Mother and son in ecstasy

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A Mother and Son's Enchanting Encounter,
Part 1. A First Taste of Warmth.

This is a true story. It happened when I was sixteen. I was a high school sophomore.

My father was abroad for most of the year, and my mother and I lived together in Taipei.

My mother graduated from a French art academy with a degree in dance and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was once very popular, appearing on the covers of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a teacher at a dance school, a job she still holds today.

My mother is now 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something very interesting happened: One day, I was playing basketball at my high school when a classmate rushed over to tell me that a girl was looking for me in the reception room. I asked who it was. He said, "That woman is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks a lot like you. She might be your older sister."

I thought for a moment and concluded that it was my mother. I burst out laughing and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister. It must be my mother!"

My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty years old!"

I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, so you can't tell."

It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history. She had bright, intelligent eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry-like lips, and flawless skin. Her demeanor was graceful and elegant. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother had a lively and warm-hearted personality. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.

That year, although I was only sixteen, I was as strong and robust as my father, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no younger than twenty. Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're brother and sister!

From the age of fourteen, I developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, even frequently watching adult films. So, although I've never had any physical contact with women, I know a great deal about sex. I long to one day see a woman's naked body, to see what a woman's breasts and genitals look like.

I observe women every day, but I've found that none of the women I've seen surpass my mother in beauty and charisma.

I've always admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also began to secretly admire my mother's beautiful and delicate face, her slender yet full figure, and her fair and smooth skin. I especially loved her large, expressive, dark eyes that naturally possessed a touch of shyness, particularly when she was excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, incredibly alluring. I thought every smile and frown of my mother was particularly captivating. I often imagined the color and shape of her flesh beneath her clothes… I longed to see my mother's naked body one day.

However, my mother always dressed very conservatively; apart from her long, slender legs and delicate, lotus-root-like arms in the summer, nothing else could be seen. Moreover, my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, noble, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never joked around with me casually. Therefore, I have never had any improper thoughts about my mother.

My mother has many friends and often goes out in the evenings to socialize and attend friends' celebrations and other events. If my father is home, he usually accompanies my mother. Since my father went abroad, my mother has been going alone.

Because my mother is so beautiful and looks very young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from being humiliated. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out. At parties, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, this was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.

One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk shirt, a rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt in the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored pantyhose. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her face was lightly made up, and her hair was tied up high, making her look even more youthful and beautiful. For

more than two hours at the party, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek to cheek, swaying… My mother and I were both very excited. My mother, being a former dancer, moved with graceful, light, and lithe movements. We quickly became the center of attention at the ball; often, everyone stopped dancing to watch us twirl and dance in the hall, which filled me with immense pride.

When we danced cheek-to-cheek, our bodies pressed tightly together, I felt the firm yet soft softness of her breasts against my chest. A surge of desire coursed through me, and I unconsciously tightened my embrace around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like a couple in love?" Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"

I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being lovers?"

Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is a simple emotional connection; while lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves a union. Do you understand?" "

Mom, do you have a lover?"

"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

She slowly moved her head away from my shoulder, looking directly into my eyes, and suddenly said softly, "Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I used to only see you as a son, but when you mentioned a lover, I tried looking at you that way. I found you handsome, tall, and refined, understanding, with bright, captivating eyes—truly the kind of man a woman would choose! If I weren't your mother, I might really..." "He'll pursue you and become your lover!" I whispered. "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you, isn't that wonderful?"

Mom blushed again, glanced at me, and said, "How can Mom be her son's lover! You're the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.

Just then, the ballroom lights suddenly dimmed, gradually becoming almost pitch black.

"Mom, why did the lights suddenly dim?" I asked my mother.

"This is something that happens at every ball; it's a dream moment arranged for lovers."

"What do lovers do then?"

My mother didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder again, pressing her face close to mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh, "Okay, then let you experience it! We can be ball lovers for five minutes! Don't think of me as your mother now, but imagine I'm your lover, a girl you like. Love is in the air, and she's already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?" As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist and wrapped her other arm around my neck. My heart warmed, and I also wanted to experience what it was like to be with a lover, so I hugged my mother's waist tightly as well. I felt my mother's two hard breasts pressing against my chest. My hand, which had been on her shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered, "Mom, can I kiss you?"

My mother chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" As she spoke, she turned her face towards me. Although I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, I could distinctly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant breath that mingled with her even breathing on my face. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin…

"Mmm! Ugh!" Mom hummed a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate inside my mouth.

I had never been in contact with a woman before, much less kissed, so everything was new. So, I stuck my tongue into Mom's mouth and started rummaging around.

Mom made a "hmm" sound, pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't rummage around like that, be gentle, be light. Try to feel what my tongue is doing in your mouth. That's what makes it romantic!" As she spoke, she stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.

I'm a very smart child, so I learned it right away. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining in and out of our mouths.

My mother was very emotional; one hand caressed and kneaded my back, and she even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently caress her back and round buttocks with one hand as well.

I heard my mother moan softly, seemingly enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe, and my penis, without me even realizing it, swelled up and pressed against my mother's lower abdomen. She felt it too, and whispered, "What's that hard thing? It's pressing against my stomach so uncomfortable!" Saying this, she reached down and grasped my penis through my pants.

"Oh! It's so big and so hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back immediately. Mom had no choice but to let it press against her. I felt her stand on tiptoe, lowering the pressure point to below her lower abdomen. Because she was on tiptoe and unsteady, Mom pressed even closer to me.

We hugged and kissed, our four hands caressing each other, our bodies rubbing against each other…

The lights gradually came on. My mother, panting slightly, pushed me away and whispered, "Okay! Let's stop here so no one sees!" We resumed our normal routine and started dancing the slow waltz.

My mother's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of shyness, making her look incredibly pretty and charming. She smiled and whispered, "Zhizhi, have you experienced what it's like to be lovers?"

I said, "It's so warm! Mom, can we continue being lovers when we get back?"

"No!" my mother said coquettishly, "How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the lighting here to show you what lovers do at this time, just to add a little fun." After

what I had just experienced, I realized that my image of my mother had completely changed. She was no longer just a mother, but a beautiful woman I loved dearly.

I stared at her, captivated by her charm and allure, utterly mesmerized. Why hadn't I noticed her beauty before! I longed to hold her tightly in my arms again, to kiss her passionately. I even yearned to make love to her, to marry her!

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that? You look like a little pervert, it's embarrassing!"

I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"

"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't have such wild thoughts!"

"Mom, after being lovers for a while, I realized: you are really very cute!"

My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.

"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear and quietly kissed her earlobe.

My mother trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please don't say anymore, it's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."

I noticed that my mother hugged me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.

Today, my mother's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn demeanor; she seemed exceptionally passionate and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently—a blush so fresh and alluring. Especially when she looked at you with that shy gaze, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I really wanted to devour her whole!

II.

Following the dance was a cocktail party. My mother was especially happy today and drank quite a bit of wine; she was even walking a little unsteadily. I had to drive her home. When

we arrived, she had fallen asleep in the car due to the alcohol, and I couldn't wake her even after calling and shaking her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and back to her room. I've never carried anyone before, let alone my mother. My mother is quite tall, but because she's slender, she only weighs 52 kilograms, so carrying her wasn't heavy at all.

At this moment, my mother was completely asleep, her delicate body seemingly boneless. I supported her with my hands around her waist and knees, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her snow-white neck stretched out long, and one arm hanging down as well.

After going upstairs, I put my mother on the bed and took off her coat and pantyhose. It turned out she was only wearing a pink bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, her high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat stomach, and long, beautiful legs were all clearly visible. Especially her prominent mons pubis and the faint pubic hair stirred my heart, making it almost impossible for me to control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then boldly kissed each of her three prominent bulges through her clothes. Then I covered her with the sheet and left.

Lying in bed, my emotions were still running high. My mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure kept lingering in my mind. Because today was the first time I had ever seen a woman's naked body!

The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.

I saw her come out of the room and called out, "Good morning, Mom!"

"Good morning, son!" Mom replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?"

"Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. After I drove home, I tried calling and shaking you hard, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to your room."

"Wow! I'm so sorry to have to be carried back by my son! I'm so heavy, can you carry me?" Mom said affectionately, putting her arms around my waist.

"Not at all, I picked you up easily. You see!" With that, I picked Mom up and spun her around the house.

"Ah! Put me down! You've made my head spin!" Mom cried out as she struggled.

I gently put her down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up so much, he's so strong!"

"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming.

"What?" Mom looked up at me, puzzled.

"I saw your naked body! It's so beautiful!" I said, a little carried away.

"When did you see it?" Mom's pretty face flushed slightly.

"Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can't see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much. After I carried you back to your room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom's figure was so slender and voluptuous, with a full and shapely figure and snow-white skin. Ah, you were absolutely gorgeous!" "Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I took them off myself. I'm so confused. I usually don't wear a bra to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought I must have drunk too much yesterday, and I don't even remember how I got home or into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas!"

"I didn't know Mom's habits. Next time, I'll definitely undress you and put on your pajamas before putting you to bed. That way, I can still admire Mom's beauty...!"

"Zhizhi, don't do that to Mommy!" Mommy said a little embarrassedly, "Zhizhi, you mustn't have any improper thoughts about Mommy! Mommy is Mommy, not an ordinary woman!" "

But Mommy's body is truly a masterpiece of God, an absolute beauty! Don't you know how beautiful you are?"

"Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?" Mommy was a little angry.

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, and playfully said, "Please don't be angry, Mom. I misspoke. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!"

My mother chuckled and slapped my cheek, saying, "You naughty boy!"

I continued to hug my mother's slender waist and said, "Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?"

"No!" my mother scolded, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, my mother wasn't as strong as my mother. I wrapped one arm around my mother's pink neck and opened my mouth to kiss her cherry lips.

"Stop! In broad daylight, someone might see us!" my mother shouted.

"No, Mom, the front door is locked. Anyone who comes will ring the doorbell!" I said, continuing to kiss her.

She panicked and tried to push me away, crying "No!" and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kisses. Later, perhaps seeing my persistence, or perhaps because she was exhausted, she stopped struggling and let me hold and kiss her without moving.

Eventually, instead of resisting, Mom became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively using her tongue to entwine with mine, gradually emitting soft moans. Only when Mom was breathless from my kisses did she push me away. She said shyly in a low voice, "Okay! You've made me feel so tired! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom is going to make you dinner."

From that day on, I often asked my mother for hugs and kisses. Thankfully, my mother no longer refused, letting me kiss her as I pleased.

I guessed her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. Moreover, I noticed that my mother was particularly engrossed in each kiss.

Sometimes, she would even initiate the hug and kiss.

I reasoned: my mother was, after all, a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply craved the closeness and affection of men. With Dad away from home for extended periods, Mom naturally experienced sexual frustration with no outlet, which must have been very painful. Initially, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she naturally desired it deep down. This was evident from the time at the dance when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover—she was so passionate, proactive, and engaged. However, due to reason, she dared not act too excessively with her own son, repeatedly suppressing and controlling herself. But once I held her in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and virility, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind going completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with a man…

From then on, Mom no longer avoided me, sometimes even wearing very sexy clothes at home.

One day, it was incredibly hot, and the air conditioner at home was broken. My mother and I were both unbearably hot. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, while my mother was still wearing several layers of clothing, all of which were soaked with sweat. I urged my mother to take off her outer clothes. She said it was too embarrassing and insisted on not taking them off.

I said, "Mom, take off your outer clothes. I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. Anyway, there are no outsiders at home, so don't be shy!"

"Don't forget you're a grown man now! How can I be naked in front of you?" my mother said.

"Mom has so many rules! But I've already seen you in a bikini! Look at you again, it's still the same!" I tried to persuade her further.

Mom pondered for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it anyway. Okay then, I'm really too hot to stand." Saying this, she took off her outer clothes, leaving only a pink bikini.

"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in her bikini than lying down!" I could

n't help but exclaim. "You little rascal! I'll spank you!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and kiss her.

Mom struggled, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"

Naturally, I didn't want to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck wildly.

She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked my mother up, walked to the sofa, sat down, and let her sit on my lap, continuing to kiss her.

We were lovers for two hours this time. When we separated, we were both drenched in sweat. My mother, panting, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said in a sweet voice, "You little rascal, you've made my whole body go weak!"

While my mother went to shower, I noticed a puddle on my leg. I initially thought it was my mother's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then it dawned on me: it must have been my mother's vaginal lubrication from the passion she felt during our intimacy. This was knowledge I had learned from a book.

Ever since that experience, my mother has often worn only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me. That's how women are; once they've revealed a private part of their body to a man (whether forced or unwillingly), they won't be shy about it again, probably thinking deep down: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men!

Once, a book my mother wrote about dance theory was published, beautifully printed, with over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one stunningly beautiful. She was overjoyed, and as soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news, then sat on my lap and showed me those lovely photos from back then. She introduced each one, and I was full of admiration for every single one. Hearing my praise, Mom was overjoyed and hugged me, kissing me passionately and eagerly.

Infected by her enthusiasm, I returned the favor, kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck wildly… Under my fervent kisses, Mom closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting soft moans, as if intoxicated.

That day, for the first time, I secretly caressed Mom's body through her clothes, kneading her firm breasts and round, tight buttocks, one hand gradually slipping under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely oblivious, offering no resistance whatsoever. However, when I pinched her nipples, she became unusually excited, arching her back and twisting her waist, crying out "Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You're such a naughty child... You've loved... playing with Mom's nipples since you were a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you were little... Ah..."

"Mom, does it feel good to pinch like this?"

"Oh! It feels good... but also very painful... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."

At that moment, my hand, which was roaming along my mother's thigh, felt a strange sensation: it seemed as if some sticky liquid was flowing from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to slip my fingers inside her panties and touch my mother's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.

My fingers stopped moving, but I continued kissing her cherry lips and cheeks. My mother nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep, her pretty, rosy face very beautiful.

I figured that my mother was completely immersed in the joy of her success, and reason had no place in her mind; my caresses had actually fueled her excitement and passion. Therefore, she had absolutely no defenses against my intrusion.

