[Married Woman's Incest] Taipei and My Mother's Days

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As I was watching my newly downloaded HD version of Ip Man: The Prequel, my phone vibrated a few times on the table before falling into the trash can under the table. I cursed under my breath and quickly picked it up to see who was disturbing my rest. A woman's voice came from the other end of the line, asking, "Have you eaten yet? What are you doing now?" Yes, if it were before, I would have immediately replied, "Honey, what are you doing?" Unfortunately, that bitch ran off with some guy driving a new Mazda 3. At least I have two nice cars.

One is an old Audi, and the other is my school bike… Damn it, a man's ambition lies in the world. At least riding a bike saves energy and carbon emissions, which is my small contribution to the planet. The person on the other end of the phone was my mom. I originally lived in Yilan, a place known as "beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and incredibly boring." What a load of rubbish! If it's so boring, why the hell

do all these tourists come here? The Hsuehshan Tunnel is jammed, fine, but can't they take their trash with them? My mom runs a noodle shop and even hired a foreign worker to help. It's not exactly delicious, but it's always packed with customers, and they never take their trash. Before I went to Taipei for school, every weekend, a bunch of brainless out-of-towners would bring in drinks, and that was fine, but they wouldn't take them away. There were four big red characters outside saying "No Outside Food Allowed." I really wanted to ask, "Are you fucking unable to read Chinese? Or are you fucking colorblind?" Damn it, I could only curse in my heart. In business, harmony brings wealth, so I just kept collecting drink cans, cursing in my mind again and again, "Fuck you!" I looked at the handmade noodle shop next door, and next door to next door. I really wanted to deliver all the collected beverage cans to his house for free, and say, "I advocate recycling and reuse. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility, so I'll peel off the film, rinse, and dry all your beverage cups, and even flatten them with my foot for free to save space. I was originally going to ask you to come to my house to collect them, but I'll go all the way and do what I can. The cost is originally five dollars per cup, but considering we all do our part for nature, I'll give you a discount today: three dollars per cup, cash only, no drinks exchange. There are three big bags here today, take them in and count them yourself. There might be another bag later, then I'll come back to collect the money. That's it, bye." While

listening to the phone, I asked my mother what was wrong. She said that the foreign worker's contract had been signed, so she wanted to temporarily close the shop for a few days. She also wanted to come to Taipei for a visit, and asked if I, as her son, could let her squeeze in. Looking at my not-so-big apartment, I felt reluctant, but I hadn't seen my mother for half a year, so I agreed. That day, my mother took the train north, and I personally met her at Taipei Main Station. Then, damn it, it started pouring rain, making us wait at the station for a while. Once the rain subsided, I hurriedly hopped on my old Dijue motorcycle, packed my mother's luggage in a plastic bag, and headed straight for our Taipei apartment.

As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours." Just one alley away, suddenly the sky opened up, and a torrent of rain poured down, soaking my mother and me completely. We rushed upstairs. I stood at the door for a moment, telling my mother which way was the restroom so she could go in and take a hot shower. I, however, was dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, so I stood on the stairs letting the water drip, gazing out the window, trying to look like a melancholic gentleman.

The tenant in the room opposite mine, like me, was a college student who sometimes brought his girlfriend back to his room for the night. His girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder during sex, and I, damn it, would get hard watching Ip Man. As I watched, I even started imagining myself as the young Ip Man, wildly thrusting into some high-ranking official's daughter, wearing a fitted cheongsam, her buttocks swaying, accompanied by the moans from across the hall. So I simply stopped watching Ip Man and started watching porn.

I'm actually quite mischievous; I like playing pranks, and I'm always talking nonsense, unlike the high-class, civilized people of Taipei. One time, the guys in the opposite room started having sex again, so loudly that the apartment at the end of our corridor could hear it. So I gathered my friends from the rooms to my left and right. I was wearing a suit jacket and carrying a megaphone—the kind used for club recruitment. Since we didn't have one, I was prepared to shout until I was hoarse. I told a few of my friends to stand behind me. I figured the moans were almost over, and they were about to finish their final act.

