Hunting Mother

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When I started writing this story, you might not believe it, because such stories inherently contain a lot of fictional elements. If everything were written according to reality, it would not only be dry and boring but also bland and uninteresting. So, I added a lot of exciting fantasy to some true stories. I hope you will like it.

My name is Zhao Dalong, and I'm a boy from Dalian. I've lived in Dalian for 20 years. My father's name is Zhao Wenli, he's 48 years old, and he's a low-level cadre in a government department. My mother's name is Tang Ying, she's 46 years old, and she's a primary school teacher

. I also have an older sister named Zhao Wenwen, who is two years older than me. I've always been a good student, always ranking first in the school every year, perhaps because my mother is a teacher. I matured very early. Ever since I secretly watched a pornographic videotape that my father brought home when I was in fifth grade (there were no VCDs back then), I can't understand how I felt as a child. Now, that videotape seems so mundane, just two foreigners having sex, but I couldn't control myself.

I started masturbating, collecting erotic novels and pictures, and even secretly watching my parents have sex. I remember that many martial arts stories at the time contained erotic descriptions. For example, the first erotic novel I read was "The Little Witch" by Liu Canyang. I don't know if it was actually written by Liu Canyang, but the long passages of erotic descriptions were very exciting.

I also read many novels translated from Japanese. In these Japanese translations, there were many stories about mothers and children. I've never had a good impression of the Japanese, but their stories were indeed very good, whether true or fictional. The bold descriptions of mothers, the incredibly stimulating sex with mothers, and the vivid writing were all very impressive.

I started fantasizing about having sex with my mother, but I didn't actually do it because in China, that's absolutely outrageous and immoral, even in my fantasies. I couldn't control myself, so I wrote down my fantasies. At first, I wrote about having sex with my neighbor, then I wrote about my neighbor having sex with her son. Later, my thoughts broadened, and I not only wrote about my neighbor's family having incestuous sex, but also about my neighbor having sex with her dog (this idea came from a story in "The Cases of Judge Bao"). Finally, I started writing about having sex with my mother, and even swapping mothers with my classmates. My studies plummeted. By sixth grade, my grades were terrible. My mother disciplined me strictly, but it was no use. I even thought pornography was like opium, completely impossible to quit.

Until my mother saw my novels. It happened while I was at school. My mother secretly opened my drawer and found my diary. She had thought I was having a relationship, but she discovered what I had written. Especially the stories about my incestuous relationship with my mother and my swapping mothers with a classmate—after my mother read them, she was furious. She burned everything I had written and gave me a severe beating. But she couldn't subdue me with her beatings; I didn't cry or beg for mercy. After beating me, my mother began to discipline me strictly. She studied with me every day and patiently lectured me, saying I was still young and shouldn't go astray, that the family was waiting for me to make something of myself. I could only vaguely agree. To my surprise, my mother didn't tell my father about this.

Later, my father went to work in Jilin. It was a promotion, and he was only going to stay for a little over a year, which was exactly the year I started junior high school. I was still the same as before, still not doing well in school, always hovering at the bottom of the class. My older sister was a very good student, always in the top three in her junior high class, so it was normal for her to get into a key high school. My sister also talked to me about studying, but I just couldn't forget my story, my very bad fantasies. Sometimes I would secretly hide under the covers at midnight, write down my fantasies with a flashlight, or read novels I borrowed from my classmates. Actually, I didn't care much about the pictures. When I was at home, I could see my mother's body. Because my mother didn't take good care of herself, she had some extra fat around her waist, but her breasts and buttocks were very large, especially her breasts, which were very shapely, not only large but also firm. Even with my sister and me sucking on them, they were still more beautiful than many women.

Later, my mother had no choice. I was incorrigible, and as a teacher, it was truly shameful for her son to be a poor student. So, she promised to let me watch videos if I got first place. We had several pornographic tapes at home, which my mother had hidden after discovering my past. I never knew where she hid them.

From then on, I started studying hard. I'm not stupid, just a little careless. With my older sister tutoring me, my grades steadily improved. By the end of the semester, I actually got first place in the whole school! This became the talk of the school, as it was almost impossible; no student had ever improved their grades so much. I made my mother proud. I asked her to keep her promise, but she initially refused. After my repeated requests, she finally showed me the tapes three times. She would lock me in the house alone, then go out and come back half an hour later.