It was already dark. I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room light. Mom was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek under it. I saw that Mom was wearing a small, pink thong, and her mons pubis was high and round, like a little steamed bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the thong. The area under the thong was already soaked. At that moment, I really wanted to remove that small piece of cloth to see the true face of Mount Lu, but I didn't have the courage. So I just placed my palm on that bulge and stroked it for a while.

My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered, "Mom, Mom, wake up!"

My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong? Did I fall asleep?"

"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I need to go make dinner!"

My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and got up to go make dinner. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" as one hand touched her genitals through her skirt.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"You're asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You made me all wet!"

"Mom, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and stepped closer.

"Get out of the way! You don't even know this, and you want to be my lover!" Mom pushed me away.

I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."

Mom said in a low voice, annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you a little sex knowledge: When a woman's sexual desire is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what's the use of secreting love juice?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"Lubricant!" Mom answered without hesitation, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have said that to me, and said, "Oh, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married." I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"

Mom blushed and said slowly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and dashing man, which woman wouldn't be captivated by you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be wet?"

I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. It turned out Mom was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say and stood there dumbfounded.

My mother said, "You can be hungry a little longer! I'll go change my clothes and then cook."

Afterwards, I felt a little regretful: if I had continued to try and take off her clothes when my mother's passion reached its peak and she was in a daze that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that had happened, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.

Alas! What a pity! I let go of

such a golden opportunity! I long for another chance like that!

III. Stealing the Forbidden Fruit

My relationship with my mother was becoming closer and closer. One evening, we were taking a walk in the back garden and sat down to rest on a stone bench. After a while, my mother said the stone bench was cold and hard and stood up.

I said, "Mom, sit on my lap, it's warm and soft!"

She smiled slightly, then sat across my lap, one arm gently around my neck, nestled in my arms.

We hugged and kissed, gently caressing each other's bodies. One of my hands was on her breast, kneading it. She closed her eyes, moaning with ecstasy.

I said, "It's so nice to be Mom's lover!"

"Who's your lover?" Mom slightly opened her eyes, saying coquettishly, "Aren't we completely lovers like this?"

"We hug and kiss every day, doesn't that count as being lovers?" I asked, puzzled.

"These are just the prelude to lovers. If they are lovers, they will sleep in the same bed and share the same blankets like husband and wife..."

"But I've shared the same blankets with Mom since I was little, which means I've been Mom's lover since I was little!"

"No!" Mom gently stroked my face and said, "How can that be lovers! You know, lovers also have sexual relations..."

"Mom, what is sexual intercourse?"

"Well... how do you explain it... Anyway, sexual intercourse is when men and women have sex!"

Just then, a sharp bird cry came, and two small birds flew from one tree to another with their bodies connected.

Mom pointed to the pair of birds and said to me, "Look, those two birds are having sex!"

I pretended to be confused and said, "Oh, I get it. The male climbs on the female's back, that's sex."

Mom chuckled and said, "Silly child! Just climbing on doesn't necessarily mean sex. The key to sex is that the male's penis has to be inserted into the female's. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what does a woman's genitals look like?"

"The opposite of a man's, it's a hole, a deep hole, big enough to hold a man's penis..."

"How thick and deep is it?"

"About one centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters deep." Oh dear, Mom, when my penis is erect, it's about four centimeters in diameter and at least twenty centimeters long! "Does that mean it can't penetrate a woman's genitals?"

"Are you that big?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me, surprised.

I nodded.

"But it doesn't matter. Because a woman's genitals are made of flesh, they have great elasticity! A thick and long genital will make a woman enjoy it even more!"

I continued to rub her breasts, asking, "Mom, can I see your genitals? I've never seen a woman's genitals before, I really want to see them!"

Mom blushed, shook her head, and said, "No! There are two great secrets a woman shouldn't let others see: her breasts and her vagina."

"Mom, I'm allowed to touch your breasts, why can't I touch your vagina?"

"That's different. Because you're my son, you grew up drinking my milk, and you've touched my breasts countless times, so I won't keep them closed to you anymore. As for my vagina, it's only for my husband to see. You're not my husband, nor my true lover, so of course I can't let you see it!"

"What a pity! Mom, then how about we be real lovers?"

"Absolutely not! Sexual intercourse with someone other than your husband is illegal adultery, and mother-son adultery is even more forbidden! It's immoral, it's incest!" Oh dear! If only Mom hadn't married Dad back then, I could have proposed to you! Upon hearing this

, Mom buried her face in my chest and burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over, tears streaming down her face. She said, "What a lovely child… If I hadn't married your father back then, you wouldn't be here!"

Knowing I'd said something foolish, my face turned bright red.

"Alright, alright! Look at you, so shy and cute! You've made me so tired. It's getting dark, we should go home. Aren't you full of energy? Then carry me home!"

I gently picked up Mom and carried her through the long, tree-lined path towards home. On the way, Mom hugged my neck, kissing me as we walked. I carried her to her bed before saying goodbye and returning to my room.

…

I still longed for another chance to see a woman's naked body and the structure of her genitals.

Heaven rewards the diligent; my wish finally came true, and I obtained something I never dared to dream of.

One night, I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. As I passed my mother's room, I heard strange noises coming from inside. I cautiously pushed open her door, and it wasn't locked. I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, one hand clutching her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, tossing and turning on the bed as if in great pain. I knew my mother was masturbating.

I saw that her labia were pink, opening and closing. After a while, my mother's cries grew louder, her body twisted more violently, her waist arching upwards like a bow, and her hand clutching her breast reached upwards, as if beckoning to me.

I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, Mom saw me!" But then I calmed down, realizing she wasn't waving at me. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her increasingly loud moans drowned out my footsteps, so she had no idea I was there.

Seeing my mother's ecstatic state, I knew she was close to climax; the sheets were soaked. I thought, perhaps because my father was away for so long, my mother was lonely and was masturbating for pleasure.

Suddenly, my mother screamed, her body trembling as if electrocuted. I saw gushing fluid from her vulva.

Wow! I'd never seen a woman have sex or masturbate before; it looked incredibly painful! Why is mom asking for trouble? I really don't understand. But I immediately remembered the introduction in the book: When a woman's sexual organs are violently stimulated and climax comes, her whole body will tighten and then twitch, her spirit will reach the peak of excitement and a blank will appear, showing an expression of ecstasy and intoxication. What appears to be pain on the surface is actually extreme joy. Because of this, after a woman experiences this wonderful feeling for the first time, she still desires to continue to be caressed by a man. If she cannot get a man, she will commit suicide for fun like a man.

As I thought about it, my cock stiffened unconsciously, and my whole body felt hot. My sexual desire was rising like a tide, and I felt an urge to have sex. It was a hot day, and I was only wearing underwear. I took it off, and like my mother, I was completely naked.

Suddenly, I longed to get closer to observe my mother's naked body. This was a long-held, unspoken desire. So, I crouched down and crept forward, quietly reaching the foot of the bed. My mother, still limp from her recent orgasm, lay on the bed, her long, slender legs and arms spread wide in a starfish shape.

I quietly observed this captivating sight: my mother's genitals were still flowing with vaginal fluid; I saw her pink clitoris and her tightly closed, rosy labia. My gaze continued upwards, past her flat stomach. Ah! My mother's breasts, nestled on her soft bosom, were truly beautiful—firm and round, like a pair of large, white steamed buns, with pink areolas and bright red nipples. Looking further up, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long, black hair cascading messily over her snow-white shoulders and the pink pillow. Her pretty face was like a peach blossom, her cherry lips slightly parted, emitting even breaths…

My mother was asleep.

I indulged in admiring this exquisite beauty. From head to toe, and from toe to head, I looked again and again. Her delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, the flowing lines incredibly beautiful… Ah, this beauty was truly a masterpiece of God!

I was completely captivated! I couldn't resist! I quietly climbed onto the bed, kissed her cherry lips, and gently caressed her two firm breasts. My mother's breathing remained unchanged; she seemed to be in a deep sleep.

I boldly parted her beautiful labia with my fingers and saw a small fleshy ball above her labia minora. I determined this was her clitoris and gently touched it with my finger. My mother's body jolted, she groaned, and then returned to calm.

She was still fast asleep. I carefully supported myself with my arms, knelt between my mother's legs, and slowly crawled onto her. When my hands were under my mother's armpits, my thick, long penis was aimed at her vaginal opening. I really wanted to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to kiss her, so I propped myself up on my elbows, wrapped my arms around my mother, and kissed her. My mother's two firm nipples were pressed against my chest, and I involuntarily rubbed them in circles with my chest.

About five minutes later, perhaps my movements were too vigorous, my mother woke up, opening her sleepy eyes. Startled by my actions, she screamed, staring blankly at me, and cried out, "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

I was terrified and at a loss, but I was already in a bind. With a determined heart, I cried out, "Mom, I love you!" As I said this, I thrust my hard, eight-inch penis into my mother's vagina, ramming straight into her uterus. Because my mother's vagina was still very wet, my penis could be inserted smoothly.

"Ah!" my mother screamed, her whole body arching back, crying out, "No! Don't!"

I excitedly thrust in and out forcefully, my mother's delicate body rocking like a small boat under my violent impact.

"Ah!...Stop...Oh!...No...You can't do this...This is...This is incest..."

Hearing the word "incest" made me even more excited. I thrust in and out even harder, saying, "Mom...Please forgive me...Ah, I can't take it..."

My mother's vagina gripped me very tightly, just like a virgin's (I knew from books that a virgin's vagina is very tight).

Ah, Mom's vagina was not only tight, but also warm and soft, making thrusting feel so good.

"Son... ah!... please stop... oh... we can't do this... oh my god... I'm coming..." I felt her legs stretch upwards, then tighten around my waist.

I felt my mother's vagina contract, squeezing my penis so tightly it felt like it was about to break... a gush of hot fluid felt so good on my glans. I couldn't help but thrust in hard...

"Oh!" my mother cried out, her body convulsing, her hands tightly embracing me, kissing me passionately and frantically. After about a minute, her limbs relaxed, and she stopped moving. I knew she had another orgasm.

I paused for a moment and then pulled my penis out. I knelt beside her, admiring her voluptuous figure after her orgasm. I saw the fluid gushing from her vagina flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets.

Her body trembled, and she turned to her side, crawling face down on the bed.

My hands caressed her body.

"No...please...don't do this..." she murmured softly, crawling towards the edge of the bed on her knees, trying to escape.

I hugged her from behind.

"Zhizhi, you can't...no more...ouch..."

"Mom, I love you, you're mine, I want to have you!"

"I'm your mother...I can't be with you...mother and son can't commit adultery!"

But I didn't care. I gripped my mother's slender waist with both hands, lifting her buttocks so she was kneeling on the bed. Ah, my mother's back was even more sexy and alluring: her snow-white, round buttocks were incredibly elastic, and her tender red labia were fully exposed before my eyes through her slightly parted cleft.

Filled with curiosity and delight, I carefully admired and studied my mother's genitals. I used my two thumbs to separate her labia majora and my middle finger to tease her labia minora. At her mons pubis, I saw that small pink fleshy ball again—ah! My mother's clitoris was so beautiful! The book said that this place was the most sensitive spot for a woman. So, I extended a finger and gently touched it.

"Ah!" Mother cried out in surprise, her body arching upwards, trembling violently. "No...no! Zhizhi...Mommy...stop...you can't do this..."

I continued to caress her sensitive clitoris, and Mother's body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake, her cries growing louder and louder.

Seeing such a strong reaction from Mother under my touch, a sense of heroism welled up within me, and my emotions became even more excited.

I held my penis and thrust in forcefully, "plop!" It plunged deep into my mother's body.

"Oh!" my mother gasped softly, her body trembling again. "...Oh...Mommy...my darling...your vagina is so wonderful! I want to be with you forever." I cried out excitedly as I thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position.

My mother's vagina contracted repeatedly, and she groaned loudly. I thrust violently hundreds of times, and my mother no longer resisted, instead arching her back to match my movements.

"Mommy...are you enjoying it?" I asked as I thrust.

"So good!" she cried. "...Oh...son...ah...good man..."

"Mom...want more?"

"Yes...Zhizhi...fuck me...oh...Mom's all yours...you're making me feel so good...my whole body is tingling...ah..."

I felt my mother's vagina like a suction cup, sucking hard on my penis.

"...ah...harder...oh...oh...son...ah...I'm coming again!...God...faster! Zhizhi...harder..."

My thrusts became even faster. My mother's body swayed back and forth under my impact.

"Ah!" My mother screamed again, her body trembling uncontrollably, collapsing onto the bed.

I knew she had her third orgasm.

I moved my mother's body towards me. We embraced tightly, our tongues intertwining…

I whispered between kisses, “My little love, are you enjoying it?”

She didn’t answer, her beautiful eyes closed, but she nodded gently, letting me caress and kiss her.

IV. Mother-Son Intimacy

After a while, my penis was erect again, yearning for its moment of glory. I gently stroked my mother’s firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis.

The moment her hand touched my shaft, she let out an “Oh,” gripped it tightly, and began to stroke it up and down.

I whispered in her ear, “My darling, was it exciting just now?”

She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, “Exciting!” Then she closed her eyes again.

"Sweetheart, do you want more?" I continued to ask.

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a soft, alluring gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently at me, and closed her eyes again.

"My little darling, tell me, do you want more?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted more.

She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly, "You little rascal!...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still want to ask!" My mother kissed my lips, speaking softly, and rested her head on my chest.

At this moment, my fingers were already inserted into her vagina, touching the firm "G" spot, and I circled it.

"Oh!" Mom cried out, her mouth half-open and trembling. Then, she threw herself into my arms and said, "Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back...hurry! Hurry!"

"My little sweetheart! So good!" I praised, laying Mom's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, and climbing on top of her. My hard penis once again entered her tender cave.

I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting at the same time.

My mother's snow-white body undulated with my thrusts, and gradually she began to moan softly, then a soft, warbling sound came from her throat, followed by incoherent cries: "...Ah...I...Baby...Son...Mom...Oh...Ah...Harder...Mom feels so good...Harder...Kill me..."

"Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!..." I said as I continued, "Why don't you call me...Good husband..."

"I'm your mother...How can you...Hurry...Ah...I'm coming again..."

I thrust even harder...

"You really are...Good husband...Harder..."

