[Urban] Incest is another form of care (Complete) - 4-6

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Mother's Tale Translation Series, Part 1:

My name is Kevin, I'm 21 years old, 1.86 meters tall and weigh 175 pounds, and I'm in my final year of studying automotive engineering. My mother, Kathy, is also a very attractive woman; although she's 49, she has a fantastic figure. She works almost every day to maintain her perfect physique. She's 1.74 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure. Her rounded hips and full breasts always make my penis hard whenever I think about them.

I am my parents' only child. My father and mother have been separated for about six years. Now, he lives with our former neighbor, Linda. Since my father left and my mother and I moved into our house, my mother has gotten a part-time job in an office at a construction company.

"Hey," I forgot to tell you something—my mother's addiction to alcohol: when she's drunk, she acts as if no one is around, and I'll tell you more about that later.

One Friday night, I came home early from university. I called my mother twice but there was no response, so I went upstairs to her bedroom. The door was open, and I went inside. My mother was in her bathroom, leaning against the sink, carefully applying her mascara in front of the mirror.

She hadn't finished dressing yet. She wore a white, semi-smooth slip, through which I could see the subtle outline of her waistband. She wore a cream-colored, patterned bra that pushed her heavy breasts high.

I didn't want her to know I was home, because I didn't want to embarrass her. I slowly walked into my room, hoping she wouldn't notice me. My penis was incredibly hard at that moment, and I was stroking it in front of the large mirror, fantasizing about having sex with my mother. Good heavens! My mother was standing right next to me watching her son masturbate.

I felt embarrassed and guilty. But I was still very serious about having sex with my mother. Again, there was only one way to do this: offer her some drinks, because when my mother was drunk, she would actively seduce any man in her line of sight.

Today was a special day; the only man in her line of sight was me—her own son! And seducing my own mother as the centerpiece of my plan was also the main weakness of this whole affair! A little vodka would set the stage…

an innocent, motherly kiss, followed by a French kiss, then deeper, more intimate touches, and then further… until I was satisfied!

I straightened my clothes, took some vodka for us into the kitchen, and began to drink. But this time my plan didn't start; it seemed to have failed. So, I went straight up behind my mother and grabbed her waist.

For a mother, the warmth of that touch was incredibly intense. I watched her reaction in the mirror, expecting her to be angry or simply exhibit that typical reaction.

"Darling, please don't do this. You can look, but don't touch me."

"Mom!"

"Listen to me, you can only look." As she cried out under the influence of the drug, I barged into her bedroom without a word.

I stood close to her near the foot of the bed, her face pressed against the mattress. Her shapely buttocks, encased in thick, tight panties, were exposed to the air. Smooth panties encased her soft, full labia, outlining this exquisite hidden treasure.

"You little rascal, let me go!" she cried at me!

"I'll satisfy you. I won't force you until you completely submit to my will, until the first stirrings of sexual desire appear."

"You hot-headed little brat, this is incest! Let me go!"

I stripped her naked, leaving her undressed, and at the same time, I removed my own clothes. I knew she might stand up and struggle, protest loudly, or shout at me, but when my enormous penis appeared before her, her eyes revealed obvious lust and desire, and her genitals throbbed intensely. Mother needed, no, desperately needed to taste her son's strong, massive member.

"Take your hands away," she pleaded weakly, clearly it was pointless now.

I continued to guide her head toward my penis. "Mom, why don't you let my penis pierce your mouth and swallow my copious amounts of semen! You know in your heart what you want," I said arrogantly.

"My cock needs a wonderful suck."

"You shameless, filthy, filthy little thing..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she lost all control. She couldn't believe she was really going to suck her son's huge cock until a large amount of semen entered her throat. She knelt down on the floor, and I sat on the edge of the bed.

Facing my thick cock, which was nearly ten inches long, my mother's eyes were wide open. She stared at my red, swollen head for several seconds, watching how the wet heat at the tip shimmered. Then, she began to rub my cock slowly and laboriously, up and down. Slowly, this lewd mother began to caress the top of my thigh with her tongue while lowering her head and eagerly licking my wonderful cock.

"Oh! Mom! It feels so good!" I couldn't help but groan in ecstasy.

"Do you want Mom to suck your long, hard cock with her mouth? Do you want me to suck it dry?" she asked as she licked.

"Watch Mom suck your cock."

"Oh God, oh my god! Put it in your mouth, Mom! Suck my cock! You know what you want! Ahhh! Baby, this feels so good! Keep sucking my cock, Mom!"

Mom slid her lips toward my throbbing penis, making smacking sounds as she entered inch by inch. She knew she would choke if she tried to swallow more of the penis, so she stopped when she had inhaled about a third of the length.

Mom's lips were stretched wide by the swollen penis that had reached orgasm, and then she began to thirstily suck the milky white fluid flowing from the urethral opening. Next, this lewd mother began to suck the extremely hard, pointed organ with abandon, trying to make the huge penis in front of her ejaculate a large amount of semen.

Mom sucked her son's delicious penis hard, her thirsty mouth trembling, and the huge penis became thicker and harder under her hard work. The obscene head of my penis throbbed vividly deep inside her mouth as she pressed her face close to the base of my penis, trying to suck the entire length of her own son's cock.

"Darling, you love sucking your son's cock, don't you?! Ah, yes, like that, suck harder, you're such a fantastic blowjob master."

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom moaned. Then, we slept in Mom's bed for about an hour and a half. When I woke up, I saw my penis still in Mom's mouth, though it was no longer erect, so I pulled it out.

"Get ready for some real fun, Kathy baby."

"Mmm, I'm going to fuck Mom's cunt. You make my cock so hard, I'm going to satisfy you too, baby," I whispered in Mom's ear. Mom agreed to my request without any hesitation; she no longer cared about being shy or timid.

"Suck me! Oh, my master, suck my cunt!"

I began to thrust into my mother's cunt, slowly pushing her hips and gently rubbing her vulva with my fingers. Finally, I ran my fingers along the narrow crevice of her cunt, feeling its warmth; milky white, moist fluid flowed from her silky labia. I then slid two fingers towards my mother's wet, slippery cunt. Her cunt was overflowing with vaginal fluid; her clitoris had become swollen and swollen, protruding from her hairy vulva.

"Mmm, good, like that, baby. Fuck Mommy's cunt with your fingers. Fuck my cunt with your fingers, Kevin." My mother moved her cunt from the bed into my hands.

"Rubbing my clitoris, quickly kneading that hard clitoris."

So I bent down and gently teased my mother's trembling clitoris with the tip of my tongue. As I skillfully performed oral sex on my mother, she kept moaning with excitement. She began to try to move her buttocks off the bed, eagerly bringing her wet, hot vulva to my cheek. Then, she begged me to suck her nipples to bring her even deeper pleasure.

"Kevin!" she cried. "Oh oh oh oh! Come and suck Mommy's cunt! I can't take it anymore! Ahhhhhh! Come and suck! I'm coming! Eat me, darling, come and lick your wet little sister!"

My mother grabbed my head, making my tongue obey her commands and work for her. When her son sucked hard on her hard, painful clitoris, my mother couldn't help but sob.

I lovingly rubbed my mother's sensitive clitoris with my tongue, which was covered in my mother's vaginal fluid and my saliva, making it even more swollen. Finally, I seemed to enter a wonderful rhythm—while sucking on my mother, I felt as if I were entering a narrow, sticky, creamy vulva. As I rubbed her trembling vulva and sucked directly on her clitoris, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Kevin, don't stop! Oh, keep sucking my clitoris! Oh, fuck me!"

At the same time, my fingers flew in and out of my mother's vagina. My mother felt an orgasm brewing inside her, ready to erupt, making her nipples hard and throbbing. A wave of pre-orgasmic pleasure violently washed over her entire body.

"Oh, darling! Don't stop! We're so intimate! Let Mommy reach orgasm! I need it so much! Darling, suck me! Suck Mommy's slutty cunt! Oh oh!"

Then, my mother lost control and reached orgasm, her cunt began to throb, spasm, convulse, and then burst forth, offering me a mouthful of honey to lick. She struggled to lift her hips off the bed and then faced her tender cunt against my cheek, and I felt her hot cunt trembling violently.

"Ohhhhhh! I'm coming! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! You're going to fuck Mom to death! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death! Ohhhhhhh!"

I kept sucking her clitoris, while my fingers kept entering her hot, wet pussy, guiding her through an orgasm. Finally, after about a minute, she gradually calmed down after the orgasm.

Mom lay there, breathing heavily, feeling an urgent need for her son's thick, long, and strong penis to thrust in and out, because only in this way could she fulfill her need to reach the deepest part of her pussy.

Then, we started dinner, and then went to sleep. Because we were both very tired, we quickly fell asleep with our heads on each other's arms. And tomorrow morning... tomorrow morning Mom will still be my honey.

"I can smell the pussy juice seeping through your body, are you hot?" I asked, half crying and half laughing.

"Oh, darling, fuck me now!" That was Mom's reply. I quickly hugged her and pressed my hot lips to hers.

"Kevin... mmm mmm mmm..." Mom moaned incessantly. Excited, I grabbed Mom's hand, and we sat quietly, waiting for her to continue.

"Kevin, sometimes I feel confused, what we're doing is so wrong, but... but I can't resist you. It's dangerous for both of us, but it's all so crazy." "

Mom... mmm... we don't have to do this."

"Oh oh oh oh!" Mom said, putting her fingers in my mouth.

"Oh, dear Kevin!" she murmured as I passionately sucked on Mom's breasts.

Mom uncontrollably moved her hips upwards, and when she felt my hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She gently wrapped her arms around my strong waist, and I slowly lowered myself until our lips and tongues intertwined again. At this moment, she whispered in my ear in a daze, "Fuck me!"

I retreated slightly in a drunken moan until my knees were between her open legs. I looked down and saw that my mother's vulva was swollen and throbbing, with her juices flowing out like a gentle stream. I stood there for several seconds before remembering to bend down and taste her nectar, but by then I realized I really wanted to thrust my cock hard into this beautiful mother before me. So I gently leaned over her body, my hot, hard cock slowly sliding into her vulva.

I looked into her eyes and said tenderly, "I love you." Then, I slowly pushed in.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Cathy moaned ecstatically, no longer caring what the man fucking her thought of her lewdness.

My hips began to move slowly, allowing my cock to move freely in and out, drawing out more of my mother's juices with each thrust. Then my thrusting speed increased, and soon, in the throes of orgasm, I released my semen, spraying it deep into my mother's womb. After ejaculating inside her, her legs lingered around my waist, maintaining our deeply joined position.

From that day on, we lived happily in our sweet home like a married couple.

(End of text)

Part Two:

At six in the morning, when Anand woke up, he felt his penis was still partially erect, much harder than usual. He immediately attributed this change to reading the incestuous novel the night before. Unconsciously, his hand reached into his pants again, gripping his erect penis tightly. His mind replayed the exciting scenes from the novel, and he vigorously massaged his increasingly erect penis until it was fully erect.

Anand had married Mara last year, and his wife was now pregnant and at her mother's house awaiting delivery. Anand hadn't had sex for about two months, so he began masturbating while fantasizing about his wife to release his sexual frustration. But slowly, he found it difficult to become aroused when he thought of his wife.

Then, Anand discovered a strange desire deep within him—why not try out the scenes from the incestuous novel he'd read the night before? The heroine in it looked so much like his forty-five-year-old mother! Thinking of this, Anand's penis was rock hard. He jumped out of bed and hurried down the hallway to the master bedroom, hoping to see his sexy and beautiful mother lying in a seductive sleeping position.

Anand's father was away on a business trip these days. He slowly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and looked inside. His mother was lying lazily in the middle of the double bed, the sheet softly covering her delicate body in her sleep.

Anand felt a surge of excitement at the thought of his father being away. He slowly walked into his mother's bed and stared intently at the sleeping beauty before him. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

Anand couldn't resist going up to her, gently pulling back the sheet, and gazing at his mother's sexy breasts tightly wrapped in her underwear. These were breasts far fuller and more shapely than his wife Mara's. He wanted to caress and suckle those beautiful protrusions, but what he wanted even more was to see his mother's beautiful vulva hidden beneath her snow-white thighs. So he slowly lifted the sheet covering his mother's thighs.

To Anand's ecstatic delight, when he lifted the sheet, he found his sleeping mother's legs spread wide. His heart pounded as his mother's beautiful vulva, neatly covered with pubic hair, came into view. With trembling hands, he parted his mother's wet, swollen labia, gazing at her overflowing vulva, pondering the unspoken sexual signals she was sending.

This naked, wide-open mother had appeared countless times in Anand's fantasies. When his hand moved to his mother's buttocks, Anand saw her entire naked genitals—what a beautiful protrusion! He stared at it, mesmerized, for several seconds.

The alluring mature woman on the bed, though over forty, seemed untouched by time. Her voluptuous body resembled that of a charming young woman, surpassing even the young models in "Teenage" magazines in beauty. With a lewd smile, Anand gently climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his mother's parted thighs.

He inhaled the fragrant, intoxicating scent of her vulva, finding it heartbreakingly different from his wife's. He carefully parted her smooth, sexy thighs further, then leaned down to kiss the glistening, moist slit of her vulva. His tongue danced freely in and out of the tender, beautiful passage, a sensation he found irresistible.

Simultaneously, Anand began to caress his mother's bare abdomen and the smooth, sexy inner thighs, his fingertips stroking her damp, curly pubic hair. Anand could feel the heat emanating from her vulva; he was completely captivated by the voluptuous body before him.

Anand raised his head, reaching out to stroke his mother's neatly arranged pubic hair. He slowly inserted his fingers into her beautiful vulva. His mother moaned softly, instinctively responding to the external assault. It seemed that she was having a lewd dream of intercourse while fast asleep.

Anand then inserted a second finger into his mother's vulva, thrusting in and out of her alluring sleeping body while closely observing her reactions. Soon, her vulva was thoroughly wet and sticky, and her juices flowed down his hand, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Greedy Anand bent down once more, greedily sucking the sandalwood-scented, delicious nectar. Just as his nimble tongue darted in and out of his mother's slippery, wet vagina, she opened her eyes. When she saw her son's head working diligently between her spread thighs, what an intoxicating sensation! Although she knew this shouldn't be happening, the overwhelming feeling of passion compelled her to give in. While enjoying the immense excitement, she grasped Anand's head, pressing it tightly against her thirsty vulva.

Like other mothers, Amuhua felt a profound sense of loss and jealousy when her son Anand got married. She couldn't accept that her beloved son had suddenly been snatched away by another stranger. She had fantasized about Anand one day leaving his wife and returning to her side, even though she knew such thoughts were wicked. Now, her own son was on top of her, doing what her heart fervently desired, which filled her with extreme excitement.

As Anand covered her fragrant lips with his burning passion, passionately sucking the intoxicating nectar with his tongue, Amuhua trembled uncontrollably, moaning softly. Consumed by lust, she disregarded any sense of shame. Her vulva was stretched wider by her son's head, and the secretions of their mother-son debauchery flowed freely. Anand, like a thirsty dog, devoured the nectar secreted for him.

Anand pressed his hands firmly against Amuhua's buttocks, allowing his tongue to penetrate her cunt to its maximum extent. With persistent effort, his tongue finally reached the exit that had given him life. Anand's masterful tongue technique drove Amuhua to the brink of ecstasy.

Anand rode passionately between Amuhua's legs, wanting to bury his entire head inside his mother's cunt. When his nimble tongue once again curled and plunged deep into her, Amuhua suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over as she reached her first orgasm.

Amuhua, lost in a daze, entered their own blissful world. Anand's tongue, like a penis, moved in and out of her tender, trembling vulva, the incestuous pleasure filling Anand's intoxicated heart.

Amuhua, empty and yearning, felt the same way; the unethical mother-son relationship brought her unprecedented pleasure. As they passionately enjoyed each other's bodies, they no longer saw their mother-son relationship as an obstacle, but rather indulged in lovemaking like a pair of lovers.

With each touch of Anand's nose, Amuhua's clitoris reacted noticeably, her moans grew louder, and her vulva began to tremble uncontrollably, making it increasingly difficult for Anand to breathe. Before long, Anand was also close to reaching ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh! Suck me, Anand! Suck me hard with your lips! I'm coming, ohhhhh!"

Amuhua's vulva opened wider under her son's tongue's ministrations. She was on the verge of another orgasm, her abundant juices flowing down her son's chin, slowly soaking her plump, lustful buttocks.

Amuhua could also feel the climax building within her, waves of intense pleasure washing over her entire body. She pressed down hard on the head that was sucking her vulva, screaming and trembling before her orgasm arrived… A

torrent of vaginal fluid gushed into Anand's mouth, then overflowed and streamed down his cheeks. And so, Amuhua reached orgasm after orgasm under her son's teasing tongue, until finally collapsing weakly onto the bed.

Anand gazed at his mother, his chin still pressed against her vulva, staring at her full breasts and erect nipples. Amuhua also lowered her head and smiled, gazing lovingly at the man she had longed for day and night.