Amidst a series of loud "Ahhh... Ahhh..." screams, I saw some people peeking out of the hallway. Suddenly, I banged on the door and, grabbing a megaphone, shouted, "Those thugs inside, stop struggling! Come out and surrender immediately! If you refuse, we'll break down the door. Don't blame us for using force then. Countdown, five, four, three..." The door opened a crack, and my friend, blushing, said, "Damn it, stop messing around!" I pointed the megaphone at his face and said, "I'll scream your mother's mother! The noise level in this room is over the standard decibel level. You should be grateful I'm telling you this out of kindness. When the police come knocking, they'll think you've raped a respectable woman and just put you naked in their car. That won't look good."

"Damn... I know, you all better leave quickly, the other guests will hear." He slammed the door shut, and a burst of laughter erupted in the hallway. Everyone went back to their rooms amidst the laughter. Fifteen minutes later, a woman's voice yelled, "So embarrassing! I'm never coming back!" followed by a door slamming shut. It's been quite a while since I've heard anything like that. Actually, you can't blame my friend; these student apartments are notoriously bad at soundproofing.

Just then, my mother opened the door and called out, "You're done showering? Come on in." I rushed in, not bothering to hide anything in front of her, stripping naked and throwing all my clothes in the laundry basket. I grabbed a shirt and underwear and went to shower, completely unaware of my mother's gaze. After showering, I came out shirtless and saw my mother sitting at my computer desk. She was wearing one of my black shirts, which looked even bigger because she's short, and shorts that revealed her creamy white thighs and her toenails.

Seeing this stirred up some wicked thoughts in me. I thought of my slut, I don't even know how many times I've slept with her. We've been broken up for a month now, and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a woman. Now that my mother is in my room, my penis suddenly started to get half-erect. I quickly sat on the bed, put on my shirt, and covered my penis with the hem of my shirt so it wouldn't be so obvious. Then I started chatting with my mother. I said, "Mom, I'll sleep on the floor tonight, you can sleep on the bed. Also, don't randomly click on my hard drive looking for porn. Your son is in computer science. If you find it, I'll jump off the building and stab myself fourteen times in the underworld. I hate myself for having worked so hard on my skills for so many years, and it was all opened by my mother randomly clicking on it. I'm so ashamed to face my professors." My mother covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Your mouth is still the same as before, always talking nonsense. Tell me honestly, which girl did you bully this time?"

Let me first describe the layout of my room. To the left of the entrance is the bed. It's not big, but even though we're poor, it has a quilt, mattress, and pillow. Directly in front of the bed is my desk, where I diligently study—and also my computer for researching and seeking knowledge. To the right of the desk is a small TV, a bookshelf, a clothes rack, and a bunch of odds and ends. Further to the right of the desk is the toilet/bathroom.

My mother then turned to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and put her lower leg against the edge. I glanced at her crotch area under her shorts, grimaced, and swallowed hard. Afterwards, I took my mother to a night market to experience the swarms of Taipei's night markets, and we had a late-night snack. When we got back, my mother watched the small TV next to her desk, while I browsed articles, afraid to download any videos online, lest my mother see my webpage with an AV actress's cover image—that would be terrible! It was quite late, and my mother was already exhausted from her menstrual cycle. After getting into bed, she said, "Don't stay up so late. Come up and squeeze in with me tonight."

I thought it was fine; the floor was cold, and we were mother and son anyway, so sleeping together wouldn't hurt. My mother and I were shoulder to shoulder, and I asked if she wanted to turn off the light. My mother said "Yes," and then the whole room was dark except for a little light coming through the crack in the door. I could smell my mother's hair, her body scent, and the alluring fragrance of a mature woman in the air. I turned to my right and realized that my mother was actually facing away from me. I couldn't sleep all night.

My penis was hard, my body was hot, and I decided to wait until later, until my mother was asleep, before sneaking to the bathroom to masturbate. My mother was breathing evenly, and her scent was alluring. Although I had incestuous thoughts, my mother was from a rural family and rarely talked about sex, probably because of the simple and honest customs of her generation. So I suppressed my lust and kept chanting in my mind, "Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Blessed Mary, you are full of grace! The Lord is with you, Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha, may this be so, cut off the demon in my heart, Amen..." After I realized that I had almost finished chanting all the gods I knew, my Soviet-made AK-47 penis was still standing there.