My mother sometimes called me son, sometimes called my name, and even called me her good husband. She seemed completely infatuated, lost in a trance. She couldn't distinguish who I was to her anymore, utterly immersed in the blissful pleasure of lovemaking.

She continued to moan, "...I...good...Mom...so good...faster...I'm coming again...ah...faster, son, hurry...dear father...oh...I'm done..."

Her fourth orgasm seemed even more intense. She clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.

When her orgasm subsided, she lay limp on the bed like a drowsy person, her body as soft as a pile of mud, letting me manipulate and caress her.

Seeing my mother's pitiful state under my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn't relieved myself yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.

"Zhizhi... I need to... pee... go to the toilet..." Mom murmured softly, her beautiful eyes tightly closed. But I understood: Mom needed to pee!

I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she slumped back onto the bed.

Ah! Poor Mom, she had no strength left.

What to do? Mom needed to pee urgently!

A thought struck me, and I picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, her limbs and head drooping, as if she were numb.

When we got to the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her body swayed from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle in my arms.

After the urinating sounds stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. By then, she was a little more awake. She slightly opened her eyes, looked at me, and whispered, "Ah-Zhi...you..."

I lay down beside her again, hugged her, and let her head rest on my arm, saying, "Mommy, is something wrong?"

She gently shook her head and closed her eyes again.

I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"

She slightly opened her eyes again, looked at me, and shook her head.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.

"Ah Zhi, you're so energetic... I've had five orgasms... I don't even have the strength to speak... Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.

"Mom, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I pulled her hand and placed it on my erect penis.

Mom squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"

Her hand moved around my penis, occasionally rubbing the glans with her soft, smooth fingers, it felt so good.

"Mommy, I want to play a little longer, okay?"

"No! No more!" Her voice was low but firm.

"Mommy, but, it feels so uncomfortable here!" My penis thrust harder in her hand.

"Good son, don't do it again! What if you ejaculate inside me and make me pregnant!" My mother said with worried eyes, "How about this, I'll help you relieve yourself." As she spoke, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and stuck out her tender red tongue to lick my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.

I saw my mother's cherry-like lips stretched so tight they looked like they were about to tear, and with a pang of heartache, I forcefully pulled my penis out of her mouth. I cried out, "Mom, don't do this! It's painful for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too."

"Zhizhi, your thing is too big; my mouth really can't hold it!" my mother said sullenly, then helplessly lay back down, silent and still, quietly watching me.

I said, "Mom, let me play one more time."

She glanced at me shyly, neither objecting nor agreeing, simply closing her eyes.

I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, thinking this would allow me to penetrate deeper. My mother's body began to rise and fall with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body began to writhe, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her delicate head swaying from side to side, as if she were about to collapse. About twenty minutes later, my mother started screaming, "...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...Mom's going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."

"Ah...Mommy...you're squeezing so tight...Mom, I'm going to cum too!"

"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...my fertile period...ah! Pull it out quickly...we can't have a child...ah..."

But my mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.

"Son...don't cum inside...oh...I'm going to come..." she cried.

"Mom, you're squeezing me so tight...your uterus is holding on...I can't pull out..." I said, while continuing to thrust violently, faster and faster, with increasing force.

"Son...I...I can't control myself...Ah...harder...Don't stop..."

"Mom...what should I do..." I thrust in and out forcefully.

"Son...Oh God...Ah..." My mother's vagina sucked my penis violently once again. Oh, a hot current soaked my jade pillar...making me unable to hold back from ejaculating.

"...Mom...I can't hold back anymore...Ah..." My body trembled repeatedly. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother's uterus, my body went limp, and I climbed on top of my mother.

"Ah!" My mother cried out, and at the same time reached orgasm! I saw her body trembling, her two jade arms tightly hugging me, her vagina rhythmically twitching more than a dozen times. Then, my hand loosened, and I collapsed limply onto the bed, my beautiful eyes tightly closed.

We were both exhausted, and we slept in each other's arms for four hours. When I woke up, Mom was probably already awake; she was still in my arms. Seeing me awake, she stroked my face and said, "Zhizhi, you're awake!" "

Mom, were you awake a while ago?"

"I was awake a long time ago, but I was afraid of waking you, so I didn't dare move."

"Mom, I love you so much!" I said excitedly, kissing her lips at the same time.

She pushed me away and said, "Zhizhi, we were so foolish."

"Mom, do you feel good when we make love?" I asked, stroking her breasts.

"Of course!" she answered excitedly.

"Then why do you say we're confused?" I asked.

"We're mother and son, we can't have sex!"

"Mom, men and women are attracted to each other, they have desires, and they achieve physical pleasure through intercourse—what a wonderful thing! Mother and son are also flesh and blood, men and women, there are feelings and desires between them, so why can't we have sex?" I asked righteously.

"Probably because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring," my mother mumbled.

"Then we don't need offspring! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Sexual intercourse only occurs when the feelings between a man and a woman reach a passionate stage; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment gained from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?"

"I've never experienced such great enjoyment before..." A strange light shone in her eyes. I asked, "Mom, did you ever experience this much pleasure when you made love with Dad?"

She gently shook her head. "Your dad isn't as capable as you, and he's very selfish. He only cares about his own release and never cares whether I'm satisfied. Every time we're intimate, he always finishes in a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead... Sigh, don't mention him..." Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?"

"Son, Mommy loves you so much!" She was very excited, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.

"Mom, did what I just said make sense?" I took the opportunity to ask her.

"I'm so touched by your analysis, and I completely agree. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours now! My little darling, I'm yours!" Mom's eyes were filled with passion as she spoke.

Then, she added softly, "But, whatever you do, don't let your father or anyone else know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"

"Ah! Mom is so understanding and considerate! From now on, I'll make love to you every day and let you enjoy it, so you won't have to masturbate anymore." My hand reached down again, and I inserted a finger into her vagina. I felt her hand also grasp my now hard penis.

"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would actually become your lover!"

"That's wonderful, Mom! Don't you want to?"

"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.

"Mom, you know what? I've been in love with you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none of them can compare to you. You're my dream lover! Have you ever thought about making love with me before?" I asked affectionately, kissing her.

"No, not before, but I've thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.

"Since when?"

"At the ball that day! You really captivated me then, and I thought, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After returning home, I often thought of you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even dreamed of making love with you. You really became my dream lover! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I am so happy!"

The mother said impulsively, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and took the huge glans into her mouth.

...

Five. The day after my infatuation began

, I returned home from school at noon. My mother was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home! The teacher has a meeting this afternoon, so I won't be going to school," I announced to her from afar.

My mother turned and looked at me affectionately, her eyes so bright, full of joy, yet tinged with a touch of shyness. She smiled gently and said, "Sweetie, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Then she gave me a flirtatious wink before turning back to cooking.

"Mom, what are you making?" I asked as I walked towards her.

"I cooked six dishes, all your favorites," she said, glancing at me.

"What's the occasion? Why did you make so much delicious food?"

Mom blushed, lowered her head, and whispered, "You've worked so hard, Mom wants to make sure you're well-nourished."

I hugged her from behind, my hands covering her breasts, kissed her pink neck, and said, "Mom, I've been thinking about you all morning!"

"What do I have to miss?" Mom was clearly excited, her voice trembling slightly.

"Thinking of Mom's beauty, thinking of Mom's alluring figure in bed, her sweet moans, and the throbbing of Mom's warm, soft, and moist vagina during orgasm... Mom, I really want to stop class and come back to Mom's side right now!" "

Oh! Don't say that! It's so embarrassing!" Mom's neck turned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands.

"Mom, give me a kiss!"

"You little rascal, can't you see I'm cooking?" Her voice was coquettish, trembling, and gentle.

"No! Kiss me first!" I insisted, reaching out to turn off the stove. My mother turned around helplessly, gazing lovingly into my eyes. She pressed her face against my chest, her two delicate arms encircling my waist, and whispered sweetly, "You little rascal! Last night, I was naked in your arms, kissed, touched, and made love to you all night long. And this morning you clung to me and made love to me twice more. Isn't that enough?!"

"My little princess! How could I be enough in front of such a beautiful, passionate, and graceful woman like you? My little lover, I will never be enough!"

"But it's daytime now, how can you…" my mother said, looking up at me shyly.

"It's alright, God didn't say that men and women can only be intimate at night! My little love, my darling, I can't wait!"

With that, I lowered my head and kissed my mother's cherry lips.

My mother extended her tender little tongue, licking my lips.

The long kiss made my mother moan incessantly, her whole body trembling, her breathing rapid, her hands supporting her on the table from behind, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath.

My lips moved from her cherry lips to her pink neck, then to her soft breasts. The opening of her nightgown was large, exposing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. My lips roamed between her neck and chest, kissing my mother's delicate body until it trembled. Her waist was supported by my hands, her upper body slowly leaning back, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I bit down on the ribbon around her waist and pulled hard, opening her nightgown.

"Wow! So Mom was only wearing a nightgown, not even a bikini, she was completely naked underneath!" I exclaimed. "Is this comfortable?" she said sweetly.

"Are you waiting to make love with me?" I teased.

"No way! I've never liked wearing clothes, I always sleep naked at night. Before you were born, I didn't like wearing clothes during the day either, your dad really liked me walking around the house naked." she explained.

"But I remember Mom was always very conservative with her clothes!"

"Since you were born, I've gradually gotten used to wearing clothes during the day, afraid you'd see," Mom said softly.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes today?"

"You're naughty! You know perfectly well! We've already...we've already...oh well, never mind! Anyway, you won't see!"

"Ah! My sweetheart! You're so understanding!" I praised.

"Hmm?" she murmured sweetly.

"I also love it when you walk around the house naked. So from now on, don't even wear pajamas, okay?"

"Okay! Oh, hurry up and kiss me, I feel so uncomfortable!"

My mouth moved over those two snow-white mounds, sucking and biting.

Mom started to sway her hips, her head swaying from side to side, her moans growing louder, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with affection, filled with allure, charm, and thirst.

"Darling...hold me tight...I...can't stand up..." came her intermittent murmurs.

I helped her remove her pajamas, and Mom instantly transformed into a naked Venus. In the daylight, her skin appeared even whiter, smoother, and more delicate.

As I removed my own clothes, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands. A thought struck me; I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, straightening her legs, putting Mom in a doggy-style position.

I saw a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, so I grasped her plump buttocks and thrust my penis into her from behind.

"Oh...ah..." Her plump buttocks began to spasm, the pressure of my deep penis shooting straight to her throat, causing her head to tilt back, her mouth half-open.

"It's all in..." I exclaimed excitedly.

I began to slowly thrust in and out. "Oh..." The huge penis created a strong sense of pressure as it went in and out of her narrow vagina. However, the surge of ecstasy at this moment brought my mother into a state of ecstasy.

I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet, and the vigorous thrusting caused her drooping, snow-white breasts to sway.

I thrust again, and my mother's body was different from before; the tender flesh inside her vagina began to wrap around my penis.

"Ah...it's coming..." My mother felt a strong pleasure in her lower abdomen, which was swelling more and more. She went wild too.

My breathing quickened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.

My mother reached her first orgasm at this moment, collapsing weakly to the ground, her body still writhing.

I picked up my mother's naked body and carried her to the living room, placing her on the sofa. Her

naked, delicate body rolled and twisted on the sofa.

I caressed and sucked her entire body, teasing her labia majora and minora with my tongue, especially her lovely clitoris. This made my mother writhe and moan repeatedly: "Ah...so empty...I want...give me...push hard into my little hole..."

This was precisely my mother's charm: incredibly sensitive! With just a little teasing, she became passionate, alluring, and captivating, her desire igniting uncontrollably.

Seeing that the time was right, I quickly lifted one of her legs and placed it on the back of the sofa. Seeing the streams of love juice gushing from her little pussy, I excitedly thrust my penis all the way in.

"Oh!" Mom cried out softly.

I thrust more than five hundred times, finally ejaculating inside Mom, who was completely lost in ecstasy.

After my mother's trembling from her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and let her sit on my lap. I stroked her smooth skin and softly asked, "Mom, were you comfortable?"

She smiled shyly, nodded slightly, pressed her face against my chest, and said weakly, "You made me feel so good, like I was dying and going to heaven... Honestly, doing this in broad daylight is so embarrassing!... Even your father never made love with me during the day... But I think making love during the day is more stimulating than at night, it's an indescribable feeling... You've made all my bones feel weak... I don't have the energy to cook for you."

I said, "Sweetie, you rest well, I'll go cook for you!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, baby, actually you're more tired than me!" Mom said kindly.

"Mom, I'm not tired! Look!" I proudly held up my erect penis in front of Mom's eyes: "I'm still got plenty of energy!"

"Wow! Really! You're still young!" Mom exclaimed, and reached out to squeeze my penis a few times.

When I finished cooking and came to invite Mom to dinner, I saw her lying naked on the sofa, breathing evenly, her high breasts and flat stomach rising and falling slightly with her breath. She was sleeping so soundly. My mother and I spent the whole night together, not falling asleep until 5 a.m. This morning she went grocery shopping, cooked, and just now she experienced her first ever daytime passion.

She was truly exhausted. Remembering how she looked, so ecstatic and pitiful during our lovemaking, I couldn't bear to wake her. So, I carried her upstairs, kissing her breasts as we went. I placed her on my bed in my bedroom.

Seeing the stains all over her genitals and thighs, I knew it was a mixture of my mother's vaginal fluid and my semen. So, I took a towel, dipped it in hot water, and washed her. My mother didn't wake up, which showed she was really tired. Finally, I covered her flat stomach with a sheet, went to the kitchen to eat, and then returned to the bedroom, sitting at the desk by the bed to finish my homework. My mother slept until four o'clock in the afternoon.

I went to the bedside, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, you're awake. Get up and eat!"

Mom struggled to sit up, her hands supporting her weight, and cried out in a soft, delicate voice, "Oh dear, it's all your fault! I'm still so weak! How can I eat?"

"Sweetheart, don't move. I put the food in the insulated container; I'll go get it." Saying this, she went downstairs and brought the food.

I carried and supported my naked mother to the table. But as soon as I released my hands from her waist, she swayed and almost fell. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms.

"Oh! I'm so weak; I don't even have the strength to sit!" she cried weakly.

So I picked up my mother's naked body and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I fed her spoonful by spoonful.

"Little princess! Is it delicious?" I asked playfully.

