Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders.

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My father was 36 years old when he met my mother. At the time, he was a basketball coach at my mother's school. My mother, who was 180 cm tall, was the star player of the school's girls' basketball team. She was innocent, lively, beautiful, and generous. My father, lusting after her, took advantage of his position as coach to drug my mother with a soft drink, raping her when she was only 17 years old. He also posed my mother naked in several lewd positions and took more than a dozen nude photos of each. My father used these photos to blackmail my mother into becoming his intimate girlfriend. They lived a wild life for a while (my father boasted that he had sex with my mother at least three times a day). This physical relationship lasted for two years. One time, my mother carelessly forgot to take her medicine, and my father got her pregnant. My grandfather initially insisted on suing my father, but after some twists and turns, my mother finally married my father, who was 19 years older than her and 10 centimeters shorter. I was born the following year.

When I was two years old, at my father's urging, my mother put on her jersey again and continued playing. Because of her agility and excellent skills, she was selected for the national team. My mother played until she was 28 years old before being transferred to a state-owned enterprise, while my father, through connections, transferred to a top-tier team and continued to work as his coach.

I've always admired my mother. When I was little, I would always watch sports games intently on TV and cheer for her. After she left the military, my mother dressed smartly every day to take me to school, and my classmates envied me for having such a tall and beautiful mother.

After starting middle school, I gradually learned about relationships between men and women, and my admiration for my mother only increased. My mother had full, well-proportioned muscles and a curvaceous figure. Most remarkably, she had fair skin and a beautiful face, looking sexy and stunning, a cut above the rest—almost like the Venus of the East.

Inevitably, I began to develop an interest in my mother's body and unintentionally witnessed my parents making love. I discovered that my mother had a very strong sex drive, and my father seemed no match for her.

I'd heard my mom complain to my dad more than once, "Why so fast? I'm not done yet! Ugh! Hurry up and do it again! I'm so uncomfortable!" Then, one

summer when I was 15, something unimaginable happened. Here's what happened:

One night I got up to use the bathroom, and my dad was in there too. I don't know why he wasn't using the toilet in the inner room of his bedroom—the bathroom. I wanted to wait for him to finish, but he said, "What's there to be afraid of? Let's compare our penises!"

He carefully examined my genitals and exclaimed, "Like father, like son! I never imagined your penis had grown so big!"

I felt a little embarrassed. But Dad, being a bit of a gossip, didn't care at all. He laughed and said, "Never been with a woman before, have you? Want to see for yourself?"

I said shyly, "Dad! Why are you like this..."

Dad slapped me and said, "Don't be so pathetic! Come on! Let me see carefully..."

He left the bedroom door slightly ajar and made me peek through the door. Then he turned on the bedside lamp, climbed onto the bed, and started groping my sleeping mother.

Mom gradually reacted, and she mumbled in a daze, "What are you doing!"

Dad tore off Mom's nightgown and mini lace panties, launching a full-scale attack; he licked Mom's vulva fiercely, grabbed Mom's full breasts with his hands, and gently rubbed them. Mom's fair and tender buttocks began to sway, and her slender legs were suddenly raised onto Dad's shoulders.

Wanting to show off in front of me, Dad went all out and started going at it. Mom, under Dad's fierce onslaught, cried out in a wanton voice: "You devil! How come you're so good today?...
Hmm... Oh... Good... Good... That's it... Faster... Faster and harder... Hmm... So comfortable... Oh..."

Mom's snow-white and voluptuous body, and her seductive moans, fueled my lust. Unable to resist any longer, I didn't care if Mom found out and quietly climbed to their bedside.

At this moment, Mom seemed to have reached a critical juncture. She lowered her high-raised legs, bracing her feet on the bed, and thrust upwards with all her might. The force was so great that it lifted Dad, who was lying on top of her, off the bed. As she thrust
her hips , she cried out passionately, "Faster... harder! Don't stop... mmm! A little
deeper... oh... harder... ah..."

Her snow-white breasts swayed up and down, and her dark pubic hair was soaked and tangled with her juices. Dad's penis thrust in and out rapidly, causing her two bright red labia to turn inside out. The intense movements of the two created a gust of wind, and I smelled the special scent emitted during the act of intercourse.

Watching my parents' lovemaking so close up made me incredibly excited. I tiptoed back into the bathroom, grabbed my penis, and started masturbating vigorously.

Not long after I came out of the bathroom, they finished too. My mother probably thought I was already asleep, so she and my father went into the bathroom naked to wash up. I heard my mother muttering complaints: "You rascal, what are you doing? Waking me up in the middle of the night, and you only did it once..."

It sounded like my mother was aroused and wanted my father to try again, but my father was too weak and failed.

It's understandable, really. My 52-year-old father is getting on in years, and it's quite difficult for him to satisfy my 33-year-old mother, who's in her prime. After my mother finished washing up, she went back to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. My father then strolled into my room.

"How was it? Enjoyed it? Why did you leave halfway through?"

"I needed to pee, so I went to pee..."

"Hehe... You couldn't hold it in, so you went to masturbate, didn't you?"

My father teased me for a while, then started boasting about his romantic history. He said that before he met my mother, he had been with at least a hundred women, and every single one of them was completely submissive to him. He could easily have sex seven or eight times a night.

Seeing that his boasting was rather outrageous, I asked with some skepticism, "I just heard Mom grumbling and complaining, it didn't seem like Dad was that powerful, did it?"

Dad paused for a moment, then said without changing his expression, "Ha! So you heard that... Actually, it wouldn't be difficult to deal with your mom, it's just that Dad played too hard when he was young, so now he's not as strong as he used to be... Hehe! If it were a few years ago... I guarantee your mom would beg for mercy..."

He boasted for a while longer, then suddenly his face became serious.

"Guoqiang! You're not a kid anymore. We're talking like men now, so you need to listen carefully. Dad's going to Singapore in a few days, and he won't be gone for a year or two. Your mother is young, beautiful, and doesn't have a sharp mind. At her age, her sex life is at its peak... Dad won't be home... You need to keep a close eye on your mother... If it's really necessary... you might as well..." "In place of your father... be filial to your mother..."

Seeing my stunned expression, he waved his hand and said, "Don't rush! Listen to me. Although your mother is usually well-behaved, she's prone to problems if she's kept quiet for too long. There are several guys outside who are after your mother... Think about it, rather than letting outsiders benefit, it's better for you to be filial to her... Don't worry, after you were born, she..." "It's convenient for playing ball, and she's already had her tubes tied, so she won't get pregnant..."

I looked at my father in disbelief and said, "Dad! She's my mother! It's incest between mother and son!"

Who knew that my father would come up with another twisted argument: "So what if she's your mother? Can't your mother have physical needs? At your age, you're at the age where you're thinking about women. Tell me honestly, your mother is so sexy and beautiful, don't you want to sleep with her?" "Alright! Stop pretending! ……… Think carefully……… This way you can be filial to your mother, prevent your father from being cuckolded, avoid pregnancy, and prevent STDs! Your mother is in her prime and has strong needs, so you can relieve her pent-up desires in place of your father…"

Dad really was going to Singapore. The night before he left, he arranged for me to hide outside the bedroom and spy on him and Mom making love.

