Mother and Son's Ecstasy

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Mother and Son's Ecstasy (Complete Collection)
Author: Landscape Painting
Part One: First Warmth
This is a true story. It happened when I was seventeen. I was a high school sophomore.
My father was abroad for a long time, and my mother and I lived together in Taipei.
My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was very popular and appeared on the covers of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a teacher at a dance school, and still does so now.
My mother is now 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something very interesting happened: That day, I was playing basketball on the high school court when a classmate rushed over to tell me that a girl was looking for me in the gatehouse. I asked who it was. He said, "That woman is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."
I thought for a moment and concluded it was my mother. I laughed uncontrollably and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister! It must be my mother!"
My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty!"
I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, you can't tell."
It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. She had bright, expressive eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry lips, fair skin, and a graceful, elegant demeanor. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother was lively, warm, and innocent. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.
That year, although I was only seventeen, my physique was as strong and robust as my father's, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no less than twenty. Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're brother and sister!
From the age of fourteen, I developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, even frequently watching adult films. So, although I had never had any physical contact with women, I knew a great deal about sex, and I longed to one day see a woman's naked body, to see what a woman's breasts and genitals looked like.
I observed women diligently every day, but I found that none of the women I saw could surpass my mother in beauty and charm.
I had always admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also began to secretly admire my mother's beautiful, delicate face, her slender yet voluptuous figure, and her fair, smooth skin. I especially loved her large, expressive, dark, naturally shy, and bright eyes, particularly when she was excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, incredibly alluring. I find my mother's every smile and gesture incredibly captivating. I often imagine the color and shape of her body beneath her clothes… I long to see her naked one day.
However, my mother always dresses very conservatively; aside from her long, slender legs and delicate arms in the summer, nothing else is visible. Moreover, my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never flirted with me casually. Therefore, I have never had any improper thoughts about my mother.
My mother has many friends and often goes out at night for social events and celebrations. If my father is home, he accompanies her. Since my father went abroad, my mother has gone alone.
Because my mother is so beautiful and looks so young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from humiliation. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out, and at dances, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, it was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.
One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday dance party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk blouse, a rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt of the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored stockings. Her eyebrows were lightly painted, her makeup was simple, and her hair was styled in a high bun, making her look even more youthful and beautiful.
For more than two hours at the dance party, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek-to-cheek, swaying…
My mother and I were both very excited. My mother, after all, was a dancer, and her dancing was graceful, her steps light and nimble. My mother and I quickly became the center of attention at the dance party. Many times, others stopped dancing to watch us twirling and dancing in the hall, which made me feel extremely proud.
When my mother and I danced cheek-to-cheek, our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt my mother's breasts against my chest, firm yet soft. My heart fluttered, and I unconsciously tightened my arms around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like a couple in love?
" Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"
I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being in love?"
Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you very much too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is simply a connection of emotions; while lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves a physical union. Do you understand?"
"Mom, do you have a lover?"
"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Her head slowly moved away from my shoulder, her gaze fixed on my eyes. Suddenly, she said softly, "Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I've always only seen you as a son, but when you mentioned lovers, I tried to look at you through that lens. I found you handsome, tall, and refined, understanding and kind. Your captivating eyes are bright and charming—truly the ideal lover for any woman! If I weren't your mother, I might have actively pursued you and become your lover!" I whispered, "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you—how wonderful!"
My mother blushed again, glanced at me, and said, "How can a mother be her son's lover? You're the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.
Just then, the lights at the ball suddenly dimmed, until it was almost pitch black.
"Mom, why did the lights suddenly go out?" I asked.
"This is a part of every ball, a dreamy moment arranged for lovers."
"What do lovers do then?"
Mom didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder, pressing her face close to mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh, "Alright, then let you experience it! We can be ball lovers for five minutes! Don't think of me as your mother now, but imagine I'm your lover, a girl you like. Love is in the air, and she's already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?" As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist with one hand, and wrapped her other arm around my neck. A surge of warmth filled me; I also wanted to experience being with a lover, so I hugged Mom tightly around the waist. I felt Mom's two hard breasts pressing against my chest. My hand, which had been on Mom's shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered, "Mom, can I kiss you?"
My mother chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" She turned her face towards me. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could clearly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant breath that wafted onto my face with her even breathing. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin…
"Mmm! Ugh!" my mother hummed a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate.
I had never been in contact with a woman before, let alone kissed, so everything was new. So, I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and rummaged around with it.