"Mmm! The little prince's cooking is so delicious! Feed me quickly! I'm starving!" my mother said sweetly, eating with such relish, finishing three bowls of rice in a row.

I urged her to eat some more.

"Oh! I really can't eat anymore. Don't believe me? Feel my tummy! It's almost full!" my mother exclaimed sweetly.

I gently stroked her flat, slightly protruding belly; it was so delicate and smooth to the touch. I laughed, "Wow, that little tummy is quite big! You must be pregnant with my baby!"

"You're naughty! I'm not pregnant with your baby!" she exclaimed, half-seriously and half-coquettishly, lightly pounding my chest with one little hand and squirming in my arms.

She only calmed down when I kissed her rosy lips.

After the passionate kiss, Mom yawned and said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep more!" I carried her to bed and said, "Little princess, get some sleep! Recharge your energy for tonight's battle!"

"Mmm?" Mom gave a sweet, clear, and coquettish "Mmm." Two little hands gently pounded on my chest, and she cried out, "Hmm... I'm not coming anymore! Who wants to fight with you! Your little sweetheart is about to be fucked to death!"

I said, "Mom, you go to sleep, I'll go do my work."

"No way, you take off your clothes and hug me to sleep! You can leave after I fall asleep!" She held onto my hand tightly.

So I did as she said. When she was breathing evenly, I quietly left her to continue my homework.

Mom didn't wake up until seven o'clock.

The weather was still hot and humid that night, and Mom and I swam naked in the swimming pool at home for half an hour. After showering, we walked hand in hand on the roof, each with only a bath towel draped over our shoulders.

The rooftop was actually a sky garden, beautifully decorated with pavilions, winding railings, flowerbeds, stone paths, sculptures, and fountains. The night was stunning; the sky was cloudless, the moon was bright, the stars were numerous, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Faced with such a beautiful view, we were both completely captivated, and we couldn't help but snuggle together, gently kissing. Two bath towels fluttered to the ground.

I had my mother lean against the railing and forcefully lifted her left leg.

"Ah..." My mother was caught off guard, lost her balance, and gripped the railing tightly behind her back.

"Coming..." I aimed my penis at my mother's vulva and thrust it in violently.

"Ah...no...not on the balcony..." Mom cried out, shaking her head desperately. But as I thrust forcefully, her lower body reacted sensitively, feeling an intense pleasure.

"Mmm...ah..." Mom let out sweet moans, her breasts swaying with my movements. In her ecstasy, she involuntarily wrapped her arms around my neck.

I thrust in and out hundreds of times, and Mom's moans turned into involuntary screams. She pleaded, "Faster! Please...harder...faster..."

"Hehehe!" I sprinted with all my might. Mom tilted her head back, only able to stand on her tiptoes.

"Oh!" The continuous thrusts brought Mom to her peak in an instant. She cried out and her body began to convulse.

But I continued thrusting relentlessly.

"Oh...it's coming again..." Harshly thrusting, Mom's orgasms came wave after wave, reaching climax several times in succession, until she finally fell into a semi-conscious state, but her body still swayed back and forth in sync with my movements.

I grabbed Mom's buttocks with both hands and lifted her body up.

She felt as if she were floating in the air, hugging my neck tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist...

I thrust my belly forward and strolled on the balcony. I would walk two or three steps, then stop and bounce up and down, making thrusting movements, before starting to stroll again.

At this moment, the enormous penis penetrated even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The intense pressure caused my mother to open her mouth slightly, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white neck, her breathing becoming difficult due to the continuous waves of orgasm.

"Little beauty, is it good?" I asked as I thrust in and out.

"Good..." she answered sweetly in a daze.

"Sweetheart, do you want more?"

"Yes! I want more... faster..." She wrapped her legs around me, her face displaying a wanton expression of orgasm.

After carrying my mother for about ten minutes, I went downstairs. With each step down the stairs, she paused, her body sinking downwards due to inertia, my penis slamming deeply and heavily against her cervix, causing her to involuntarily let out a scream.

Back in the bedroom, I laid her on the bed on her back and began my final thrusts. I grabbed her legs, spreading them 180 degrees, and my penis pumped in and out repeatedly.

My mother, in a daze, seemed to still have the strength to respond to my attacks, thrusting her chest high and twisting her snow-white buttocks.

"Oh... my darling... you're still squeezing tight!" I closed my eyes in ecstasy, launching a relentless assault.

"Ugh... ah... I'm done..." My mother made sounds that were hard to distinguish between crying and panting, her beautiful buttocks rotating in rhythm with the thrusts of my penis.

"Ah...oh..." The mucous membrane inside her vaginal opening enveloped my penis, drawing it in forcefully.

I roared and began to ejaculate violently.

My mother reached the peak of orgasm the moment her cervix felt the semen spray. Countless orgasms left her breathless.

I pulled out my shrunken penis. My mother's brows were too weak to even twitch; her snow-white body lay limp on the bed.

...

That night, we made love in various positions until 3 a.m., and my mother had sixteen orgasms.

We were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

VI. A Perfect Couple

The next day was Sunday, and we slept until noon. When they woke up, they hugged and kissed, caressing each other for a while. Mom whispered sweetly, "My darling, how do you know so much! Last night on the balcony, you lifted one of my legs and made love while standing, and then you carried me around while doing it. Especially when we went down the stairs, you bumped into me with every step—oh my, it was so captivating, so exciting! Your father never did so many things before. Zhizhi, I really suspect you've slept with many women with extensive sexual experience! Tell me honestly, is that true?"

"Mom, I've never been with a woman before! You're my first woman! My sex education comes from two sources: pornographic films and pornographic books."

"I've never seen these things before, I've only heard about them. Zhizhi, what kind of things are in them?"

"Mom, those things are indeed from an advanced sex education school. They have diagrams of female genitalia, secrets to arousing female libido, characteristics of female orgasm, how to seduce young girls into bed, how to seduce wealthy women, thirty sexual positions, and so on... oh my, so many things, I can't even list them all, they have everything. Mom, how about I take you to see it?"

Mom blushed and said sweetly, "No! I won't look at that filthy stuff!"

I knew that Mom actually wanted to see it, but she was just too embarrassed. So I continued to comfort her, saying, "Mom, if you consider sexual intercourse between men and women to be vulgar, then there probably isn't a single decent person in the world! The sad thing is, people think about it in their hearts, but then they condemn it in public. This way, people have no opportunity to exchange sexual experiences. But for the sake of pleasure, they want to find more sexual techniques, so they have to figure it out little by little on their own. By the time they've gained some experience, they're already old. Mom, you're so..." "Poor thing! Look at me, I've never had any contact with a woman before, but right from the start, I have more sexual experience than your mother. I could be your sex mentor and give you immense enjoyment. Why? Because I received systematic training in those things beforehand! And what I collected is a compilation of the experiences of those who came before. Learn them, and you can immediately enter the kingdom of pleasure. Why go to such lengths when you can do what's right here?"

"What you said makes some sense, but... I'm a little... embarrassed!" Mom said, her pretty face turning red again.

Seeing that the time was right, I took Mom's hand and we got out of bed and went to my room.

I helped Mom sit on the sofa and then turned on the VCR to play a short film about thirty sex positions. This was a live-action photo film with added background music and narration.

I sat next to my mother and watched it together. My mother leaned against me.

She watched intently, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling. When the film was halfway through, my mother began to twist and turn, and intermittent moans escaped her throat.

I asked, "Mom, is it good?"

She excitedly said, "Ah, I never imagined there could be so many styles!"

I said, "This film is only showing fifteen styles so far, thirty in total. Another film I collected has even more, fifty styles!"

My mother excitedly looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. One of her hands was already gripping my now very hard penis. Her body writhed and rubbed against me in my arms, no longer watching the movie.

I knew her desire had been ignited by the scenes in the film, and had reached a point of no return. My hands grasped her breasts, kneading them sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely.

She flipped her legs over to face me, straddling my lap, hugging me, and lifting her hips to move. I knew she wanted to imitate a position from the movie, so I guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She sat down, letting out a soft "Ah!", and began to thrust up and down.

That morning, we recreated twenty positions from the movie, experiencing immense pleasure. My mother had twenty orgasms, and to let her fully enjoy herself, I tried my best to control my emotions and only ejaculated once!

When the last orgasm came, my mother was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and collapsed asleep on my bed. I carried her to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water to wash away the stains, and surprisingly, she didn't wake up.

...

After that, we stopped wearing clothes at home. I then realized the advantages of being naked: first, the freedom from the constraints of clothing was incredibly comfortable; second, I could admire my mother's beautiful figure and skin at any time; and third, it was so convenient to make love when we wanted to!

We made love every day. By day, we were mother and son; by night, we were husband and wife. No, I should say we were husband and wife even during the day.

I discovered that my mother had an exceptionally strong sex drive. Even when she was exhausted and unable to move from her bed, her vagina remained wet, as if that spring would never run dry!

Strangely, during our first time making love, my mother asked me not to ejaculate inside her, fearing she would get pregnant with my child. However, later on, she seemed to no longer avoid the fear of pregnancy. One day during our lovemaking, I said that to prevent my mother from getting pregnant, I wouldn't ejaculate inside her that day. But she said, "No! I want you to ejaculate inside me! Your penis is so thick and strong when you ejaculate, it feels so good; the force of your ejaculation is also very strong, shooting directly into my uterus, I find it very enjoyable. I'd rather have abortions frequently than give up this wonderful enjoyment!"

I greatly admired my mother's persistent pursuit of this wonderful experience, and I tried my best to satisfy her.

Two months later, my mother was indeed pregnant with our incestuous child. That night, she nestled in my arms and told me worriedly, "Honey, I'm pregnant with your baby! What should I do?"

I was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wow! That's great! I'm going to be a dad!"

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Look at you, so happy! How am I going to explain to your father that I'm pregnant with my son's child?" I immediately got up and put my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

I impatiently got up and put my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

My mother laughed and said, "It's too early! You can't hear it yet, you have to wait until four months!"

I turned around, climbed on top of her, and kissed her.

My mother insisted on having an abortion. I really couldn't bear to part with my child and firmly insisted on keeping the baby.

"Let me think about it some more!" Mom said solemnly.

Suddenly, her expression changed, and she asked with a coquettish smile, "Oh! Darling, I just remembered something: if the baby is born, what will he/she call you? Dad or brother?"

"Of course, Dad!" I said, thrusting my hips forward, my thick, hard penis plunging into her secret place again.

Mom let out an "Oh," and then fell silent, closing her eyes to enjoy it.

I thrust violently more than three hundred times, bringing my lovely mother back to a state of blissful ecstasy. As luck would have it, just when we were worrying about this, an exciting solution suddenly appeared.

It was the next day when I came home from school and saw my mother sitting on the sofa crying, crying so sadly.

I sat beside her, pulled her into my arms, and softly asked, "My darling, why are you crying?"

She buried her face in my chest. "Zhizhi, I just found out today: your father is having an affair abroad, living with an American woman..."

I picked my mother up, letting her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I comforted her, kissing her gently. "Mommy, it's better he doesn't come back. Isn't it happy enough that we depend on each other?"

My mother stopped crying and nodded. "Son, you are my greatest comfort. This is good; we can live together like a married couple. I hope you won't abandon me!"

"Of course, my darling! You are my Snow White, my good wife, and I will never leave you! Ah! I am so happy!" I kissed her excitedly, until she trembled all over.

She breathed heavily and whispered shyly in my ear, "Zhizhi, I want it! Give it to me!"

I took off her clothes and we were on the sofa...

After the climax subsided, Mom nestled in my arms like a docile little kitten, letting me caress and kiss her all over.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at me affectionately, and smiled, saying, "Darling, I feel especially relaxed today. Guess why?"

I said I couldn't guess.

She gently patted my cheek and said, "Silly boy! Can't you guess? It's because your father abandoned us, which actually makes me feel free. We have no worries together anymore; we can do whatever we want and have fun. Don't you think so?" "

Of course, I feel that way too!" I said excitedly.

She said, "I have already thought about it. I will write to your father tomorrow asking for a divorce. Then...then I will marry you!"

I said, "I'm afraid the law does not allow a mother to marry her biological son."

She smiled and said, "In fact, in ancient times, in some countries in the Western Regions, there was a traditional rule: the queen must be the son's wife after the death of the king. Back then, Cai Wenji, after her husband died, She almost became her son's wife, but she didn't do it because she adhered to Chinese traditions. I think this rule is good. Why can't we? I thought of a way. After my father and I divorced, we could get married legally and our children could stay.

"

The next day, my mother wrote a letter to my father, asking for a divorce. Unexpectedly, my father readily agreed in his reply two weeks later and signed the divorce papers. In the letter, he admitted to having a new lover, being madly in love with her, and that divorce was the best solution under these circumstances. He voluntarily offered to give half of their enormous assets to my mother.

Soon, they completed the divorce proceedings. My mother, on the contrary, seemed very calm and relaxed.

Thus, my mother and I officially began living as husband and wife.

To ensure a smooth delivery of our child, my mother and I decided to immigrate to Singapore. We spent some money to immigrate using fake identities; my mother became twenty-two years old, and I became twenty, all so that my mother and I could officially marry.

We got married in Singapore and bought a very large house, about 200 acres in size, filled with exotic trees and flowers, fragrant all year round. There was even a house dedicated to a gym with an indoor swimming pool. I also invested ten million US dollars to start a company. From then on, I developed my career and happiness here.

Five months after our marriage, my mother gave birth to a smart and lovely daughter.

To this day, no one has ever doubted our age. We've been married for ten years, and my mother is forty-four. But she still looks so young and beautiful, with delicate skin and a graceful figure. Her temperament has always remained pure and lively, so she looks much younger than me, at least seven or eight years younger.

What makes me even more gratified is that my mother's sex drive is still as strong as it was back then. In bed, she is still sensitive and passionate. With just a little teasing, she becomes intoxicated and limp, truly charming and graceful. Holding her in my arms makes me feel relaxed and happy, and I never want to let go. It's incredibly moving.

Recently, I held our tenth wedding anniversary dance at home, and a friend earnestly said to me, "Ah Zhi, I can't believe you're two years younger than your wife. To be honest, when we first met, I thought you were four or five years older than her. You're so lucky to have such a beautiful and virtuous wife. She has the serene elegance of an ancient lady, and the gentle passion of a Japanese woman... Ah, she's truly perfect, a rare find!"