The two, naked, huddled together whispering. The mother said resentfully, "You're gone for two years! Am I going to live like a widow? I don't care! You're settling all your accounts today!"

The father, while groping the mother's buttocks, chuckled wickedly, "I'm not home, but Guoqiang is!"

The mother spat, "What nonsense are you spouting! Disgusting!"

The father grinned mischievously, "I saw..." Guoqiang's genitals are already pubic hair... his penis is thick and big, hehe... if he were to serve you, that would be so exciting!"

Mom seemed a little angry, she said angrily, "Why are you always so indecent? Making jokes about your son?"

Dad's two fingers slid down Mom's white and tender buttocks and inserted into Mom's vagina. Mom groaned, and then Dad started spouting nonsense again.

"Don't you love Guoqiang? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures. The reason it's forbidden is mainly for eugenics. You've already had your tubes tied, so you won't get pregnant. What are you afraid of? You have such a strong sex drive, you want it every day. If you don't let Guoqiang be dutiful to you, do you want to die of suffocation, or do you want me to be cuckolded? Haven't you noticed? Guoqiang has been secretly looking at your thighs, buttocks, breasts lately... hehe... he's probably having impure thoughts about you now..."

As he spoke, he fondled his mother's vulva. His mother's breathing gradually quickened, and her body twisted and turned, seemingly aroused by her father's twisted logic.

"Think about it, he's young and strong, and you raised him since he was little... Wow... a young, thick, hard cock... What do you want him for? He'll just listen to you obediently! He'd love to... insert it into your cunt... How wonderful that would be!" Hehe... After a while,

Dad continued, "Now close your eyes and imagine: pretend I'm not home, you really want it, you're masturbating, but Guoqiang finds out, he can't help but push you down... and he's on top of you, about to fuck you..."

At this moment, Mom's face showed an indescribable lustful desire. She spread her legs wide, eagerly reaching out to touch Dad's penis, clearly already burning with lust and unable to restrain herself.

At this moment, Dad asked in a low voice, "Mom! How is it? You want it, don't you?"

Upon hearing the word "Mom," Mom's body suddenly trembled, and she gave a seductive "hmm," then thrust her hips upwards, swallowing Dad's penis inside her.

I was truly impressed by Dad now; he had subtly instilled incestuous thoughts in Mom, clearly paving the way for my future! I originally had no impure thoughts towards Mom, but under Dad's repeated instigation, I was starting to feel a surge of desire. It was summer,

and

the weather was hot. My mother and I dressed very casually at home. I often went shirtless, wearing only shorts, while my mother wore shorts and a tank top, or just a thin bathrobe, revealing her full figure.

At this time, I was already 183 cm tall but weighed only 63 kg. I was tall and thin, a typical teenager's physique, but my penis was large at the head and thick at the body, quite mature, and about 17-18 cm long when erect.

That evening, after having dinner at a nearby restaurant, my mother and I rushed home to watch the Asian Women's Basketball Championship on TV. My mother, who had just showered, was wearing a thin, strapless nightgown. Her high, prominent breasts, without a bra, pushed against the fabric. She sat with her legs propped up on the coffee table, intently watching the game.

Ever since my father instilled distorted parenting methods in me, wicked thoughts had begun to stir within me. Seeing my mother so lightly dressed and completely unguarded, I couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance.

My mother, a former athlete, was 33 years old, but she had a slender, well-proportioned figure, completely free of any excess fat.

Since my mother switched jobs to a state-owned enterprise, she, like many working women, began to focus on beauty and skincare, which added a touch of feminine gentleness to her already strong curves.

Her long, shapely legs, propped up on the coffee table, were full, rounded, smooth, and delicate; her feet, worn from years of playing on the sports field, were large but well-proportioned, beautiful and pleasing.

In order to peek at what lay beneath her robe, I deliberately sat on the floor to her left, so that with a slight turn of my head, I could see her entire fair thigh and the small yellow lace panties between her legs.

"Why are you sitting on the floor? Why aren't you sitting on the sofa?"

"It's so hot on the sofa! The floor is cooler!"

The Chinese team won the game by a large margin. Mom, still wanting more after watching the broadcast, grabbed a basketball and wanted me to play with her in the living room.

Because the living room was small, and to avoid disturbing the neighbors, Mom made a rule: no dribbling, only dodging with the ball.

With the basketball in her hands, Mom became incredibly energetic, swaying left and right, making it impossible for me to even touch the ball. Then, with a feint, she dodged past me, and in my haste, I lunged forward with both hands, only to grab her large, braless breasts under her robe.

How strange! It was so smooth, soft, plump, and round—the feel was absolutely amazing! Mom probably had this experience a lot when she practiced basketball, and she laughed nonchalantly, "You're using Mom's as a basketball? Come on! It's your turn to get the ball, and Mom will try to steal it!"

After ten minutes of playing, Mom was the clear winner, overjoyed, her breasts bouncing up and down, while I was having a blast, burning with desire.

It turned out Mom was very agile; I kept misjudging and missing the ball. I would either grab her full breasts, touch her perfectly firm buttocks, or bump into her.

This series of physical touches gave me pleasure and a physiological response; my lower body immediately became hard, pushing my shorts up to the ceiling.

Afraid of embarrassing my mom, I turned around and bent over, saying, "Mom! I don't want to play anymore!"

My mom was having so much fun, and when she heard me say I didn't want to play anymore, she couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this a lot of fun? Why don't you want to play?" "

Mom! You're a national basketball player, how can I beat you? How about we play wrestling? Mom definitely can't beat me!"

"Hmph! You're so pathetic, you can't just give up if you can't beat me? Look at your physique, even if we wrestled, Mom might not lose to you!"

My mom was provoked and actually wanted to play wrestling with me. I said the living room floor was hard, and I might get hurt if I fell. If we really wanted to play, we should play by the bed, so even if I fell, I could fall onto the bed and not get hurt.

Seeing that I had a point, Mom, without saying a word, dragged me to the double bed in her bedroom to play wrestling.

She was very competitive and tried desperately to throw me down. To save face, I naturally refused to lose again. Mother and son pulled and tugged at each other, hugging and embracing, until one of us stumbled and fell onto the bed.

Mom insisted I surrender, pressing down on me and refusing to get up. Of course, I refused and struggled fiercely. In the chaos, I clung tightly to Mom, and she desperately held me down, preventing me from getting up.

Suddenly, a subtle atmosphere rose between us; beneath Mom's soft, smooth body, I became aroused once more. My hard, thick penis pressed tightly against my mother's soft abdomen, and her large, full breasts pressed firmly against my chest; all movement paused temporarily, and only our heavy breathing could be heard.