"Want to have sex with me, Anand?" she gasped, her breath coming in near his mouth. "Do you want to have sex with your mother?"

"Oh, of course! I want to have sex with you! It's been my desire for so long," Anand said.

Amuhua then knelt between her son's strong thighs, reaching out to grasp his swollen, erect penis, and began to stroke it vigorously. Next, Amuhua let her dazed son unbutton her blouse, revealing her full breasts.

The thirsty Anand pounced on his mother's breasts and began to suckle passionately, taking almost half of her breast into his mouth and licking it repeatedly, like a newborn child returning to its mother's embrace.

Amuhua began to moan softly, holding her son's head tightly. She remembered how her young son loved to suckle her nipples whenever he had a chance, a habit that was forbidden when he was five due to her husband's strong opposition. To be honest, she loved that feeling; when her son passionately suckled her full breasts, her genitals would even become wet. Now, her son was back in her arms, his kisses and suckling filling her with a long-lost excitement.

"Anand, fuck me, put your cock in Mommy's cunt, I can't wait any longer," Amuhua whispered in her son's ear. Anand,

upon hearing this, got up, pulled down his pants, and aimed his already erect penis at his mother's vulva. He slowly adjusted his speed and began to move. Amuhua trembled, moaning, feeling the warmth of her son's penis.

Slowly, Anand began to sway his hips, thrusting his long, firm penis in and out of his mother's wet, throbbing vagina with a combination of shallow and deep strokes. Amuhua sat up, staring blankly at the scene before her, gazing at her son's penis entering and exiting her body. Seeing this, Anand leaned down and kissed his mother's forehead.

This tranquility quickly turned into ecstasy, fueling Anand's excited heart. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into his beautiful mother like a wild horse, while simultaneously caressing her breasts, buttocks, and waist, indulging in the pleasure of touching every inch of her skin.

Soon, Amuhua was dazed and breathless, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over. Anand continued using the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and after some effort, his erect penis finally penetrated his mother's cervix.

"Oh...oh oh oh oh oh! I'm finally in, Mom!" Anand gasped, his voice hoarse.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh! Son, this is where you were born, don't stop! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!"

The mother's confession strengthened and encouraged Anand's fighting spirit. He thrust even harder into the woman's body beneath him, doing his best to create a sexual climax that belonged to both of them!

Amidst the ecstatic moans, Anand felt that his mother's climax was about to arrive. He then gathered his strength and thrust his erect penis all the way in, penetrating the bottom of his mother's cunt and entering her cervix.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh, Anand! My child! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Amuhua cried out in ecstasy, feeling her son's hot, thick semen shooting into her body. Mother and son, like two oblivious animals, mated and enjoyed their climax.

When Anand poured all his years of longing for his mother into her womb in the form of semen, their climaxes ended, and they lay limp on the bed, their semen mixed with their own.

"It felt so good, Mom!" Anand gasped. "How do you feel?" Amuhua circled her son's penis with her fingers, feeling its still-erect form, and gently rubbed the semen clinging to it.

"Ohhhh! Anand! Anand!" Amuhua exclaimed. "It's so good, darling! I feel like I'm in heaven, Anand! How do I compare to your wife?" she asked eagerly.

"Of course you're better. You're a thousand times better than her. I wish all of this had happened before I married her, then I wouldn't have married her," Anand said.

"Yes, Anand, we both made a mistake. If we had been braver back then, we could have had so much more to enjoy. Your father was always away on business trips, and you and I were always alone at home. We shouldn't have slept separately back then; we should have enjoyed ourselves freely. Fortunately, from now on, we won't waste the opportunity that belongs to both of us," Amuhua said earnestly.

Anand gazed into Amuhua's eyes and said affectionately, "Mom, I want you to be my wife."

Upon hearing this, Amuhua felt her heart melt. This would be the happiest thing in her life—marrying her own son. She hugged Anand tightly, kissing his lips and cheeks passionately, and said softly, "Anand, my love, I'm so happy to be your wife. You know how much I love you."

"I love you too, dear," Anand said. "You should divorce your father, and I will divorce Mara as well, and then I will officially marry you."

Amuhua was overjoyed. Her son wasn't with her for simple sex; he wanted to marry her and spend his life in mutual love. However, as a mature woman, she knew this was unrealistic. Looking at her son, she said lovingly, "Oh, Anand, dear. We can get married, but we really can't make our husband-wife relationship public. Besides, divorce will cause problems for others, especially now that Mara is about to give birth to your baby."

Hearing this, Anand was very unhappy. He asked Amuhua, "Mom, is there a solution to this problem? I can't live without you anymore."

Amuhua replied, "I can't live without you either, dear. We should be able to find a solution. Let's not be too public. In public, we'll still call each other mother and son, but at home, I'll be your wife. You find a job here, find a reason to live with me, and then, while your father is away for long periods, we'll find opportunities to make love. We can even make love to our hearts' content in your grandmother's room."

After this decision was made, Amuhua and Anand often indulged in the pleasures of mother-son intercourse. After a while, Anand realized that his mother wasn't satisfied, and neither was he. So, the two decided to find an opportunity to make up for all the losses.

According to Amuhua's plan, Anand found a job nearby so he could live openly with his mother. Even after Anand's wife gave birth to a baby girl and returned home, Anand and his mother still often found time to make love. They frequently visited their grandmother to use the room specially provided for them to make love.

About six months of this blissful time passed, until an unavoidable situation arose—Amuhua's period was late. When this happened a second time, she went to the hospital for a checkup, which confirmed she was pregnant.

Anand was overjoyed when Amuhua returned home and told her son the news. For Anand, this was the ultimate happiness. To make Anand even happier, one day, while they were in bed, Amuhua told him, "Anand, I have been your wife for over eight months now, and I will give birth to our baby. Your grandmother said, 'It's no longer appropriate for me to wear the mangal-sutra your father gave me. You need to find an auspicious day to put your own mangal-sutra around your mother's neck, so that I can become your official wife.'"

A month later, on a specially arranged auspicious day, Anand removed his mother's old mangal-sutra and put his own on her, making her his wife alone.

Seven months later, Amuhua gave birth to a beautiful daughter for her son.

(End of text)

Part Three:

My mother, Pat, divorced when I was eight years old, and now I am eighteen. She is a petite, sweet-looking short-haired beauty. She often wears jeans, even to work. In my opinion, if she could grow her hair long and wear a skirt, she could hold my gaze for hours.

Regardless, I often find myself fantasizing about my mother's beautiful body. I know that to see what I fantasize about, I need to make some plans. Until now, she has never actually taken off her nightgown in front of me; the only time she ever showed me her most revealing body was when she displayed her sexy legs, abdomen, and cleavage. She is always covered by her underwear in front of me, which I find regrettable.

My mother works very hard and always takes meticulous care of me. Although she makes me do a lot of housework, I never mind because I love her too. I wanted to touch and feel her charm, but the most I was allowed to do with her was to hug her. At that moment, I could press my strong chest against her soft, tender breasts, and I would always hold my hands tightly against her smooth back, feeling her tension and fascination with this intimacy.

Whenever my mother came home late or made some small mistake, she often compensated by allowing me to sleep in her bed. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to find my mother sleeping on her side with her back to me, her pajamas pressed tightly against her knees. In fact, the edge of the pajamas was slightly torn from the knees, and the bottom was wrinkled and pressed under her thighs—it was a wonderful sight! Her

even breathing indicated that my exhausted mother was in a deep sleep, and I knew she wouldn't wake up. So, if I secretly slipped my hand under her pajamas, I could truly feel her soft thighs. Unable to resist the temptation, I reached out and happily slipped my hand under her pajamas; she was fast asleep.

Seizing the opportunity, I slowly slipped my hand inside until I touched my sleeping mother's thigh. Oh! She was so warm and soft, still shrouded in her hazy nightgown. I couldn't resist the urge to cover her with my thirsty lips and tongue. Her breathing was still so gentle and even. So I slowly slipped my entire arm inside her nightgown, caressing her sexy thigh with abandon.

To avoid waking my mother, I moved my hand very slowly throughout the process. The experience was so wonderful that several times my hand touched the edge of her panties. I became so thirsty and impatient that I decided to remove her nightgown.

After confirming that my mother was still sound asleep, I slowly pulled her nightgown off her lower body. It was a very damp and warm garment. I thought that removing this covering would make her feel more comfortable in her sleep. With the last lift, all her underwear was gone, revealing what a beautiful sight it was: she was wearing white panties, her round, alluring buttocks incredibly sexy.

I seized the moment, throwing myself at my mother's sandalwood-scented vulva, the feeling like paradise. I gently kissed her soft thighs, moving my lips down to her smooth, bare buttocks, sucking them with ecstasy. Gradually, I grew bolder, brazenly grasping and kneading my mother's sexy buttocks in my dream—it felt amazing!

I gently moved my fingers along the cleft of her buttocks towards her vulva, feeling the warmth within. My fingers traveled south, gently pressing, until she suddenly woke up just before reaching her vulva.

I knew it had to end there for today, so I pretended to be asleep. My mother, unsuspecting, pulled her nightgown up a little and lay back down facing me. That night, I didn't continue; I just went to the bathroom and exclaimed, "Oh God!" But I knew I had to find a way to try more. As

I mentioned before, my mother never wears skirts at home unless it's too hot. I guess she's not used to wearing skirts at home because they're only about knee-length, allowing her to comfortably keep her legs together at the dining table.

But for me, my mother wearing a skirt is a real treat. I'll find a spot on the sofa facing her, admiring her sexy, long legs and her usual white panties. Throughout this, I'll maintain an erection, and the thought of her alluring figure in a skirt will arouse me ten to twelve times that day.

Then came a day that was unfortunate for my mother but fortunate for me: she broke both her wrists on the stairs after work, requiring casts and preventing her from going to work until she recovered. I was the only person she could rely on, and I was happy to take care of her meticulously. I prayed for her, took a taxi to bring her home from the hospital, and in the process, I seemed to forget my own desires.

When we got home, Mom needed to shower, so she said to me, "Jeff, I need you to help me take off my clothes and then help me shower. I'm sorry to trouble you like this, but I think my wound will heal quickly."

Now, my fervent dream was about to come true; I was about to see my naked mother. Although I was incredibly excited, I tried my best not to show my joy. Mom had a lot of confidence in my abilities, and I replied, "Of course, Mom. I know you can't take care of yourself for a while, so let me do it. What can I do for you?"

Mom pointed to her shirt and said, "Could you help me unbutton this shirt?"

I slowly began to unbutton Mom's shirt. As usual, she was wearing blue jeans. She tried her best not to meet my gaze; she seemed a little uncomfortable. I pulled the unbuttoned shirt off her arms, gazing at her firm breasts encased in a bra and the delicate cleavage between them.

Mom: "Okay, all done, my jeans are finally off. My God, Jeff, please don't mind, I'm really embarrassed!"

Jeff: "Mom, please don't think like that. I'm your son, I'm calm, and you don't need to be embarrassed!"

Mom: "Just pretend none of this happened, okay?"

Jeff: "Mom, there's nothing to hide. You're injured, and I have to help you!"

Mom: "I'm glad you're so easygoing. Now, help me unbutton and take off my jeans!"

I pulled down Mom's jeans and helped her take them off, and I saw her eyes were tightly closed the whole time. I tried hard not to tremble, anticipating the exciting part to come. She started to step into the bathtub, asking me to help her put her clothes in the closet. She turned her back to me, pressing a towel tightly against her chest with her cast-covered hand.

Mom: "Could you help me unbutton my bra and then take it off for me?" I looked at her back with disappointment. I was already hard and needed a complete release. She unbuttoned her bra and was about to take it off.

Mom: "Slow down!"

I could feel her breasts relax considerably after her bra was removed from under the towel she was holding down. I was almost able to see her bare, alluring buttocks. I moved my fingers above her panties, trying to pull them down.

My face was now right in front of Mom's sexy buttocks, waiting for her thighs to emerge from her panties. I tried to slow down the whole process, wanting to prolong this beautiful moment. She pulled one leg out as she tried to conceal it, but I still caught a glimpse of the gap—what a beautiful sight! Then she pulled out the other leg.

Mom: "Bring the water over and adjust the temperature!" I did as she asked.

Mom: "Wait outside for a bit. I'll call you when I'm done." She stepped into the bathtub.

I closed the door and stood guard outside. I didn't want Mom to suspect anything, and I diligently did everything she asked of me. I went into my bathroom and masturbated, then waited for the opportunity to wash her body.

After a while, Mom called me in. I saw her wrapping a towel around her upper body from under her armpits, and she asked me to keep it wrapped around her while I wiped her body. As I wiped her, I focused on feeling the softness of her body and didn't spend too much time on her breasts and thighs.

When Mom came out of the bedroom, she asked me to get her underwear. So I gave her the clothes, who was still wrapped in a towel. I put the panties on the floor, and she walked over and put her feet in, and then I helped her pull them up. When it came to putting on her bra, she turned her back again.

Mom: "Hmm, let me remove the towel." So she dropped the towel, covered her breasts with her arm, and tried to use one hand to help me put on one side of the bra. Then she stretched out her other hand to help me put on the other side, and finally she tried to lift her arm up a little.

Mom: "Okay, now you can put them in the right place."

I tried not to touch Mom's breasts, but it was difficult, so my hand still touched the base of her breasts. She trembled violently but didn't say anything. I then helped her fasten one bra, then the other. Next, I unbuttoned the back of her blouse, but standing behind her, I couldn't see anything. Next, I helped her put on her skirt, which she suggested herself, thinking that pajamas would be troublesome when relieving herself at night. Yes, this was my only chance to fully touch Mom.

At night, when she wanted to go to the bathroom, she came over and woke me up. I stood in front of her and asked if she needed any help. After she told me, I slowly helped her take off her pants. Although I tried not to look during this process, when I noticed that her eyes were always closed, I saw her thick pubic hair and swollen labia. Then I quickly regained my senses. After she finished relieving herself, I handed her some toilet paper. I wanted to please her and make her feel good.

My mother grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and said, "Give me a few more sheets of toilet paper!"

I stopped imagining her and tore off more paper. I gently wiped her vulva along the crevice of her buttocks. When my fingers brushed against her clitoris, my penis involuntarily hardened. She shivered at the same time, but she thought I hadn't noticed. But she finished quickly afterward. Then she stood in front of me, and I helped her put on her underwear.

That night, I slept with her, and I was there whenever she needed me.

(Mother's Chapter: Dreaming of Relatives)

In a peaceful and harmonious family, the television in the living room continued to play late-night programs. However, in one of the bedrooms, the door was open, and two naked bodies lay on the bed, their bodies still damp with sweat, and there was a wet patch on the sheets.

A forty-year-old woman lay sprawled on the floor, male semen oozing from her genitals. A boy of only seventeen or eighteen lay on top of her, both motionless like the dead, or perhaps paralyzed from exhaustion and unconscious. Why were these two, so different in age, lying on the same bed? Well… the story begins!

Zhang Mei, forty years old, was a typical housewife. Though forty, she was well-maintained and looked only in her early thirties. While not possessing the beauty of Xi Shi or Diao Chan, she had a classical charm. Even more captivating was her refined and noble air; her figure was perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin—truly a combination of inner and outer beauty.

Li Mingxian, eighteen, was a high school student facing his college entrance exams. He was handsome, resembling his mother in appearance, and while not particularly muscular, he was quite robust, often surrounded by young girls. Li Mingxian's father, fifty years old, was the owner of a trading company. He frequently traveled abroad for business, spending very little time at home—almost only a few days a year.

Li Mingxian had lived with his mother since childhood, and their bond was deeper than most. Zhang Meiyin poured all her affection into her only son.

One sweltering summer day, Li Mingxian lay alone on the sofa in the living room, his eyes glued to the television, seemingly oblivious to his upcoming college entrance exam. His mother was wiping the floor, wearing only a thin top that revealed her two prominent nipples, and tight shorts that accentuated her large buttocks.

Zhang Meiyin happened to be wiping in front of the television, and as she bent over, her two large, white breasts were clearly visible, swaying back and forth with her movements. Because his mother was blocking the television, Li Mingxian's eyes were caught on her breasts.

For a hot-blooded young man, this was an immense temptation; he thought to himself: "My mother's breasts are so big." Looking at his mother's figure again—her high, rounded buttocks and exquisite waist—his lower body instantly hardened, and he kept swallowing hard. His mother's constant swaying back and forth further aroused his lust; he really wanted to pounce on her.

Suddenly, a soft voice pulled him back to his fantasy world. "Xiaoming, aren't you going to study? I bet you won't do well on your exams this year."

Xiaoming replied, "Oh…! I'm going right now." His eyes kept glancing at the spring-like opening beneath his mother's clothes.

Back in his room, he didn't study, just stared blankly at the scene he'd just witnessed, thinking: How come I never noticed how beautiful my mother's figure and face were? I'm having sex with those developing girls every day; my mother's mature beauty is real beauty. I must find a way to have sex with her.