I thought to myself: her captivating expressions in bed—her shy moans, her dreamy haze, her tender cries—must also be unparalleled!

I. First Encounters of Warmth

This is a true story. It happened when I was sixteen. I was a high school sophomore at the time.

My father lives abroad most of the time, and my mother and I live together in Taipei.

My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was once very popular and appeared on the cover of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a teacher at a dance school, a job she still holds today.

My mother is now 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something quite interesting happened: I was playing basketball at my high school when a classmate rushed up to me and told me that a girl was looking for me in the reception room. I asked who it was. He said, "That woman is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."

I thought for a moment and concluded that it was my mother. I burst into laughter and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister. It must be my mother!"

My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty years old!"

I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, so you can't tell."

It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history. She had bright, intelligent eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry-like lips, and flawless skin. Her demeanor was graceful and elegant. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother had a lively and warm-hearted personality. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.

That year, although I was only sixteen, I was as strong and robust as my father, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no younger than twenty. Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're brother and sister!

From the age of fourteen, I developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, even frequently watching adult films. So, although I've never had any physical contact with women, I know a great deal about sex. I long to one day see a woman's naked body, to see what a woman's breasts and genitals look like.

I observe women every day, but I've found that none of the women I've seen surpass my mother in beauty and charisma.

I've always admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also began to secretly admire my mother's beautiful and delicate face, her slender yet full figure, and her fair and smooth skin. I especially loved her large, expressive, dark eyes that naturally possessed a touch of shyness, particularly when she was excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, incredibly alluring. I thought every smile and frown of my mother was particularly captivating. I often imagined the color and shape of her flesh beneath her clothes… I longed to see my mother's naked body one day.

However, my mother always dressed very conservatively; apart from her long, slender legs and delicate, lotus-root-like arms in the summer, nothing else could be seen. Moreover, my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, noble, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never joked around with me casually. Therefore, I have never had any improper thoughts about my mother.

My mother has many friends and often goes out in the evenings to socialize and attend friends' celebrations and other events. If my father is home, he usually accompanies my mother. Since my father went abroad, my mother has been going alone.

Because my mother is so beautiful and looks very young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from being humiliated. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out. At parties, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, this was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.

One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk shirt, a rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt in the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored pantyhose. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her makeup was light, and her hair was tied up high, making her look even more youthful and beautiful.

For over two hours at the ball, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek-to-cheek, swaying… We were both incredibly excited. My mother, being a former dancer, moved with graceful, light, and captivating movements. We quickly became the center of attention; many times, everyone stopped dancing to watch us twirl and dance in the hall, which made me incredibly proud.

When we danced cheek-to-cheek, our bodies pressed tightly together, I felt her breasts, firm yet soft, against my chest. A surge of emotion welled up inside me, and I unconsciously tightened my embrace around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like a couple in love?" Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"

I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being lovers?"

Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is a simple emotional connection; while lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves a union. Do you understand?" "

Mom, do you have a lover?"

"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

She slowly moved her head away from my shoulder, looking directly into my eyes, and suddenly said softly, "Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I used to only see you as a son, but when you mentioned a lover, I tried looking at you that way. I found you handsome, tall, and refined, understanding, with bright, captivating eyes—truly the kind of man a woman would choose! If I weren't your mother, I might really..." "He'll pursue you and become your lover!" I whispered. "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you, isn't that wonderful?"

Mom blushed again, glanced at me, and said, "How can Mom be her son's lover! You're the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.

Just then, the ballroom lights suddenly dimmed, gradually becoming almost pitch black.

"Mom, why did the lights suddenly dim?" I asked my mother.

"This is something that happens at every ball; it's a dream moment arranged for lovers."

"What do lovers do then?"

My mother didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder again, pressing her face close to mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh, "Okay, then let you experience it! We can be ball lovers for five minutes! Don't think of me as your mother now, but imagine I'm your lover, a girl you like. Love is in the air, and she's already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?" As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist and wrapped her other arm around my neck. My heart warmed, and I also wanted to experience what it was like to be with a lover, so I hugged my mother's waist tightly as well. I felt my mother's two hard breasts pressing against my chest. My hand, which had been on her shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered, "Mom, can I kiss you?"

My mother chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" As she spoke, she turned her face towards me. Although I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, I could distinctly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant scent that mingled with her even breathing on my face. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin…

"Mmm! Ugh!" my mother hummed softly. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate.

I had never been in contact with a woman before, much less kissed, so everything was new. So, I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and started rummaging around.

My mother made a soft "mmm" sound, pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't rummage around like that, be gentle, be light. Try to feel what my tongue is doing in your mouth. That's what makes it romantic!" As she spoke, she stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.

I'm a very clever child, so I learned it quickly. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues intertwining in and out of each other's mouths.

My mother was very agitated. One of her hands was stroking and kneading my back, and she even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently stroke her back and round buttocks with one hand as well.

I heard my mother moaning softly, as if she were enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe, and my penis had somehow become erect, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen. She felt it too, and whispered, "What's so hard? It's making my stomach hurt!" As she spoke, she reached down and grasped my penis through my pants.

"Oh! It's so big and hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back as soon as she pushed it aside. Mom had no choice but to let it press against her. I felt her stand on tiptoe, lowering the pressure point to below her lower abdomen. Because she was on her tiptoes and unsteady, Mom's body pressed even closer to me.

We hugged and kissed, our four hands caressing each other, our bodies rubbing against each other…

The lights gradually came on. Mom pushed me away, panting softly, and whispered, "Okay! Don't let anyone see, that's enough!" We returned to normal and started dancing a slow waltz.

My mother's cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, making her look incredibly beautiful and charming. She smiled and whispered, "Zhizhi, have you experienced what it's like to be a lover?"

I said, "It's so warm! Mom, can we continue being lovers when we get back?"

"No!" my mother said coquettishly, "How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the changing lights here to show you what lovers do at this time, just to add a little fun."

After that experience, I realized that my image of my mother had completely changed. She was no longer just a mother, but a beautiful woman I loved dearly.

I stared at my mother, mesmerized by her beauty, so captivating and mesmerizing. Why hadn't I noticed her beauty before? I longed to hold her tightly in my arms and kiss her passionately again. I even yearned to make love to her and marry her!

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that? You look like a little pervert, it's embarrassing!"

I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"

"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't have such wild thoughts!"

"Mom, after being lovers for a while, I realized: you are really very cute!"

My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.

"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear and quietly kissed her earlobe.

My mother trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please don't say anymore, it's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."

I noticed that my mother hugged me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.

Today, my mother's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn demeanor; she seemed exceptionally warm and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently—a blush so fresh and alluring. Especially when she looked at you with that shy gaze, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I really wanted to devour her whole!

II. Mutual Affection

The ball was followed by a cocktail party. Mom was especially happy today and drank quite a bit of wine; she was even a little unsteady on her feet. I had to drive her

home. When we got home, Mom fell asleep in the car due to the alcohol, and I couldn't wake her up no matter how much I called or shook her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and back to her room. I've never carried anyone before, let alone my mother. Mom is quite tall, but because she's slender and weighs only 52 kilograms, she doesn't feel heavy at all when I carry her.

At this moment, my mother was completely asleep, her delicate body supple and boneless. I supported her waist and the back of her knees with both hands, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her snow-white neck stretched out long, and one arm hanging down as well.

After going upstairs, I placed my mother on the bed and took off her outer clothes and pantyhose. It turned out that my mother was only wearing a pink three-piece bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, my mother's high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat abdomen, and slender legs were all on full display. In particular, her raised mons pubis and the faint pubic hair made my heart flutter, and I could hardly control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then, boldly, lightly kissed each of her three prominent breasts through her clothes. Afterward, I covered her with the sheet and left.

Lying in bed, my emotions remained turbulent; my mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure kept swirling in my mind. Because today was the first time I had ever seen a woman's naked body!

The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.

I saw her come out of the room and called out, "Good morning, Mom!"

"Good morning, son!" Mom replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?"

"Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. After I drove home, I tried calling and shaking you hard, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to your room."

"Wow! I'm so sorry to have to be carried back by my son! I'm so heavy, can you carry me?" Mom said affectionately, putting her arms around my waist.

"Not at all, I picked you up easily. You see!" With that, I picked Mom up and spun her around the house.

"Ah! Put me down! You've made my head spin!" Mom cried out as she struggled.

I gently put her down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up so much, he's so strong!"

"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming.

"What?" Mom looked up at me, puzzled.

"I saw your naked body! It's so beautiful!" I said, a little carried away.

"When did you see it?" Mom's pretty face flushed slightly.

"Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can't see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much. After I carried you back to your room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom's figure was so slender and voluptuous, with a full and shapely figure and snow-white skin. Ah, you were absolutely gorgeous!" "Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I took them off myself. I'm so confused. I usually don't wear a bra to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought I must have drunk too much yesterday, and I don't even remember how I got home or into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas!"

"I didn't know Mom's habits. Next time, I'll definitely take off your clothes and put on your pajamas first before putting you to bed. That way, I can still admire Mom's beauty...!"

"Zhizhi, don't do that to Mom!" Mom said a little embarrassedly, coquettishly, "Zhizhi, you mustn't have any improper thoughts about Mom! Mom is Mom, not an ordinary woman!" "

But Mom's body is truly a masterpiece of God, an absolute beauty! Don't you know you're beautiful?"

"Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?" Mom was a little angry.

I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, and playfully said, "Please don't be angry, Mom. I misspoke. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!"

My mother chuckled and slapped my cheek, saying, "You naughty boy!"

I continued to hug my mother's slender waist and said, "Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?"

"No!" my mother scolded, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, my mother wasn't as strong as my mother. I wrapped one arm around my mother's pink neck and opened my mouth to kiss her cherry lips.

"Stop! In broad daylight, someone might see us!" my mother shouted.

"No, Mom, the front door is locked. Anyone who comes will ring the doorbell!" I said, continuing to kiss her.

She panicked and tried to push me away, crying "No!" and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kisses. Later, perhaps seeing my persistence, or perhaps because she was exhausted, she stopped struggling and let me hold and kiss her without moving.

Eventually, instead of resisting, Mom became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively using her tongue to entwine with mine, gradually emitting soft moans. Only when Mom was breathless from my kisses did she push me away. She said shyly in a low voice, "Okay! You've made me feel so tired! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom is going to make you dinner."

From that day on, I often asked my mother for hugs and kisses. Thankfully, my mother no longer refused, letting me kiss her as I pleased.

I guessed her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. Moreover, I noticed that my mother was particularly engrossed in each kiss.

Sometimes, she would even initiate the hug and kiss.

I reasoned: my mother was, after all, a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply craved the closeness and affection of men. With Dad away from home for extended periods, Mom naturally experienced sexual frustration with no outlet, which must have been very painful. Initially, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she naturally desired it deep down. This was evident from the time at the dance when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover—she was so passionate, proactive, and engaged. However, due to reason, she dared not act too excessively with her own son, repeatedly suppressing and controlling herself. But once I held her in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and virility, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind going completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with a man…

From then on, Mom no longer avoided me, sometimes even wearing very sexy clothes at home.

One day, it was incredibly hot, and the air conditioner at home was broken. My mother and I were both unbearably hot. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, while my mother was still wearing several layers of clothing, all of which were soaked with sweat. I urged my mother to take off her outer clothes. She said it was too embarrassing and insisted on not taking them off.

I said, "Mom, take off your outer clothes. I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. Anyway, there are no outsiders at home, so don't be shy!"

"Don't forget you're a grown man now! How can I be naked in front of you?" my mother said.

"Mom has so many rules! But I've already seen you in a bikini! Look at you again, it's still the same!" I tried to persuade her further.

Mom pondered for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it anyway. Okay then, I'm really too hot to stand." With that, she took off her outer clothes, leaving only a pink bikini.

"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in her bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You little rascal! I'll spank you!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and kiss her.

Mom struggled, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"

Naturally, I couldn't bear to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck wildly.

She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked her up, walked to the sofa, sat down, and let her sit on my lap, continuing to kiss her.

We were lovers for two hours this time. When we separated, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting softly, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said in a sweet voice, "You little rascal, you've made my whole body feel weak!"

While Mom went to take a shower, I noticed a puddle of water on my leg. I initially thought it was my mother's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then it dawned on me: it must have been vaginal lubrication from when my mother was being intimate with me, aroused by the passion within her. This was knowledge I had learned from a book.

Since that experience, my mother often wears only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me. Women are like that; once they've revealed a private part of their body to a man (whether forced or unwillingly), they won't be so reserved next time, probably thinking deep down: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men!

Once, my mother published a book on dance theory. It was beautifully printed, featuring over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one breathtakingly beautiful. She was overjoyed. As soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news and sat on my lap, showing me the lovely photos from back then. She explained each one to me, and I was filled with admiration for every single one. Hearing my praise, my mother was especially excited, hugging me and kissing me passionately for a long time. Her kisses were fervent and eager.

Infected by my mother's passion, I returned the favor, kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and pink neck wildly... Under my frenzied kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting soft moans, as if intoxicated.

That day, for the first time, I secretly caressed my mother's body through her clothes, kneading her firm breasts and round, firm buttocks, one hand gradually slipping under her skirt from her calves to her thighs. My mother seemed completely unaware, offering no resistance whatsoever. She became unusually excited when I pinched her nipples, arching her chest and twisting her waist, crying out "Oh! Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You're such a naughty child... I've loved playing with Mommy's nipples since I was a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched them as a child... Ah..."

"Mommy, does it feel good to pinch like this?"

"Oh! It feels good... but also very painful... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."

At this moment, my hand, which was wandering on the base of my mother's thigh, had a strange feeling: it seemed that some sticky liquid was flowing out from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to put my fingers into her panties to touch my mother's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.

My fingers stopped moving, but continued kissing her cherry lips and cheeks. My mother nestled in my arms, eyes closed, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face beautiful.

I deduced that she was completely immersed in the joy of her success, reason having no place in her mind; my caresses had in fact fueled her excitement. Therefore, she had absolutely no defenses against my advances.