After a while, my mother asked softly, "Do you want to surrender?"

I said no, and my mother said, "If you don't surrender, I won't let you get up."

I felt incredibly good at that moment and didn't want to get up at all; I just instinctively rubbed my penis against my mother's soft abdomen.

My mother realized something was wrong and asked me to let go so she could get up, but I instead asked her to surrender. Of course, my competitive mother refused, so we ended up embracing each other in a stalemate.

Just then, my father's words suddenly rang in my ears: "Your mother is so sexy and beautiful, don't you want to sleep with her? ... If it's really necessary... you might as well take your father's place... and be filial to your mother... Don't worry, your mother has already had a tubal ligation, she won't get pregnant..."

As if bewitched, I began to caress my mother's full, round, soft, and fair buttocks.

My mother got anxious, and she angrily said, "What are you doing? Let go!"

I said, "I won't let go until Mom surrenders!"

This made her even angrier, and she angrily said, "Don't dream about it!"

After saying that, she immediately started struggling violently. Her struggle only fueled my lust. I reached into her robe, caressing her smooth thighs and occasionally venturing into her full vulva.

*Slap! Slap!* Two stinging slaps left me dizzy. I loosened my grip in pain, and

my mother seized the opportunity to get up. I panicked, rushing forward to pull her back onto the bed.

What followed was a life-or-death struggle! My mother's strength was beyond imagination. I was bruised and battered, and kicked off the bed several times, but I was also red-eyed with rage, refusing to back down. Finally, we were both exhausted.

My mother was completely naked, lying on the bed panting heavily. Her nightgown and mini thong were torn and ripped off. I, on the other hand, sat naked on the floor, covered in scratches from fingernails. The ferocity of the battle was evident.

My mother had punched and kicked me, scratching me mercilessly, leaving me covered in wounds and a pitiful sight. But my attacks on my mother were limited to gentle pushes, pulls, and tugs, leaving her fair and tender skin unharmed.

After resting for a while, I stood up. My mother was still lying on the bed, panting. Her full breasts heaved, and her fair skin was glistening with sweat. The sight of her aroused me once again.

Seeing me walk towards her with my erect penis, she hurriedly kicked out, but she was already at her limit, and I easily caught her right leg as it kicked.

Wow! My 180cm tall mom, those legs are really heavy! Heavy, solid, soft, and smooth, ha! It feels so good to hold them in my arms! In the blink of an eye, seeing her right leg caught, my mom kicked out with her left leg. Seeing the overwhelming force, I knew I couldn't catch it, so I quickly crouched down.

By sheer coincidence, I ended up lying right between my mom's legs, her tender, hairy vulva, mature and full, slightly open, right in front of me. Her pubic hair wasn't excessive, but it was evenly distributed and compact.

I smelled her secretions and, without hesitation, immediately opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking the pink cleft of her vulva.

My mother suddenly shuddered, let out a soft moan, and stretched out her leg to kick me. But I was off the bed, my head buried between her legs, so her long legs were useless.

There was a faint, slightly pungent smell from between my mother's legs; the salty, astringent taste excited me. The more I licked, the more energetic I became, and my mother's resistance gradually diminished. This was partly because she was exhausted, and partly because she felt good.

My mother's lower body was gushing with vaginal fluid, her whole body trembling, her vaginal opening opening and closing, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying the ultimate pleasure. Her thighs were also pressed together, clamping my head, and she moaned intermittently, "No...you...stop it...ouch...um...um..."

Suddenly, her hands reached out and grabbed my ears. I was startled, afraid that she would pull hard and tear my ears off; but she only exerted force slowly, gradually pulling me towards her.

After a while, I was completely pulled onto my mother, her eyes watery, her cheeks flushed, and the hands pulling on my ears slowly increased their strength.

She said, her voice brimming with lust, "If you don't surrender... Mommy... will... eat you up..."

I was face to face with her, almost cheek to cheek. I thought to myself: I'll shut you up first, let's see how you eat me then? Ignoring the pain in my ears, I lowered my head and kissed her, silencing her.

She struggled to turn her head, making soft sobs, and released my ears, trying to push me away; but I held her head tightly with my arms, blocking her hands, preventing her from exerting any force.

Having never kissed before, all I knew was to open my mouth and seal my mother's lips; I had absolutely no idea how to derive pleasure from it.

Suddenly, a soft, fragrant tongue slipped into my mouth and began to swirl around. The sensation was wonderful and warm, and I couldn't help but greedily suck on it.

My mother's soft, fragrant tongue was nimble and cunning, sometimes circling between my teeth, sometimes wrapping around my tongue and licking it; like playing basketball, my oral battle was once again a complete defeat, I was completely manipulated by my mother.

My mother, whose desire was already burning, began to take the initiative, perhaps the ideas my father had instilled in her were taking effect!

She flattened her feet on the bed, reached out and groped for my penis. Grabbing it, she aimed it at her wet, juicy vulva, and thrust her hips upward. With a soft "plop," my large penis was completely swallowed. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, and her round, powerful buttocks began to thrust rapidly. My mother, who had been exhausted, miraculously regained her vigor.

Her vagina was wet, warm, soft, and slippery, automatically contracting and writhing with my penis. In less than a minute, I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate.

My mother seemed to have noticed. She arched her back and twisted her hips, desperately clenching my throbbing penis, hysterically moaning, "Just a little longer... just a little longer... ah!" But how could I, a novice in lovemaking, hold back?

With a spasm, my penis, deep inside her, ejaculated powerfully, wave after wave of hot semen causing my mother to tremble. My penis remained erect, and with the overflowing semen, I reluctantly slid it out of my mother's body.

My mother lay there quietly, eyes closed and brows furrowed, a look of unfulfilled desire and sorrow on her face. Overwhelmed with regret and shame, I suddenly understood that this was the greatest tragedy for a man.

A moment later, my mother rolled over onto her stomach, raising her soft, white buttocks and gently swaying them towards me. Her rosy vagina was still dripping with semen, and that lascivious allure made my penis even harder, throbbing slightly.

I eagerly mounted her, but my mother turned over and pushed me back down onto the bed.

She whispered shyly, "…Don't move…Let…Mom…be on top…"

She straddled me with her back to me, reaching out to find my penis. Aiming at her vulva, her soft, white buttocks lifted and pressed upwards, easily taking my penis in completely. Boiling lust made my mother wanton; she twisted and swayed, moaning and crying, rotating and thrusting, rubbing and squeezing. My penis felt like it was entering a washing machine made of tender flesh; the pleasure and stimulation were indescribable.

My mother's climax finally arrived. Her whole body trembled violently, and her buttocks rubbed incessantly. She cried out in a trembling voice, "Get up... hug me... quick... kiss my earlobe... rub my nipples... quick... harder... oh... ah... I can't... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

I hurriedly raised myself up and hugged my mother tightly from behind, and did as she asked, rubbing her nipples and kissing her earlobe.