My mother made a soft "Mmm," pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't just rummage around like that, be gentle, be light. Feel the movements of my tongue in your mouth. That's what makes it romantic!" She then stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.
I was a very clever child, so I learned it quickly. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining in and out of our mouths.
My mother was very emotional; one hand caressed and kneaded my back, and she even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently caress her back and round buttocks with one hand as well.
I heard my mother moan softly, seemingly enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe, and my penis, which had somehow become erect, pressed against my mother's lower abdomen. She felt it too, and whispered, "What's so hard? It's making my stomach uncomfortable!" As she spoke, she reached down and grasped my penis through my pants.
"Oh! So big and so hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back as soon as she pushed it to the side. Helpless, my mother had no choice but to let it press against her. I felt her tiptoe, lowering her head to below her abdomen. Because she was landing on her tiptoes, she was unsteady, so her body pressed even closer to mine.
We hugged, kissed, our hands caressing each other, our bodies rubbing against each other…
The lights gradually brightened. My mother, panting softly, pushed me away, whispering, “Okay! Let’s not let anyone see, that’s enough!” We resumed our normal routine, dancing a slow waltz.
My mother’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, making her look incredibly beautiful and captivating. She smiled and whispered, “Zhizhi, did you experience what it’s like to be lovers?”
I said, “It was so cozy! Mom, shall we continue being lovers when we get back?”
“No!” my mother said coquettishly, “How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the changing lights here to show you what lovers do at this time, just to add a little fun.”
After that experience, I realized that my image of my mother had completely changed. She was no longer just my mother, but a beautiful woman I loved dearly.
I stared intently at my mother, finding her so beautiful and captivating, so alluring and mesmerizing. Why hadn't I noticed her beauty before! I longed to embrace her tightly and kiss her passionately again. I even yearned to make love to her, to marry her!
Just as I was lost in these fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that, like a little pervert? It's embarrassing!"
I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"
"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't daydream!"
"Mom, I only realized how incredibly cute you are after we made love for a while!"
My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.
"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear, and then quietly kissed her earlobe.
My mother trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please don't say anymore, it's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."
I noticed that my mother was holding me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.
Today, my mother's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn demeanor; she seemed exceptionally warm and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently, a vibrant and alluring red. Especially when she looked at you with those shy eyes, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I really wanted to devour her whole!
II. Mutual Affection
The dance was followed by a cocktail party. My mother was particularly happy today and drank quite a bit of wine, even walking a little unsteadily. I had to drive her home. When we arrived
, my mother, due to the alcohol, had fallen asleep in the car, and I couldn't wake her by calling or shaking her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and back to her room. I've never hugged anyone before, let alone my mother. She's quite tall, but because she's slender, she only weighs 52 kilograms, so she doesn't feel heavy at all when I hold her.
At this moment, my mother was completely asleep, her delicate body supple and boneless. I supported her with my hands around her waist and the back of her legs, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her snow-white neck stretched out long, and one arm hanging down as well.
After going upstairs, I placed my mother on the bed and took off her outer clothes and stockings. It turned out that my mother was only wearing a pink three-piece bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, my mother's high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat stomach, and long, beautiful legs were all clearly visible. Especially her mons pubis and the faint pubic hair, which stirred my heart and made me almost unable to control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then boldly kissed each of her three high bulges through her clothes, before covering her with a sheet and leaving.
Lying in bed, my emotions were still running high. My mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure kept replaying in my mind. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked!
The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.
Seeing her come out of her room, I called out, "Good morning, Mom!"
"Good morning, son!" my mother replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?" "
Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. When I got home, I tried calling and shaking you hard, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to your room."
"Wow! I'm so sorry to have my son carry me! I'm so heavy, can you even lift me?" my mother said affectionately, putting her arm around my waist.
"Not at all, I can lift you easily. See for yourself!" With that, I picked my mother up and carried her around the room, spinning her around.
"Ah! Put me down! You've made my head spin!" Mom cried out as she struggled.
I gently put her down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up so much, he's so strong!"
"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming.
"What?" Mom looked up at me, puzzled.
"I saw you naked! You're so beautiful!" I said, a little carried away.
"When did you see it?" Mom's pretty face flushed slightly.
"Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can't see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much.
After I carried you back to the room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom's figure was so slender and voluptuous, with a full and shapely figure and snow-white skin. Ah, it was simply gorgeous!" Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I took them off myself. I'm so confused. I usually don't wear underwear to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought that I must have drunk too much yesterday and didn't even remember how I got home or into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas! "
I don't know Mom's habits. Next time, I'll definitely undress you and put on your pajamas before putting you to bed. That way, I can still admire Mom's beauty...!"