It was already dark. I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room light. My mother was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt, peeking under it. I saw that my mother was wearing a small, pink pair of panties. Her mons pubis was high and round, like a small steamed bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the panties. The bottom of the panties was already soaked. At that moment, I really wanted to remove that small piece of cloth to see the true face of Mount Lu, but I didn't have the courage. So I just placed my palm on that protrusion and stroked it for a while.

My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered, "Mom, Mom, wake up!"

My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong? Did I fall asleep?"

"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I need to go make dinner!"

My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and got up to go make dinner. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" as one hand touched her genitals through her skirt.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"You're asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You made me all wet!"

"Mom, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and stepped closer.

"Get out of the way! You don't even know this, and you want to be my lover!" Mom pushed me away.

I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."

Mom said in a low voice, annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you a little sex knowledge: When a woman's sexual desire is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what's the use of secreting love juice?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"Lubricant!" Mom answered without hesitation, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have said that to me, and said, "Oh, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married." I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"

Mom blushed and said slowly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and dashing man, which woman wouldn't be captivated by you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be wet?"

I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. It turned out Mom was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say and stood there dumbfounded.

My mother said, "You can be hungry a little longer! I'll go change my clothes and then cook."

Afterwards, I felt a little regretful: if I had continued to try and take off her clothes when my mother's passion reached its peak and she was in a daze that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that had happened, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.

Alas! What a pity! I let go of

such a golden opportunity! I long for another chance like that!

III. Stealing the Forbidden Fruit

My relationship with my mother was becoming closer and closer. One evening, we were taking a walk in the back garden and sat down to rest on a stone bench. After a while, my mother said the stone bench was cold and hard and stood up.

I said, "Mom, sit on my lap, it's warm and soft!"

She smiled slightly, then sat across my lap, one arm gently around my neck, nestled in my arms.

We hugged and kissed, gently caressing each other's bodies. One of my hands was on her breast, kneading it. She closed her eyes, moaning with ecstasy.

I said, "It's so nice to be Mom's lover!"

"Who's your lover?" Mom slightly opened her eyes, saying coquettishly, "Aren't we completely lovers like this?"

"We hug and kiss every day, doesn't that count as being lovers?" I asked, puzzled.

"These are just the prelude to a relationship. If they were lovers, they would sleep in the same bed and share the same blankets, just like a married couple..."

"But I've shared the same blankets with Mom since I was little, which means I've been Mom's lover since I was little!"

"No!" Mom affectionately stroked my face and said, "How can that be a relationship? You know, lovers have sexual relations..."

"Mom, what is sexual intercourse?"

"This... how do I put it... anyway, sex is just the pleasure between a man and a woman!"

Just then, a sharp bird cry came, and two small birds flew from one tree to another with their bodies connected.

Mom pointed to the pair of birds and said to me, "Look, those two birds are having sex!"

I pretended to be confused and said, "Oh, I get it. The male climbs on the female's back, that's sex."

Mom chuckled and said, "Silly child! Just climbing on doesn't necessarily mean sex. The key to sex is that the male's penis has to be inserted into the female's. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what does a woman's genitals look like?"

"The opposite of a man's, it's a hole, a deep hole, big enough to hold a man's penis..."

"How thick and deep is it?"

"About one centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters deep." Oh dear, Mom, when my penis is erect, it's about four centimeters in diameter and at least twenty centimeters long! "Does that mean it can't penetrate a woman's genitals?"

"Are you that big?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me, surprised.

I nodded.

"But it doesn't matter. Because a woman's genitals are made of flesh, they have great elasticity! A thick and long genital will make a woman enjoy it even more!"

I continued to rub her breasts, asking, "Mom, can I see your genitals? I've never seen a woman's genitals before, I really want to see them!"

Mom blushed, shook her head, and said, "No! There are two great secrets a woman shouldn't let others see: her breasts and her vagina."

"Mom, I'm allowed to touch your breasts, why can't I touch your vagina?"

"That's different. Because you're my son, you grew up drinking my milk, and you've touched my breasts countless times, so I won't keep them closed to you anymore. As for my vagina, it's only for my husband to see. You're not my husband, nor my true lover, so of course I can't let you see it!"

"What a pity! Mom, then how about we be real lovers?"

"Absolutely not! Sexual intercourse with someone other than your husband is illegal adultery, and mother-son adultery is even more forbidden! It's immoral, it's incest!" Oh dear! If only Mom hadn't married Dad back then, I could have proposed to you! Upon hearing this

, Mom buried her face in my chest and burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over, tears streaming down her face. She said, "What a lovely child… If I hadn't married your father back then, you wouldn't be here!"

Knowing I'd said something foolish, my face turned bright red.

"Alright, alright! Look at you, so shy and cute! You've made me so tired. It's getting dark, we should go home. Aren't you full of energy? Then carry me home!"

I gently picked up Mom and carried her through the long, tree-lined path towards home. On the way, Mom hugged my neck, kissing me as we walked. I carried her to her bed before saying goodbye and returning to my room.

…

I still longed for another chance to see a woman's naked body and the structure of her genitals.

Heaven rewards the diligent; my wish finally came true, and I obtained something I never dared to dream of.

One night, I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. As I passed my mother's room, I heard strange noises coming from inside. I cautiously pushed open her door, and it wasn't locked. I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, one hand clutching her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, tossing and turning on the bed as if in great pain. I knew my mother was masturbating.

I saw that her labia were pink, opening and closing. After a while, my mother's cries grew louder, her body twisted more violently, her waist arching upwards like a bow, and her hand clutching her breast reached upwards, as if beckoning to me.

I was startled, thinking, "Oh no, Mom saw me!" But then I calmed down, realizing she wasn't waving at me. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her increasingly loud moans drowned out my footsteps, so she had no idea I was there.

Seeing my mother's ecstatic state, I knew she was close to climax; the sheets were soaked. I thought, perhaps because my father was away for so long, my mother was lonely and was masturbating for pleasure.

Suddenly, my mother screamed, her body trembling as if electrocuted. I saw gushing fluid from her vulva.

Wow! I'd never seen a woman have sex or masturbate before; it looked incredibly painful! Why is mom asking for trouble? I really don't understand. But I immediately remembered the introduction in the book: When a woman's sexual organs are violently stimulated and climax comes, her whole body will tighten and then twitch, her spirit will reach the peak of excitement and a blank will appear, showing an expression of ecstasy and intoxication. What appears to be pain on the surface is actually extreme joy. Because of this, after a woman experiences this wonderful feeling for the first time, she still desires to continue to be caressed by a man. If she cannot get a man, she will commit suicide for fun like a man.

As I thought about it, my cock stiffened unconsciously, and my whole body felt hot. My sexual desire was rising like a tide, and I felt an urge to have sex. It was a hot day, and I was only wearing underwear. I took it off, and like my mother, I was completely naked.

Suddenly, I longed to get closer to observe my mother's naked body. This was a long-held, unspoken desire. So, I crouched down and crept forward, quietly reaching the foot of the bed. My mother, still limp from her recent orgasm, lay on the bed, her long, slender legs and arms spread wide in a starfish shape.

I quietly observed this captivating sight: my mother's genitals were still flowing with vaginal fluid; I saw her pink clitoris and her tightly closed, rosy labia. My gaze continued upwards, past her flat stomach. Ah! My mother's breasts, nestled on her soft bosom, were truly beautiful—firm and round, like a pair of large, white steamed buns, with pink areolas and bright red nipples. Looking further up, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long, black hair cascading messily over her snow-white shoulders and the pink pillow. Her pretty face was like a peach blossom, her cherry lips slightly parted, emitting even breaths…

My mother was asleep.

I indulged in admiring this exquisite beauty. From head to toe, and from toe to head, I looked again and again. Her delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, the flowing lines incredibly beautiful… Ah, this beauty was truly a masterpiece of God!

I was completely captivated! I couldn't resist! I quietly climbed onto the bed, kissed her cherry lips, and gently caressed her two firm breasts. My mother's breathing remained unchanged; she seemed to be in a deep sleep.

I boldly parted her beautiful labia with my fingers and saw a small fleshy ball above her labia minora. I determined this was her clitoris and gently touched it with my finger. My mother's body jolted, she groaned, and then returned to calm.

She was still fast asleep. I carefully supported myself with my arms, knelt between my mother's legs, and slowly crawled onto her. When my hands were under my mother's armpits, my thick, long penis was aimed at her vaginal opening. I really wanted to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to kiss her, so I propped myself up on my elbows, wrapped my arms around my mother, and kissed her. Her two firm nipples were pressed against my chest, and I involuntarily rubbed them in circles with my chest.

After about five minutes, perhaps my movements were too vigorous, my mother woke up, opening her sleepy eyes. Startled by my actions, she screamed, staring at me blankly, and cried out, "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

I was terrified and at a loss, but I was already in a bind. With a heavy heart, I cried out, "Mom, I love you!" With that, I thrust my hard, eight-inch penis into my mother's vagina, ramming straight into her uterus. Because her vagina was still wet, my penis slid in smoothly.

"Ah!" my mother screamed, her body arching backward, crying, "No! Don't!"

I excitedly thrust in and out forcefully, my mother's delicate body rocking like a small boat under my violent impact.

"Ah!...Stop...Oh!...No...You can't do this...This is...This is incest..."

Hearing the word "incest" only fueled my excitement. I thrust harder, saying, "Mom...please forgive me...ah, I can't take it..."

My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, just like a virgin's (I knew from books that a virgin's vagina is very tight).

Ah, my mother's vagina was not only tight, but also warm and soft, making thrusting feel so good.

"Son...ah!...please stop...oh...we can't do this...oh dear...oh my god...I'm coming..." I felt her legs stretch upwards, then tighten around my waist.

I felt my mother's vagina contract, squeezing my penis so tightly it felt like it was about to break...a gush of hot fluid felt so good on my glans. I couldn't help but thrust in hard...

"Oh!" my mother cried out, her body convulsing as she clung to me tightly, kissing me passionately and intensely. After about a minute, her limbs relaxed, and she stopped moving. I knew she had another orgasm.

I paused for a moment before pulling my penis out. I knelt beside her, admiring my mother's voluptuous figure after her orgasm. I saw the fluid gushing from her vagina flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets.

My mother's body trembled as she turned to her side and crawled face down on the bed.

My hands caressed her body.

"No...please...don't do this..." she murmured softly, crawling towards the edge of the bed on her knees, trying to escape.

I hugged her from behind.

"Zhizhi, you can't...no...ouch..."

"Mom, I love you, you're mine, I want to have you!"

"I'm your mother...I can't be with you...mother and son can't commit adultery!"

But I didn't care. I grabbed my mother's slender waist with both hands, lifted her buttocks, and made her kneel on the bed. Ah, my mother's back was even more sexy and charming: her snow-white, round buttocks were very elastic, and her tender red labia were completely exposed in front of me from between her slightly parted buttocks.

With curiosity and love, I carefully admired and studied my mother's genitals. I used two thumbs to separate her labia majora and used my middle finger to play with her labia minora. I saw that pink little fleshy ball again at her mons pubis. Ah! My mother's clitoris is so beautiful! The book says that this place is the most sensitive area for a woman. So, I extended a finger and gently touched it.

"Ouch!" My mother cried out in surprise, her body arching upwards, trembling violently. "No...no! Zhizhi...Mommy...stop...you can't do this..."

I continued to caress her sensitive clitoris, and my mother's body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake, her cries growing louder and louder.

Seeing my mother's strong reaction to my touch, a surge of heroism welled up within me, and my emotions became even more excited.

I held my penis and thrust in forcefully, "plop," deeply penetrating my mother's body.

"Oh!" My mother gasped softly, her body trembling again. "...Oh...Mommy...my darling...your vagina is so wonderful! I want to stay with you forever." I cried out excitedly as I thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position.

My mother's vagina contracted repeatedly, and she groaned loudly. I thrust violently hundreds of times, and my mother stopped resisting. Instead, she arched her hips to match my movements.

"Mommy...are you enjoying it?" I asked as I thrust.

"Yes!" she cried out, "...Oh...son...ah...good man..."

"Mommy...want more?"

"Yes...Zhizhi...fuck me...oh...I'm giving you everything...you're making me feel so good...my whole body is numb...ah..."

I felt my mother's vagina like a suction cup, sucking hard on my penis.

"...Ah...harder...oh...oh...son...ah...I'm coming again!...Oh my god...faster! Zhizhi...harder..."

My thrusts became even faster. My mother's delicate body swayed back and forth under my impact.

"Ah!" My mother screamed again, her body trembling uncontrollably, collapsing onto the bed.

I knew she had her third orgasm.

I moved my mother's body towards me. We hugged each other tightly, our tongues intertwining...

I kissed her and whispered, "My little lover, are you comfortable?"

She didn't answer me, her beautiful eyes closed, she nodded slightly, letting me caress and kiss her.

IV. Mother-son lovemaking

After a while, my penis was erect again, eager to display its power once more. I gently caressed my mother's firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis.

The moment her hand touched it, she let out a soft "Oh," gripped it tightly, and began to stroke it up and down.

I whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, was that exciting?"

She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, "Exciting!" Then she closed her eyes again.

"My darling, want more?" I continued.

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a tender gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently at me, and closed her eyes again.

"My little darling, tell me, do you still want it?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted it.

She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly, "You little rascal!...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still want to ask!" My mother kissed my lips and said softly, resting her head on my chest.

At this moment, my fingers were already inserted into her vagina, touching the firm "G" spot, and I circled it.

"Oh!" My mother cried out, her mouth half-open, trembling. Then, she threw herself into my arms and said, "Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back anymore...hurry! Hurry up!"

"My little sweetheart! So good!" I praised, laying my mother's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, and climbing on top of her. My hard penis once again entered her tender cave.

I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting at the same time.

My mother's snow-white body undulated with my thrusts, and gradually she began to moan softly, then a soft, warbling sound came from her throat, followed by incoherent cries: "...Ah...I...Baby...Son...Mom...Oh...Ah...Harder...Mom feels so good...Harder...Kill me..."

"Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!..." I said as I continued, "Why don't you call me...Good husband..."

"I'm your mother...How can you...Hurry...Ah...I'm coming again..."

I thrust even harder...

"You really are...Good husband...Harder..."