As she whimpered and convulsed on top of me, panting heavily, I wrapped my arms around her breasts and vigorously rubbed her firm breasts and hard nipples. This further aroused my mother, and I thrust wildly into her.

Watching my large penis go in and out of my mother's vagina, the pleasure I felt during my orgasm gradually returned. The itchy, numb, and tingling sensation was unforgettable. I knew I was about to ejaculate again, but I increased my speed, thrusting in and out about fifty or sixty more times. I finally ejaculated again, shooting into my mother's clitoris. I continued thrusting for several dozen more times, lingering on the pleasure of ejaculation, before slowly withdrawing my still-hard penis from her vagina and lying exhausted on the bed.

We hugged each other and rested for a while. Then Mom called out, "Guoqiang, let's go take a shower. Look at all the sweat on you."

"You too, hehe, look at your little hole!" Because I had ejaculated a large amount of semen into Mom's little hole, it couldn't hold it all at once, and now it was flowing out mixed with her honey juice.

"You're so bad, you're bullying Mom, I'm not coming anymore!" Mom said like a spoiled little girl.

I picked up my mother and kissed her passionately. Looking at my naked mother in my arms, my penis instantly became erect again, pressing against my mother's plump buttocks as if making a silent protest. We went to the bathroom inside my mother's bedroom, put my mother in the bathtub, filled it with water, and I stepped into the tub as well, taking a bath with my mother.

I washed her soft, white breasts and her pink, alluring vulva. She rubbed shower gel on me, scrubbed my back, and washed my penis. My penis, caressed by her soft, smooth hands, immediately became as hard as an iron rod. She grasped it with both hands in surprise, revealing a large portion of it.

"Wow, it's so hot, so long, so thick, and it's still throbbing."

Her actions aroused my lust, and I suggested, "Mom, have you ever been fucked from behind by Dad?"

"Yes, your dad's anal sex expert. We do this position all the time, good son… if you want to try, Mom… can do the doggy style now… and let you fuck me, but… you have to be gentle!"

"Mom, you're so good…" I said happily.

My mother lathered my penis with soap, turned around, and, holding onto the bathtub railing, raised her beautiful buttocks high, revealing her full, hairy vulva. Her vagina was slightly open, and her vaginal fluid was already slowly flowing out, glistening in the soft light, very alluring.

"Come on... Guoqiang... be gentle..." my mother said in a charming, soft voice.

I walked behind her, lifted my penis, and gently rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina for a while before slowly probing deeper into her clitoris.

"Gently... come in slowly, oh... it feels so full, but so good..." Mom responded. After her full vagina swallowed my entire penis, I began to gently thrust in and out. Mom kept twisting her waist, coordinating with my thrusts, searching for the most pleasurable spot. She
was already moaning "Oh... oh... um... ooh" endlessly.

As she got into the swing of things, I increased the force, thrusting and pounding wildly, making Mom drenched in sweat.

"Oh...good...so good...good son...it feels so good."

I thrust my body forward forcefully to penetrate deeper, all the way in each time, then rotate my penis left and right against her clitoris, before quickly withdrawing to the edge of her labia, keeping the glans from leaving the vaginal opening, and then quickly inserting again, from slow to fast, making my mother moan loudly, with orgasms coming one after another.

(Luckily, the rooms in the house are almost completely enclosed, and they have soundproof glass.)

"It feels so different...harder...more force...good. Oh...it's so beautiful...good..."

After thrusting for a considerable period of time, intense orgasms surged one after another, overwhelming my mother, and she let out a bestial howl. I could no longer hold back. My penis made its final sprint, and finally, like a volcanic eruption, I ejaculated, releasing a torrent of milky white semen that shot directly into my mother's uterus once more.

I had my mother stand up facing the wall, leaning forward and holding onto the wall with her hands. Then I spread her legs and entered her from behind again. My mother involuntarily twisted her hips and waist to meet my onslaught, making it more comfortable for both of us. This time, I used a rapid thrusting motion, and my mother actually reached her second orgasm in this position.

I went completely limp… After several encounters, my mother and I were both exhausted. I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, lay down on the big bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We did it several more times in the middle of the night, and my mother climaxed several more times. Finally, we slept until 8 a.m. the next day. That night, my mother and I had sex four times, and I ejaculated four times, all inside her.

This was something I expected. Ever since I had a relationship with my mother, I guessed that she was sexually open and had a stronger sex drive than other women. Every few days, she would ask me to sleep in her bedroom. I would take my father's place on the double bed to relieve my mother's sexual hunger. A month later, after my earnest pleading and persuasion, I copied her bedroom key. I could freely enter her bedroom and make love with her, enjoying the wonderful pleasure of physical intimacy. My mother also taught me to play all sorts of marital sex games that my father and she liked to play!

Three months later, my father emailed me and I revealed my mother's secret... My mother is a naturally lustful woman who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. It's a family trait; mature women in my mother's family have a sex drive five times higher than other women and cannot go without a man's touch for a long time. My mother easily lost control. Whenever a man flirted with her, she couldn't resist and became aroused. In severe cases, her mind would become hazy, as if she'd taken an aphrodisiac. She would impatiently undress, get into bed, lie down, spread her legs wide, and wait for a man to please her, actively offering herself to him for sex.

During puberty, my mother started growing pubic hair and menstruating. Her primal desires, like those of a wild beast, erupted. Every so often, she would be "raped," and the frequency increased. One day, she was even raped in the morning and then again that evening by different men. There were also men who, after a period of time, would find another opportunity to rape her. Fortunately, these men left immediately after they were done, without taking my mother's money or transmitting any sexually transmitted diseases to her, and she wasn't pregnant. Of course, my mother didn't report it to the police or let anyone know she had been raped. Everyone still thought she was just a pretty high school girl, and naturally, a virgin before marriage. But in reality, my mother was extremely promiscuous, enjoying being raped by strangers. However, she didn't actively seduce others. Her innate promiscuity worried my grandfather, who strictly required her to take birth control pills regularly. Later, her father drugged and raped her, forcing her mother to be his sex slave for two years. She tricked him into stopping his medication, and since he never wore a condom during sex, her mother became pregnant and gave birth to me. Her grandfather and father used both soft and hard tactics to coax her into having a tubal ligation to prevent her from getting pregnant again.

Now that I'm an adult, it's necessary for my father to have me take his place. The email mentioned that the only way to protect my mother from disgracing the family was for her to 'take on the father's role'—to satisfy her needs and suppress her desire for other men. My father suggested that I use a position like a female dog on the ground to bring my mother to orgasm. While she was experiencing the wonderful sensation of orgasm, I should forcefully pinch her nipples or clitoris for about ten seconds to strongly stimulate her sexual desire and drain all her energy. This would suppress her desire for men for a few days. After understanding my mother's special mental condition, the guilt and remorse for the incestuous relationship between mother and son finally disappeared. I love my family, so I must have sex with my mother.