The third time I watched the video, I heard my mother open the door. I didn't hide my erect penis outside, nor did I stop masturbating. I'd read many novels with similar plots where the mother sees her son's penis and becomes unable to control herself; I hoped the story could continue in real life.

My mother came in, startled. She clearly hadn't expected me to masturbate, or that I already had such a large penis. She turned off the video recorder, blushed, and gently tapped my head, saying, "Bad son! You need to study hard!"

Looking at her flushed face, I felt she suddenly became incredibly alluring. I don't know what came over me; perhaps it was youthful impulsiveness. I suddenly hugged my mother and kissed her face.

She was clearly stunned by my action and pushed me away forcefully. I hugged her again.

"Mom, I want you!"

"What did you say! I'm your mother!"

That was the end of that situation. From then on, my mother tried to avoid being alone with me. I knew what she was afraid of, but my heart seemed to be under some kind of spell; I just couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. My grades kept declining, eventually dropping to below 100th in the school. With those grades, I couldn't even get into a regular high school. My mother disciplined me repeatedly, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. When my mother told me to study hard, I made it a condition that I have sex with her.

My mother disagreed, of course she disagreed. She's very traditional, and she's a teacher. I don't know if all teachers are willing to "pretend" (I later discovered this when I had sex with my teacher, Yue Qin). My mother just kept lecturing me, never wanting to have sex with me.

I don't know if it was right for me to pressure my mother like that. Actually, I didn't do it on purpose; my grades just kept dropping. Until I was below 200th in the school, from first to below 200th, which the teachers couldn't understand. The teachers started to give up on me because with those grades, I couldn't get into high school, even a regular one.

My mother started disciplining me. Since I was in my final year of junior high, she talked to me repeatedly, hoping I would study hard. But every time she brought it up, I threatened to have sex with her. The first time I told her this, she slapped me hard, but I didn't flinch.

I know what I did was wrong, but I don't know why, I couldn't concentrate on my studies and kept staring at my mother in the summer.

In the summer, my mother liked to wear white t-shirts. I never imagined my mother's breasts were so alluring. If they were just large, that would be one thing, but for a woman in her forties, her breasts were still remarkably firm. Although she had started to have some extra fat around her waist, her breasts hadn't deformed at all.

Because my older sister was already a sophomore in a top-tier high school, the teachers started comparing me to her, Zhao Wenwen. Most were surprised that my sister was so good while I was so bad.

Another half-semester passed, and my grades continued to decline.

My mother finally couldn't take it anymore. To help me get into a top-tier high school, one night during the first semester of my final year of junior high, she held my dismal report card and had a long talk with me.

Once again, she pleaded with me earnestly, and once again, she cried. That night, I cried too.

I told my mother that I wanted to study hard, but I just didn't know why; I was only thinking about her.

My mother seemed to be trying very hard, her voice very soft: "As long as you get into a top-tier high school, Mom will do whatever you want!"

I could hardly believe my ears. I stared blankly at my mother.

She had already turned her head away, no longer looking at me.

I whispered, "Mom, are you serious?"

My mother nodded. "Study hard!"

Then she went back to her room.

My heart seemed to be bewitched; I had a very strong belief. With my grades, getting into high school was impossible, absolutely impossible.

I started working hard, studying only four hours a day to catch up on all the lessons I'd missed. During holidays, my sister would also come home to tutor me in English and math. I doubted she knew about my "agreement" with Mom. If she did, would she still have tried so hard to help me?

I created a "miracle" at our middle school, getting eighth place in the entire school and getting into a top high school in Dalian—a truly prestigious one. When the results came out, the whole school was in an uproar. My homeroom teacher was beaming with joy and immediately called Mom.

I spent the entire holiday in high spirits, showered with praise and honors, and my heart swelled with pride.

It was the Monday before I was to start high school that Dad, knowing I was going, called to say he'd be home the day after tomorrow. My heart leaped into my throat. My promise to Mom hadn't been fulfilled, and I was also excited. I hadn't asked Mom to have sex with me, but if Dad came home, I wouldn't have time for her.

Because my older sister was taking college entrance exams and had extra classes at school, she went back early, leaving only my mother and me at home. I started to regret not bringing up the "promise" with my mother sooner.

That night, I secretly left a note on my mother's bed that read, "Mom, you can't go back on your word!"