My mother would call out "son" at times, then my name at others, and call me her good husband. She seemed completely infatuated, lost in a trance, no longer able to distinguish who I was to her, utterly immersed in the blissful pleasure of lovemaking.

She continued to moan, "...I...good...Mom...so good...faster...I'm coming again...ah...faster, son, hurry...dear father...oh...I'm done..."

My mother's fourth orgasm seemed even more intense; she clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.

When her orgasm subsided, she lay limp on the bed like a drowsy person, her body as soft as a pile of mud, allowing me to manipulate and caress her.

Seeing my mother's pitiful state after my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn't relieved myself yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.

"Zhizhi...I need to...pee...go to the toilet..." My mother murmured softly, her beautiful eyes tightly closed. But I understood: Mom needed to pee!

I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she slumped back onto the bed.

Ah! Poor Mom, she had no strength left.

What to do? Mom urgently needed to pee!

A thought struck me, and I picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, her limbs and head drooping as if she were unconscious.

When we got to the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet; her eyes were tightly closed, and she swayed from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle against me.

After the urinating sounds stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. By then, she was a little more awake, slightly opening her eyes to look at me, and whispered, "Ah-Zhi…you…"

I lay down beside her again, holding her close, letting her head rest on my arm, and said, "Mommy, is something wrong?"

She shook her head gently and then closed her eyes again.

I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"

She slightly opened her eyes, looked at me, and shook her head.

"Mommy, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.

"Ah-Zhi, you're so energetic... I had five orgasms... I don't even have the strength to speak... Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.

"Mommy, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I pulled her hand and placed it on my erect penis.

My mother squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"

Her delicate hand moved across my penis, occasionally stroking the glans with her soft, smooth fingers—it felt so good.

"Mommy, I want to play a little longer, okay?"

"No! No more!" Her voice was low but firm.

"Mommy, but it feels so uncomfortable here!" My penis throbbed in her hand.

"Good son, don't do it again! What if you excrete inside me and make me pregnant!" My mother said with worried eyes, "How about this, I'll help you relieve yourself." As she spoke, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and stuck out her tender red tongue to lick my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.

I saw my mother's cherry-like mouth stretched so tight it looked like it was about to tear, and with a pang of heartache, I pulled my penis out of her mouth. "Mom, don't do this! It's painful for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too!" she cried.

"Zhizhi, your thing is too big! My mouth can't hold it all!" Mom said sullenly, then helplessly lay back down, silent and still, quietly watching me.

I said, "Mom, let me play one more time."

She glanced at me shyly, neither objecting nor agreeing, simply closing her eyes.

I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, thinking this would allow me to penetrate deeper. Mom's body began to rise and fall with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body began to writhe, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side, as if she were about to collapse. About twenty minutes later, the mother began to shout, "...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...Mommy's going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."

"Ah...Mommy...you're squeezing so tight...Mommy, I'm going to cum too!"

"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...my fertile period...ah! Pull it out quickly...we can't have a child...ah..."

But the mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.

"Son...don't cum inside...oh...I'm going to come..." she screamed.

"Mom, you're squeezing me so tight... your uterus is gripping me... I can't pull out..." I said, continuing to thrust violently, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Son... I... I can't control myself... ah... harder... don't stop..."

"Mom... what should I do..." I thrust harder.

"Son... God... ah..." My mother's vagina sucked my penis violently once again. Oh, a hot current soaked my shaft... making me unable to hold back from ejaculating.

"...Mom... I can't hold back... ah..." My body trembled repeatedly. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother's uterus, my body went limp, and I climbed on top of her.

"Ah!" My mother cried out, reaching orgasm at the same time! Her body trembled, her two jade-like arms tightly embracing me, her vagina rhythmically twitching a dozen times. Then, her hands loosened, and she collapsed limply onto the bed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

We were both exhausted, and slept in each other's arms for four hours. When I woke up, Mom was probably already awake; she was still in my arms. Seeing me awake, she stroked my face and said, "Zhizhi, you're awake!"

"Mom, were you awake earlier?"

"I was awake a long time ago, but I was afraid of waking you, so I didn't dare move."

"Mom, I love you so much!" I said excitedly, kissing her lips at the same time.

She pushed me away and said, "Zhizhi, we're so foolish."

"Mom, do you feel good when we make love?" I asked, stroking her breasts.

"Of course!" she answered excitedly.

"Then why do you say we're foolish?" I asked.

"We're mother and son, we can't make love!"

"Mom, men and women are attracted to each other, they have desires, and achieving physical pleasure through intercourse is such a wonderful thing! Mother and son are also flesh and blood, there are feelings and desires between them, why can't they make love?" I asked righteously.

"Probably because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring," my mother mumbled.

"Then we don't need offspring! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Sexual intercourse only occurs when the feelings between a man and a woman reach a passionate stage; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment we get from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?"

"I've never experienced such great enjoyment before..." A strange light shone in her eyes. I asked, "Mom, did you experience such great enjoyment when you made love with Dad?"

She shook her head gently. "Your father isn't as capable as you, and he's very selfish. He only cares about his own release and never cares whether I'm satisfied. Every time we're intimate, he finishes in just a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead... Sigh, don't mention him..." Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?"

"Son, Mommy loves you so much!" She was very emotional, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.

"Mom, did what I just said make sense?" I took the opportunity to ask her.

"I'm so touched by your analysis, and I completely agree. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours now! My little darling, I'm yours!" Mom's eyes were filled with passion as she spoke.

Then, she added softly, "But, whatever you do, don't let your father or anyone else know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"

"Ah! Mom is so understanding and considerate! From now on, I'll make love to you every day and let you enjoy it, so you won't have to masturbate anymore." My hand reached down again, and I inserted a finger into her vagina. I felt her hand also grasp my now hard penis.

"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would actually become your lover!"

"That's wonderful, Mom! Don't you want to?"

"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.

"Mom, you know what? I've been in love with you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none of them can compare to you. You're my dream lover! Have you ever thought about making love with me before?" I asked affectionately, kissing her.

"No, not before, but I've thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.

"Since when?"

"At the ball that day! You really captivated me then, and I thought, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After returning home, I often thought of you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even dreamed of making love with you. You really became my dream lover! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I am so happy!"

The mother said impulsively, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and took the huge glans into her mouth.

...

Five. The day after my infatuation began

, I returned home from school at noon. My mother was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home! The teacher has a meeting this afternoon, so I won't be going to school," I announced to her from afar.

My mother turned and looked at me affectionately, her eyes so bright, full of joy, yet tinged with a touch of shyness. She smiled gently and said, "Sweetie, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Then she gave me a flirtatious wink before turning back to cooking.

"Mom, what are you making?" I asked as I walked towards her.

"I cooked six dishes, all your favorites," she said, glancing at me.

"What day is it today? Why did you make so much delicious food?"

Mom blushed and whispered, "You've worked so hard, Mom wants to make sure you're well-nourished."

I hugged her from behind, my hands covering her breasts, and kissed her pink neck, saying, "Mom, I've been thinking about you all morning!"

"What is there to miss?" Mom was clearly very excited, her voice trembling slightly.

"Thinking of Mom's beauty, thinking of her alluring figure in bed, her soft, moist vagina throbbing during orgasm... Mom, I really want to stop class and come back to you right now!"

"Oh! Stop talking! It's so embarrassing!" Mom's neck turned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands.

"Mom, give me a kiss!"

"You little rascal, can't you see I'm cooking?" Her voice was coquettish, trembling, and gentle.

"No! Give me a kiss first!" I insisted, and reached out to turn off the stove. My mother turned around helplessly, gazing lovingly into my eyes. She pressed her face against my chest, wrapped her two delicate, lotus-root-like arms around my waist, and whispered softly, "You little rascal! Last night, I was completely naked in your arms, kissed, touched, and made love to you all night long. And this morning you clung to me and made love to me twice more. Isn't that enough?"

"My little princess! How could I be enough in front of such a beautiful, passionate, and graceful woman like you? My little lover, I will never be enough!"

"But it's daytime now, how can you..." My mother looked up at me shyly.

"It's alright, God didn't say that men and women can only be intimate at night! My little love, my darling, I can't wait!"

With that, I lowered my head and kissed my mother's cherry lips.

My mother extended her tender little tongue, licking my lips.

The long kiss made my mother moan incessantly, her whole body trembling, her breathing rapid, her hands supporting her on the table from behind, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath.

My lips moved from her cherry lips to her pink neck, then to her soft breasts. The opening of her nightgown was large, exposing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. My lips roamed between her neck and chest, kissing my mother's delicate body until it trembled. Her waist was supported by my hands, her upper body slowly leaning back, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I bit down on the ribbon around her waist and pulled hard, opening her nightgown.

"Wow! So Mom was only wearing a nightgown, not even a bikini, she was completely naked underneath!" I exclaimed. "Is this comfortable?" she said sweetly.

"Are you waiting to make love with me?" I teased.

"No way! I've never liked wearing clothes, I always sleep naked at night. Before you were born, I didn't like wearing clothes during the day either, your dad really liked me walking around the house naked." she explained.

"But I remember Mom was always very conservative with her clothes!"

"Since you were born, I've gradually gotten used to wearing clothes during the day, afraid you'd see," Mom said softly.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes today?"

"You're naughty! You know perfectly well! We've already...we've already...oh well, never mind! Anyway, you won't see!"

"Ah! My sweetheart! You're so understanding!" I praised.

"Hmm?" she murmured sweetly.

"I also love it when you walk around the house naked. So from now on, don't even wear pajamas, okay?"

"Okay! Oh, hurry up and kiss me, I feel so uncomfortable!"

My mouth moved over those two snow-white mounds, sucking and biting.

Mom started to sway her hips, her head swaying from side to side, her moans growing louder, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with affection, filled with allure, charm, and thirst.

"Darling...hold me tight...I...can't stand up..." came her intermittent murmurs.

I helped her remove her pajamas, and Mom instantly transformed into a naked Venus. In the daylight, her skin appeared even whiter, smoother, and more delicate.

As I removed my own clothes, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands. A thought struck me; I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, straightening her legs, putting Mom in a doggy-style position.

I saw a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, so I grasped her plump buttocks and thrust my penis into her from behind.

"Oh...ah..." Her plump buttocks began to spasm, the pressure of my deep penis shooting straight to her throat, causing her head to tilt back, her mouth half-open.

"It's all in..." I exclaimed excitedly.

I began to slowly thrust in and out. "Oh..." The huge penis created a strong sense of pressure as it went in and out of her narrow vagina. However, the surge of ecstasy at this moment brought my mother into a state of ecstasy.

I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet, and the vigorous thrusting caused her drooping, snow-white breasts to sway.

I thrust again, and my mother's body was different from before; the tender flesh inside her vagina began to wrap around my penis.

"Ah...it's coming..." My mother felt a strong pleasure in her lower abdomen, which was swelling more and more. She went wild too.

My breathing quickened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.

My mother reached her first orgasm at this moment, collapsing weakly to the ground, her body still writhing.

I picked up my mother's naked body and carried her to the living room, placing her on the sofa. Her

naked, delicate body rolled and twisted on the sofa.

I caressed and sucked her entire body, teasing her labia majora and minora with my tongue, especially her lovely clitoris. This made my mother writhe and moan repeatedly: "Ah...so empty...I want...give me...push hard into my little hole..."

This was precisely my mother's charm: incredibly sensitive! With just a little teasing, she became passionate, alluring, and captivating, her desire igniting uncontrollably.

Seeing that the time was right, I quickly lifted one of her legs and placed it on the back of the sofa. Seeing the streams of love juice gushing from her little pussy, I excitedly thrust my penis all the way in.

"Oh!" Mom cried out softly.

I thrust more than five hundred times, finally ejaculating inside Mom, who was completely lost in ecstasy.

After my mother's trembling from her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and let her sit on my lap. I stroked her smooth skin and softly asked, "Mom, were you comfortable?"

She smiled shyly, nodded slightly, pressed her face against my chest, and said weakly, "You made me feel so good, like I was dying and going to heaven... Honestly, doing this in broad daylight is so embarrassing!... Even your father never made love with me during the day... But I think making love during the day is more stimulating than at night, it's an indescribable feeling... You've made all my bones feel weak... I don't have the energy to cook for you."

I said, "Sweetie, you rest well, I'll go cook for you!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, baby, actually you're more tired than me!" Mom said kindly.

"Mom, I'm not tired! Look!" I proudly held up my erect penis in front of Mom's eyes: "I'm still got plenty of energy!"

"Wow! Really! You're still young!" Mom exclaimed, and reached out to squeeze my penis a few times.

When I finished cooking and came to invite Mom to dinner, I saw her lying naked on the sofa, breathing evenly, her high breasts and flat stomach rising and falling slightly with her breath. She was sleeping so soundly. My mother and I spent the whole night together, not falling asleep until 5 a.m. This morning she went grocery shopping, cooked, and just now we had her first ever daytime lovemaking. She was truly exhausted.

Remembering how she looked so blissfully vulnerable during our lovemaking, I couldn't bear to wake her. So, I carried her upstairs, kissing her breasts as we went. I placed her on my bedroom bed. I

noticed stains all over her genitals and thighs; I knew it was a mixture of her vaginal fluid and my semen. So, I used a towel soaked in hot water to wash her. My mother didn't wake up, which showed how tired she really was. Finally, I covered her flat stomach with a sheet, went to the kitchen to eat, and then returned to the bedroom to finish my homework at the desk by the bed. Mom slept until four in the afternoon.

I went to her bedside, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, you're awake. Get up and eat!"

Mom struggled to sit up, her voice soft and delicate, "Oh dear, it's all your fault! I'm still so weak! How can I eat?"

"Sweetheart, don't move. I put the food in the insulated container; I'll go get it." She went downstairs and brought the food.

I carried and helped my naked mother to the table. As soon as I released my hands from her waist, she swayed and almost fell. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms.

"Oh! I feel so weak, I don't even have the strength to sit!" she cried weakly.

I then picked up my mother's naked body and let her sit across my lap, leaning against me. I fed her spoonful by spoonful.

"Little princess! Is it delicious?" I asked playfully.

"Mmm! The little prince's food is so delicious! Feed me quickly! I'm starving!" my mother said sweetly, eating so heartily that she ate three bowls of rice.