My father was thirty-six years old when he met my mother; at the time, he was a basketball coach at my mother's school. My mother, who is 180 cm tall, is the star player of the school's girls' basketball team. She is innocent, lively, beautiful, and generous. My father, seeing her potential, took advantage of his position as coach to drug her with a soda, raping her when she was only 17. He then posed her naked in several lewd positions, taking over a dozen nude photos of each. He used these photos to blackmail her into becoming his girlfriend. They lived a wild life together (my father boasted that he had sex with my mother at least three times a day). This physical relationship continued for two years until one day, my mother carelessly forgot to take her medication, and my father got her pregnant. Originally, my maternal grandfather insisted on suing my father. After some twists and turns, my mother finally married my father, who was 19 years older than her and 10 centimeters shorter. I was born the following year.

When I was two years old, my mother, encouraged by my father, took up her sports uniform again and continued playing. Because of her agility and exceptional skills, she was selected for the national team. My mother played until she was twenty-eight, when she was transferred to a state-owned enterprise, while my father, through connections, transferred to a top-tier team to continue coaching.

I always admired my mother. When I was little, I would always watch sports games intently on TV and cheer for her. After her transfer, my mother dressed smartly every day to take me to school, and my classmates envied me for having such a tall and beautiful mother.

After starting middle school, I gradually learned about relationships between men and women, and my admiration for my mother only grew stronger. My mother had full, well-proportioned muscles and a curvaceous figure. Most remarkably, she had fair skin and a beautiful face, looking sexy and stunning, a true beauty, like an Eastern Venus.

Inevitably, I began to develop an interest in my mother's body and unintentionally witnessed my parents making love. I discovered that my mother had a very strong sex drive, and my father seemed no match for her.

I had heard my mother complain to my father more than once: "Why so fast? I'm not done yet! Ugh! Come on, let's do it again! I'm so uncomfortable!"

That summer when I was 15, something unimaginable happened. Here's what happened:

One night I got up to use the bathroom, and my dad was in there too. I don't know why he wasn't using the toilet in the inner room of his bedroom—the bathroom. I was going to wait until he finished, but he said, "What's there to be afraid of? Let's compare our penises together!"

He carefully examined my genitals and exclaimed, "Like father, like son! I never imagined your penis had grown so big!"

I felt a little embarrassed. But Dad, being a bit of a gossip, didn't care at all. He laughed and said, "Never been with a woman before, have you? Want to see for yourself?"

I said shyly, "Dad! Why are you like this..."

Dad slapped me and said, "Don't be so pathetic! Come on! Let me see carefully..."

He left the bedroom door slightly ajar and made me peek through the door. Then he turned on the bedside lamp, climbed onto the bed, and started groping my sleeping mother.

Mom gradually reacted, and she mumbled in a daze, "What are you doing!"

Dad tore off Mom's nightgown and mini lace panties, launching a full-scale attack; he licked Mom's vulva fiercely, grabbed Mom's full breasts with his hands, and gently rubbed them. Mom's fair and tender buttocks began to sway, and her slender legs were suddenly raised onto Dad's shoulders.

Wanting to show off in front of me, Dad went all out and started going at it. Mom, under Dad's fierce onslaught, cried out in a wanton voice: "You devil! How come you're so good today?...
Hmm... Oh... Good... Good... That's it... Faster... Faster and harder... Hmm... So comfortable... Oh..."

Mom's snow-white and voluptuous body, and her seductive moans, fueled my lust. Unable to resist any longer, I didn't care if Mom found out and quietly climbed to their bedside.

At this moment, Mom seemed to have reached a critical juncture. She lowered her high-raised legs, bracing her feet on the bed, and thrust upwards with all her might. The force was so great that it lifted Dad, who was lying on top of her, off the bed. As she thrust
her hips , she cried out passionately, "Faster... harder! Don't stop... mmm! A little
deeper... oh... harder... ah..."

Her snow-white breasts swayed up and down, and her dark pubic hair was soaked and tangled with her juices. Dad's penis thrust in and out rapidly, causing her two bright red labia to turn inside out. The intense movements of the two created a gust of wind, and I smelled the special scent emitted during the act of intercourse.

Watching my parents' lovemaking so close up made me incredibly excited. I tiptoed back into the bathroom, grabbed my penis, and started masturbating vigorously.

Not long after I came out of the bathroom, they finished too. My mother probably thought I was already asleep, so she and my father went into the bathroom naked to wash up. I heard my mother muttering complaints: "You rascal, what are you doing? Waking me up in the middle of the night, and you only did it once..."

It sounded like my mother was aroused and wanted my father to try again, but my father was too weak and failed.

It's understandable, really. My 52-year-old father is getting on in years, and it's quite difficult for him to satisfy my 33-year-old mother, who's in her prime. After my mother finished washing up, she went back to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. My father then strolled into my room.

"How was it? Enjoyed it? Why did you leave halfway through?"

"I needed to pee, so I went to pee..."

"Hehe... You couldn't hold it in, so you went to masturbate, didn't you?"

My father teased me for a while, then started boasting about his romantic history. He said that before he met my mother, he had been with at least a hundred women, and every single one of them was completely submissive to him. He could easily have sex seven or eight times a night.

Seeing that his boasting was rather outrageous, I asked with some skepticism, "I just heard Mom grumbling and complaining, it didn't seem like Dad was that powerful, did it?"

Dad paused for a moment, then said without changing his expression, "Ha! So you heard that... Actually, it wouldn't be difficult to deal with your mom, it's just that Dad played too hard when he was young, so now he's not as strong as he used to be... Hehe! If it were a few years ago... I guarantee your mom would beg for mercy..."

He boasted for a while longer, then suddenly his face became serious.

"Guoqiang! You're not a kid anymore. We're talking like men now, so you need to listen carefully. Dad's going to Singapore in a few days, and he won't be gone for a year or two. Your mother is young, beautiful, and doesn't have a sharp mind. At her age, her sex life is at its peak... Dad won't be home... You need to keep a close eye on your mother... If it's really necessary... you might as well..." "In place of your father... be filial to your mother..."

Seeing my stunned expression, he waved his hand and said, "Don't rush! Listen to me. Although your mother is usually well-behaved, she's prone to problems if she's kept quiet for too long. There are several guys outside who are after your mother... Think about it, rather than letting outsiders benefit, it's better for you to be filial to her... Don't worry, after you were born, she..." "It's convenient for playing ball, and she's already had her tubes tied, so she won't get pregnant..."

I looked at my father in disbelief and said, "Dad! She's my mother! It's incest between mother and son!"

Who knew that my father would come up with another twisted argument: "So what if she's your mother? Can't your mother have physical needs? At your age, you're at the age where you're thinking about women. Tell me honestly, your mother is so sexy and beautiful, don't you want to sleep with her?" "Alright! Stop pretending! ……… Think carefully……… This way you can be filial to your mother, prevent your father from being cuckolded, avoid pregnancy, and prevent STDs! Your mother is in her prime and has strong needs, so you can relieve her pent-up desires in place of your father…"

Dad really was going to Singapore. The night before he left, he arranged for me to hide outside the bedroom and spy on him and Mom making love.