I think my mother knew what I meant, but she still went out to play mahjong, playing all day and not coming back until very late, after I was already asleep.

Time was running out, so in the morning, I wrote another note: "Mom, I respect you, but you can't go back on your word!"

I don't know why, but my mother accepted it. I think she did. That night, my mother didn't go out to play mahjong but went back to her room early.

I lay on my bed, quietly waiting for something.

My heart was pounding. I didn't know why, even though I had longed to make love with my mother, when it was actually possible, my heart was incredibly nervous. After all, the person I was going to make love with was my mother who gave birth to me, and in Chinese society, that was absolutely unacceptable.

I was terrified. What if my mother really didn't agree? What if Mom wouldn't let me have sex with her? What if Mom resisted?

I worried, so many things. I even worried that if Mom had sex with me, she would never speak to me again, or that she might do something rash.

By eleven o'clock at night, I couldn't hold back any longer. I think my inner demons had completely taken control of me. I quietly made my way to Mom's room.

Standing by her bed, in the dim moonlight, I could see Mom wearing only a bra and panties. A white bra and white panties.

I climbed onto Mom's bed. I didn't know what to do. Although I had watched many movies and read many novels about sex, I had never done it before, and the woman in front of me was my mother.

I thought Mom was asleep. I hoped she was asleep; it would be nice to have sex with her in my dreams.

I reached for Mom's bra, and I found my hands trembling.

Mom suddenly opened her big eyes and looked at me.

My heart pounded. I didn't know what Mom would do. I thought Mom had changed her mind. I knew that if Mom changed her mind, I could only retreat to my room.

Although many novels depict stories of mothers being raped, I cannot. I have always opposed rape. I have always believed that sex should be a pleasurable experience for both parties; how could it cause harm?

I love my mother, I deeply love my mother, and I cannot hurt her.

But then my mother closed her eyes again and said to me, "Dalong, you must remember, when Mom is asleep, you are asleep too. We are sleepwalking!"

I never expected my mother to say such a thing. My heart pounded like a rabbit's, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

I took off my clothes—actually, just a large pair of underwear—and gently unhooked my mother's bra and took off her underwear. My hands trembled as I did so; I never imagined I would do this.

But I did it anyway. I tried to turn on the light, but my mother stopped me.

In the dim light, I gazed at my mother, who was completely naked.

I had peeked at my mother when she was showering, but the feeling was completely different. My mother wasn't conventionally beautiful; she was a woman in her forties, had given birth, and even though she maintained herself well, her figure and appearance were definitely not those of an 18-year-old.

There are many pictures or movies of mature women online these days, but I can't see anything special about them, really, except for obesity. Actually, mature women aren't necessarily that exaggeratedly obese. I've said it many times: the difference between a mature woman and a young girl lies in her life experience and her maturity. This maturity isn't just about big breasts and a big butt; with today's technology, many young girls also have quite impressive breasts and butts.

My mother is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 55 kilograms, with large breasts and a large butt, and some extra fat around her waist. But I still love my mother.

Although she sometimes appears in front of me somewhat naked, and I can see her so closely, she changes clothes in front of me, so I don't have a strong desire for her beautiful breasts. It's her genitals that I'm most interested in. It's because I rarely see her genitals, and this is the first time I've seen a real woman's genitals so closely.

I put my head close to my mother's genitals; they are very full, perhaps because she gave birth to me. Her pubic hair is thick and black, which makes my imagination run wild.

Some people compare a woman's pubic hair to a black forest. I don't know if that's appropriate. Perhaps a woman's pubic hair isn't as thick as a man's, but what would it feel like to encounter a woman with thick pubic hair?

Some people like "white tigers," women without a single pubic hair. I didn't know what kind of woman that was (later, after meeting Bai Yuhou's mother, I learned that white tigers have their advantages, especially during oral sex, but that's a story for later). The women I saw all had their pubic hair groomed, perhaps for performance purposes; after all, all I could see were pictures and movies.

My mother was different; she was "purely natural," completely unadorned. Thick pubic hair stretched from her vulva all the way to her protruding lower abdomen.

I'd watched many movies, and I don't know what came over me, it was like an uncontrollable impulse. I suddenly lowered my head and put my mouth to my mother's vulva.