I urged her to eat some more.

"Oh! I really can't eat anymore. Don't believe me? Feel my belly! It's almost full!" Mom exclaimed sweetly.

I gently stroked her flat, slightly protruding belly; it was so soft and smooth to the touch. I laughed, "Wow, this little belly is quite big! You must be pregnant with my baby!"

"You're naughty! I'm not pregnant with your baby!" she cried out, half-seriously and half-coquettishly, lightly pounding my chest with one small hand and squirming in my arms.

She only calmed down when I kissed her rosy lips.

After the passionate kiss ended, Mom yawned and said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep more!" I carried her to bed and said, "Little princess, get some sleep! Recharge your energy for tonight's battle!"

"Hmm?" Mom gave a sweet, clear, and coquettish "hmm." Her little hands lightly pounded on my chest, and she complained, "Hmm... I'm not going anymore! Who wants to fight with you! My little lover is about to be fucked to death by you!"

I said, "Mom, you go to sleep, I'll go do my work."

"No, you take off your clothes and hug me to sleep! You can leave after I fall asleep!" She held onto my hand tightly.

So I did as she said. When she was breathing evenly, I quietly left her to continue finishing my homework.

My mother didn't wake up until seven o'clock.

The evening was still hot and humid. My mother and I swam naked in the family pool for half an hour. After showering, we walked hand-in-hand to the rooftop, each with only a towel draped over our shoulders.

The rooftop was actually a rooftop garden, beautifully decorated with pavilions, winding railings, flowerbeds, stone paths, sculptures, and fountains. The night was incredibly beautiful; the sky was cloudless, the moon was bright, the stars were numerous, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Faced with such a wonderful view, we were both completely captivated, and we couldn't help but snuggle together and kiss gently. Our towels fluttered to the ground.

I had my mother lean against the railing and lifted her left leg.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, Mom lost her balance, gripping the railing tightly behind her back.

"Here it comes..." I aimed my penis at Mom's vulva and thrust it in violently.

"Ah...no...not on the balcony..." Mom cried out, shaking her head desperately. But with each forceful thrust, her lower body reacted sensitively, feeling an intense pleasure.

"Mmm...ah..." Mom let out a sweet moan, her breasts swaying with my movements. In her ecstasy, she involuntarily wrapped her arms around my neck.

I thrust in and out hundreds of times, Mom's moans turning into involuntary screams, pleading, "Faster! Please...harder...faster..."

"Hehehe!" I sprinted with all my might. Mom tilted her head back, only able to stand on her tiptoes.

"Oh!" The continuous thrusts brought Mom to her peak in an instant; she cried out and her whole body began to convulse.

But I continued to thrust relentlessly.

"Oh...it's coming again..." Under the intense impact, Mom's orgasms came wave after wave, reaching climax several times in succession, finally falling into a semi-conscious state, but her body still swayed back and forth in coordination with my movements.

I grabbed Mom's buttocks with both hands and lifted her body up like that.

She felt like she was floating in the air, hugging my neck tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist…

I thrust my belly forward, strolling on the balcony. I'd take two or three steps, then stop, bouncing up and down as I thrust, then resumed strolling.

At this moment, my enormous penis penetrated even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The intense pressure made my mother's mouth slightly open, her head tilted back, revealing her snow-white neck, her breathing difficult due to the continuous waves of orgasm.

"Little beauty, is it good?" I asked as I thrust.

"Good…" she answered sweetly in a daze.

"Sweetheart, want more?"

"Yes! I want more… faster…" Her legs wrapped around me, her face displaying a wanton, orgasmic expression.

After carrying my mother for about ten minutes, I went downstairs. With each step down the stairs, I paused, and her body sank lower due to inertia, my penis slamming deeply and heavily against her cervix, causing her to involuntarily let out a scream.

Back in the bedroom, I laid her on the bed on her back and began my final thrusts. I grabbed her legs, spreading them 180 degrees, and my penis pumped in and out repeatedly.

My mother, still somewhat dazed, seemed to have the strength to respond to my attacks, thrusting her chest out and wiggling her snow-white buttocks.

"Oh…darling…you're still squeezing tight!" I closed my eyes in ecstasy, continuing my fierce assault.

"Ugh... Ah... I'm done..." Mom made a sound that was hard to tell if it was crying or panting, her beautiful buttocks swaying in sync with the thrusting of my penis.

"Ah... Oh..." The mucous membrane inside her vagina enveloped my penis, drawing it in forcefully.

I roared and began to ejaculate violently.

When Mom felt the semen spurting out, she immediately reached the peak of her orgasm. Countless orgasms left her without the strength to even breathe.

I pulled out my shrunken penis. Mom's eyebrows didn't even twitch, her snow-white body limp on the bed.

...

That night, we made love in various positions until three in the morning, and Mom had a total of sixteen orgasms.

We were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Six. The next day

was Sunday, and we slept until noon. When we woke up, we hugged and kissed, caressed each other for a while, and Mom whispered sweetly, "My darling, how do you know so much! Last night on the balcony, you lifted one of my legs and made love while standing, and then you carried me around while doing it, especially when we went down the stairs, you bumped into me with every step, oh my, it was so exciting! Your father never did so many things before. Zhizhi, I really suspect you've slept with many women with rich sexual experience! Tell me honestly, is that true?"

"Mom, I've never been in contact with a woman before! You're my first woman! My sexual knowledge comes from two sources: pornographic movies and pornographic books."

"I've never seen these things before, I've only heard about them. Zhizhi, what's on them?"

"Mom, those things are indeed from an advanced sex education school. There are diagrams of female genitalia, secrets to arousing female libido, characteristics of female orgasm, how to seduce young girls into bed, how to seduce wealthy women, thirty sexual positions, and so on... oh my, so many things, I can't even describe them all, it has everything. Mom, how about I take you to see it?"

Mom blushed and said sweetly, "No! I won't look at those filthy things!"

I knew that Mom actually wanted to see them, but she was just too embarrassed. So I continued to comfort her, saying, "Mom, if you consider sexual intercourse between men and women to be vulgar, then there probably isn't a single decent person in the world! The sad thing is, people think about it in their hearts, but then they condemn it in public. This way, people have no opportunity to exchange sexual experiences. But for the sake of pleasure, they want to find more sexual techniques, so they have to figure it out little by little on their own. By the time they've gained some experience, they're already old. Mom, you're so..." "Poor thing! Look at me, I've never had any contact with a woman before, but right from the start, I have more sexual experience than your mother. I could be your sex mentor and give you immense enjoyment. Why? Because I received systematic training in those things beforehand! And what I collected is a compilation of the experiences of those who came before. Learn them, and you can immediately enter the kingdom of pleasure. Why go to such lengths when you can do what's right here?"

"What you said makes some sense, but... I'm a little... embarrassed!" Mom said, her pretty face turning red again.

Seeing that the time was right, I took Mom's hand and we got out of bed and went to my room.

I helped Mom sit on the sofa and then turned on the VCR to play a short film about thirty sex positions. This was a live-action photo film with added background music and narration.

I sat next to my mother and watched it together. My mother leaned against me.

She watched intently, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling. When the film was halfway through, my mother began to twist and turn, and intermittent moans escaped her throat.

I asked, "Mom, is it good?"

She excitedly said, "Ah, I never imagined there could be so many styles!"

I said, "This film is only showing fifteen styles so far, thirty in total. Another film I collected has even more, fifty styles!"

My mother excitedly looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. One of her hands was already gripping my now very hard penis. Her body writhed and rubbed against me in my arms, no longer watching the movie.

I knew her desire had been ignited by the scenes in the film, and had reached a point of no return. My hands grasped her breasts, kneading them sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely.

She flipped her legs over to face me, straddling my lap, hugging me, and lifting her hips to move. I knew she wanted to imitate a position from the movie, so I guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She sat down, letting out a soft "Ah!", and began to thrust up and down.

That morning, we recreated twenty positions from the movie, experiencing immense pleasure. My mother had twenty orgasms, and to let her fully enjoy herself, I tried my best to control my emotions and only ejaculated once!

When the last orgasm came, my mother was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and collapsed asleep on my bed. I carried her to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water to wash away the stains, and surprisingly, she didn't wake up.

...

After that, we stopped wearing clothes at home. I then realized the advantages of being naked: first, the freedom from the constraints of clothing was incredibly comfortable; second, I could admire my mother's beautiful figure and skin at any time; and third, it was so convenient to make love when we wanted to!

We made love every day. By day, we were mother and son; by night, we were husband and wife. No, I should say we were husband and wife even during the day.

I discovered that my mother had an exceptionally strong sex drive. Even when she was exhausted and unable to move, her vagina was still wet, as if the spring would never run dry!

Strangely, my mother asked me not to ejaculate inside her during our first time having sex, fearing she might get pregnant with my child. However, she later seemed to become less concerned about pregnancy. One day during sex, I said that to prevent Mom from getting pregnant, I wouldn't ejaculate inside her that day. She replied, "No! I want you to ejaculate inside! Your penis is so thick and strong when you ejaculate, it feels so good; the force of your ejaculation is also very strong, shooting directly into my uterus, I find it very enjoyable. I'd rather have frequent abortions than give up this wonderful enjoyment!"

I greatly admired my mother's persistent pursuit of pleasure and tried my best to satisfy her.

Two months later, my mother indeed became pregnant with our incestuous child. That night, she nestled in my arms and told me worriedly, "Honey, I'm pregnant with your baby! What should I do?"

I was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wow! That's great! I'm going to be a dad!"

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Look at you, so happy! How am I going to explain to your father that I'm pregnant with my son's child?" I immediately got up and put my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

I impatiently got up and put my ear to my mother's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.

My mother laughed and said, "It's too early! You can't hear it yet, you have to wait until four months!"

I turned around, climbed on top of her, and kissed her.

My mother insisted on having an abortion. I really couldn't bear to part with my child and firmly insisted on keeping the baby.

"Let me think about it some more!" Mom said solemnly.

Suddenly, her expression changed, and she asked with a coquettish smile, "Oh! Darling, I just remembered something: if the baby is born, what will he/she call you? Dad or brother?"

"Of course, Dad!" I said, thrusting my hips forward, my thick, hard penis plunging into her secret place again.

Mom let out an "Oh," and then fell silent, closing her eyes to enjoy it.

I thrust violently more than three hundred times, bringing my lovely mother back to a state of blissful ecstasy. As luck would have it, just when we were worrying about this, an exciting solution suddenly appeared.

It was the next day when I came home from school and saw my mother sitting on the sofa crying, crying so sadly.

I sat beside her, pulled her into my arms, and softly asked, "My darling, why are you crying?"

She buried her face in my chest. "Zhizhi, I just found out today: your father is having an affair abroad, living with an American woman..."

I picked my mother up, letting her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I comforted her, kissing her gently. "Mommy, it's better he doesn't come back. Isn't it happy enough that we depend on each other?"

My mother stopped crying and nodded. "Son, you are my greatest comfort. This is good; we can live together like a married couple. I hope you won't abandon me!"

"Of course, my darling! You are my Snow White, my good wife, and I will never leave you! Ah! I am so happy!" I kissed her excitedly, until she trembled all over.

Her breathing quickened, and she whispered shyly in my ear, "Zhizhi, I want it! Give it to me!"

I took off her clothes, right there on the sofa...

After the climax subsided, Mom nestled in my arms like a docile kitten, letting me caress and kiss her all over.

She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at me affectionately, and smiled, saying, "Darling, I feel especially relaxed today, guess why?"

I said I couldn't guess.

She gently patted my cheek and said, "Silly boy! Can't you guess? Because your father abandoned us, I actually feel free. We're together without any worries, we can do whatever we want and have fun. Don't you think so?"

"Of course, I feel that way too!" I said excitedly.

She said, "I have already thought about it. I will write to your father tomorrow asking for a divorce. Then...then I will marry you!"

I said, "I'm afraid the law does not allow a mother to marry her biological son."

She smiled and said, "In fact, in ancient times, in some countries in the Western Regions, there was a traditional rule: the queen must be the son's wife after the death of the king. Back then, Cai Wenji, after her husband died, She almost became her son's wife, but she didn't do it because she adhered to Chinese traditions. I think this rule is good. Why can't we? I thought of a way. After my father and I divorced, we could get married legally and our children could stay.

"

The next day, my mother wrote a letter to my father, asking for a divorce. Unexpectedly, my father readily agreed in his reply two weeks later and signed the divorce papers. In the letter, he admitted to having a new lover, being madly in love with her, and that divorce was the best solution under these circumstances. He voluntarily offered to give half of their enormous assets to my mother.

Soon, they completed the divorce proceedings. My mother, on the contrary, seemed very calm and relaxed.

Thus, my mother and I officially began living as husband and wife.

To ensure a smooth delivery of our child, my mother and I decided to immigrate to Singapore. We spent some money to immigrate using fake identities; my mother became twenty-two years old, and I became twenty, all so that my mother and I could officially marry.

We got married in Singapore and bought a very large house, about 200 acres in size, filled with exotic trees and flowers, fragrant all year round. There was even a house dedicated to a gym with an indoor swimming pool. I also invested ten million US dollars to start a company. From then on, I developed my career and happiness here.

Five months after our marriage, my mother gave birth to a smart and lovely daughter.

To this day, no one has ever doubted our age. We've been married for ten years, and my mother is forty-four. But she still looks so young and beautiful, with delicate skin and a graceful figure. Her temperament has always remained pure and lively, so she looks much younger than me, at least seven or eight years younger.

What makes me even more gratified is that my mother's sex drive is still as strong as it was back then. In bed, she is still sensitive and passionate. With just a little teasing, she becomes intoxicated and limp, truly charming and graceful. Holding her in my arms makes me feel relaxed and happy, and I never want to let go. It's incredibly moving.

Recently, I held our tenth wedding anniversary dance at home, and a friend earnestly said to me, "Ah Zhi, I can't believe you're two years younger than your wife. To be honest, when we first met, I thought you were four or five years older than her. You're so lucky to have such a beautiful and virtuous wife. She has the serene elegance of an ancient lady, and the gentle passion of a Japanese woman... Ah, she's truly perfect, one of a kind!"

I thought to myself: her captivating expressions in bed—the shy moans, the dreamy haze, the tender cries—must also be unparalleled!

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