I decided to sneak up, go to the bathroom to get a mouthwash cup, fill it with cold water, and extinguish the lustful fire burning within me, my mother. I immediately thought, "Damn, I didn't expect the water to be so cold!" After repeating this two or three times, along with reciting the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," it finally subsided. By this time, tormented by my erection, I was utterly exhausted. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a saying came to mind: "There are three things in the world that are truly unbearable for people: the first is 'not being able to urinate when you need to,' the second is 'not being able to sleep when you want to,' and the third is 'not being able to ejaculate when your penis is hard.' Ah… although I only saw it online, it's damn accurate."

When I woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. My mother got up, washed up, grabbed a key, went out for a stroll, and bought some things. As I ate the fried dough sticks and scallion pancakes my mother had bought, I immediately recognized the brand. I asked her, "Is this soy milk from Yonghe Soy Milk across from the park?" My mother laughed and said, "You know that too? Looks like you know the neighborhood well. It's about time you took me for a stroll around Taipei." I took a bite of the fried dough stick and said, "Of course I know. Which Yonghe Soy Milk in the world can fry such a simple fried dough stick so badly? It's almost burnt. There's no one like it before or since. Amazing!"

In the afternoon, I took my mother to some trendy places as promised. You know, what woman doesn't love clothes and shopping? So we went to places like Taipei 101, SOGO, and E-Die department stores. Why did I choose these places? First, to enjoy the air conditioning, and second, because it wasn't a holiday, it was less crowded. Then in the evening, we strolled along Tamsui Old Street. My mother was wearing a black dress that fit her well, highlighting her shapely figure.

I've been studying in Taipei for six months now, and I haven't seen my mother's face in six months. I didn't expect her to dress so well. I wonder who influenced her. Could it be that she's having an affair? Damn it, if that's the case, I'll go back right now and cut that adulterer's tendons, and tell him, "He who commits adultery will have his wife committed adultery with him." I'll make sure he sleeps with his wife's mother right in front of him, and that bastard dares to sleep with my mother without even finding out who her son is!

After mentally tearing that adulterer to pieces, I coaxed my mother into revealing her identity by saying, "Mom, is this a new dress?" "No, I bought it with the neighbor. Does it look good?" I stopped and stared at my mother, saying, "Hmm... the clothes are alright... but," my mother said, "What? The clothes really don't look good?" I looked my mother up and down and said, "The clothes are bad, really bad... they're all black..." My mother's face fell, and she said disappointedly, "But... it was Ah Mei who helped me choose it, you know, Ah Mei from the beauty salon." Oh. So it was those neighbors from the beauty salon. No wonder my mother dresses so well; you become like those you associate with. I patted my mother on the shoulder, and her disappointment was written all over her face.

It's understandable; she's from the countryside, so of course she wanted to look her best in Taipei. Now that her son had poured cold water on her enthusiasm, it's no wonder she was disappointed. I hugged my mother and said, "The clothes really aren't nice… but Mom, you're beautiful and have a great figure. Even in black, you still radiate light, haha." My mother then broke into a smile, "Long time no see! You smooth talker, how many girls have you charmed with that tongue?" I knew I couldn't let my girlfriend continue this conversation, so I took my mother's hand and led her to the restaurant.

We came here specifically for seafood today. Where were we? Oh, speaking of that black dress, my mother's beautiful shoulders were exposed, and she was probably wearing a seamless bra, revealing a hint of her soft cleavage. However, there was a gold braided decoration around the cleavage. She wore light-colored stockings and white high heels with gold heels and gold patterns around the toes. Those shoes were truly beautiful, and paired with her small, bound feet and beautiful legs, they looked absolutely stunning.

My mother had her long hair up in a bun, with three or four strands hanging down, adding to the overall beauty. While not exactly a celestial beauty, her face was at least fair and clean, with light makeup and a touch of rose-red lip gloss. I thought if she wore heavy makeup, people might mistake her for my older sister.