In the following days, Xiaoming frequently planned his lustful schemes. One day, his mother argued with his father on the phone. Because his mother was in a bad mood, she drank a lot after dinner that night. Xiaoming drank with his mother, seeing her face flush and her cursing his father for being heartless and not a man, making her live a widow's life. Xiaoming thought: Today is the perfect day to get my mother drunk. Looking at his mother, who was already somewhat tipsy, he felt even more delighted.

"Mom, don't be sad. Dad isn't here for you, but I'm here. I'll never leave you."

Zhang Mei was both happy and sad upon hearing her son's words. She was happy for her son's filial piety, but sad for her husband's neglect over the past few years. She never imagined that tonight would bring such a significant change, nor did she expect that her beloved son was eyeing her.

"Xiaoming, Mom knows you're filial to me, but you'll have a wife in the future, so you must treat her well. Don't be like your father, neglecting your family. Mom doesn't expect anything from you in the future, I only hope you can marry a good wife and give me a grandson."

"Mom, I will. I've already found a good wife." She thought to herself: Not just a grandson, but also your son. Xiaoming kept pouring wine for his mother, his desire already unbearable, his penis so hard it felt like it was about to burst through his pants.

"Mom, we won't sleep until we're drunk tonight,"

Zhang Meiyin said, slightly tipsy. "Xiaoming, Mom can get drunk, but you're young, so drink less and don't develop this bad habit."

"Mom, I won't, I can hold my liquor pretty well." After an hour of drinking, his mother slumped onto the table. Xiaoming gently shook her, "Mom, you're drunk, let me carry you back to your room." His mother still didn't respond, her body limp and lifeless.

Xiaoming picked up his mother, looking at her red lips, and couldn't resist giving her a light kiss before carrying her to her room. Xiaoming watched his mother lying on the bed, taking off her clothes, a smile playing on her lips. Naked, he slowly removed his mother's clothes.

Poor Zhang Meiyin, still drunk on her own bed, felt a chill but was oblivious. Then, his mother lay naked before him, and he couldn't believe the beauty on the bed was his mother. High breasts, pink nipples, her fair skin flushed pink from the alcohol, and thick pubic hair on her lower abdomen couldn't conceal her prominent vulva.

Xiao Ming could no longer appreciate it; all he wanted now was to possess his mother, to penetrate her body with his penis. His mouth sucked on his mother's breasts, while one hand reached into her vagina, constantly rubbing her clitoris.

Zhang Mei felt electric currents coursing through her body, her lower body incredibly pleasurable, and she involuntarily began to moan. "Mmm...oh!" She was unaware that she was being played with by her beloved son, thinking she was dreaming. Xiao Ming

felt his mother's vagina begin to wet, her juices flowing freely, soaking her entire vulva. The juices dripped down his fingers; he had never seen so much juices before, never imagining his mother would be like this. When his fingers entered his mother's vagina, it felt like a carp's mouth sucking on them; he had never imagined his mother's vagina was such a rare find.

Xiao Ming could no longer tease her; he spread his mother's legs, lay on top of her, and kissed her. When his penis touched the entrance of her vagina, the excitement was indescribable. Zhang Mei felt a hot body pressing against her, and something hard and hot pressing against her lower body. She thought her erotic dream was so real, and she wished it could be like this every day. She held her lover in her dream with both hands.

Xiao Ming's buttocks sank down, and he heard his mother's "Ah..." He felt his penis being tightly sucked by his mother's cunt. The wet and hot sensation reached his brain, and he began to thrust in and out incessantly, each time reaching his cervix before stopping.

Zhang Mei felt a big, hot rod constantly going in and out of her body, and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her cunt began to instinctively suck on the penis inside her, her legs hooked around her lover's waist, and her hands grabbed his buttocks and squeezed them inwards, her hips twitching from time to time.

"Mmm... Oh! So good... My dear... My little sister is about to ascend to heaven! Ah... Coming... Ah... I'm coming!"

Xiao Ming felt a heat on his glans, and a stream of hot liquid spurted out, scalding his penis uncomfortably. The mother's vaginal fluids soaked her entire genitals. Xiaoming lifted her legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting, this time deeper. With each thrust, the mother screamed, like a pig being slaughtered, especially when his penis was withdrawn, her vagina seemed to suck it back in.

Zhang Meiyin experienced five or six orgasms from her son's penetration! "Oh...I...can't...take it...I'm going to die...um...um...it's hitting my cervix again...ah...my good brother...um...I'm going to come!"

Xiaoming increased his speed, a shiver ran down his spine, his body trembled, and an overwhelming pleasure surged forth as he ejaculated deep into his mother's uterus. Zhang Meiyin felt a burning sensation in her uterus, and a gush of hot semen also shot out. She felt dizzy and fainted.

When she woke up the next day, still lingering in the passion of the previous night, she opened her eyes to find herself naked, with a naked man lying beside her. She felt both ashamed and angry. Looking closer, she realized it was her beloved son. She couldn't believe the man she'd slept with the previous night was her son, and she burst into tears, utterly helpless.

"Oh my god! This...this...how could this happen?"

Xiaoming was awakened by his mother's crying. Seeing her sobbing, he hugged her and said, "Mom, it's my fault, I shouldn't have done that."

His mother cried, "It's not your fault, we were both drunk, that's why we committed such a terrible crime."

"Mom, no, I took advantage of you while you were drunk."

"Son, Mom doesn't blame you, it's our fault for being so foolish. The mistake has been made, and blaming us is useless."

"Mom..." Xiaoming hugged his naked mother again, his lips deeply kissing hers, his tongue occasionally slipping inside. His mother also extended her tongue, and the two were pressed tightly together once more.

From that day on, Zhang Mei had sex with her son every day, but always insisted that he wear a condom, afraid of getting pregnant. Until a few days before Xiaoming joined the army, Xiaoming took off the condom when his mother wasn't looking and ejaculated into her uterus, just wanting to get her pregnant so that his child could be with her.

Six months after he joined the army, his mother came to see Xiaoming, heavily pregnant. By then, his mother had already divorced his father, and his father had given her a considerable sum of money. Seeing his mother's smiling face with her pregnant belly, Xiaoming hugged her and said, "Mom, I told you I'd definitely marry a good wife, now you believe me, right?"

Zhang Mei rolled her eyes, "That's right! In a few months, I'll have a grandson to hold, and you'll have a child too. You'll be a dad soon, and you'll still call me Mom..."

(The End) 05-01
Mother's Story: Love for Mother

in a Small Town My home is in a small town in the north. It's called a town, but it's really just a residential area traversed by a decent provincial highway. Behind the densely packed two-story houses on both sides are endless rice paddies, so the livelihoods of the townspeople, besides going out to work, are still traditional farming.

Although I left there ten years ago, my name is still probably known to everyone in the town, because I am the town's shame. I have only ever had one woman, and that is my mother. My sex life is also very simple. For so many years, I have only had sex with my biological mother. My incestuous relationship with my mother is a permanent topic of conversation among the idle people in the town, and it may never disappear.

I was seventeen. I was a good student; the teachers in town all said I could get into university. Having studied so much, I didn't look like a typical farm boy at all—I was as thin as a bean sprout!

To others, my family was like any other ordinary family in town: well-fed, living a slow-paced, comfortable life. But in my childhood memories, home was terrifying and cold.

My father was the clerk of the town's Party branch. He always had slicked-back hair, wore cheap suits, and had a somewhat city-man's air about him. He attended meetings, read newspapers, and conducted inspections; he held a small amount of power in town.

But to me as a child, my father was like a demon because he would often beat my mother for no reason at night. During the day, he was kind and even considerate towards her, but at night he became a different person. Once, twice, three times, I finally realized my father was sick; he was ill.

My mother and I were very close from childhood. She was an extremely gentle woman who loved and protected me. Because of my father's violence, my mother and I weakly avoided him, clinging to each other, desperately shutting ourselves off.

Perhaps it was this intense dependence, accumulating year by year, that gradually evolved from the depths of my heart into a deep, inseparable bond, leading my mother and me down a path of moral depravity from which there was no return.

I remember that night, my father again assaulted me in the middle of the night, and my mother cried and screamed as she fled to my attic. I pulled away the ladder, and my father screamed and pounded on it from below, but to no avail. Normally, this would have been another ordinary night for our family. My mother and I would have squeezed onto the small bed in my attic, where we could barely stand up straight, embracing each other and weeping until we were exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

But that night was different. My father had probably just finished having sex with my mother and then became violent again. My mother had fled upstairs naked, her body still damp. That night, I felt none of the usual pain. Instead, an indescribable heat swelled within me, and my mother's two full, snow-white breasts almost filled my entire field of vision.

Although they were no longer covered by clothing, these two high mounds of flesh hardly sagged! The translucent, snow-white breasts were perfectly rounded, resembling ripe peaches—firm, full, and brimming with juicy sweetness, making one yearn to take a bite!

The two delicate nipples, though not large, were tender and erect, like plump little cherries, adorning the round, white breasts, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene… I

struggled to restrain myself for a long time, until the room grew increasingly hot, until I lost control. I closed my eyes, my hands trembling like wild horses, and covered my mother's erect breasts.

My mother's breasts were unusually full, smooth and supple like thin-skinned, thick-lipped fruits. Their weighty elasticity brought an unprecedented stimulating sensation, making my blood boil and causing me to act recklessly. My lips trembled as I captured my mother's warm lips, my hands wantonly kneading her round, soft breasts.

I went crazy, my penis uncontrollably erect, pressing against my mother's warm, smooth thighs. My mother didn't push me away or cry out; at first, she just gripped my back tightly with both hands. Gradually, her body began to writhe, and soft moans began to escape her lips…

In an instant, the attic transformed into a sauna. My mother and I were passionately intertwined on the bed, caressing and kissing each other. Her breath, sweet as orchids, caressed my chest, and her smooth legs rubbed against my genitals. Finally, we made love.

I never imagined my first sexual experience would be with my own mother. That night, I ejaculated for the first time, but in my impatient movements, at the very moment of ejaculation, my penis slipped out of my mother's vagina, and a large glob of semen shot onto her plump thighs and the sheets.

My first time was only with my mother. Because when my mother and I had just finished making love, and we were still in the daze of incest, my grandmother, as usual, got up and called my mother downstairs. Whenever my parents argued, my grandmother always acted as a mediator. My face was burning hot, and I looked helplessly at my mother. She hurriedly pulled a sheet over herself and rushed downstairs.

Many years later, my mother told me that after returning to the big bed, my father suddenly became sexually aroused and wanted to have sex again. My mother desperately resisted, covering herself tightly, because she was afraid that my father would touch her lower body, which was covered in my sticky bodily fluids.

After that, I developed a deep hatred for the night, because my father usually slept with my mother every night. The heart-wrenching feeling of watching helplessly was beyond description! In fact, my heart was breaking, and I was driven almost mad with jealousy. For

a period of time afterward, I never had sex with my mother again. When I saw my mother, I felt a mixture of longing and shame, and my mother would always awkwardly avoid me when she saw me. But from that day on, I began to quietly share the housework with my mother. Sometimes, seeing the worry and heartache in her eyes, I felt that everything I did was worthwhile.

I also tried to be close to my mother again, hugging her when no one was around. At first, she would blush and run away as soon as I touched her, but gradually, she would only struggle a little and let me hug her for a while.

After a while, my mother would allow me to touch her under her clothes. Sometimes, when she was excited, I could put my hand inside her clothes. My mother's lower abdomen was very smooth and soft, and I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it. Not

long after, I fell off a mountain.

The fall happened a month before the college entrance examination. I was collecting firewood for the family. Originally, this was something my mother did, but now I would always go directly into the mountains to collect firewood after school. My mother had tried to stop me many times with her anxious eyes, but I still persisted.

That day, it was raining heavily, and the firewood I was carrying was too much and too heavy. I don't know how far I walked or how much time passed before I got lost. I felt a blur before my eyes, as if I had walked into a pitch-black, endless tunnel.

I kept walking, but I couldn't find the exit. I was terrified. In my panic, I suddenly vaguely heard my mother calling me, and I desperately walked towards the direction of the sound. Finally, I saw a glimmer of light, and I walked even faster.

The surroundings grew brighter and brighter, there was a white expanse, and a blurry yet very familiar figure. The figure became clearer and clearer, and I heard my mother's joyful voice as if in a dream: "Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng... Thank God... you're awake."

I finally saw clearly: above me was the ceiling of my attic. My mother was wiping away tears of joy, holding my hand tightly. Her face was haggard, her eyes bloodshot. A crowd of people surrounded me.

Looking at my mother's weary face, I couldn't remember what had happened. I stared at her in confusion. Suddenly, my head felt like it was about to explode. I closed my eyes, and everything seemed so unreal, I couldn't tell if it was real or not. I drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke up again, it was noon three days later. I was lying quietly alone, having figured everything out. I heard a commotion downstairs, knowing that everyone had just finished lunch.

Soon after, my mother creaked up the attic to feed me and talk to me. After the accident, my mother no longer avoided me, always staying by my side, talking to me, changing my bandages, and feeding me.

My mother was much thinner than before, looking even more frail. Her cheeks were flushed, and her body trembled slightly. I guessed that my mother had been taking care of me like this for the past few days, and an uncontrollable impulse quietly welled up inside me.

"Mother, I..." I didn't know what to say. "I'm all better now, it's nothing." My mind went blank as I looked at my mother, not knowing what to say.

"Oh!" My mother's body trembled slightly, and her face flushed red. "Silly child, Mother won't let you do so many things anymore. Mother will do them."

Looking at my mother's beautiful face, I felt it was all worth it. A wave of warmth rose from my heart, and I mustered up my courage and hugged my mother. "Mother... I... I'll do it... I'll do it... so that Mother won't be... tired..." My mother twisted her body, her face still flushed, but she still buried her face in my arms.

I whispered firmly in her ear, "Mother, I...I...as long as you're happy. I...I want to live with you."

My mother looked up at me, her face flushed with embarrassment, and after a long pause, she said, "Xiaofeng, there are many good women in this world. When we meet another one, I'll sell the house and land to marry her for you."

I quickly covered my mother's mouth with my hand, "Mother, even if she's an angel, I don't want her. I just want to live with you for the rest of my life. Mother...I...I want you."

"Xiao..." I couldn't wait for my mother to finish speaking. I lifted her chin, boldly lowered my head, and kissed her tender red lips.

My mother was extremely embarrassed and awkwardly pushed me away, "...Your father...and grandmother...are both here..." I couldn't care less. I held her tightly in my arms, my erect penis pressed against her soft belly, arousing the surging desire between us.

My mother's tightly closed teeth were finally gently opened by me, and my tongue slipped inside, intertwining with hers, absorbing the sweet fragrance. My hand stealthily touched my mother's breasts, gently caressing her soft flesh and teasing her slightly erect, rosy nipples.

Soon, my mother responded; her delicate tongue no longer shyly avoided my passion, and her hands actively climbed onto my body, pressing her soft, fragrant body even closer to mine.

Even now, I could hardly believe it was real. But I couldn't care less. At this moment, I wanted to release all my love and savor this hard-won sweetness with my mother.

"Xiaofeng, no...don't do this, you're just recovered, don't...later...later...later...Mother...will do as you please..." My mother's shy voice was almost inaudible.

My desire was uncontrollable; I pounced on her, pinning her to the bed and showering her with passionate kisses. My mother instinctively turned her head away, dodging my kisses. But her arms hung limply at her sides, offering no resistance whatsoever.

I pressed my lips to her fresh, fruity lips again, exchanging saliva in my mother's warm, moist mouth. As I kissed her, I quietly reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, subtly stripping away her smooth flesh.

A fleeting glance revealed a vast expanse of white, full breasts. A black lace bra accentuated her full breasts, but couldn't completely cover them, instead making their shapely contours even more alluring!

"Mother...so beautiful!" I exclaimed sincerely. "Mmm..." my mother murmured shyly.

I eagerly reached down to her smooth back, pulling and tugging impatiently, until my mother's bra swayed precariously and fell down. Her white breasts were exposed at the top, the two round, firm mounds pressing against each other, forming a very deep cleavage.

Steam rose again from the small pavilion. During our repeated acts of intercourse, my mother moaned urgently, gently unhooking her bra behind her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her full, white breasts immediately emerged, bouncing into my hands.

I held my breath, cupping her breasts in my hands and gently shaking them, carefully feeling their heavy weight. It felt as if all my senses were concentrated in my fingertips. —What in the world could be more blush-inducing, more sinful, more exhilarating than a son grasping his mother's breasts?

Overwhelmed with excitement, I kneaded her breasts vigorously, squeezing those two round, snow-white mounds. Then I lowered my head and kissed this symbol of motherhood, my tongue tracing the pale brown areolas, making incredibly seductive "cheep, cheep" sounds.