My mother clearly hadn't expected me to do this; she tried to move my head away, but she couldn't. My head was buried in her vulva, my hands holding her plump thighs, and my tongue began licking her fleshy labia. Soon, some white fluid appeared from my mother's vulva, salty, with a peculiar taste. I tried to suck it, licking it vigorously.

My mother let out a moan. I never expected her to moan like that; it was such a captivating sound, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a breath that seemed to speak at the same time. I looked up, wanting to see her expression, but she forcefully pressed my head against her genitals.

This made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I could only continue licking her labia with all my might, so hard that I felt the flesh beneath my tongue tear.

With each lick, my mother's trembling intensified, and her sounds grew increasingly indistinct. I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I lifted my head slightly so I could see her genitals. Her genitals were changing with arousal; her labia minora were protruding, glistening with a lot of vaginal fluid, or perhaps my saliva. I parted her thick pubic hair, opened her thick labia, and forcefully thrust my tongue into her vagina. It was a very hot opening, the salty taste mingling with the warm breath; I could barely breathe.

Perhaps this action made my mother even more aroused. Especially the moment I put my tongue into my mother's vagina, she made a sound somewhere between "ah" and "yo." I didn't know if she was at the peak of her excitement, because in movies, no woman makes that sound. Western "wolves" always yell "fuck me! fuck me!" while Japanese women's cries are always very pitiful (I can't write down what she said because my Japanese isn't very good), like they've been raped, completely devoid of sexual pleasure.

I don't like that kind of thing. Like I've always said, I like sex where both partners are happy; that's the best kind of sex. Maybe Japanese people have sadistic tendencies; the more pitiful a woman's cries, the stronger their pleasure. But I don't like that kind of sex

, and I oppose sadism!

I suddenly thought of the scene in the video. I turned around, placing my genitals against my mother's face, one hand holding my already engorged penis towards her mouth. My mother was in ecstasy, completely unaware of what I was doing, and opened her mouth to put my penis inside. I only realized it was my penis when it was put in her mouth. My mother wanted to spit it out, but I didn't give her the chance. My body was on top of hers, and with a downward thrust, my penis was deeply inserted into her mouth.

My mother had seen videos about oral sex, because there were scenes of oral sex on the family's videotapes. When she saw me giving her oral sex, and my penis was already in her mouth, she started giving me oral sex too.

I don't know if my mother had ever given my father oral sex. My penis felt unusually warm in my mother's mouth, and there was a kind of suction. I don't know how my mother did it, but it seemed like she was licking my urethra with the tip of her tongue. It was itchy, numb, and both very pleasant and very uncomfortable. I could only give my mother oral sex even harder. I had

never thought about having a woman give me oral sex before. I don't know if it's because I haven't had the opportunity or because I've never thought about it. I like to look at pictures of oral sex and "facial ejaculation," and I've watched a lot of movies, but I think the quality of the pictures and movies varies greatly. Some of the pictures, in particular, are purely for venting and completely disregard women's feelings. It's clear from the pictures that the women are unwilling, their expressions showing pain. Some pictures even suggest that women enjoy oral sex or "eating semen" (later, after meeting Yue Qin and others, I learned that some women do enjoy oral sex, and some even enjoy eating semen, just like I enjoy eating women's vaginal fluid.

Haha! Note: vaginal fluid is delicious, but it's not the same as the fluid from a woman's gynecological condition. Vaginal fluid is clear and odorless, while the fluid from a gynecological condition is milky white, like spoiled milk, and has a distinct odor. Men are strongly advised to pay attention to hygiene. If pathological symptoms appear, treatment should be sought as soon as possible. Treatment isn't very complicated. On one hand, it prevents cross-infection between men and women, usually causing itching, which is very bothersome. On the other hand, it can cause gynecological inflammation in women, which not only affects the quality of sex but also has subconscious harm to their health). Imagine the psychological satisfaction of watching your beloved woman completely consume your "life essence"!

My mother held my penis in her hand, her plump hand gripping most of it. What did it feel like to hold her son's penis in that hand that had held chalk for over ten years? I don't know what my mother was thinking. Maybe she made a "huge sacrifice" for her disobedient son. She saw it as a sacrifice, just a sacrifice. Maybe she just wanted me to "release" my pent-up desires on her, to make a sacrifice so I would study hard and succeed.