During dinner, I chatted with my mother casually, and we talked about what happened that morning. Seeing her shy expression, I knew she was hiding something from me.

I straightened my back and raised my head, saying, "Mom, confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely. Tell me honestly, what did you say about me when I was asleep this morning?" My mother chuckled and said, "Oh, my dear husband, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I'm afraid you won't like it." Wow, I know my mother's style has become more youthful, how come even her speech is so witty? I deliberately pretended to be a little fierce and said, "You daring, shameless woman Qi Qin... ah... no, I mean, what exactly did you see that day? Was it Chang Wei beating Lai Fu, kicking that dog to death, and saying he had superhuman strength?" My mother has watched Channel 4 with me since she was little, so she naturally knows these kinds of movies.

My mother said shyly, "Reporting to my husband, actually, what happened this morning was a small matter, but last night... that was a big deal..." When I heard "last night," I almost spat out my nine-hole cane, quickly drank some orange juice, and even choked on it, saying, "Mom, what exactly happened to me last night?" "Reporting to the officer..." my mother said. I hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I give up, my good daughter, quickly tell me what I did last night?" My mother smiled sweetly and said, "There are too many people here, let's talk when we get back." I was left with a face full of doubt. My mind raced, but I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Finally, we got home, and I pestered my mother relentlessly. Her answers were all evasive until I stopped her from taking a bath. Then she said shyly, "Actually, I didn't sleep well all night. I kept falling asleep and waking up. When I got out of bed this morning, your big thing was sticking out of my underwear. Tell me, how could I not be ashamed?" I thought to myself, did the calming spell not work? But this was in the morning, what about last night? Could it be? I did something I shouldn't have done to my mother?

Damn, I've heard of sleepwalking, but never sleepwalking rape. I stammered, "Mom, last night... I didn't touch you, did I?" My mother, sitting on the edge of my bed, gave me a wink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Touched you?

Not only did you touch me, you also took advantage of me all night!" I was so shocked I almost knelt down. Such a heinous act! According to ancient tradition, incest would result in being drowned in a pig cage for seven days and seven nights, then having ten women seduce you, making you hard for forty-nine days, then draining you dry for eighty-one days, finally dying from exhaustion, skin and bones, your penis rubbed raw and bleeding profusely, and still not being let go. Thinking of this, a bead of cold sweat trickled down my forehead to the tip of my nose.

But then a thought flashed through my mind: thank goodness this is civilized society. For the first time, I was so grateful to be a modern person. I asked my mother, "Mom... tell me exactly how I bullied you." My mother blushed even more and said shyly, "Your thing was on top of me all night, and you were even talking in your sleep, hugging my waist. I was sleeping with my back to you, and I don't know who you were dreaming about, but you thought I was your girlfriend, and you kept... kept rubbing your thing against my butt, and even rubbed my... my... breasts..." After saying this, my mother blushed and hurriedly went to take a shower.

I was left standing there dumbfounded. I thought to myself, "Damn it, is this for real? I tried to suppress my desires with a 'water-on-penis-fire, chanting a mind-clearing mantra,' and it turned out to be my own dream. Ugh, I should have just done it myself. This is killing me." Tonight, I decided to sleep on the floor to avoid bothering my mother again. This time, I slept face down, pressing my penis against the cold floor, and listened to the Heart Sutra MP3, determined to fight off the lustful demon within me.

My mother then tried to chat with me. She said, "Come up and sleep. I won't blame you, come on." How could I accept that? I was already fully prepared. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I won't let you have another sleepless night. Sleep soundly tonight." My mother reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "Get up, come on. This is my order. No resistance, no talking back, no saying no, understand?" Seeing that my mother was determined, I unplugged the MP3 player and put it aside. Using the opportunity of not touching my mother's body, I began to resist this battle of fantasizing about my mother in bed, codenamed "Bed Mission."