My mother almost cried out, her arms tightly encircling my neck, pressing my head against her chest. I noticed her delicate nipples were erect from the spreading areolas, looking like luscious purple grapes, incredibly alluring in both color and shape, embodying a mature woman's radiant beauty…

“Mother…Mother…” I murmured softly, my teeth gently tapping the increasingly erect nipple, my nimble tongue teasing the very tip, greedily tasting and sucking, as if milk were truly flowing from there…

“…Xiao Feng…Oh…Xiao Feng…” My mother closed her eyes, tilting her head back, panting heavily, desperately trying to suppress her cries, uttering passionate murmurs.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around my neck, pressing my head tightly against her chest. My face buried between her high, firm breasts, it felt like being pressed down by two mountains, almost suffocating me.

After a while, my mother and I reluctantly separated. My mother sighed, leaning softly against my arm, her breasts prominently displayed, rising and falling with her rapid breathing, still glistening with traces of saliva. Seizing

the opportunity, before she could fully recover, I quickly removed her half-undone top, then loosened her belt… In no time, my mother's mature, alabaster-like body was gradually exposed, almost completely naked except for a pink silk lace panty barely covering her private area. With

a gentle push, I gently pushed my mother into the bed and began to caress her long, slender, white legs. As my fingers slipped between her closed legs, mischievously tracing the tender flesh of her inner thighs, my mother's body trembled. Her cheeks suddenly flushed red, and a strange expression appeared on her pretty face. She shyly curled her pink legs up.

I was puzzled. My gaze followed the curve of her legs upwards, and I was immediately stunned—her pink panties were wet, with a coin-sized stain prominently displayed in the middle, particularly noticeable under the light, faintly revealing two small, curved labia…

A rush of heat to my head, my brain spinning, I almost didn't know what I was doing. I only vaguely felt my hands frantically pulling and tugging, and heard screams in my ears…

When I regained consciousness, my mother was completely naked. Her long legs were spread wide apart, and her mysterious private parts were fully exposed to my view! I brought my face close, greedily looking at her. Her two plump labia were closed together, and a few glistening dewdrops were slowly seeping out…

Ah, this is where I was born! It is both my homeland in my chaotic past and my paradise from now on…

I was so excited that I forgot myself. My hands cupped her vulva, feeling the tenderness of her skin. With my fingertips, the tightly closed petals slightly parted, revealing the alluring entrance to her paradise.

“Oh…” My mother’s snow-white body arched, and she let out another beautiful moan.

Her face was flushed, and her watery eyes were full of seductive charm. She seemed to have lost all her strength, lying limply and letting me do whatever I wanted. I could no longer restrain myself. I stripped myself naked, my long but erect penis springing up proudly, pointing defiantly into the air.

I clumsily grasped my penis and guided it to the crevice of my mother's slightly parted vulva. The moment the engorged glans touched her tender labia, we both shuddered!

"Ah..." my mother murmured weakly, her voice almost inaudible. At that moment, her tone didn't sound like a mother admonishing her child, but rather like a weak woman facing a conqueror.

Perhaps because I was too dazed from our last lovemaking, I tried several times, but my penis slipped and veered off course! I couldn't get it right, and in my frantic efforts, my forehead was covered in sweat.

My mother closed her eyes in shame and shifted her hips to adjust her position. My pent-up cock immediately found its way, smoothly squeezing into the crevice of my mother's vagina, beginning to penetrate her body inch by inch! Her

narrow, juicy cunt immediately contracted, the incredibly tight embrace making me unable to suppress the urge to ejaculate! I let out a hoarse roar, thrusting my hips forward violently! My cock, which had been mostly exposed, suddenly pierced in, completely penetrating her overflowing, juicy cunt!

"Ah—" My mother finally let out a sharp scream, watching helplessly as my cock was fully inside her, our genitals now completely joined together, without any gap between us.

Suddenly, she reached out and pulled the floorboards to cover the stairwell, then her body suddenly became burning hot, her warm lips frantically kissing my eyebrows, nose, and mouth, as if she had completely let go.

I was greatly excited, my cock mechanically moving in and out of her beautiful cunt like a wound-up toy, the tip scraping against the soft inside, almost reaching its full depth with each thrust. The head of my penis slammed heavily against my mother's cervix, bringing a slight burning pain, but the feeling inside me was increasingly pleasurable and stimulating!

"Good... Xiaofeng... ahh..." A series of soul-stirring cries escaped from my mother's lips.

I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, the sounds of our bodies colliding, "slap, slap, slap," combined with the lewd sounds of our genitals rubbing together, echoing in the quiet attic, making my blood boil even more.

My mother completely lost control, shaking her head wildly, her body heaving up and down in perfect rhythm with my movements. At this moment, she had thrown aside all moral taboos, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex.

And her full, naked breasts swayed seductively with the rhythm of her body's movements. At first, I only made slight circles, but as my movements intensified, her two round, snow-white breasts trembled more and more violently, as if showing off their elasticity and weight, tracing sexy parabolas that dazzled my eyes.

Time slowly passed as my mother and I succumbed to our bestial physical union, engaging in unrestrained and intense intercourse, committing the most shameless and immoral act in the world. Feelings of guilt welled up in my heart from time to time, but it was precisely this pleasure mixed with sin that gave us even greater stimulation...

I don't know how long we went on like this, but suddenly, my mother's whole body stiffened abruptly, and her cunt contracted violently in a spasm. At the same time, her moans became high-pitched and piercing, constantly calling my name. Her two long, slender legs wrapped around my buttocks, desperately squeezing and pressing, as if trying to stuff my whole body into her cunt...

"Ah...ah...faster...Xiaofeng...ah ah..." Hearing my mother's dazed and frantic cries, I was suddenly filled with a proud sense of accomplishment—so I could be this powerful, actually making my own mother climax...

Thinking of this, I could no longer hold back. I grabbed my mother's smooth, lustful buttocks and thrust my penis as deep as possible, shouting, "Mother, I...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..."

"Xiaofeng...good son...ah ah..." Before I could finish speaking, my waist went numb, and an irresistible wave of pleasure surged through my limbs. My glans throbbed, spurting out scalding semen, shooting unreservedly deep into my mother's convulsing cunt…

“Oh my god… ahh… oh my god…” My mother moaned with unrestrained pleasure, her face contorted with extreme ecstasy. Her arms wrapped around my back, her mature, voluptuous body trembling as she received wave after wave of my thick semen…

Half a minute passed before I had completely ejaculated my first time. My penis went limp, sliding out of her warm, moist cunt. Then, I witnessed a breathtaking scene—

my mother's vulva gently undulated, her bright red labia slightly parted, and a stream of cloudy white fluid flowed out! My semen flowed from my mother's cunt! I lay down weakly, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, a weariness that seemed to kill me gradually enveloping my body. In my mother's warm embrace, I drifted into a daze…

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away with both hands! Her cheeks burned like fire as she frantically pulled up her trousers and coat…

I was at a loss, my mind blank…

A few seconds later, I realized what was happening. There was a creaking sound coming from downstairs, followed by a loud knocking on the door!

“Who…who is it?” my mother asked in a trembling voice, hurriedly kicking her underwear under the bed.

“What’s wrong? The bed is making so much noise.”

“Xiao Feng did it.”

“It’s Grandma.”

“No…nothing, it just hurts a bit while I was changing my dressing, and the child couldn’t help it.” My mother’s face was flushed from the afterglow of sex.

“Useless, making such a fuss over such a small pain…” Grandma muttered.

“Come down and clear the table.”

“Coming, coming.” My mother hesitated, wanting to bend down for her underwear, but then immediately went down. I lay happily on the bed, watching my mother’s disheveled hair, her tired expression, and her pubic hair, matted and sticky with my love fluid. That alluring, captivating charm was like a rose nourished by rain and dew.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, as easily as holding a kitten, and gently placed her back on the bed. My burning hot penis throbbed restlessly, and my mother, her face flushed, blushed and couldn't open her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes trembling tenderly.

Her embarrassed expression was incredibly endearing. "...Voice...too loud...Grandma and the others are here. You've just recovered from your illness, and you're still weak. Doing that kind of thing is bad for your health."

I let my burning gaze roam over my mother's snow-white, graceful body, passionately kissing her lips, mumbling, "Mother...I...want...I want..." I relentlessly kneaded her soft, white breasts.

My mother breathed softly, her heart softening, and she silently closed her eyes, blushing and then turning her head away in embarrassment. "Gently...gently...you rascal." Having received permission, I pounced on her again, lying on my mother's soft, pink body, kissing and sucking incessantly on her snow-white neck and soft breasts, even kissing her round, smooth pink arms all over.

My mother lay quietly like a docile kitten, too shy to move, letting me tease her body wantonly. Unable to resist such provocation, her body flushed and hot, her cherry-like nipples hardening and erect under my sucking, wet and glistening with a tempting aroma. From her small nostrils came soft, seductive moans.

I gently pinched her nipples with my fingertips and whispered in her ear, "Mother, does it feel good?" This made her close her eyes even tighter and turn her face away. I loved seeing her shy, so I showered her with even hotter kisses.

I gently parted her rounded, long thighs, revealing her hot, wet vulva completely. I gently placed my hand on her vulva, feeling her body shudder.

I closed my eyes slightly and gently massaged it, feeling the soft, warm moisture from my palm. To ease my mother's tension, I was very gentle, kissing her thighs softly and repeatedly. As she relaxed, I increased the intensity of my movements.

I gently parted her labia, revealing her wet, tender, and rosy vulva. Her vulva was now overflowing with moisture, dripping with my semen, and I trembled with excitement.

I gently pinched her erect nipples, and she couldn't help but cry out again. Her alluring moans made my heart tremble. I mustered my courage and slowly inserted a finger into her vulva.

The tight, virginal sensation enveloped my finger. I only slightly rotated my finger, and it caused her to tremble and moan, her warm, thick love juices flowing even more profusely from between my fingers.

"Mother, I'm going in again," I whispered in her ear, my hot, hard penis pressing eagerly against her soft, wet vulva. My mother opened her eyes and nervously grabbed my arm.

"Xiao Feng..." Before she could finish, I silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss.

I reached down and parted her pubic hair, grasping my erect penis and aiming it at her vulva. The large head of my penis probed into her labia, and just as her thighs trembled, I arched my back and thrust my penis deep inside her.

"Ah!" My mother groaned involuntarily, her face flushed, and she hurriedly grabbed a pair of trousers to cover her mouth. I kissed her passionately. Looking at this woman in my arms, whom I loved and ravaged, my heart was filled with turmoil, for she was my own mother.

I vowed to make my mother a happy and fulfilled woman in my lifetime, to make up for the emptiness and pain my father had caused her all these years. After so many trials, I no longer felt the guilt of incest; now I only wanted to deeply experience the excitement and passion unique to incest.

My penis and my mother's cunt rubbed and squeezed tightly together, releasing waves of pleasure. I could no longer control myself. With heavy breaths, my penis thrust harder and harder, meeting the endless flow of her juices, penetrating the layers of soft, tender flesh pressing against me, my huge glans repeatedly striking my mother's tender womb.

My mother and I were getting better and better at coordinating, each thrust in and out, each receiving and pushing, perfectly synchronized, indescribably wonderful, like a loving couple who had been together for many years. My mother's fair thighs instinctively hooked around my waist, pressing tightly against me, welcoming my insatiable demands.

The fire of lust continued to rise. My large hands tightly gripped my mother's slender waist, my hot, erect penis repeatedly thrusting in and out of her soft flower path. My sweat dripped onto my mother's delicate skin, flowing between her full breasts, mingling with her fragrant sweat, a scene that was exceptionally stimulating.

This fueled my burning desire, and I couldn't help but lower my head, licking my mother's wet, erect nipples. I could clearly feel her sweaty body pressed against my dark, strong frame, trembling and writhing, so fragile and helpless.

With my final, deep thrust, my large glans sank deep into her core. My mother arched her back, barely able to bear it, tightly closing her eyes, accepting this baptism of love.

Hot fluid gushed forth, overflowing her flower garden. My mother and I embraced tightly, trembling in each other's arms, sharing the tender afterglow of pleasure.

After the frenzied climax, my mother was exhausted, collapsing limply into my arms. I wrapped my left arm around her neck and my right arm around her legs, letting her lean against me, half-asleep, half-awake.

At this moment, my mother no longer struggled; she had no strength to struggle, and she didn't want to struggle anymore. I gazed at my mother's naked body, savoring the pleasure of our passionate union, a satisfaction I had never felt before filling my heart.

Her hair lay scattered on the pillow, a few stray strands falling across her face, the ends brushing against the corners of her mouth; her brows were furrowed, her eyes lightly closed. I watched as her pale face flushed with desire, making her even more alluring; her moist lips were slightly upturned, revealing two clear teeth marks on her lower lip—marks left from when she bit down to suppress her cries of pleasure during orgasm.

Looking at her weary face, I pressed my lips to her cheek, gently licking away the warm beads of sweat, kissing her wet eyes, tracing the bridge of her nose, and finally pressing my lips firmly against her red lips, sucking hard.

My mother's lips trembled slightly, seemingly still immersed in a tiring dream. One arm dangled over the edge of the bed, the other curled up against her abdomen. As the climax gradually subsided, her breasts were no longer so swollen and full, beginning to sag like two bloated water bags; her nipples were no longer erect, and her areolas were gradually fading.

My hand quietly climbed up again, grasping one of my mother's breasts and slowly kneading it. This breast that had once nourished me was so soft, so full. On the other side, I pinched the nipple, which had become erect from the stimulation, with my fingers, pressing my entire palm against the hemispherical, full breast and rotating and caressing it.

Suddenly, my mother looked up, gazing at me solemnly, and said, "Xiaofeng, if... your mother and father divorce, will you... will you want me?"

"Yes... I'll live with you, Mother," I said firmly, my face flushed. My mother's eyes brightened, and a look of relief appeared on her weathered face. She murmured, "Luckily, I still have Xiaofeng..."

A sudden warmth welled up inside me, an irrepressible surge of emotion. I said emotionally, "I want to be good to you, Mother! I'll never be separated from you!... I... I want you, Mother."

"Silly child!" My mother smiled faintly, saying softly, "In a few years, I'll be old... and you'll grow up and get married. How can you stay by my side forever..."

"No, I won't get married!" I said stubbornly, resolutely, "I don't want anyone else in this life! As long as you're with me, that's enough!"

My mother listened intently, a blush creeping across her cheeks, too moved to speak. Her lips moved for a moment, then she suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably onto my shoulder.

That afternoon, my mother and I had sex three times. My mother and I had started to fall in love. She always looked sweet when she saw me, and I felt an indescribable warmth when I saw her. I always rushed to do the work before her, and she would often lovingly wipe my sweat.

But we hardly had any chance to make love anymore. Firstly, my father was around, and secondly, my grandmother was always showing up. In the next two months, I only had sex with my mother once hastily in the rice pile while turning the rice in the shed; another time, in the kitchen, my penis was already inside my mother's vagina when my grandmother came again, leaning on her cane, which scared my mother and me away.

A month later, the town high school recommended me to go to the county high school to retake the exam, saying that I had a good chance of getting into university. This was a great thing in our town, and the whole family was very happy. My mother was overjoyed, and relatives and friends kept praising me for being promising.

The county was over 200 li (approximately 100 kilometers) from the town, and the county high school didn't have boarding facilities, so the town high school specially paid for a small two-room apartment for me there. The town's education bureau chief even asked my parents to come with me to take care of my studies.

So my father asked the town committee for leave, borrowed a truck, loaded it with my belongings, and took me to school. The truck was very old; the cab could only seat four people, and with all the stuff piled up, my father sat in the passenger seat, leaving only one seat in the back. My father asked my mother to carry me to the back, but I protested, "I'm not a little kid anymore, why should Mom carry me? Let me carry Mom instead."

My father laughed and said, "How much do you weigh, kid? Can you carry your mother?"

"Ask Mom if I can carry her!" My mother, hearing my pointed remark, lightly patted me. "Alright, alright, that's enough. If we keep talking, it'll be dark." When I got in the truck, I saw my mother's face was flushed.

The car started moving. My father was excited, turning around to talk to us every now and then. My mother sat on my lap, her hands gripping the back of the seat in front of her. I looked at her delicate neck, her soft, fleshy buttocks bouncing on my lap due to the bumpy road.

We hadn't been driving for long when I reached down and gently touched her thigh. She gave me a reproachful look and turned away. Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs. She involuntarily squeezed her legs together, stopping me from going any further.

My penis was already hard. I pulled her waist back, then forcefully spread her thighs, pulling down her trousers through her thighs and taking out my hard penis, placing it between her thighs.

My mother blushed, looking at my excited father in front of her. She covered the head of my penis, which was peeking out from her thighs, with one hand, rhythmically squeezing it with her palm. Finally, I almost pulled her trousers down from behind.

The car bounced more and more violently, and my mother on my lap began to react differently. She leaned forward, her hands almost limp, her body arching, her buttocks sticking up. Good heavens, I could clearly feel her hot, semi-circular mounds. Suddenly, the car lurched, and my glans, through my mother's thin trousers, shoved into her cunt.