The two men, naked, huddled together whispering. The mother said resentfully, "You're gone for two years! Am I going to live like a widow? I don't care! You're settling all your accounts today!"

The father, while groping the mother's buttocks, chuckled wickedly, "Guoqiang's here while I'm gone!"

The mother spat, "What nonsense are you spouting! Disgusting!"

The father grinned mischievously, "I saw Guoqiang's genitals were already pubic hair the other day… his penis is thick and big, hehe… if he were to come and serve you, that would be so exciting!"

The mother seemed a little angry; she snapped, "Why are you always so indecent? Making fun of your son?"

Dad's two fingers slid down Mom's fair buttocks and into her vagina. Mom let out a soft moan, and then Dad started spouting nonsense again.

"Don't you love Guoqiang? Incest between mother and son has existed throughout history and across cultures. The reason it's forbidden is mainly for eugenics. You've already had your tubes tied, so you won't get pregnant. What are you afraid of? You have such a strong sex drive, you want it every day. If you don't let Guoqiang be dutiful to you, do you want to die of suffocation, or do you want me to be cuckolded? Haven't you noticed? Guoqiang has been secretly looking at your thighs, buttocks, breasts lately... hehe... he's probably having impure thoughts about you now..."

As he spoke, he fondled his mother's vulva. His mother's breathing gradually quickened, and her body twisted and turned, seemingly aroused by her father's twisted logic.

"Think about it, he's young and strong, and you raised him since he was little... Wow... a young, thick, hard cock... What do you want him for? He'll just listen to you obediently! He'd love to... insert it into your cunt... How wonderful that would be!" Hehe... After a while,

Dad continued, "Now close your eyes and imagine: pretend I'm not home, you really want it, you're masturbating, but Guoqiang finds out, he can't help but push you down... and he's on top of you, about to fuck you..."

At this moment, Mom's face showed an indescribable lustful desire. She spread her legs wide, eagerly reaching out to touch Dad's penis, clearly already burning with lust and unable to restrain herself.

At this moment, Dad asked in a low voice, "Mom! How is it? You want it, don't you?"

Upon hearing the word "Mom," Mom's body suddenly trembled, and she gave a seductive "hmm," then thrust her hips upwards, swallowing Dad's penis inside her.

I was truly impressed by Dad now; he had subtly instilled incestuous thoughts in Mom, clearly paving the way for my future! I originally had no impure thoughts towards Mom, but under Dad's repeated instigation, I was starting to feel a surge of desire. It was summer,

and

the weather was hot. My mother and I dressed very casually at home. I often went shirtless, wearing only shorts, while my mother wore shorts and a tank top, or just a thin bathrobe, revealing her full figure.

At this time, I was already 183 cm tall but weighed only 63 kg. I was tall and thin, a typical teenager's physique, but my penis was large at the head and thick at the body, quite mature, and about 17-18 cm long when erect.

That evening, after having dinner at a nearby restaurant, my mother and I rushed home to watch the Asian Women's Basketball Championship on TV. My mother, who had just showered, was wearing a thin, strapless nightgown. Her high, prominent breasts, without a bra, pushed against the fabric. She sat with her legs propped up on the coffee table, intently watching the game.

Ever since my father instilled distorted parenting methods in me, wicked thoughts had begun to stir within me. Seeing my mother so lightly dressed and completely unguarded, I couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance.

My mother, a former athlete, was 33 years old, but she had a slender, well-proportioned figure, completely free of any excess fat.

Since my mother switched jobs to a state-owned enterprise, she, like many working women, began to focus on beauty and skincare, which added a touch of feminine gentleness to her already strong curves.

Her long, shapely legs, propped up on the coffee table, were full, rounded, smooth, and delicate; her feet, worn from years of playing on the sports field, were large but well-proportioned, beautiful and pleasing.

In order to peek at what lay beneath her robe, I deliberately sat on the floor to her left, so that with a slight turn of my head, I could see her entire fair thigh and the small yellow lace panties between her legs.

"Why are you sitting on the floor? Why aren't you sitting on the sofa?"

"It's so hot on the sofa! The floor is cooler!"

The Chinese team won the game by a large margin. Mom, still wanting more after watching the broadcast, grabbed a basketball and wanted me to play with her in the living room.

Because the living room was small, and to avoid disturbing the neighbors, Mom made a rule: no dribbling, only dodging with the ball.

With the basketball in her hands, Mom became incredibly energetic, swaying left and right, making it impossible for me to even touch the ball. Then, with a feint, she dodged past me, and in my haste, I lunged forward with both hands, only to grab her large, braless breasts under her robe.

How strange! It was so smooth, soft, plump, and round—the feel was absolutely amazing! Mom probably had this experience a lot when she practiced basketball, and she laughed nonchalantly, "You're using Mom's as a basketball? Come on! It's your turn to get the ball, and Mom will try to steal it!"

After ten minutes of playing, Mom was the clear winner, overjoyed, her breasts bouncing up and down, while I was having a blast, burning with desire.

It turned out Mom was very agile; I kept misjudging and missing the ball. I would either grab her full breasts, touch her perfectly firm buttocks, or bump into her.

This series of physical touches gave me pleasure and a physiological response; my lower body immediately became hard, pushing my shorts up to the ceiling.

Afraid of embarrassing my mom, I turned around and bent over, saying, "Mom! I don't want to play anymore!"

My mom was having so much fun, and when she heard me say I didn't want to play anymore, she couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this a lot of fun? Why don't you want to play?" "

Mom! You're a national basketball player, how can I beat you? How about we play wrestling? Mom definitely can't beat me!"

"Hmph! You're so pathetic, you can't just give up if you can't beat me? Look at your physique, even if we wrestled, Mom might not lose to you!"

My mom was provoked and actually wanted to play wrestling with me. I said the living room floor was hard, and I might get hurt if I fell. If we really wanted to play, we should play by the bed, so even if I fell, I could fall onto the bed and not get hurt.

Seeing that I had a point, Mom, without saying a word, dragged me to the double bed in her bedroom to play wrestling.

She was very competitive and tried desperately to throw me down. To save face, I naturally refused to lose again. Mother and son pulled and tugged at each other, hugging and embracing, until one of us stumbled and fell onto the bed.

Mom insisted I surrender, pressing down on me and refusing to get up. Of course, I refused and struggled fiercely. In the chaos, I clung tightly to Mom, and she desperately held me down, preventing me from getting up.

Suddenly, a subtle atmosphere rose between us; beneath Mom's soft, smooth body, I became aroused once more. My hard, thick penis pressed tightly against my mother's soft abdomen, and her large, full breasts pressed firmly against my chest; all movement paused temporarily, and only our heavy breathing could be heard.