My mother said, "What are you doing? Am I a plague or a virus, hiding so far away? Come closer. You're my son, are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Hmm... very well, this "Bed Mission" broke down in less than five seconds. My shoulder was pressed against my mother's soft, fragrant shoulder, and my mother started chatting with me, talking about my affairs, including my studies and my girlfriend. I realized I'd accidentally let slip about my girlfriend, so my mother asked, "So, did you tease her?" I laughed and said, "Tease her like that? Was it at night or during the day?" My mother slapped me and giggled, "What do you mean, day or night, huh..." I said, "Mom, I tease her both day and night. You need to be clear about it, otherwise I don't know how to answer."

My mother's voice became even more shy, and she punched my shoulder with her small fist, saying, "Is that okay? I think it's once in a while." I turned to my mother, smelling her fragrance, and said, "Mom, guess how many times a day?" My mother turned to face me and said, "No guessing, no guessing, you're just good at getting information out of me." I secretly reached out and touched my mother's hand and said, "So, Mom, how many times a day do you hope I can have? Just guess, it's just for fun."

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Three days... no, you're young, so it's every two days." I deliberately made an exaggerated expression and said, "Wow... Mom, you're really a genius, like Liu Bowen, comparable to Zhuge Liang who borrowed the east wind!" My mother laughed and said, "Stop pretending, I knew I was wrong the moment I heard you say that." I deliberately turned my face towards my mother's face, feeling her breath and the breath exhaled from her lips. I whispered, "Mom, tell me honestly, how many days and how many times do you want me to go? There's a reward if you guess right." My

mother said coquettishly, "Oh dear." Since you insist on telling me, I'll tell you. "If it could be once every night, that would be amazing," I whispered in my mother's ear. "Guess one right, guess the other wrong." My mother asked suspiciously, "Which one is right, which one is wrong?" I said mysteriously, "Every day is true, once is false... I need at least three times a day, haha." After saying that, I breathed hot air into my mother's ear, and she tickled and said, "Nonsense, how can that work?" I said, "There's still a reward for guessing half right, the reward is..." I kissed my mother's neck and said, "Originally it was for the mouth, but this time it's for the neck after guessing half." My mother stood up and patted my chest lightly, saying, "You even dare to bully your mother, you child, really... haha."

I quickly said, "Wow, the person who got the reward isn't satisfied, is there any justice in this world?" My mother looked at me with a smile and said, "You... you're bullying me." After this flirting, my so-called "motherly duty" was long forgotten. I flirted with my mother as if she were my own woman, and my penis, which had been suppressed for a month, was already burning with desire. My mother asked, "How long has it been since you broke up?" I simply hugged my mother and said, "A month, and I haven't touched a woman for a month..." My mother was lying on her side facing me, with her left side against the wall and my right side against the bed. I kept bringing my face close to my mother's, rubbing my nose against the tip of her nose. My left hand first wrapped around her waist, then caressed her beautiful back and neck. My mother's breathing became heavier and heavier. I gently brought my mouth to my mother's lips, touched them, and kissed her, saying, "Mom... I said your clothes weren't pretty this morning, but I was just joking with you, just teasing you. You're not angry, are you?" My mother said shyly, "Angry? I'm already furious. You're young and impetuous. I've always known what people your age are thinking..."

My left hand slid down her beautiful back. Although there was only a thin gauze nightgown or dress between us, her skin felt very smooth and pleasant to the touch. It seemed she had received good treatment at the beauty salon. I slid my hand over her buttocks, then her thighs, and even her calves. I then placed my mother's thighs on mine and said, "Mom, tell me, what am I thinking right now?" My mother said shyly, "I won't say, I won't say. You'll only bully your own family." I kissed her chin and said, "So, Mom, are you willing to let me bully you?" My mother didn't speak at this point, but her breathing became rapid and heavy.

I got up, spread my mother's legs apart, threw the quilt on the floor, and turned on a bedside lamp. My mother lay on the bed, half-covering her face with her hands, and said, "Are you really going to do this?" I pressed my body against my mother, pulled her hands apart, and looked at her face. Her long hair was spread on the pillow, her thin nightgown revealed her black bra, a black lace triangle panty, and a dark blue sheer nightgown that revealed her fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs. The sight made my penis hard.