"Ah," my mother cried softly.

"What's wrong?" my father asked.

"Nothing, just bumped my head." She secretly pinched my flesh. Never mind, it's already like this, I'll just go for it. I grabbed my mother's bare legs and spread them wide, and now my penis was fully inside.

We moved with the car like this. I couldn't help but hug my mother tightly, grabbing her full breasts and kneading them. We moved faster, outside the car it was raining and dark, as if the whole world consisted only of us, mother and son. Perhaps it was too much tension, but inside my mother, it was hot and tight, and soon a stream of semen shot out from me.

Afterwards, my mother, her face flushed, slumped weakly into my arms. She quietly pulled over a white cloth and secretly wiped her genitals, drying off the semen that had splattered everywhere. But that day, because we were inexperienced and didn't know how to drive, we were only focused on keeping an eye on my father and didn't pay attention to the driver, who vaguely saw something in the rearview mirror.

Later, one time when he was drunk, he told someone, "Qiu. The town magistrate's son is good at his studies, thanks to his mother's body. He even touched his mother's breasts in the car!"

"What? You don't believe me? Let me tell you, I saw him grope his mother's breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it."

"Ha, brother, let me tell you, the town magistrate's wife and son definitely have something going on. Don't believe me? Don't be so sure, his son definitely slept with his mother."

"What evidence? The day they got off the car, I found a piece of cloth on the back seat of my car. Hey, it smelled fishy, it was all the fluid from when men and women do it. It was him and his mother doing it on the back seat, wasn't it from him sleeping with his mother?"

After a day, we cleaned up the house in the city. Father suggested that Mother keep it for now, saying that he had some things to do in town and needed to go back for a few days, and that he also needed to send the milk to Aunt's house again. As soon as Father closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug Mother, go into the inner room and close the door, ignoring that Father was still downstairs, and begged Mother for sex.

Along the way, my mother had already aroused me, and knowing how hard I had been holding back these past few days, she didn't refuse. She let me quickly strip her naked and we started having sex on the bed.

After dinner that evening, I took my mother's hand and went for a walk by the small river behind the house. No one knew us there yet, so we could embrace each other freely. As we walked, my mother suddenly said in a sorrowful tone, "Xiaofeng, we can't live together... Mother... I'll find you a companion... It's not good to always sleep with... always sleep with Mother..."

My face flushed red as I shouted, "Mother... I don't want to get married... I only want Mother... If we can't get married... we... we'll be husband and wife... I'll stay with Mother."

My mother was moved and suddenly hugged me tightly, kissing my cheeks repeatedly, murmuring, "Thank you... my good son... Mother is so happy..."

"Mother... let's learn from Uncle Xiaohei." I also hugged her delicate body and swore, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave Mother, I only want Mother as my woman, and I will only sleep with Mother."

My mother's face flushed red, and she asked shyly, "Like Uncle Xiaohei?"

"Yes!" I said firmly.

Xiao Hei was a respected figure in the neighboring town. Back then, it was still a village, not a town, and everyone within a hundred miles knew him. In the 1950s, people were poor, and Xiao Hei's father was paralyzed. According to the village custom, a man from another household had to exchange rice for a new wife, husband, and son to take in and support. I heard that Xiao Hei was only eighteen that year. A few days before the remarriage, he suddenly disappeared. When he remarried, he somehow brought a bag of rice and married his own mother. At first, the villagers thought it was just Xiao Hei being filial and didn't break any rules, so they allowed it. But soon after, news spread that Xiao Hei and his mother had slept together, and not long after, Xiao Hei shamelessly slept with his mother in the same bed. Later , his mother even became pregnant with his child

. Thinking of all this, my mother smiled through her tears, and her soft lips covered mine. I responded passionately, our bodies pressed tightly together, feeling this dreamlike reality... until someone passed by, and we quickly separated. Our hearts understood each other, and without saying another word, we rushed home.

As soon as we entered, my mother and I couldn't help but embrace again, our lips and tongues locked in a passionate, intertwined embrace, unwilling to part. We kissed passionately while undressing each other, slowly making our way to the inner room… outerwear, trousers, stockings, skirt, and underwear, piece by piece, were stripped away, scattering across the hallway…

“Oh, why aren't you… going in?” My mother, almost breathless from my kisses, weakly raised her hand and pointed to my room.

“No… to Mother’s today!” I chuckled softly, leading my mother into her bedroom—today I would possess her in Father’s bed, only then could I truly experience the thrill of conquest and the triumphant joy of finally winning a battle!

On the large bed where my parents usually shared a pillow, my mother offered her flawless, snow-white body, responding to me with an even more ingratiating posture, passionately engaging in intercourse with me. Just as I ejaculated my hot, thick semen into her womb without spilling a drop, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly resounded from the sky, and a torrential downpour of raindrops the size of soybeans began! In that instant, I glanced up unintentionally and noticed the wedding portrait of my parents hanging on the wall…

That night felt like my mother and I were entering our bridal chamber. I ejaculated intermittently throughout the night, until my penis was completely dry. In the following days, my mother acted like my wife, cooking and doing housework during the day, and waiting for me to come home in the evening. I would always go home as soon as I got out of school, eat as soon as I got home, lock the door as soon as I finished eating, and then go to bed with my mother. I lost count of how many times my mother and I made love during those days. When we were tired, I would always leave my limp penis inside my mother's vagina and rub it against her.

This was the fourth night living in the county town. With a "thud," my mother's bare, plump arm emerged from under the covers and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm, orange light instantly bathed the entire bedroom.

She turned her face, her cheeks flushed with joy, her bright eyes sparkling with happiness. With a touch of shyness and coquettishness, she said, "Silly boy, you're tired... why aren't you studying?" She buried her face in my chest, her warm body snuggling closer, nestled tightly in my arms.

I held my mother tightly. Following our recent habit, I knew that after our intimacy, my mother would "whisper" to me, hinting that she needed some tender caresses. So, I wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and gently stroked her smooth back with the other.

My mother hummed softly, as if in a dream, expressing her satisfaction and contentment. Her voice seemed to come from afar, yet also seemed to resonate directly in my heart, her sweet whispers reaching my ears: "Tonight, you made me so happy!" A warm current surged through me, and I tightened my embrace around my mother.

Before I knew it, my mother and I had been "living together" for a week. During this time, almost every place in our new home bore the marks of our lovemaking.

My mother's vigorous libido was completely ignited; we made love at least four or five times a day to satisfy each other's desires. Even so, whenever I saw even a sliver of my mother's exposed skin, I would still feel the urge to pounce on her and pin her down. Morals, taboos,

and ethics were all recklessly thrown to the back of my mind. Only now did I truly realize how lovely my mother was. Basically, every time, I received exhilarating pleasure from her; and she, in turn, displayed her ecstatic ecstasy with words of praise and amazement, filling me with a sense of manly pride and confidence...

"Who told you to be both my mother and my woman?" I whispered teasingly, close to her pink earlobe. "..." My mother let out a moan, unable to withstand the teasing, and her right hand boldly reached down to my crotch, her smooth palm grasping my penis. Even though she had just ejaculated, his penis was still erect.

She stroked it lovingly, a look of ecstasy on her face. My penis enjoyed my mother's caress, and I felt a surge of desire, a sense of masculine vigor slowly returning. Just as I was about to roll over and press myself against her again, my mother gently slipped out of my embrace, lifted the covers, and sat up.

"What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh, nothing, just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." My mother said, kissing my forehead, and prepared to get out of bed, naked.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly grabbed her, pleading, "Mom, let... let me carry you to pee!"

My mother blushed slightly, spat, and laughed, scolding, "You little devil, how can you say such crazy things!" She shook off my hand and tried to leave. But I wasn't about to give up. I pounced on her, reached under her legs, and lifted her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" My mother was startled. Before she could stop me, her naked body was pressed tightly against my chest.

She instinctively struggled a couple of times, scolding me, "Xiaofeng, you're getting more and more outrageous."

I grinned and said, "Good mother, let me hug you." As I spoke, I ran towards the bathroom, laughing and joking.

My mother immediately panicked, her delicate feet kicking and flailing wildly as she pleaded, "Xiaofeng, it's not really...it's not..."

"Of course it's real!" I impatiently kicked open the bathroom door.

My mother was both ashamed and anxious, her fists pounding my chest, her struggles becoming even more violent. But under my strong insistence, her resistance was futile. She could only watch helplessly as I lifted her delicate body, letting her upper body lean against my shoulder, my hands supporting her firm, round buttocks.

"Oh...oh..." As I kneaded her soft buttocks, my mother seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, instantly losing all her strength. Like a child, she obediently let me hold her in my arms, her legs spread wide apart, revealing her mature and alluring vulva. In the thicket of dark, glossy pubic hair, the bright red slit was slightly swollen, indicating that it had just undergone a rather intense invasion.

I strode over to the toilet, positioned my mother's snow-white, luscious buttocks above the bowl, and whispered with a chuckle, "Mom, pee!"

"No...no..." she blushed crimson, "This feels so awkward, I...I can't pee..."

I playfully pursed my lips, making a "shh, shh" whistle, while gently swaying my mother's bare buttocks, as if soothing a small baby, gentle and patient...

Before long, my mother couldn't hold back any longer. Her body writhed restlessly like a water snake, her toes pointed straight, the muscles in her thighs trembling hysterically...

Suddenly, her eyes shone with a blazing light, and she let out a low, hoarse cry: "Ouch!"

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw my mother's buttocks twitch twice, then suddenly relax! Instantly, a stream of pale yellow urine gushed from between her labia, hissing as it flowed into the toilet like a runaway faucet.

My eyes immediately lit up, staring intently at this rare sight—my mother's fair, full body trembled incessantly, overwhelmed with shame, yet unable to stop the torrent of urine…

My mother's body seemed to be aroused again, involuntarily panting, her high, round breasts quivering slightly, her nipples prominently displayed…

My mind reeled, and my arms inexplicably loosened, almost causing me to drop my arms and lose my grip on my mother. Although I managed to steady myself, her buttocks tilted to one side, and the remaining drops of urine landed on my legs, sending a warm sensation through me.

"Finished…aren't you going to put me down?" My mother struggled slightly, unable to contain her shame, and said.

I told my mother to put one leg on the tank lid to lighten the weight on my hands. Then I freed my right hand, tore off a piece of toilet paper, and ignoring her protests, carefully wiped her genitals, cleaning the remaining urine from her vulva.

After doing all this, I finally put my mother down, her bare, high breasts pressed against my skin. Without thinking, I reached out and grasped her full breasts in both hands.

My mother and I were already unable to control ourselves. I placed her on the washstand, and my penis plunged deep into her body. "Ah!" My mother and I screamed together. Her vagina was hot and wet like a volcano, and I felt my glans melting and softening. There seemed to be a huge attraction there, almost sucking me in, penis and all...

My mother groaned loudly, her snow-white breasts surging like waves. My emotions reached their peak instantly, and I thrust rapidly, suddenly ejaculating my hot semen without mercy, irrigating my mother's thirsty womb, making her scream again...

But this only lasted for four days. The next day, I rushed home as soon as class ended, and as usual, the familiar aroma of food greeted me when I opened the door. I glanced up and saw my mother busy in the kitchen.

A warm feeling instantly washed over me, filled with a sense of comfort and happiness. Without a word, I rushed over, hugged her, and planted a quick kiss on her cheek, saying with a smile, "Mom, I'm back."

Before she could answer, my hands instinctively slipped inside her collar and caressed her firm breasts. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't show her usual alluring demeanor; instead, she seemed flustered and whispered, "Xiaofeng, don't be silly..."

I felt a little strange. "Mom..." Before I could finish speaking, my mother suddenly pulled her hands away and nervously gave me several meaningful glances. Then, a familiar baritone voice rang out behind me, chuckling, "Xiaofeng's back?"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, instantly stunned—it was my father! He was back, and my aunt and the others were there too. It felt like a nightmare. I composed myself, forced a smile, and mechanically forced a couple of dry laughs, my heart a jumbled mess of emotions.

I ate this meal with extreme annoyance, forcing myself to suppress my turbulent emotions. My father and the others, on the other hand, were chatting and laughing excitedly, because my father always wanted to move to the city. Several times, my father even half-jokingly put his arm around my mother's waist. My mind went blank. My mother would always shudder as if electrocuted at such times, forcefully pushing my father away.

An indescribable bitterness and resentment welled up in my heart again, making me finally realize that although my mother had given her body to me, and under the influence of instinct, had accepted this taboo relationship between mother and son that transcended morality, she could never completely betray my father. But the burning desire in my heart could not be quelled. A few days ago at this time, I was always making love with my mother, and now...

my suppressed lust rose again. Watching my father and the others talking so carefree, I held chopsticks in one hand, but with the other hand, I reached down from the table, secretly lifted my mother's skirt, and quickly slipped my hand into her panties, touching my mother's forbidden zone covered with soft, fine hair.

My mother blushed instantly, her expression a mixture of panic and shyness. Her body trembled slightly as she hurriedly clamped her legs together to stop my advances, but it was too late. My fingers moved along her buttocks to her burning garden, gently caressing the long, warm crevice between her thighs.

My mother's breath hitched, and her words became slurred. She hastily picked up her teacup to hide her embarrassment, but her body's honest reaction betrayed her.

Her two fair thighs involuntarily parted slightly, and a moist, sticky fluid secreted from her cleft, making her clitoris almost too slippery to resist…

I pressed my advantage, relentlessly stimulating my mother's sensitive labia, continuously arousing her senses and causing her to produce even more viscous fluid.

Gradually, my mother also became aroused, and as her small hands involuntarily reached down to my crotch and began to stroke my penis, I suddenly bent my middle finger and thrust it into her fiery, throbbing vagina.

"Hmm..." Mother couldn't help but groan, then forcibly suppressed it. She bit her lip hard, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her tall figure hunched slightly.

"Wife, what's wrong? You look strange, are you... not feeling well?" Father noticed Mother's unusual behavior, his eyes gleaming with the effects of alcohol, and asked slurredly.

"I'm... a little tired," Mother murmured. "

Then go lie down for a while. Little sister is washing the dishes, and Xiaofeng is tired from studying, so go lean against something too."

"Yes, yes," I replied listlessly. Mother and I staggered towards the inner room. As soon as we turned into the dark corridor, I impatiently embraced Mother.

"Xiaofeng... don't..." Mother was terrified, her hands braced against my chest, her voice filled with panic. Her flushed face was hidden under her disheveled hair, making her look even more shy! The neckline of her top was already half open, revealing a portion of her fair cleavage. My mother's skirt was disheveled from my caresses, revealing her bare legs...

I recklessly ripped open her clothes, pulled her full, white breasts out of her bra, and began sucking on her left nipple, licking it with my tongue until it hardened...

"No..." my mother struggled desperately, saying in terror, "Your father... he'll hear..."

"No... Mother, I want it." I pleaded, panting heavily, and frantically pulled down my mother's panties, peeling them off her legs from her toes. Then, I reached behind her and pressed my hands against her soft, full buttocks...

My penis lashed out of her urethra and immediately pressed against my mother's pubic mound. My mother, too, struggled to control herself. Though she resisted, a change was taking place within her. Her face flushed, beads of sweat appeared, her pink tongue lolled out slightly, and she let out soft moans. Her watery eyes, half-open and half-closed, gradually became hazy, like a vast, misty sea.

I thrust forward, my penis forcefully parting my mother's tightly closed lips and laboriously squeezing into her still somewhat dry vulva. I was in the hallway, chatting with my father and the others, separated only by a wall, when I inserted my penis into my mother's body.

We made love standing up. That day, my mother's vulva was initially so tight, so hot, so soft. The moist, folded layers of flesh enveloped my penis perfectly, as if being gently sucked by countless delicate mouths simultaneously. I

felt a burning heat in my lower body, as if all the blood in my body had rushed there. Gradually, my mother, who had initially struggled so fiercely, became quite cooperative! Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her legs intertwined around my waist, and even her vagina had regained the lubrication it used to have during sex, making it very easy for my penis to enter and exit.

It was truly the most intoxicating, yet unbearable, sensation in the world. With each deep thrust, my mother and I held our breath, carefully avoiding making a sound. Until all my semen was injected into my mother's body.

Afterwards, my mother and I were both so tense and excited that we were almost limp. I helped my mother pick up her underwear from the floor; a wet, sticky liquid was dripping from the juncture of her intertwined thighs, with a few drops landing on the floor.

But my father really did settle in; the town had made him a liaison officer, so he had almost nothing to do. Therefore, besides wandering around the neighborhood, he stayed home most of the time. The house was too small, with the two rooms close together. So, for some days, he didn't have the opportunity to make love with my mother.

Although we live in the city, our family still maintains rural customs; we always sleep with the bedroom door open. That day, my father, probably aroused, made me go to bed early. Shortly after the whole family turned off the lights, I heard my father's low groans. My mother, probably afraid I would hear, and also tired and sleepy, tried to refuse, but my father insisted. My mother had no choice. I heard my mother's suppressed moans. Luckily, their bed was sturdy; otherwise, the creaking sound would have made me even more uncomfortable. My penis, hard as iron, grew with my father's panting.