After a while, my mother asked softly, "Do you want to surrender?"

I said no, and my mother said, "If you don't surrender, I won't let you get up."

I felt incredibly good at that moment and didn't want to get up at all; I just instinctively rubbed my penis against my mother's soft abdomen.

My mother sensed something was wrong and told me to let go and help her up, but I turned the tables and demanded she surrender. My competitive mother, of course, refused, so we remained locked in a stalemate, embracing each other.

Suddenly, my father's words rang in my ears: "Your mother is so sexy and beautiful, don't you want to sleep with her? ...If it's really necessary...you might as well take your father's place...and be filial to your mother...Don't worry, your mother has already had a tubal ligation and won't get pregnant..."

As if bewitched, I began to caress my mother's full, round, soft, and white buttocks.

Mom got impatient and yelled, "What are you doing? Let go!"

I said, "I won't let go until Mom surrenders!"

This made her even angrier, and she snapped, "Don't even dream about it!"

She immediately began to struggle violently. Her struggle only fueled my lust, and I intensified my attack, reaching under her robe to caress her smooth thighs and occasionally groping her full vulva. *

Slap! Slap!* Two stinging slaps left me dizzy and disoriented. I loosened my grip in pain, and my mother seized the opportunity to get up.

I panicked and rushed forward to pull her back onto the bed.

What followed was a life-or-death struggle! My mother's strength was beyond imagination. I was bruised and battered, and kicked off the bed several times, but I was also blinded by rage and refused to back down. Finally, we were both exhausted.

My mother was completely naked, lying on the bed panting heavily. Her nightgown and mini thong were torn and ripped off. I, on the other hand, sat naked on the floor, covered in scratches from fingernails. The ferocity of the battle was evident.

My mother had punched and kicked me, scratching me mercilessly, leaving me covered in wounds and a pitiful sight. But my attacks on my mother were limited to gentle pushes, pulls, and tugs, leaving her fair and tender skin unharmed.

After resting for a while, I stood up. My mother was still lying on the bed, panting. Her full breasts heaved, and her fair skin was glistening with sweat. The sight of her aroused me once again.

Seeing me walk towards her with my erect penis, she hurriedly kicked out, but she was already at her limit, and I easily caught her right leg as it kicked.

Wow! My 180cm tall mom, those legs are really heavy! Heavy, solid, soft, and smooth, ha! It feels so good to hold them in my arms! In the blink of an eye, seeing her right leg caught, my mom kicked out with her left leg. Seeing the overwhelming force, I knew I couldn't catch it, so I quickly crouched down.

By sheer coincidence, I ended up lying right between my mom's legs, her tender, hairy vulva, mature and full, slightly open, right in front of me. Her pubic hair wasn't excessive, but it was evenly distributed and compact.

I smelled her secretions and, without hesitation, immediately opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking the pink cleft of her vulva.

My mother suddenly shuddered, let out a soft moan, and stretched out her leg to kick me. But I was off the bed, my head buried between her legs, so her long legs were useless.

There was a faint, slightly pungent smell from between my mother's legs; the salty, astringent taste excited me. The more I licked, the more energetic I became, and my mother's resistance gradually diminished. This was partly because she was exhausted, and partly because she felt good.

My mother's lower body was gushing with vaginal fluid, her whole body trembling, her vaginal opening opening and closing, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying the ultimate pleasure. Her thighs were also pressed together, clamping my head, and she moaned intermittently, "No...you...stop it...ouch...um...um..."

Suddenly, her hands reached out and grabbed my ears. I was startled, afraid that she would pull hard and tear my ears off; but she only exerted force slowly, gradually pulling me towards her.

After a while, I was completely pulled onto my mother, her eyes watery, her cheeks flushed, and the hands pulling on my ears slowly increased their strength.

She said, her voice brimming with lust, "If you don't surrender... Mommy... will... eat you up..."

I was face to face with her, almost cheek to cheek. I thought to myself: I'll shut you up first, let's see how you eat me then? Ignoring the pain in my ears, I lowered my head and kissed her, silencing her.

She struggled to turn her head, making soft sobs, and released my ears, trying to push me away; but I held her head tightly with my arms, blocking her hands, preventing her from exerting any force.

Having never kissed before, all I knew was to open my mouth and seal my mother's lips; I had absolutely no idea how to derive pleasure from it.

Suddenly, a soft, fragrant tongue slipped into my mouth and began to swirl around. The sensation was wonderful and warm, and I couldn't help but greedily suck on it.

My mother's soft, fragrant tongue was nimble and cunning, sometimes circling between my teeth, sometimes wrapping around my tongue and licking it; like playing basketball, my oral battle was once again a complete defeat, I was completely manipulated by my mother.

My mother, whose desire was already burning, began to take the initiative, perhaps the ideas my father had instilled in her were taking effect!

She flattened her feet on the bed, reached out and groped for my penis. Grabbing it, she aimed it at her wet, juicy vulva, and thrust her hips upward. With a soft "plop," my large penis was completely swallowed. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, and her round, powerful buttocks began to thrust rapidly. My mother, who had been exhausted, miraculously regained her vigor.

Her vagina was wet, warm, soft, and slippery, automatically contracting and writhing with my penis. In less than a minute, I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate.

My mother seemed to have noticed. She arched her back and twisted her hips, desperately clenching my throbbing penis, hysterically moaning, "Just a little longer... just a little longer... ah!" But how could I, a novice in lovemaking, hold back?

With a spasm, my penis, deep inside her, ejaculated powerfully, wave after wave of hot semen causing my mother to tremble. My penis remained erect, and with the overflowing semen, I reluctantly slid it out of my mother's body.

My mother lay there quietly, eyes closed and brows furrowed, a look of unfulfilled desire and sorrow on her face. Overwhelmed with regret and shame, I suddenly understood that this was the greatest tragedy for a man.

A moment later, my mother rolled over onto her stomach, raising her soft, white buttocks and gently swaying them towards me. Her rosy vagina was still dripping with semen, and that lascivious allure made my penis even harder, throbbing slightly.

I eagerly mounted her, but my mother turned over and pushed me back down onto the bed.

She whispered shyly, "…Don't move…Let…Mom…be on top…"

She straddled me with her back to me, reaching out to find my penis. Aiming at her vulva, her soft, white buttocks lifted and pressed upwards, easily taking my penis in completely. Boiling lust made my mother wanton; she twisted and swayed, moaning and crying, rotating and thrusting, rubbing and squeezing. My penis felt like it was entering a washing machine made of tender flesh; the pleasure and stimulation were indescribable.

My mother's climax finally arrived. Her whole body trembled violently, and her buttocks rubbed incessantly. She cried out in a trembling voice, "Get up... hug me... quick... kiss my earlobe... rub my nipples... quick... harder... oh... ah... I can't... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

I hurriedly raised myself up and hugged my mother tightly from behind, and did as she asked, rubbing her nipples and kissing her earlobe.