I first gave my mother a deep kiss on her delicate lips and said, "If Mom doesn't want to, I'll stop." My mother turned her face to the side, not daring to look directly at me, and said, "Have you been holding back for a long time?" I gently kissed my mother's sweet lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her ears, her neck, and her breasts. I kissed my mother's eyes half open, her gaze hazy. I said, "If Mom doesn't want to today, I'll still tease Mom." At this moment, my mother giggled and said, "You child, you've been planning this all along, you've got me figured out." I pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown and said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you, Mom..." After saying that, I had already pulled my mother's nightgown off her legs. My mother's black bra covered her two breasts, and the deep cleavage in the middle indicated that her breasts were not small. My mother tried to close her two thighs, but I blocked them between them.

My mother stretched out her right hand to cover her private parts, while her left arm protected her breasts, concealing her snow-white nipples. She snorted, "I...what about me?" I pulled her left hand away from her chest, then pulled her right hand up with my right, lifting both her hands upwards. I pressed her hands down with my left hand. Her armpits were clean-shaven and hairless. I licked her armpit and said, "Mother, didn't you want me to tease you a little?" My mother flinched slightly from the lick and said, "You use this method to trick girls into bed?"

I put my hands behind my mother's back and unhooked her bra. My mother covered her bra with her hands, unwilling to expose her nipples. I squeezed my penis against her panties and said, "Do you have to go to such lengths to get a girl into bed? I only flirt with you like this, Mom. Don't you want me to bully you tonight?" After saying that, I took off my black bra, and two snow-white breasts jumped out, shaped like teardrops. Although they were only C cups, surprisingly, they were slightly perky and not sagging.

I ran my hands up my mother's hips, cupping her breasts and kneading them. She tilted her chin back, letting out a soft gasp, and said, "What...you're...bullying...you're messing with me?" Her voice was sweet and shy. I began to savor her nipples with my tongue, first licking the areola in circles, then tapping the nipple with the tip of my tongue. My left hand kneaded her left breast, and finally, with a sudden suck, I began to roughly knead and suckle, using both my hands and mouth, making her moan softly. As I licked, I said, "I won't stop until you clearly state whether you want me to mess with you." My mother's face was already flushed, and she touched my back, saying, "You're so embarrassing! You've messed with me like this, how could I not want to?" I put my hands under her armpits, pressing my chest against her breasts, and swayed my body up and down, kneading her breasts with my upper body and rubbing my penis against her vulva with my lower body. Facing my mother, I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Mom, I find you so beautiful. I'm afraid I'll hurt you tonight." My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed, "You think you're so capable? You're making me all hot and bothered. Tell me honestly, how many girls have you done this to?" I

kissed her lips deeply, our tongues intertwining in her mouth. She closed her eyes, responding to my sucking, from a light kiss to a frenzied sucking. I slowly swayed my hips, and her waist rubbed against my penis. During the kiss, I used my right hand to pull down her black lace panties. I released her lips and said, "I only love you, Mom. I want you to be my lover, okay?" My mother raised her left leg, letting me take off her panties, and said, "Lover, lover, your mother was always your lover in the past, ha."

I stood up, got out of bed, rolled down the blinds on the window, and turned towards my mother. She got up and helped me take off my underwear, revealing my erect penis. She stared intently at it and said, "It really has grown." She covered her mouth and chuckled. I asked, "Mom, how much do you mean by 'grown up'?" I flipped her over, assuming a 69 position, woman on top. She said shyly, "How should I know? But this position is really embarrassing."

My mother's vulva was in front of me. I started to use my fingers to spread her labia, first playing with the entrance, stimulating her clitoris, then inserting my fingers to probe the inner walls, but not too deep. While my mother was enjoying my ministrations, I nudged my penis with my hips and said, "Mom, your private parts are so beautiful, can you suck them for me?" My mother then grasped my penis and began to stroke it. Being stroked by my own mother was very different, unlike any of the girls I'd had before.

I felt that my mother skillfully manipulated my penis in her hands, neither too quickly and forcefully making me uncomfortable, nor gripping it with the same rhythm and speed as a robot. I called out, "Mom, can I use my mouth?" My mother replied, "You're so clever, you have so many tricks up your sleeve." Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and pressed down, opening her legs a little wider. My tongue licked her vulva from bottom to top, all the way to her anus. My mother's beautiful buttocks trembled slightly from the licking, and she said, "You child... you're just bullying me..."