About twenty minutes later, the sound stopped, and my father fell into a deep sleep. I couldn't stay awake any longer and sneaked over, slipped into my parents' blanket, and hugged my mother tightly. My mother was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face turned red, probably because she knew I had just heard her moans. I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing me say "too," my mother's face turned even redder. She coaxed me softly, "You're crazy. I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay? Be good."

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "No, Dad's already asleep. He doesn't know. I want it..."

My mother listened intently to my father's breathing, thinking he must be asleep. Helplessly, she tried to move away. I was extremely nervous too. I lay on my side and hugged my mother, biting her cherry-like lips and kissing her passionately. My hands gently pulled down my mother's shorts. My mother desperately held her breath, her snow-white, high breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

I gently supported my mother's slender waist and slowly inserted my penis into her body. After a few thrusts, her breathing became erratic. As I moved, her vagina, still slightly loose from our previous encounter, held me tightly, her lower body writhing in rhythm.

Perhaps due to nervousness, after only a few thrusts, my back ached, and I quickly thrust forward, my entire penis plunging deep into her vagina, pressing against her cervix. I ejaculated—a powerful, close-range ejaculation that caused my mother to grip the sheets tightly. Right there in my parents' bed, beside my father, my mother and I made love.

"Mmm..." Suddenly, my father turned around, dazed, and reached for my mother. Both of us were completely lost in the throes of passion. My mother didn't move. I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina and, trembling, crawled towards the outer room.

Later, my mother told me that my penis had just left her vagina when my father's hand touched it, and he even muttered, "It's still dripping with semen!"

Another night, I heard my mother go to the toilet after she finished. I rushed out and saw my father had fallen asleep again. I quietly knocked on the toilet door. My mother knew it was me and nervously opened the door. She wasn't wearing anything and leaned halfway out. Seeing me standing naked, she quickly pulled me inside. My

mother was taking a bath. The water that hadn't dried off flowed down her delicate, snow-white neck, her smooth, delicate back, her slender waist, and her full, round buttocks. The cleft between her buttocks, which I found so alluring, was incredibly captivating.

I pressed myself against my mother's body impatiently, inserting my hands into her arms to separate her hands from her body. My erect penis was about to enter her buttocks. "No...no, don't...Mom...I haven't cleaned yet."

My mother's legs were tightly closed together, ashamed, her body still bearing the marks of what had just happened. I ignored her and thrust my penis into her lower body again. "Ah," my mother gasped.

"Mom, I'll wash you."

I pulled my penis out forcefully, and my mother could barely stand. Her delicate body slumped down, and she fell into my arms, panting heavily. I changed to holding my mother's waist tightly with one hand and squeezing her full breasts with the other. My mother's body was limp, as if boneless. Her breathing gradually became heavier, her hands hanging limply at her sides, swaying unconsciously. Her head rested on my shoulder, her face flushed, and she occasionally let out unconscious moans.

My lower body moved faster, the sounds of my mother's moans, my panting, the rushing water, and the impact of flesh creating a lewd scene of mother and son bathing together. As I ejaculated into my mother's cunt once more, thick, turbid semen immediately flowed from her trembling thighs, slowly trickling down.

Afraid of waking my father, my mother didn't have time to wash again and hurriedly left the bathroom. For the next few days, my father and I took turns having sex with my mother, her body always filled with both of our bodily fluids.

Perhaps because my father was around, my mother was always very nervous during our intimate moments. At the slightest sound, she would tense up, trembling like a frightened rabbit, and leave hastily afterward. I longed for a long-term, open, intimate relationship with my mother, instead of living in secrecy and fear under my father's nose like this!

That day came soon enough, but I never imagined the price would be so high.

That night was already restless, seemingly destined for trouble. I couldn't sleep, staring at the empty bed. My mother should still be sleeping next door, curled up in my father's arms. I sighed sadly.

Tossing and turning, I faintly heard my father's soft snoring. Suddenly, a strong desire made me unable to wait any longer. Just like that day, I nervously and tremblingly approached my parents' bedroom.

My father was lying on his back, snoring loudly, one arm draped over my mother's waist. He seemed to be fast asleep, completely unaware of my presence. I tentatively removed his arm from my mother, but he still didn't react.

My heart pounded wildly. My mother had sensed my arrival and nervously grabbed my hand. I pulled her up slightly and wrapped her in a cotton coat. Holding my mother in my arms through my father, I quietly returned to my room.

"You're getting more and more out of line? How dare you sneak into Dad's bed and steal Mom away!" My mother said shyly, pressing her face against my chest.

"I missed Mom." I kissed my mother's fair neck and kneaded her breasts.

"Oh God, what if... what if... what will we do?" My mother lay naked on my small bed, still trembling with nervousness. Her two hard, erect, purplish-black nipples were prominent, and there were a few faint stretch marks on her slightly protruding abdomen.

The flush on her face from having just finished having sex with my father hadn't faded. Her two full thighs were spread apart, fully revealing the mature, married genitals of a woman in her forties. Her slightly dark labia were slightly parted, and there were still faint traces of my father's semen at the entrance of her vulva.

I hugged my mother's cool body tightly, wrapped the blanket around her, and then pressed myself against her naked, supple, and voluptuous body. She obediently spread her two full, bare thighs and crossed them around my back…

That night, absence truly felt like reunion. And in that situation, having stolen my mother from my father's bed, I was exceptionally excited, and the act was incredibly thrilling.

I gently pressed my mother down beneath me, lowering my head to suckle her cherry-like lips. My other hand kneaded her firm, white breasts like dough, my fingers kneading and playing with her nipples.

Under my caresses, my mother quickly became aroused, her neck arching back, her hands gripping my back tightly, her eyes closed. With her cooperation, I easily parted her pink labia, and my glans thrust in forcefully. My penis slowly moved in and out of my mother's body, each thrust bringing a tingling sensation of the soft, fleshy walls rubbing against my glans.

My mother's lips were slightly parted, her beautiful legs almost bent over her shoulders, her eyes half-open and half-closed, languidly looking at me. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her plump, white buttocks swaying upwards in rhythm with my movements.

"Oh...oh..." My mother began to moan uncontrollably, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. "Ah!...I can't take it anymore...oh..."

Just as the climax of passion was approaching, suddenly, my mother's breathing stopped, her naked body stiffening like stone in my arms.

I glanced at her strangely and found her staring blankly behind me, her eyes filled with an indescribable fear, dread, shame, and despair! My

heart skipped a beat, a chill running down my spine. I instinctively turned around, and my blood seemed to freeze; my hands and feet turned ice-cold!

The door, which I had just closed with my foot, had somehow reopened. My father stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief, staring at us without blinking!

The bedroom was eerily quiet. There was no wind, no breathing, not even the sound of a heartbeat. Only the clock on the wall ticked mechanically and monotonously, vibrating in everyone's ears.

After a long while, Father's body trembled. He looked at me, then at Mother, the muscles in his cheeks twitching horribly, and he spat out a few words through clenched teeth: "You...you...you..."

My mind went blank, completely incapable of thinking or acting. I could only feel my penis, inserted into Mother's cunt, slowly shrinking.

"You...you listen to my explanation..." Mother pleaded in a trembling voice, her pretty face deathly pale, her whole body shaking. Clearly, this scene had taken her by surprise, and she, like me, was completely flustered, forgetting that we had separated from our naked selves.

"Bah, what's the point of explaining?" Father clenched his fists and approached step by step.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was as angry as a wounded lion. He roared, "My eyes aren't blind yet! I saw clearly what you and your son did... I never expected this, I really never expected this..."

His voice choked with emotion. "I earned money to support the family, to support you... and what did I get? It turns out I supported such a virtuous wife, such a filial son..." The mother lowered her head in shame, tears welling in her eyes.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word, only shaking her head repeatedly, looking extremely pained.

"I really can't believe you two are so...so shameless, mother and son...mother and son having sex...how disgusting!"

With my father's gritted teeth and furious curses, I steeled myself, pulled my mother's hand away, mustered my courage, stared at my father, and said loudly, "What right do you have to criticize me and my mother? All you do all day is beat my mother, and when you're tired of beating her, you leave us all alone at home. Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you ever considered my mother's emptiness and loneliness? What kind of life has my mother been living all these years?" Hearing me say such disobedient words, my mother was anxious and scared, and kept begging me to shut up.

My father's face turned ashen with rage, his teeth grinding together, his knuckles white from clenching them. [Fine! Then you'll take your father's place and sleep with your mother?] I was desperate. Though my voice trembled, I forced myself to continue: "Since you can't fulfill the role of a husband, let me, your son, take your place! Mother will be much happier with me than with you! Let me live with Mother, and I'll support you."

"You little brat, you…you've gone too far…" My father roared, panting heavily, as if he might pounce like a wolf at any moment.

I was on high alert, adopting a desperate stance, determined to protect my mother from further beatings. Amidst my mother's screams, my father and I fought, pushing, kicking, and hitting. I don't know how long it lasted, or what happened, but in a daze, with a loud "thud," it was all over. To this day, I still don't know how my father fell from the building.

A month later, the police concluded that my father had fallen on his own. I was detained for three months and finally released. However, life had completely changed. Although the case was closed, news about it spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town.

When I walked out of the detention center, I felt the guards were looking at me strangely. Almost overnight, my mother and I became local celebrities.

Although my father's fall had nothing to do with me, the scene must have been unforgettable for the police who arrived. We were both at a loss, not even thinking to put on our clothes. When the police entered the house, I was naked, embracing my equally naked and pained mother, and the bed was covered with marks from our sexual intercourse.

I practically sneaked home, without anyone seeing me. Pushing open the gate, only a few rays of sunlight shone in from near the window, illuminating the lonely figure of a middle-aged woman in the corner of the room.

My mother was wearing a loose-fitting, sleeveless, round-neck sweater. Her long, black hair hung loosely behind her head, and her delicate, bare feet trod on the ground, giving her an air of languid grace. She didn't notice me come in, only staring blankly at the setting sun, a melancholy expression on her unadorned face.

I coughed, and my mother immediately turned around, her eyes gleaming with ecstatic joy. She cried out excitedly, "Xiaofeng, my darling! You...you're finally back!"

I smiled and said, "Mom, I...I'm back." She suddenly burst into tears, stumbling towards me, opening her arms wide to embrace me tightly, as if afraid I might disappear at any moment.

"Mom, don't cry, we won't be apart again, we won't be apart again," I gently comforted her, tenderly wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother murmured incoherently, her soft lips repeatedly kissing my cheeks, covering my eyebrows, eyes, and nose with kisses, finally sealing my lips with a long, passionate kiss. We held each other, embracing, sharing our anxieties and worries about the separation, until late into the night. Finally, we finished talking

, and she sighed contentedly, leaning against me silently, gazing up at me with adoration, her chest rising and falling gently.

From my angle, I could clearly see that my mother wasn't wearing any bra under her round-neck blouse; her breasts were almost completely exposed.

Two round, full, snow-white breasts couldn't be concealed at all, trembling like ripe peaches, as if beckoning me to pluck and taste them, even the brown areolas were faintly visible.

Having spent three months in prison, I dreamt of my mother's body. I gently reached under her open armpit, cupping and kneading her breasts, chuckling softly, "Mom... do you miss me? Hehe, where do you miss me the most?"

My mother's cheeks flushed instantly, her warm body began to heat up, and her small, delicate nipples hardened between my fingers. She gasped, as if all her strength had left her, and murmured, her face red, "Of course... in my heart..."

"Oh, nowhere else?" I smiled maliciously, lifting her skirt with my other hand and pressing my palm directly onto my mother's firm buttocks, brazenly caressing her delicate, soft flesh.

"Ah..." Mother trembled twice, letting out an uncontrollable moan, her face flushed, gazing at me with a dazed and infatuated look. "Bad...bad son...Mother's...oh...my body wants you too...I'm going crazy with longing..."

"Mother..." Seeing Mother's ecstatic expression, my lower body rose high like an angry horse. Before I could finish speaking, I impatiently reached out and unzipped my pants, then almost ripped off Mother's shorts, suddenly lifting her delicate body up and striding to the mirror to put her down.

Then, I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it above her head, thrusting my waist forward, and without a word, with a twist of my hips, I instantly plunged my burning cock deep into Mother's already overflowing, lustful cunt.

"Oh...oh..." Mother let out a heart-stopping scream, her face showing an expression of extreme pleasure.

She was left with only one leg supporting her body, and had to try her best to stand on tiptoe to maintain the position of intercourse with me. But their genitals were thus joined even more tightly, locked together seamlessly.

"Mother...I miss you...I want you," I cried through gritted teeth, desperately grasping my mother's full, snow-white breasts, kneading and squeezing those two soft mounds of flesh. My hips thrust wildly like a pile driver, pounding against my mother's tender buttocks.

My mother raised one leg high, "Oh...Xiao Feng...Mother can't take it anymore...Quick..." Her voice was choked and indistinct, like a desperate cry, a frantic scream.

I felt the warm, sticky, and sucking sensation of my mother's lower body, and I became even more excited, the pleasure of conquest rippling through my limbs. "Mother, scream...no one can hear you," I said happily, my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's smooth vulva, rotating endlessly, teasing the tender flesh of her vaginal walls to contract and spasm.

"Ah...oh...good...um...um..." My mother cried out in a daze, her long, black hair tossing as her body trembled violently, her two round breasts bouncing up and down, making her look even more alluring.

Suddenly, I saw a lewd scene in the mirror: my mother's buttocks were spread wide apart, and a thick, shiny black penis was thrusting in and out between her deep cleft.

Each time it withdrew, frothy fluid gushed out, flowing down the penis and disappearing into the thick pubic hair. Seeing this, my lust intensified.

I wrapped one arm around my mother's shoulder and the other gripped the mirror's frame, using the frame to apply pressure to her body. My mother reflexively squeezed her thighs together, her lower body trembling slightly, her waist rising and falling in rhythm with my movements.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally couldn't hold back any longer, realizing I was reaching my climax. "Mother... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."

"Cum... my good son..." My mother was also about to reach her peak, anxiously twisting her plump hips to meet my invasion. Her hot, horny cunt tightly gripped my penis, screaming and shouting wildly, her cheeks flushed red. Enjoying the intense pleasure of our intercourse, I gritted my teeth and suddenly released my pent-up desire.

Hot, thick semen shot out, instantly flooding my mother's womb... That night, my penis almost never left my mother's body, even while I slept, it was still inside her vagina. I couldn't tell when I was doing it or when I was resting. I finally got what I wanted, completely possessing my mother!

My mother and I went to Hainan. I found a job in Sanya. I no longer had to sneak around, living in fear, and could openly do what I wanted. When everything was settled, my mother and I chose a Sunday to cook a feast at home, which served as our engagement banquet.

After drinking the nuptial wine with my mother, I suddenly felt a new sexual desire and begged her to give me oral sex. Although we had sex many times, my mother still blushed when she heard about oral sex and murmured for a long time before finally agreeing.

I eagerly grabbed a blanket and laid it on the floor. My mother knelt down on it, her head positioned right between my legs. I pulled down my pants. My mother had never seen my penis so close before. Even without light, I could clearly see her flushed face. She closed her eyes and gently lowered her head towards my crotch.

I placed my penis against my mother's lips. She slightly opened her mouth and took it in. However, she clearly had no experience with using her mouth to stimulate a penis; she just held it there blankly. But this made me feel incredibly good. This was a new opening on my mother's body, like virgin territory. I possessed her more thoroughly than my father.

I had my mother use her tongue to circle the ridge of my glans, while her hand gently rubbed the part of my penis that wasn't inside. My mother did as I asked. It felt so good. The friction of her soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate immediately.

I couldn't resist any longer and started thrusting, using my mother's mouth as a vagina. I untied her hair, gently stroking the back of her head. Her tongue seemed to be battling with my penis. Just as I was about to climax, my mother suddenly straightened her back, making her breasts level with my crotch.

She lowered my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching her chin. She gently squeezed my penis between her chin and whispered, "Shoot."

I cried out in emotion, "Mom!"

My mother pressed her breasts inward forcefully, squeezing my penis tightly. I thrust dozens of times, my penis trembling violently, and I ejaculated. A thick stream of semen sprayed powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down my mother's neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to get a clean towel and took it out. I unhooked my mother's bra, which was stained with my semen, and carefully wiped it off for her. My mother looked at me tenderly. This was our wedding night. From then on, every night, I would hold my mother in my arms like a real couple until dawn...

Recalling those past moments and looking at my mother now, it felt like a lifetime had passed. My incestuous relationship with my mother continued afterward.

(The End) 05-01

Mother's Story My Mother's Luscious and Juicy Vagina

The first night, although I had written many erotic novels and many articles about incest, this was the first time I was alone with my mother in Shenzhen.