But my mother certainly didn't expect that she would actually experience pleasure in front of her son. She didn't expect that simply wanting to have sex with her son quickly, then send him back to his room, and try to forget the events of the night wouldn't go as planned. Her son acted like a seasoned sex expert, not only making her wet with just his tongue, but also making her perform oral sex on him. Licking her son's penis, she initially tried to control her thoughts, trying to imagine it as her husband's, but she couldn't. She had given her husband oral sex once or twice, but he never gave her oral sex. Even if she tried to believe it was her husband, who was giving her oral sex?

She held a large part of my penis, leaving only the glans in her mouth. She sucked on the glans, circling it repeatedly with her tongue. Because her tongue was warm and its surface was uneven, the circles felt tingly. Besides circling, she also used the tip of her tongue to press against my urethra. Perhaps because the flesh inside my urethra was so tender, and because of the many bumps on her tongue, I felt a slight urge to urinate. I had this feeling during masturbation; I knew it meant my "essence" was about to come out. I didn't want my first time to end like this, and I didn't want to lose face in front of this transaction.

Mom gradually reached her climax; her moans grew louder, her suction intensified, and she became increasingly wet. I could barely bear the sensation, feeling my erection fully loaded. I looked up; my face was covered in her juices. Mom's legs trembled even more violently, and her voice became more alluring. I knew it was time to strike.

I suddenly turned around and thrust my now uncontrollable penis into her already dripping vagina.

Mom let out a loud, exaggerated moan, but incredibly arousing.

I loved that sound, truly.

Sex is not merely a physical exchange; it's a vast field of study. I've always believed sex is an art, a science. I've never considered sex to be pornographic, vulgar, or something shameful. Throughout history, many have researched this subject. In fact, if humanity abandoned sex, not only would it be unable to continue developing, but it would also face numerous other problems.

Sex is a comprehensive exchange between people, encompassing both the physical and emotional. The pleasure derived from sex isn't just from the intercourse of the penis and vagina, but also includes sensory experiences through the eyes, ears, and other senses. Therefore, sex shouldn't be conducted in darkness, although there are pleasures in the dark, but this deprives one of the sensory experience of sight. Some women are reluctant to moan during sex, considering it promiscuous and shameful, thus suppressing their pleasure. This is detrimental, affecting not only their own sexual pleasure but also failing to stimulate their partner's deeper desire. As the "Hypersexuality Report" states, "Muttering without cause can often produce unexpected results."

My mother made that sound, a sound you could clearly feel her at the peak of pleasure, a sound of joy from heaven, a sound you could never hear in reality. It was completely genuine, without a trace of affectation, a sound that ignited an endless flame within me, a sound that made me lose control of my body.

I thrust my penis forcefully, letting my rock-hard shaft pump in and out of my mother's wet, lustful cave, trying again and again to reach the bottom of her somewhat enlarged vagina, letting it return

all the love in my heart to my deeply beloved mother.

As I moved, I said, "I can finally fuck Mom!"

I think my mother couldn't understand my words anymore. After so much time, some things in her mind had almost disappeared, and what remained of her "reason" was just her tightly closed eyes, trying to control herself, trying not to cry out anymore, but she couldn't help herself.

My penis was 18 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick. Although my mother was over forty, I still felt her vagina was so tight. Even with so much lubrication, perhaps because she was so tense, it made her vagina feel so comfortable enveloping my penis. It was the first time I'd felt this way, the first time I'd had the opportunity to make love with a woman. Before, I'd only masturbated, but now I had the chance, and it was my mother's vagina! The vagina that gave me life, the vagina that gave me life and now gave me pleasure!

Finally, my mother started moaning again with my somewhat rough thrusts, making "ah...ah..." sounds.

I liked hearing her moan like that; it gave me even more pleasure, not physically, but emotionally, because I knew I was making her happy. I'm not a very sexually driven person; I wanted to bring my mother pleasure. Sex is a form of pleasure. I didn't want my mother to satisfy my sexual desires, but rather I wanted to bring her pleasure. If she wasn't happy, I don't think I would keep asking to have sex with her. I think I can control myself; I think I definitely can. But because I believe sex can bring pleasure, and is one of the happiest things for humans, I persisted.

I think I was right. I secretly watched Mom and Dad make love. Maybe they were too familiar with each other, or maybe Dad was losing his stamina. Their sex life lacked passion. If it was just a habit, then their sex life was just a routine, no different from eating every day, except they only did it once a week or even longer.