As I sucked the vaginal fluid that was beginning to flow from her vagina, my penis was also being sucked incessantly in my mother's mouth, whether she was licking the glans with her tongue or holding the penis in her hand and rotating it while blowing on it. This 69 position brought both of us to the peak of sexual stimulation. I figured that was about enough. Any longer and I'd be sucked until I exploded. My mother could get wet and have multiple orgasms, but I couldn't. I could only manage three shots in a row, and after that, the bullets I fired were all watery, not thick at all, just enough to make my penis hurt.

I pushed my mother's buttocks forward and climbed up between her legs. I pinched her breast with my right hand and cupped her lower abdomen with my left, moving her body towards the bottom of the bed so that her back was facing me. I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and said, "Mom... now I'm really going to tease you. Let me tell you, the soundproofing isn't good, so don't scream too... loudly." I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva. My mother supported herself with her hands on the ground, letting her breasts hang in the air, and said without looking, "It's hot... it's itchy... even like this, you're still teasing Mom..."

I touched her vulva with my hand; it felt very wet. I pushed my penis into her vaginal walls, and my mother let out a soft moan, "Mmm... Ah..." I slowly moved my hips, afraid that my mother's vulva would be in pain if it wasn't penetrated so deeply at first. I kept my penis inside her, pressed my chest against her back, kneaded her breasts with both hands, and kissed behind her ear, laughing, "Now guess how big it is? Am I teasing my mother?" My mother was already breathing heavily. She simply pulled up a pillow and rested her head on it, saying, "You're so naughty, I won't guess..." I began to slowly move my penis, gently thrusting in and out of her tender vulva, with small movements and a slow speed.

I straightened my upper body, held my mother's hips with both hands, and thrust suddenly, making my mother groan.

I began to rhythmically sway my hips. As the speed and force increased, my mother's beautiful buttocks and my thighs made a "slap slap slap" sound, and her honey pot kept leaking lustful fluid, the flesh walls constantly squeezing my penis. I said, "Mom, your private parts are really amazing... I've never seen a girl as amazing as you." I reached out my right hand and grabbed my mother's left hand, pulling her upper body up.

I wanted my mother to look at me. My mother twisted her upper body slightly, and I looked at her left breast, which kept swaying up and down against my face with my thrusts. My mother's face was even more adorable. There seemed to be a tear in the corner of my mother's eye. Perhaps it had been too long since she had sex. Her eyes were red from the pain, making her even more pitiful. My mother sobbed and said, "Why don't you listen to me and slow down? Why are you going so fast?" I slowed down, turned my mother over to face her, and once again spread her legs like a frog. This time, I rubbed against her vulva and said, "Mom... haven't you had sex in a long time?"

My mother kissed me shyly and said, "You know your dad walks fast and the family business is busy. He's exhausted every day when he gets home. He doesn't have time to... to do it himself." I caressed my mother's whole body with both hands and sucked on her toes, saying, "Mom, you... haven't you ever been intimate with a man?" "Mom, because my feet are itchy from being licked, you struggled against my sucking and said, 'You naughty son, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm very chaste...' I hugged my mother and licked her ear, saying, 'Mom is so good. I remember some of the neighbors and customers who came to the shop looked at you strangely. Did they bully you?' My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her vulva rubbing against my penis, and laughed, 'Those people have the desire but not the guts. Even if they dared, I wouldn't want them. Besides, isn't there a bad guy on top of me right now, bullying me?' I thrust my glans forward and began shallow penetration, only the glans entering. My itchy mother frowned, her whole body burning with desire, her head spinning. I laughed and said, 'Mom, I'm not a bad guy, I'm your precious son.' I thrust nine times shallowly and once deeply, making my mother twist her private parts, wishing I could go in a little more."