Actually, most of the incest novels I wrote were my own sexual fantasies; nothing real ever happened. Although my protagonists are mostly mothers, and my descriptions of mother-son relationships are usually very poignant and moving, in reality, my mother and I don't have such an abnormal relationship. We are a very normal mother and son. When my mother is in front of me, I don't even dare to think about that kind of thing. This is probably a common feeling among erotic novelists.

Having lived in this city for so long, when I'm bored, I either go drinking with friends or write passionate words online. I rarely have the opportunity to actually put those ideas into practice.

I'm actually a very introverted person; I don't like to actively interact with people, and I'm even less willing to express my feelings to girls. All my girlfriends were the ones who expressed their feelings first, meaning they usually pursued me first before I accepted them, so I missed many opportunities. But maybe it's because I'm relatively handsome, there are still quite a few girls around me.

On Saturday, I canceled many things and went to the bus station on time to pick up my mother. My mother arrived at noon, carrying very little. I felt that my mother had aged a lot; she had quite a few gray hairs, and her skin wasn't as smooth as before.

My mother was a beauty when she was young. I've seen her old photos, and I believe she was definitely considered above average for her time. But time waits for no one, and she's almost fifty now. The beauty of that time has become a middle-aged woman. But in my eyes, my mother will always be so young and kind.

My mother was quite satisfied with the place I was staying, so I thought I'd passed that test. I quickly helped her tidy up her bed and said, "This time, you'll follow my arrangements. You sleep in this bed, and I'll sleep in the living room."

My mother smiled and nodded, "Actually, it's not that I didn't want to sleep in the same bed as you, but I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it and wouldn't sleep well at night, which would affect your work the next day."

That evening, I took my mother to a nearby Sichuan restaurant for dinner and we chatted a lot. My mother seemed to be in good spirits this time. She's going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand with my father next week, and she came a week in advance to check on my life and work.

Now that I'm an adult, my mother doesn't scold me much for drinking a little beer with meals anymore. I asked my mother about her recent situation and how things were with my father. She said, "It's the same old story. We're an old married couple, what else can happen?"

She asked, "How long has it been since you had a girlfriend?"

I replied, "About two months."

She said, "Take it easy, it's not a big deal. A real man should prioritize his career."

I smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I can handle this little setback. I'm not a child anymore."

My mother looked at me with admiration, "It's good that you're like this. When you were home, you talked to your father about whether this breakup would affect your work. Now it seems my son has really grown up."

As the drinks flowed, I felt my tongue getting thicker. Seeing that I was slightly drunk, my mother paid the bill and we went home.

The first night, I slept in the living room and quickly fell asleep.

The second night, when I got home from work the next day, my mother had already prepared dinner. Having grown accustomed to my mother's cooking since childhood, I felt incredibly happy to taste it again. I quickly devoured everything on the plate. My mother saw this and was quite pleased.

With nothing to do that evening, I taught her how to use the internet. She's quick to learn new things and is very intelligent; she picks up anything quickly and soon mastered the basics.

While browsing, I accidentally clicked on one of my bookmarks, leading me to a forum where I often write articles. I was immediately embarrassed and tried to close it, but my mother stopped me, saying, "It's good to see what's written here." Reluctantly, I watched with her.

The articles were filled with explicit sexual descriptions. After a short while, my mother was blushing, her chest heaving. Because of the heat, she was only wearing a large t-shirt, her legs bare. She's a little plump, but her skin is very fair. I was used to her dressing like this, but browsing pornographic websites with her now gave me a strange feeling. My girlfriend had said she felt very wet when we visited this site before; I wondered if my mother would feel the same way. I didn't dare think too much and said, "I have to work tomorrow, Friday, I'm going to sleep." Mom stared intently at the screen and just nodded.

I lay down in the living room, unable to fall asleep. I noticed the light in my room hadn't been turned off all night.

Today is Friday, and according to the plan, I'm going to take Mom to a bar. Bars here are a major feature of the city, and although I rarely go, I still want to show Mom

what it's like. Mom was dressed in a gorgeous gown tonight, a black evening dress, adorned with sparkling jewels on her neck, wrists, and hair. I couldn't help but chuckle, "Mom, we're not going to a dance party, everyone at the bar dresses very casually."

Mom didn't quite understand and said, "Don't I look good like this?"

I admired Mom's outfit again. Although Mom is a little plump, it didn't make her look that way in this dress; instead, it made her chest appear quite full, perhaps because of the bra she wore underneath that cost over three hundred yuan. With her slightly protruding belly and rounded buttocks, and the flesh-colored stockings visible through the slit in her skirt, she truly looked like a completely different person.

I couldn't help but compliment her, "You look great in this outfit, it suits you perfectly."

My mother smiled like a young girl and said, "Isn't that good then? Let's go!"

The lights in the bar were always dim and mysterious, especially since we were at this very unique bar. This bar was quite famous in the city.

As usual, I ordered two beers, enjoying the music while observing the various men and women around me.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder hard from behind. I turned around and saw it was my college classmate, Wenhao. That guy was a regular at the bar, so it wasn't surprising to bump into him here. The guy, with two very sexy girls on either side of him, sat down next to me and said, "I never would have guessed you'd come to a place like this."

I chuckled dryly and was about to introduce my mother to him when he extended his hand first, saying to my mother, "My name is Wenhao, just call me Ahao."

My mother politely shook his hand and said, "Hello!" Wenhao, that rascal, squeezed my mother's hand twice while shaking it and winked.

My mother noticed and withdrew her hand. Wenhao picked up his glass and said, "Here, let me toast you."

My mother took the glass, took a sip, and said, "Drink first as a sign of respect."

Wenhao gave a thumbs up and said, "Good! That's bold, I like it." He then downed his glass in one gulp.

I was about to introduce my mother to him: "She's my..."

Wenhao interrupted me: "Oh, no need. Fate brings us together from afar. Since we're destined to meet, why worry about names?"

My mother glanced at me and smiled: "Then why did you tell me your name first?"

Wenhao said: "When I meet a beautiful woman younger than me, I'm used to introducing myself."

My mother's eyes widened: "What did you say? How old are you?"

Wenhao said: "I'm two years older than A-Jie."

My mother paused, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was shaking, saying: "I'm almost fifty!" "You're such an old lady! You've got a knack for charming women, kid."

Wenhao feigned surprise: "Almost fifty?? Impossible. Even if you said you were thirty, I'd be skeptical. Don't lie to me. My mom's only forty-five, and she's already starting to wear dentures."

I said, "She's..."

My mom gave me a look, signaling me to stop, and then said, "Maybe if your mom dressed up, she could look like me?"

Wenhao shook his head vigorously and said, "If my mom wanted to look like you, she'd have to get breast implants first." He glanced at his mom's chest as he spoke.

His mom chuckled and said, "You're such a rascal. How can you talk about your mom like that?"

Wenhao laughed, "Luckily my mom's ugly. If she were pretty, I might not be able to keep my chastity."

His mom glanced at me, her expression a little unnatural, took a sip of her drink, and said, "I'm going to the restroom. You two can talk." She stood up and walked towards the restroom.

Wenhao stared at my mother's swaying, plump buttocks until she disappeared from sight, then turned to me with a smile and said, "What a fat, slutty ass! You're lucky, kid, to have such a slutty rich woman. You've really struck gold." I wanted to argue, but then I thought, Wenhao always laughs at me for being poor and unable to pick up girls, so it's good to let him be envious this time. So I kept quiet and tacitly agreed.

Wenhao continued, "Look at this kind of slut, she's like a resentful woman. You can seduce her in no time, hehe... As the saying goes, 'A young cunt is alluring, an old cunt is the most captivating.' You've got a rich and hot old cunt like this, I don't know when you accumulated such good fortune." I smiled, thinking, "This isn't a good place, I should take my mother and leave as soon as possible."

I paid the bill, along with Wenhao's. Wenhao held me back, saying that if we're going to have fun, we should all have fun together, and that a threesome is a lot of fun. I couldn't be bothered with him and went straight to the bathroom. Once my mother came out, I pulled her out of the bar.

On the third day, I decided not to go anywhere and just stay home with my mother. I bought two bottles of liquor at the supermarket. When I got home, my mother had already cooked a pot of dumplings, perfect for pairing with the liquor.

With the delicious dumplings, I quickly downed two bottles of strong liquor. The alcohol hit me hard, and my mind became hazy. Wenhao's words from yesterday resurfaced in my mind. Looking at my mother, whose image was becoming increasingly blurry, my consciousness gradually faded, and a sense of guilt washed over me. I was certain it was a wicked thought, rising from my lower abdomen to my brain.

Looking at my mother's voluptuous body, I imagined her naked. Although not as attractive as my girlfriend's naked body, it was still very arousing. At my age, I often enjoy imperfect figures, especially women of a certain age. Even with excess fat, they can be very alluring.

My mother was exactly that kind of woman, yet she wore very little in front of me—just short loungewear, and when she sat down, she was often quite casual. When she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would climb up to her thighs, revealing her beautiful legs and hips. At least I thought it was beautiful. My mother's legs were very white, and such white skin was most likely to tempt a man to commit a crime.

I went to the kitchen to wipe away my tears and returned to my room. I saw that my mother seemed to still feel guilty for what she had said earlier. I sat down next to her and rested my head on her shoulder. I had never leaned on my mother's shoulder like this since I was a child. I could imagine that my mother's heart was filled with regret and heartache.

My mother didn't know what to say, so she patted my leg and said, "Never mind, I'm sorry. Just pretend I didn't say anything tonight."

I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault, I'm useless." As I said this, I put my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her on the cheek.

My mother didn't react, because it was a habit I'd developed since childhood. It's just that I rarely kissed her face anymore after I grew up; at most, we'd just hold hands. Actually, at that moment, the sadness in my heart had long since subsided. Being so close to my mother stirred a strange feeling within me.

As I hugged her, my hands, intentionally or unintentionally, slid down to her chest. My palms could clearly feel the curves of her breasts.

Perhaps my mother was lost in thought, and didn't notice where my hands were.

This was actually the first time I'd clearly felt the outline of my mother's breasts, but I didn't dare to go any further. I knew she would notice. It wasn't really about feeling a woman's breasts; I'd touched many girls, but touching my mother at this moment was incredibly stimulating, a completely different feeling. So I wanted to go further.

I choked out, "Mom, I want to sleep in your arms."

My mother looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, and opened her arms, letting me lie on her lap. This was exactly how I wanted to sleep. I lay on her lap, looking up to see her high, firm breasts, and glancing to the side to see the shape of her plump, rounded mons pubis.

I turned to my side and hugged her, my nose even closer to her genitals, and I could clearly smell her scent. I couldn't help but reach out and hug her, my fingers unconsciously sliding down to her buttocks.

My mother seemed oblivious to my actions, simply stroking my hair affectionately. Looking at her face, my consciousness gradually blurred, and the boundaries I had previously held in my mind slowly disappeared.

My mother looked at me and said, "My son has really grown up; he can think like an adult now."

I sat up, wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and said, "Mom, I've actually grown up a long time ago, you just haven't realized it. In your eyes, I'll always be a child."

My mother smiled and said, "That's because you haven't proven to me that you've grown up."

Hearing this, I was moved and couldn't help but lean forward and kiss my mother deeply on the cheek. This kiss felt like it had already surpassed my usual affection for my mother. This deep kiss lasted a long time; I even stuck out my tongue to lick my mother's cheek.

Suddenly, my mother reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, opening her cherry lips. I couldn't resist any longer and pressed my lips to hers. My mother didn't resist, so I became bolder and slipped my tongue inside. It was a completely passionate kiss between lovers, and my mother gradually responded. I felt a sensation I had never experienced before, a stimulation that words couldn't describe.

Intertwining my tongue with my mother's, I felt a sense of guilt, but this feeling was also incredibly exciting. I even felt like my nose was about to bleed.

Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing increasingly intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on my mother's lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately. Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces, and quickly, our mouths and chins were wet.

At that moment, I inexplicably became bolder than usual—I guess it was instinct—and slowly reached out to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but perhaps she didn't. I made a mistake then; I acted too quickly, consciously grabbing my mother's soft breasts in one go.

My mother immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and looked at me, her face flushed. She seemed about to say something, but then hesitated. I said, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Mom looked at me and said, "What were we doing just now?"

I said, "Maybe we made a mistake just now... but even if it's a mistake, I want to keep making it."

Mom lowered her head and didn't say anything. I reached out and hugged her waist, pressing my face against her protruding belly, and said, "Mom, didn't you like the feeling just now?"

Mom turned around and said, "You... what are you saying?" But she didn't break free from my embrace. This way, Mom's plump buttocks were right in front of my face. I couldn't resist and lightly kissed her buttocks. Mom didn't react. I knew this was Mom's hint, so I became even more reckless, opening my mouth and biting her buttocks, and sticking out my tongue to lick the fabric on her buttocks.

Mom tacitly approved of my actions. After a long while, she reached out and pulled me up, saying, "Don't do this, your clothes are dirty there."

I looked into Mom's eyes and said, "No, it smells nice there."

Mom chuckled, her pretty face flushed, and I couldn't help but kiss Mom's lips again. Unexpectedly, my mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on her leg, which was draped over her other leg. As I wrapped my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional.

Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, bare legs. Our kiss quickly intensified, becoming as passionate as yesterday's. As my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable.

Finally, when we paused to catch our breath, my mother took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted quite high, almost indecently, but she didn't think to pull it down.

I don't think I learned anything from the previous lesson, because I had already unconsciously lowered my head to kiss her bare knees. At this moment, my mother placed one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. At this moment, I was filled with fear. I began to kiss my mother's thighs, and kept moving upwards. The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, very soft, and firm.

After a while, I placed my right hand on my mother's thigh as well, continuing to kiss her without stopping. After a while, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of my mother's thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. At this time, my kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, and I kept pushing it higher and higher. I think I was in heaven!

I was kissing the beautiful legs of my mother, which I had always dreamed of but could never have. I loved the way she exposed them to me. I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream…

Just as I was about to take things further, Mom suddenly cupped my face and said, “Are you sure you’re doing this?”

I said, “I know very well, I really want to make love to you, Mom… I think it must be very exciting…”

Mom’s eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe those words were coming from me. Mom was silent for a while, then suddenly said quietly, “What we’re doing isn’t right, this isn’t what we should be doing. Mom came here for only one purpose, to see if you’re doing well. If Mom has anything improper with anyone, it’s against your father, including you… And it’s something the world cannot tolerate, I can’t face it… I hope you can understand Mom…”

I became emotional and said, “But, Mom, you should know… my feelings for you have transcended familial love… I really can’t extricate myself…”

Mom ignored what I said and said, “Go to sleep, you’re not a child anymore, you should know how to control your feelings… If you do anything, I will never forgive myself for coming to Shenzhen this time…”

Helpless, I could only nod and walk to the living room, ready to go to sleep.

On the third night, I felt groggy all day at work. Even after I got off work, my stomach still felt uncomfortable. I knew it was because I had drunk too much the night before. As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the bed.

My mother came in and saw how uncomfortable I looked. She felt sorry for me and said, "What's wrong? You should have told me you couldn't drink, otherwise you wouldn't have drunk so much. How can you work like this?"

"Don't worry, Mom," I replied, "drinking this much is normal for me. You don't need to worry about me. I do what I'm supposed to do, so don't worry."

My mother nodded and said, "It's good that you think that way. Hurry up and change your clothes. You'll easily catch a cold like this."

I had already taken off my suit jacket and was only wearing trousers. No wonder my mother was worried about me. I stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. You'd better leave for a bit."

My mother laughed and said, "We're family. You need me to leave when you change? Hehe, what's there to be shy about between us? Just change here."

Seeing how composed my mother was, I didn't hesitate and pulled down my pants, leaving me only in my underwear. I didn't rush to find other pants, but instead wandered around the room in just my underwear. I don't know why, but I felt that exposing myself in front of my mother was quite exciting.

My mother stared at my genitals in a daze for a long time before she came to her senses: "Hurry up and put your pants back on, don't catch a cold."

I laughed and said, "No rush. Maybe now you can truly see that I'm a man, not a boy."

I deliberately made the bulge in my chest more obvious. The underwear was already tight, making the curves of my penis even more clearly visible. I put my hand inside the underwear, saw that my penis was aligned, and then said, "These underwear are too small, it's making me feel so uncomfortable!"

When I put on my pants, my mother's expression seemed to return to normal. I smiled; it's a normal reaction for a woman, even my mother is no exception.

Actually, last night I had made up my mind to get my mother, and I firmly believed that there was no woman I couldn't get. Tonight, of course, was different, because my main task tonight was simply to arouse my mother's interest, to make her clearly understand that I wasn't a boy, but a grown man.

On the fourth night, I was convinced that my mother was already aroused by my actions last night; this is a woman's most basic reaction. Whenever they see a man's unique features, their curiosity will unconsciously sprout, eventually overflowing. So I decided to show my mother the outline of my genitals more clearly, so that she would automatically fall into my arms.