As she whimpered and convulsed on top of me, panting heavily, I wrapped my arms around her breasts and vigorously rubbed her firm breasts and hard nipples. This further aroused my mother, and I thrust wildly into her.

Watching my large penis go in and out of my mother's vagina, the pleasure I felt during my orgasm gradually returned. The itchy, numb, and tingling sensation was unforgettable. I knew I was about to ejaculate again, but I increased my speed, thrusting in and out about fifty or sixty more times. I finally ejaculated again, shooting into my mother's clitoris. I continued thrusting for several dozen more times, lingering on the pleasure of ejaculation, before slowly withdrawing my still-hard penis from her vagina and lying exhausted on the bed.

We hugged each other and rested for a while. Then Mom called out, "Guoqiang, let's go take a shower. Look at all the sweat on you."

"You too, hehe, look at your little hole!" Because I had ejaculated a large amount of semen into Mom's little hole, it couldn't hold it all at once, and now it was flowing out mixed with her honey juice.

"You're so bad, you're bullying Mom, I'm not coming anymore!" Mom said like a spoiled little girl.

I picked up my mother and kissed her passionately. Looking at my naked mother in my arms, my penis instantly became erect again, pressing against my mother's plump buttocks as if making a silent protest. We went to the bathroom inside my mother's bedroom, put my mother in the bathtub, filled it with water, and I stepped into the tub as well, taking a bath with my mother.

I washed her soft, white breasts and her pink, alluring vulva. She rubbed shower gel on me, scrubbed my back, and washed my penis. My penis, caressed by her soft, smooth hands, immediately became as hard as an iron rod. She grasped it with both hands in surprise, revealing a large portion of it.

"Wow, it's so hot, so long, so thick, and it's still throbbing."

Her actions aroused my lust, and I suggested, "Mom, have you ever been fucked from behind by Dad?"

"Yes, your dad's anal sex expert. We do this position all the time, good son… if you want to try, Mom… can do the doggy style now… and let you fuck me, but… you have to be gentle!"

"Mom, you're so good…" I said happily.

My mother lathered my penis with soap, turned around, and, holding onto the bathtub railing, raised her beautiful buttocks high, revealing her full, hairy vulva. Her vagina was slightly open, and her vaginal fluid was already slowly flowing out, glistening in the soft light, very alluring.

"Come on... Guoqiang... be gentle..." my mother said in a charming, soft voice.

I walked behind her, lifted my penis, and gently rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina for a while before slowly probing deeper into her clitoris.

"Gently... come in slowly, oh... it feels so full, but so good..." Mom responded. After her full vagina swallowed my entire penis, I began to gently thrust in and out. Mom kept twisting her waist, coordinating with my thrusts, searching for the most pleasurable spot. She
was already moaning "Oh... oh... um... ooh" endlessly.

As she got into the swing of things, I increased the force, thrusting and pounding wildly, making Mom drenched in sweat.

"Oh...good...so good...good son...it feels so good."

I thrust my body forward forcefully to penetrate deeper, all the way in each time, then rotate my penis left and right against her clitoris, before quickly withdrawing to the edge of her labia, keeping the glans from leaving the vaginal opening, and then quickly inserting again, from slow to fast, making my mother moan loudly, with orgasms coming one after another.

(Luckily, the rooms in the house are almost completely enclosed, and they have soundproof glass.)

"It feels so different...harder...more force...good. Oh...it's so beautiful...good..."

After thrusting for a considerable period of time, intense orgasms surged one after another, overwhelming my mother, and she let out a bestial howl. I could no longer hold back. My penis made its final sprint, and finally, like a volcanic eruption, I ejaculated, releasing a torrent of milky white semen that shot directly into my mother's uterus once more.

I had my mother stand up facing the wall, leaning forward and holding onto the wall with her hands. Then I spread her legs and entered her from behind again. My mother involuntarily twisted her hips and waist to meet my onslaught, making it more comfortable for both of us. This time, I used a rapid thrusting motion, and my mother actually reached her second orgasm in this position.

I went completely limp… After several encounters, my mother and I were both exhausted. I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, lay down on the big bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. We did it several more times in the middle of the night, and my mother climaxed several more times. Finally, we slept until 8 a.m. the next day. That night, my mother and I had sex four times, and I ejaculated four times, all inside her.

This was something I expected. Ever since I had a relationship with my mother, I guessed that she was sexually open and had a stronger sex drive than other women. Every few days, she would ask me to sleep in her bedroom. I would take my father's place on the double bed to relieve my mother's sexual hunger. A month later, after my earnest pleading and persuasion, I copied her bedroom key. I could freely enter her bedroom and make love with her, enjoying the wonderful pleasure of physical intimacy. My mother also taught me to play all sorts of marital sex games that my father and she liked to play!

Three months later, my father emailed me and I revealed my mother's secret... My mother is a naturally lustful woman who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. It's a family trait; mature women in my mother's family have a sex drive five times higher than other women and cannot go without a man's touch for a long time. My mother easily lost control. Whenever a man flirted with her, she couldn't resist and became aroused. In severe cases, her mind would become hazy, as if she'd taken an aphrodisiac. She would impatiently undress, get into bed, lie down, spread her legs wide, and wait for a man to please her, actively offering herself to him for sex.

During puberty, my mother started growing pubic hair and menstruating. Her primal desires, like those of a wild beast, erupted. Every so often, she would be "raped," and the frequency increased. One day, she was even raped in the morning and then again that evening by different men. There were also men who, after a period of time, would find another opportunity to rape her. Fortunately, these men left immediately after they were done, without taking my mother's money or transmitting any sexually transmitted diseases to her, and she wasn't pregnant. Of course, my mother didn't report it to the police or let anyone know she had been raped. Everyone still thought she was just a pretty high school girl, and naturally, a virgin before marriage. But in reality, my mother was extremely promiscuous, enjoying being raped by strangers. However, she didn't actively seduce others. Her innate promiscuity worried my grandfather, who strictly required her to take birth control pills regularly. Later, her father drugged and raped her, forcing her mother to be his sex slave for two years. She tricked him into stopping his medication, and since he never wore a condom during sex, her mother became pregnant and gave birth to me. Her grandfather and father used both soft and hard tactics to coax her into having a tubal ligation to prevent her from getting pregnant again.

Now that I'm an adult, it's necessary for my father to have me take his place. The email mentioned that the only way to protect my mother from disgracing the family was for her to 'take on the father's role'—to satisfy her needs and suppress her desire for other men. My father suggested that I use a position like a female dog on the ground to bring my mother to orgasm. While she was experiencing the wonderful sensation of orgasm, I should pinch her nipples or clitoris hard for about ten seconds to strongly stimulate her sexual desire and drain all her energy. This would suppress her desire for men for a few days. After understanding my mother's special mental condition, the guilt and remorse for the incestuous relationship between mother and son finally disappeared. I love my family, so I must have sex with my mother.

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