"Zhizhi, don't do that to Mom!" Mom said shyly, playfully scolding, "Zhizhi, you mustn't have any improper thoughts about Mom! Mom is Mom, you can't treat her like an ordinary woman!" "
But Mom's body is truly God's masterpiece, an absolute beauty! Don't you know you're beautiful?"
"Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?" Mom was a little angry.
I stepped forward, hugged Mom's waist, and said mischievously, "Please don't be angry, Mom. I misspoke earlier. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!"
Mom chuckled and patted my cheek, saying, "Naughty boy!"
I continued to hug Mom's waist and said, "Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?"
"No!" Mom scolded playfully, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, Mom wasn't as strong as me. I wrapped one arm around my mother's neck and kissed her cherry lips.
"Stop! It's broad daylight, someone might see us!" my mother cried.
"No, Mom, the front door is locked, anyone will ring the doorbell!" I said, continuing to kiss her.
She panicked and tried to push me away, crying "No!" and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kiss. Later, perhaps seeing that I was determined not to give up, or perhaps because she was exhausted, she stopped struggling and let me hold her and kiss her without moving.
Later, my mother not only did not resist, but became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively sticking out her little tongue to entwine with mine, gradually emitting moans from her throat. Only when my mother was breathless from my kisses did she push me away. She said shyly in a low voice, "Okay! You've made me all exhausted! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom is going to make you some food."
From that day on, I often asked to hug and kiss my mother. Thankfully, Mom no longer refused, letting me kiss her freely.
I guess her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. Moreover, I noticed that Mom was particularly engrossed in each kiss.
Sometimes, she would even initiate the embrace and kiss.
I analyzed that Mom, after all, was still a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply craved intimacy and affection from the opposite sex. With Dad away from home for extended periods, Mom naturally experienced sexual frustration with nowhere to release it, which must have been very painful. Initially, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she certainly desired it deep down; this was evident from the time at the dance when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover—she was so passionate, proactive, and engaged. However, due to reason, she dared not go too far with her own son, repeatedly suppressing and controlling herself. However, once I held her in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and strength, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind went completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with the opposite sex... From then on, my mother no longer avoided me, and sometimes even wore very sexy clothes at home.
One day, the weather was particularly hot, and the air conditioner at home was broken, so my mother and I were both unbearably hot. I was only wearing a pair of briefs, while my mother was still wearing many clothes, all of which were soaked with sweat. I persuaded my mother to take off her outer clothes.
She said that was too embarrassing and insisted on not taking them off.
I said, "Mom, take off your outer clothes, I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. Anyway, there are no outsiders at home, don't be embarrassed!"
"Don't forget that you are a grown man! How can I be naked in front of you?" my mother said.
"Mom has so many rules and regulations! But I've already seen you in a bikini! Look again, it's still the same!" I further persuaded her.
Mom pondered for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it anyway. Okay then, I'm really too hot to stand." Saying this, she took off her outer clothes, leaving only a pink three-piece bikini.
"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in her bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.
"You little rascal! I'll spank you!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.
I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and kiss her.
Mom struggled, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"
Naturally, I didn't want to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck passionately.
She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked Mom up, walked to the sofa, sat her on my lap, and continued kissing her.
This time, we were lovers for two hours. When we parted, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting, climbed off my lap, pinched my ear, and said sweetly, "You little rascal, you've made my whole body feel weak!"
While Mom went to shower, I noticed a puddle on my leg. I initially thought it was Mom's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then it dawned on me: Mom must have been aroused during our intimacy, secreting vaginal lubrication. This was something I'd learned from books.
Since that experience, Mom often wore only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me.
That's how women are; once they've revealed a private part of their body to a man (even if forced or unwillingly), they won't be shy about it next time, probably thinking deep down: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men!
Once, a book my mother wrote about dance theory was published. It was beautifully printed, and included over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one stunningly beautiful. She was overjoyed. As soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news and sat on my lap, showing me those charming old photos. She introduced each one, and I was full of praise for every single one. Hearing my compliments, my mother became even more excited, embracing me and kissing me passionately and fervently.
Infected by her enthusiasm, I returned the favor, kissing her lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck wildly… Under my passionate kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting soft moans, as if in a trance.
That day, for the first time, I secretly touched my mother's body through her clothes, rubbing her firm breasts and round, tight buttocks. One hand gradually slipped under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely unaware, offering no objection whatsoever. However, when I pinched her nipples, she became unusually excited, arching her back and twisting her waist, moaning and trembling, "Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You naughty boy... I've loved... playing with Mom's nipples since I was a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched me as a child... Ah..."