My mother said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I'll get angry." I suddenly thrust my cervix forward, causing her to grit her teeth in pain, leaving a half-circle of teeth marks on her shoulder. I started thrusting my penis in and out, almost shaking the entire broken wooden bed apart. I was genuinely afraid that the bed would collapse halfway through, and the downstairs neighbors would call the police, which would be a real embarrassment. I fucked my mother with all my might, releasing the thick semen accumulated over the past month, along with my desire for women, and the sight of my mother's gentle, feminine demeanor, which made me even more intoxicated. I fucked the beautiful woman until she dared not scream, and the lustful mother was drenched in fragrant sweat from the pleasure.

The wooden bed groaned, "Goblin, goblin!" I looked into my mother's eyes and said, "Mom... I want everything from you. Promise to be my lover from now on, okay?" My mother's almond-shaped eyes were half-open, and her cherry lips were slightly parted as she said, "I'm still your mother. Be good. If you want, Mom can let you... Ah." With a powerful thrust, I rammed and penetrated her. My mother's body arched, her legs straightened to support her body, raising her beautiful buttocks an inch. Her private parts trembled incessantly, releasing lustful fluids. My penis and the sheets beneath were covered in her love juices.

After my mother calmed down a bit, I hugged her and kissed her, saying, "Promise me, from now on, when we're out, I'll call you Mom, and in private, I'll call you Baby, okay?" With another thrust of my hips, my mother could no longer hold back and groaned loudly.

My mother's soft, white breasts swayed up and down with each thrust of my missionary position. She said shyly, "I'll do as you say...son." The more I thrust, the more comfortable I felt. My penis was slippery and sticky inside her wet, overflowing vagina. I laughed and said, "Still calling me son? Call me husband." My mother gasped, "You're naughty...I won't say it."

I stopped moving my penis. Seeing that I wasn't moving, I said, "My beautiful wife, my darling, if you don't say it, you're not my sweetheart." My mother pouted and said, "Husband...darling." I said, "Mom, you're so good...hehe." My mother then realized I had teased her again, and said shyly, "You're just teasing me..." I laughed twice, kissed my mother's lips, and began to move my hips faster, making her vagina open and moan. I watched as her moans grew louder and louder.

I didn't care what others thought. Looking at the woman before me—my kind mother, my shy and beautiful wife, my mischievous lover—I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The tightness of her vaginal opening sent a shiver down my spine. I covered her mouth with my hand and thrust my penis deep inside her. My body trembled, my penis quivering inside her, and a thick stream of semen gushed out. I held my mother, waiting for our breathing to catch up. We looked at each other and smiled.

After a period of tenderness in bed, my mother and I took a shower and slept in each other's arms until the next morning. My mother complained that I had exhausted her all night, and that her back and waist ached. I, on the other hand, ran my hands over her beautiful buttocks and kissed her lips, saying, "Going back this afternoon? So soon." My mother replied that it had been three days already, and if she didn't go back to open the shop, who would support her? I laughed and said, "What am I going to do about missing my darling wife?" My mother nudged me with her elbow and said, "Still talking? Go find her yourself, hmph."

After graduating from university this year, I transferred to Yilan University. My mother asked why I gave up Taipei, and I said, "I want to help Mom with some of the work, and I don't want to see Mom working so hard alone." After saying that, I touched my mother's waist. My mother giggled and said, "You always have such a mouth, saying half-truths. Everyone knows you're up to no good, haha." I whispered in my mother's ear, "I'll tell you a secret, actually I came to see my darling wife. Can you see where she is?" My mother smiled shyly and said, "I can't see her. I don't know who you're talking about." I put my hands on my mother's waist and pressed my penis against my mother's buttocks and said, "She will appear in my room tonight. If she doesn't appear, then she's in her room. Don't tell anyone, because she is my beautiful wife. I don't want anyone to know, understand?" My mother turned around and got away from me, leaning against the chair in the living room and said, "I don't understand who you're talking about? I don't have such a person here."

I picked my mother up in a princess carry, saying, "Isn't she right here? Hehe." My mother said, "You've got the wrong person, ah..." After that, we locked her in her room, and then there was another round of playful bickering. My relationship with my mother is more like that of two friends who tease each other. My mother's mischief and my playfulness only make me love everything about her. I want to stay with my mother forever, never to be separated.

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