A shy and reserved mother

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The discovery came one morning. I was getting up for breakfast, my morning erection still lingering, when I noticed my mother stealing glances at me. Her face was slightly flushed, something that had never happened before. Her concern about this meant she must have read the magazine and was feeling a little shy. Haha! I was overjoyed; it was time to think about the next step.

After quickly finishing my breakfast, I watched my mother's voluptuous back as she washed the dishes, and I suddenly couldn't control myself. I went over and gently hugged her from behind, lightly nudging her with my penis, my hand quietly resting on the lower edge of her breast. She struggled slightly, saying hastily, "How old are you? Don't be silly." She must have read the magazine; she was a little aroused, but shy, hence her sensitive reaction to this. But I couldn't rush things. As the saying goes, haste makes waste.

A few days passed, and there weren't any particularly suitable opportunities. The magazines clearly showed signs of being read, and the magazines often seemed embarrassed by my revealing clothing. Sometimes, seeing my erect penis when I woke up made her pant, and she would often intentionally or unintentionally expose herself in front of me. I was getting impatient and considered whether to drug her, but that didn't quite suit my taste. Just then, I felt my chance had arrived.

I returned from a date with Teacher Liang, and my mother was using a massage device. I didn't know if she had masturbated; her face was flushed, and when she saw me, her eyes held a hint of desire. I couldn't resist any longer and tentatively asked, "Mom, the books say massagers emit radiation, it's better to use your hands. Let me help you, why are you making yourself so tired?"

My mother seemed to still care about our mother-son relationship. If she hadn't been exposed to those incestuous magazines, she definitely wouldn't have thought of that and would have been willing to let her son do her bidding. Now she seemed very sensitive, afraid of crossing the line, so she said,

"No need. I've been massaging for a while now, it feels much better."

I was practically dying inside, how could I let such an opportunity slip by? "Try it, how do you know it's comfortable if you haven't even let me massage you?" After saying that, regardless of whether she was willing or not, I went over and started massaging her shoulders.

I don't know if she couldn't bear to refuse me or if she had already been aroused, but she actually acquiesced. So I said, "You can lie down, you need to relax your whole body during the massage!" She nodded with a blush. I shouted in my heart, "Yay, it's going to work!" I rolled up my shirt sleeves. My mother was wearing a casual skirt with a black pleated hem that just reached her knees. The top was made of pure white silk, revealing her pink bra underneath. My penis immediately began to swell.

I gently kneaded her calves, making small talk while thinking about how to take things to the next level:

"Mom, your skin is nice, hehe, you've been taking good care of it, haven't you?"

"Stop being silly, I'm 40 already, I don't need you to flatter me." My mother replied softly.

"I'm not flattering you! Really!" I said, moving my hand towards her thigh. My mother trembled slightly but didn't resist. "Your thighs too, this skin is so nice, I want to find a wife like this in the future." My mother seemed a little moved by my words and didn't refute me.

I gently kneaded my mother's thighs, pushing up her skirt little by little. My mother's smooth thighs felt very comfortable to touch, and my penis became even harder. Slowly, I could see her pink panties, the area around her vulva slightly sunken, revealing the outline of her vulva, which looked very alluring.

"Mom, are you comfortable? You have to believe me." However, my question received no response, so I assumed my mother was pretending to be asleep. My hand gradually moved upwards, squeezing the flesh of her thighs, slowly reaching the edge of her underwear. I gently stroked my mother's thighs and buttocks along her underwear, my inner tension and excitement overwhelming.

To avoid rushing and failing, I continued to gently knead my mother's underwear, watching her buttocks change shape in my hands, the feeling indescribably exhilarating. I gently pulled my mother's underwear up, tightening her vulva. At this moment, my mother moved slightly but did not struggle, so I was certain I had succeeded. I then pulled the underwear up to a thong, kneading her white buttocks. Inadvertently, I noticed a wet stain in the center of my mother's underwear. Haha! My dream was finally about to come true.