Tonight, on my way home from work, I specially bought a very sexy pair of jeans at the supermarket. Except for the thighs, the rest of the jeans were clearly exposed, making both men and women look sexy.

My mother clearly felt my change; during dinner, she would intentionally or unintentionally stare at my genitals. I knew my plan was more than half complete; all that was missing was for my mother to speak up. I knew the opportunity was near, but I maintained a distant, aloof demeanor—one of my most effective methods for wooing women, known as playing hard to get!

That evening, I casually touched my mother's shapely buttocks or put my arm around her waist, and she didn't seem to object.

After I had thoroughly enjoyed the deliciousness of her full thighs and lower abdomen, she still restrained herself by saying, "I'll make you some pancakes; it's late, you must be hungry."

My mother went into the kitchen and made me my favorite pancakes. I then realized that my mother's attire was extremely sexy. A sleeveless vest and a miniskirt—exactly my favorite kind of clothing for women.

My God, she looked so hot and vibrant, while I was only wearing shorts. I couldn't take it anymore; my penis began to slip out of my control. She made my favorite pancakes, and I sat down. She carried the pan with the pancakes to my right and placed them on my plate.

Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I placed my right hand between her legs, gently stroking the inside of her thighs. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes flashing with a dazzling desire. I knew what to do next.

Like an electric shock, the feeling as my fingers caressed my mother's soft, satin-smooth skin was indescribable. We both remained frozen for a while, waiting for what would happen next. Well, I'd done what I needed to do. I'd broken the ice, pierced the thin veil between us; I had no choice but to move forward.

At this point, if I retreated as I had in the past, I wouldn't be a man. So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly moving from her knees to the groin.

My mother's breathing quickened immediately, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly, slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing there letting me caress her body.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly. I guessed she was also somewhat afraid of what was about to happen.

For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, while she gently held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking it with both hands.

My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of her thigh, soon reaching the height of her usual underwear. But unexpectedly, what I touched was soft, warm skin—it was unbelievable. My left hand continued to roam over her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!

My mother couldn't bear my caresses and let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm breasts.

My right hand wasn't idle either, beginning to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the target area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg away, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved son's eager hand.

I tentatively reached my hand towards my mother's genitals. My fingers touched soft pubic hair, and a little further, my hand touched her vulva. I gently and tenderly stroked her warm, moist labia. The feeling was like being in a place I knew so well.

I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined I would one day be able to touch my own mother's vulva like a lover; that was just a dream. It was

all like a dream.

As if in response, as my hand touched her vulva, her body trembled violently. Then, she suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly, yanked her golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts. My hands continued their roaming over her alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously kneaded her buttocks. I seemed to be driven only by instinct.

I parted my mother's labia and inserted my fingers. They were already soaking wet, with her juices flowing freely.

My mother, panting heavily, guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting, I instinctively used my tongue to gently tease her erect nipples, lightly biting the base with my teeth, then passionately sucking and nibbling at her full, high breasts.

My mother clearly couldn't resist my fingers' movements below her; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my intrusion. Her vagina was already incredibly lubricated, and my fingers encountered no resistance. Finally, unable to suppress her physical urges, my mother cried out, "God, it's so wonderful, darling! Don't stop, don't..."

Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping; I only wanted to go further, a thought that had driven me mad.

My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease my mother's vulva. " Oh

...oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seemingly melting, trembling with the ongoing passion.

"Oh...oh oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!"

If you've never put your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I guarantee you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.

Oh, my cock is about to burst through my shorts. Suddenly, Mom left the table and dragged me away.

"Can we talk about everything tomorrow? We really can't do this...on a night like this..."

That night, I slept in the living room again; I'd gotten used to sleeping like this. On

the fifth night, it was very late. When I got home, Mom was already waiting for me at the table.

My mother had actually made all the arrangements. She was taking me to see a movie—I've forgotten the name, but it was a really good one. Everyone wanted to see it. In fact, I'd already seen it, and because of my special position as the eldest boy in the family, I didn't often go out with the rest of the family. Of course, my mother had initially wanted to see that movie too.

She stood at the window watching the other people drive away, then turned to me, gave me a kiss, and told me she'd be back soon. Then she went upstairs. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

I thought Mom had arranged for us to be alone together, but then I wondered if she was genuinely uncomfortable, and if she wanted me to go to her bedroom. My mind was racing. I thought Mom might be ready to do *that* with me, but what if I was wrong? I didn't want that. If I messed up, I might lose everything I had now…

I grabbed a Coke and sat on the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do. Just

as I was getting stuck, Mom came downstairs without me noticing. Suddenly, I looked up, and Mom was standing in front of me. She was wearing a knee-length cotton bathrobe, the fabric very thin. As she passed by the window, sunlight filtered through the fabric, not very clearly, but I felt it was enough for me to tell that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.

Then Mom was standing right in front of me, and I was still sitting there dumbfounded on the kitchen chair. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly and deeply, whispering, "Happy birthday, my darling. Your gift is all ready."

I then remembered that tonight was my birthday. I've never really cared much about my birthday, but since my mother reminded me, I naturally remembered. I said, "Actually, this day is also the anniversary of Mother's suffering. My birthday should be celebrated for you."

For some reason, my mother suddenly fell silent. I think it was because she was thinking of this day more than twenty years ago.

I remained seated, my arms around her hips. My mother extended her tongue and gently licked my lips. I responded in kind. "Mmm, tastes good," my mother murmured softly.

My mother and I embraced, our tongues intertwined, kissing incessantly. I moved my hands to my mother's bare knees, gently caressing them, then slowly moving them up her bare thighs under her robe. She didn't stop my bold actions; on the contrary, our kisses became increasingly urgent.

Finally, my hand reached my target. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently caressed and kneaded her smooth buttocks, then slowly reached up with my other hand, gently brushing her pubic hair.

Then she fumbled around in front of her robe, and in no time, the robe was completely open. She held my head, pressing it against her soft, full breasts. Like a child, I nestled against her chest, feeling her soft, smooth, and elastic touch. She then guided me to one of her breasts and put her firm nipple in my mouth.

At the same time, my hand moved happily back and forth on her buttocks and vulva. She spread her legs apart, revealing her mons pubis to me without any covering. I then began to caress her already wet labia and tried to insert a finger. My mother thrust her lower body towards me, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper into her flesh.

I began to finger her, while my mother pressed her lower body harder against my hand. After a while, Mom began to writhe wildly in my hands, thrusting her body in and out of them, rubbing her clitoris harder and harder. Then, Mom reached her climax on my fingers; her climax was beautiful, accompanied by her moans and the undulations of her body.

"Ah, darling, ah... ah... darling..." The walls of Mom's vagina spasmed and tightened around my fingers.

A few more minutes passed, and as Mom's rapid breathing began to ease, she said to me in a slightly rougher voice, "But I haven't given you your gift yet. Come and hug Mom, carry Mom to your room. Mom is your gift today. Haven't you always wanted this gift from Mom?"

"Mom, for me, there is nothing more certain than this in the world! I think this is probably the best gift any boy in the world could ever receive!" I shouted. Then, my mother and I went upstairs together. As she went up, I gently lifted her nightgown so I could see her every movement of her lower body as she went upstairs, and she kept giggling at me.

After entering my room, I wasted no time and pulled open my mother's robe, exposing her beautiful body. In my haste, I even tore her robe slightly.

My mother was also busy helping me take off my shirt and pants. When I was left with only my underwear, my mother asked me to wait and let her take them off. She then knelt down and slowly pulled down my underwear.

My mother watched as my thick, engorged penis slowly emerged from under the underwear, until it finally sprang out from under the confines of the underwear. At that moment, my mother laughed, "Ha, finally free, beautiful little guy. Now I can let it do more than when it's kissing me." As she spoke, she held my penis in her hand, kissed its head, and occasionally gently bit the glans with her teeth.

Then, Mom jumped onto my bed, spreading her legs wide apart. "Come on, your gift is ready for you. Come and get it, darling, while it's still warm."

I couldn't wait any longer, but I stood by my bed for a few more minutes, wanting to feast my eyes on the beauty laid out before me. There was my mother, her erect nipples slightly dark, her breasts firm and erect, her snow-white, full thighs spread wide, and below her flat stomach was her alluring, slightly raised triangle, covered with a thick, dark forest. Through my mother's forest, I could see that her labia were swollen and parted, revealing her delicate, sensual vulva. The

delicate vulva I had longed for was now before me like a blooming rose, below which was my mother's tightly closed anus, and below that, a thin slit in her buttocks created by her legs spread wide apart. At this moment, my mother was like a blooming, beautiful flower, waiting for me to pluck it, for me to invade it.

I leaned over, letting my mother's eager hand grasp my penis, guiding it to her wet, juicy cunt. "Come on, come and take Mommy," she whispered encouragingly.

I slowly thrust my hips, letting my penis inch by inch penetrate my mother's wet, hungry, tender cunt, all the way to the deepest part of her vagina, my testicles pressing against her soft, luscious buttocks. My mother's cunt was so hot inside, almost scalding my deeply penetrating penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful.

I remained motionless for several minutes, carefully savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me, enjoying the real pleasure of having my penis inserted into my mother's luscious, juicy cunt.

My teenage dream had unbelievably become a reality. I had thus completed my rite of passage into adulthood by inserting my aggressive penis (that's what my mother always called it) into my mother's cunt!

"Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you!"

At this moment, I felt a surge of gratitude and sincere love for the woman lying beneath me—my mother—who had given me the best gift that all mothers in the world could give to their sons.

"Darling, I love you too, come on, come on... fuck Mom... tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom!"

At this moment, if I hadn't already dreamed of having sex with my mother so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her. I began to slowly thrust in and out of my mother's beautiful body, first slowly pulling out of her tight, throbbing vagina, then feeding her all the way in.

During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight, wet vagina. I brought my mouth to my mother's lips, and the two of us began to kiss, like two secret lovers who had been together for a long time, no longer just a pure kiss between mother and son.

Yet at this moment, in this first intimate encounter between my mother and me, one that is not accepted by society, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son. Yes, the person I was making love with at this moment was my lover, my dearest darling, but especially—my mother!

My mother twisted her body, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, her waist moving back and forth like a piston, lifting or lowering her vagina. Her mouth began to emit beautiful moans, which also made me utter sounds of pleasure, "Mom, your cunt is so beautiful!"

Gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster, each time I penetrated deeper than the last, and when I had reached the very depths of my mother's cunt, I would grind inside. My mother, as if we were one, used her waist and hips to give me perfect coordination.

I couldn't understand it at all, yet I had endured it for so long. My penis felt like it was on fire, a stimulating, burning sensation. I gripped my mother's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts. Both of my mother's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusting movements.

Finally, we both seemed to sense the approaching climax. I began my faster and more powerful thrusts, and my mother arched her lower abdomen to receive my thrusts. Suddenly, my mother let out a long moan: "Ah, ah... darling... fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy hard, ah... ah ah..."

At the same time, I began to violently pound my mother's lower body, slamming her perfect, white buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to thrust into her again. I was really fucking her hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more.

My bed now made beautiful sounds in sync with my thrusting into my mother's overflowing, tender cunt. With each thrust, my testicles slapped against her beautiful buttocks. My mother had already raised her knees high so that my huge cock could penetrate her cunt even more effectively.

I felt a tightening in my testicles, knowing I was about to reach orgasm. "Mom, I'm coming," I gasped. My mother was also breathing rapidly, and at the same time, her buttocks seemed to be dancing wildly beneath me, the frenzied rhythm unimaginable to me for her beautiful buttocks to produce. Finally, my cannon began to fire, shooting my hot liquid into my mother's tight hole, scalding the inside of her female body.

My mother let out a long sigh from her nose, and then her body beneath me suddenly stiffened, followed by violent trembling. Her body, like a bow, lifted us both off the bed. After a while, my mother's taut, rainbow-like body trembled, the muscles of her vaginal walls gripping my cock, spasming wildly on it. My mother and I reached orgasm together.

Then, Mom's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Mom's body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed, her lips slightly parted beneath mine.

I remained on top of Mom, completely relaxed, but my penis remained hard, inserted into Mom's overflowing vagina. A large area beneath Mom's buttocks was wet with our love juices, and I could feel ripples spreading through her ripe body—the afterglow of her orgasm. Gradually,

I began to regain my senses. I felt a shock I had never experienced before. My life with Mom would never be the same again. Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, wonderfully complex mother-son relationship we once shared when we practiced kissing. It had undergone a metamorphosis!

My mother, my biological mother, gave me her body and personally inserted her son's incestuous penis into her vagina, moaning seductively during intercourse with her son, experiencing forbidden pleasure.

In my fantasies, our intimate union was already...

but when this fantasy became reality, God, the joy was indescribable...

I couldn't help but start caressing my mother's beautiful body. Her sensitive body trembled under my touch. Finally, my mother whispered to me, "Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life! Ah, I feel like I've never had an orgasm before, darling, you make me feel so beautiful!" As my mother spoke,

I felt her vagina clamp tightly around me again, and her body began to tremble with pleasure. To be honest, this was the first time I had heard my mother speak to me with such a vow-like tone, but I could understand her, because what we had just done was so different from her usual life that she needed to use such a strong tone to express the emotions at this moment.

"Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me, Mom. I don't know how to express how much I love you!"

At this moment, my whole body and soul were immersed in boundless love for my beautiful mother.

My mother lay beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. "Hey, look at your bed!"

"I know my bed is covered in the love juices left from our lovemaking! I don't know why, but we were just together, excited together, saying meaningless things that we couldn't quite understand. I think we were just expressing our happiness!" We laughed together, and I lay on my mother's soft, fleshy body. The laughter made my penis gently rub against her vulva, and my penis became hard again.

"Ah... um, I think this is good. We can clean the bed again, and then, and then... um, prepare for our next time, and the time after that... ah..." We maintained our previous posture and continued to talk, about how we came together, how we came together, and how we made love on my bed.

"When you first asked me to kiss you, I guessed what you wanted me to do. But as I let you kiss me again and again, I knew I also wanted to make love to you. You know, I don't feel guilty doing this. I just love you, love you more than anyone else in the world. I think, including your sister and brother, even your father, I really wanted to tell you all this in this way. Mom, you might find it a little strange, but I love you as my mother more than ever before. Yes, your body fascinates me, and your sexy ass really intoxicates me, but I still see you as the best mother a person can have."

We talked and kissed, caressing each other. Before we knew it, we were making love again. This time, Mom rolled over and straddled me, so she was on top. As she moved up and down on my penis, my eyes almost popped out of my head. It gave me an unforgettable sexual experience. Then we got up and ate some snacks, then went back to bed and quickly made love again before the rest of the family arrived.

From then on, my mother became my lover. She constantly created opportunities for us to be alone, and sometimes we were quite daring. For example, there was a large closet downstairs, big enough for a person to walk through, right opposite the dining room door. Twice, when everyone else in the house was still there, we hid inside, undressed, and made love standing up. Several times, late at night, when everyone else was asleep, we were together in the bathroom. I sat on the bathroom stool, and my mother straddled my lap while we did it. Sometimes, my mother would even come into my room in the middle of the night for a quick but very passionate sexual encounter.

However, we also often had an afternoon just for the two of us. During these times, we would usually stay naked in bed for hours, kissing, caressing, and sucking—ah, those happy times.

Whenever it was just my mother and me in the room, we would kiss, a wet kiss. My hand would slip under her clothes, groping her vulva or grabbing her breasts, while she would rub my penis through my pants. If it was safe, she would even unzip my pants…

Actually, several times we almost got caught by other people, but we always managed to get away with it. I think my sister was a little suspicious of us, but she never mentioned it to either of us.

I got into a university not far from home so I could continue living with my mother. After graduation, I found a good job at a local company. Finally, with my mother's encouragement, I started dating a girl who reminded me of her, and eventually married her. She was a wonderful woman, warm and lovely like my mother, and I loved her very much. In bed, she was as passionate as my mother, her sweet and juicy body as full and mature as my mother's—exactly the woman I had always imagined.

Even during my courtship, my mother and I maintained an active romantic relationship. So much so that on the night before my wedding, I skipped my final bachelor party and instead spent the entire night making love with her.

During my honeymoon with my wife, I had plenty of sex, but I couldn't wait to return and have a secret sexual escapade with my mother. This went on for many years. Every few days, I would try to return to my mother's side, to reconnect with the woman who gave birth to me, while simultaneously enjoying a good sex life with my wife.

However, our sex life gradually cooled down, and finally, when my mother was in her sixties, we ended our sexual relationship. But we still talk about it often and still love each other deeply.

My mother is no longer with me, but she left me with a beautiful memory for life. This is not only because of her stunning figure or her delightful skills as a lover—in both aspects, my wife is comparable to her.

I think it's because naturally, there exists one of the strongest human emotions between mother and child. And when this mother and child share a physical relationship that transcends ethical taboos, this union of spirit and flesh creates one of the strongest and most enduring bonds in the world.

Thank you! Dear Mom! You have made my life so happy and so colorful!

(The End)

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