Mom's moans told me she was happy; she was starting to enjoy this pleasure. Maybe she had experienced this pleasure when she was younger, so it was easy for her to be aroused. I thought that with my repeated, forceful thrusts, I must have awakened her long-forgotten pleasures.

I wanted to give Mom even greater pleasure.

I got off Mom. Clearly, she didn't want me to leave at this moment, or she didn't want my penis to leave her vagina. Mom opened her dazed eyes and looked at me. I pulled Mom up, letting her half-crawl on the bed. Mom was already confused, or maybe she knew what I was going to do. I think Mom must have watched the "doggy style" sex videotape at home, so she must know what to do.

She said "no," but she still crawled like a puppy. My mother was kneeling beside the bed. I stood on the floor, looking at my kneeling mother. I could never have imagined her displaying herself to me in this position before. Her white buttocks were facing me, and even though it was dark, I could see moisture flowing out.

I turned on the light, and the room was instantly bright. I could see my mother clearly.

She obviously hadn't expected me to turn on the light. She couldn't possibly anticipate so many things. Perhaps because I turned on the light, she became a little shy and closed her kneeling legs, but I could still see her thick pubic hair.

I parted her legs, giving me a little space.

I could see that although she had closed her legs, her labia had never closed; they were wet, protruding, and red, as if waiting for my arrival!

I gripped my penis and thrust it into her vagina from behind. I knew that from behind, I could penetrate deeper and move faster.

I thrust forward forcefully, my body slamming heavily against my mother's large buttocks, making a slapping sound.

My mother cried out, burying her head on the bed. Because of the downward lean of her upper body, her buttocks rose even higher.

I slowly withdrew my penis until the glans was almost completely out of my mother's body, then thrust it in again with great force.

This went on and on, fast in and slow out, until my mother's cries began to sound like pleading.

I reached out from behind and grasped my mother's breasts, which I loved and which she was proud of. My mother was half-kneeling, her breasts swaying back and forth with my thrusts, a sight that aroused immense desire. I held my mother's breasts, pressing my body tightly against hers, allowing my penis to be fully inside her, leaving no part outside.

My penis remained still, only my hands moved, caressing my mother's breasts, one hand kneading her nipple, the other drawing circles on her large breasts.

Perhaps my caresses brought my mother a little pleasure, for she began to gently wiggle her large, fleshy buttocks. With each wiggle, my penis stirred slightly inside her.

We remained in this position for about twenty minutes.

My mother began to regain some "consciousness," turning her head to look at me, now excited. She hadn't expected me to last so long, nor had she imagined her son possessed such "skills" that could make her lose herself. She wanted to say

something, but in this situation, she didn't know what to say. She just looked at me.

My hand moved from her breasts to her waist, supporting her hips. Because of the extra flesh around her waist, it felt soft and comfortable to the touch.

My mother didn't know what I was going to do, and looked at me.

I held her waist and began my final assault.

This was a technique I'd learned from the movie *The Sex Hunters*, but in that film, there were two men, one in front, the woman giving him oral sex, and the other behind, his hand on her waist, rapidly thrusting his penis.

The woman emitted intoxicating sounds as she was attacked from both sides. The scene was incredibly exciting (later, when I swapped mothers with my buddy, we used this method, which brought my mother boundless pleasure. It was from then on that I began to enjoy sharing pleasure with others, but that's a story for another time).

I held my mother's waist and began rocking back and forth. My mother swayed her body back and forth with my hands, and my body moved in and out of her vagina with my penis.

At this point, the speed was very fast, about once per second.

My mother had become somewhat "conscious" and wanted to show her "dignity," but she certainly didn't expect me to do this. After only a dozen or so thrusts, my mother "surrendered."

My mother forcefully raised her upper body, using both hands to support herself on the bed, so that my penis was almost level with her body. I thrust forcefully, and my mother could no longer bear it, screaming loudly.

"Ah...ah...faster...faster...yes...ah..."

I blurted out, "Can I still fuck you, Mom?"

My mother actually replied, "Fuck! Whenever you want...faster...!"

Hearing her words, I thrust even faster.

The sounds of my mother's pleasurable moans and the thud of flesh colliding filled the air on this night, August 23rd!

It was a day I would never forget.

Half an hour later, I finally ejaculated every last drop of my sperm into my mother's vagina!

[The End]

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