To be on the safe side, I only gently touched my mother's vulva, feeling its warmth and the stickiness of her vaginal fluid. I gently pressed and drew circles with my index finger, it felt wonderful. By this time, my mother had begun to tremble slightly, so I increased the force, pushing her panties all the way into

her vagina. She squeezed her legs tightly together, as if she couldn't withstand the sudden stimulation. At this point, I was driven by lust and couldn't think straight. I quickly pulled down my pants, rubbing my throbbing penis against her panties a few times before squeezing it against the inside of her clenched thighs, rubbing her labia while enjoying the pleasure of the pressure from her inner thighs. This must be leg sex, right?

My mother had now buried her face completely in the sofa, her hands gripping the cushions tightly. I was secretly delighted and increased the force of my thrusts, pressing my entire body against hers, gently kissing her ears. My mother trembled even more violently, so I reached down and grabbed her large breasts, kneading them roughly. The forbidden pleasure of having my mother beneath me made me almost ejaculate.

After a while, her clothes were disheveled from my ravaging of her breasts. I stopped just before reaching my climax, kissed my mother's ear, and licked her cheek repeatedly with my tongue, whispering to her,

"Mom, let's go to the room. A massage with your clothes off is the most effective!" My mother kept her head down and didn't respond.

I forcefully turned my mother's body around, kissed her passionately, and reached inside her clothes, pushing open her bra and pinching her nipple. At this moment, she still had her eyes closed, but she responded to me with her tongue. This feeling was heavenly!

Suddenly, I stopped, climbed off the sofa, and rubbed my large penis against my mother's face. Although my mother kept her eyes tightly closed, she definitely knew what I was doing. "Mom, let's go. Don't you want it to be more comfortable? Like in the book." She definitely knew I was talking about the magazine, and her face turned even redder. She closed her eyes in bewilderment, so I picked her up by the waist and carried her to our bedroom...

I gently placed my mother on the bed. My mother sat up, looking shy, which aroused my desire. My mother, head bowed, clutched the hem of her dress, seemingly filled with anticipation and hesitation.

Looking at her disheveled top and the barely visible bra, I felt a surge of triumph. I had to control her quickly, lest she calm down and lose her composure.

So, I gently bent down, placed my hands on her shoulders, and kissed her fragrant lips. My mother trembled slightly but didn't react. I slowly pried open her mouth with my tongue, searching for her tongue, her saliva flowing freely. My mother tried to dodge, but before she knew it, our tongues were intertwined. As our kiss grew more intense, I quietly slid my hand down, grasping my mother's large breasts, causing her to tremble and her tongue to become even more active.

Seeing that the time was right, I sat on the edge of the bed. My mother still had her eyes closed, seemingly still immersed in the stimulation. I quickly unzipped her dress, pulling her top up to her waist. I pulled my mother onto my lap, watching her trembling eyelashes, and once again sealed her lips with mine. This time, it seemed she had been waiting for a long time, her tongue moving rapidly. As I savored the taste of her lips, I slipped my hand inside her bra, kneading it briefly before finding her nipple and gently playing with it. I pinched and rubbed the slowly swelling nipple with my fingers. My mother's breathing became increasingly heavy. I lightly scratched her nipple a few times with my fingernail, and she seemed uncomfortable, struggling.

So I changed her position, her legs clamping around me, her vulva facing my penis as she sat down. This stimulation caused her to let out a heavy groan. I grasped and kneaded her buttocks with both hands, sometimes teasing her anus, sometimes tugging at her panties. My mother closed her eyes, becoming increasingly excited. I gently pushed her waist, rubbing against my penis. My mother seemed unable to bear it any longer, embracing my head and kissing me. My mother's initiative to kiss me made me very excited, and I responded enthusiastically.

Seeing that the time was right, I gently laid my mother down on the bed. I pulled down her skirt completely, knelt between her legs, and saw the vulva I had longed for. My penis was so hard it almost pierced the sheets. I sniffed the scent of her vulva, and gently rubbed it against her through her panties. My mother moaned and struggled, "No, Tiger, no... ah... Tiger, it's dirty... don't... don't... ah." I ignored her moans, pulled down her panties, and saw thick pubic hair and wet labia. I stroked her pubic hair and said, "Mom, your vulva is so beautiful. Today, I'm going to taste it." "No, Tiger... don't."

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