"Mom, does it feel good to pinch you like this?"
"Oh! It feels good... but also very uncomfortable... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."
At that moment, my hand, wandering on my mother's thigh, felt a strange sensation: it seemed as if some sticky liquid was flowing from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to slip my fingers inside her panties to touch my mother's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.
My fingers stopped moving, but continued kissing her cherry lips and cheeks. Mom nestled in my arms, eyes closed, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face beautiful.
I deduced that Mom was completely immersed in the joy of success; reason had no place in her mind. My caresses had actually fueled her excitement and passion. Therefore, she had no defenses against my advances.
It was already dark. I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room light. Mom was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek under it. I saw Mom wearing a small, pink thong, her mons pubis high and round like a small bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge. The bottom of the thong was already soaked. I really wanted to remove that small piece of fabric to see what was really there, but I didn't have the courage. I could only place my palm on that bulge and caress it for a while.
My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered, "Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"
My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What, did I fall asleep?"
"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I should go cook!"
My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and went to cook. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" and she touched her genitals through her skirt.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Why are you asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You've made me all wet!"
"Mommy, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and moved closer.
"Get away! You don't even know this, and you want to be my sweetheart!" My mother pushed me away.
I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."
Mom said in a low voice, somewhat annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you something about sex: When a woman's libido is aroused, her vagina secretes a lot of fluid, called vaginal lubrication or love juice. Do you understand?"
"Mom, what's the use of vaginal lubrication?" I asked, pretending not to know.
"A lubricant!" Mom answered without thinking, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have told me this, and said, "Hey, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married." I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"
Mom blushed and said slowly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and charming man, which woman would be infatuated with you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be overflowing with vaginal lubrication?"
I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. It turned out Mom was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say, and stood there blankly.
My mother said, "Let you be hungry a little longer! I'll go change my
clothes first, then I'll cook." Afterwards, I regretted it a little: if I had continued to try and undress her when her passion reached its peak that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that had happened, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.
Alas! What a pity! I let such a golden opportunity slip by!
I long for another chance like this!
III. Tasting the Forbidden Fruit
My relationship with my mother grew closer and closer. One evening, we were taking a walk in the back garden and sat down to rest on a stone bench. After a while, my mother said the bench was cold and hard, and stood up.
I said, "Mom, sit on my lap, it's warm and soft!"
She smiled slightly, then sat across my lap, one arm gently around my neck, nestled in my arms.
We embraced and kissed, gently caressing each other's bodies. One of my hands pressed against her breasts, kneading them. She closed her eyes and moaned with ecstasy.
I said, "It's so nice to be Mom's lover!"
"Who's your lover?" Mom opened her eyes slightly and said coquettishly, "Aren't we completely lovers like this?"
"We hug and kiss every day, doesn't that count as being lovers?" I asked, puzzled.
"These are just the prelude to being lovers. If they were lovers, they would sleep in the same bed and share the same blankets like husband and wife..."
"But I've shared the same blankets with Mom since I was little, which means I've been Mom's lover since I was little!"
"No!" Mom gently stroked my face and said, "How can that be being lovers! You know, lovers also have sexual relations..."
"Mom, what is sexual intercourse?"
"Well... how do you explain it... anyway, sexual intercourse is when a man and a woman have sex!"
Just then, a sharp bird cry came, and two small birds flew from one tree to another, their bodies joined together.
Mom pointed to the pair of birds and said to me, "Look, those two birds are having sex!"
I pretended to be confused and said, "Oh, I get it. The male climbs on the female's back, that's sex."
Mom chuckled and said, "Silly child! Just climbing on doesn't necessarily mean sex. The key to sex is that the male's penis has to be inserted into the female's. Do you understand?"
"Mom, what does a woman's genitals look like?"
"The opposite of a man's, it's a hole, a deep hole, big enough to hold a man's penis..."
"How thick and deep is it?"
"About one centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters deep." Oh dear, Mom, when my penis is erect, it's about four centimeters in diameter and at least twenty centimeters long! Does that mean it can't fit into a woman's genitals?"
"Are you that big?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me, asking in surprise.
I nodded.
"But it doesn't matter. Because a woman's genitals are made of flesh, and they have great elasticity! A thick and long genital will make a woman enjoy it even more!"
I continued to caress her breasts and asked, "Mom, can I see your genitals? I've never seen a woman's genitals before, I really want to see!"
Mom blushed and shook her head, saying, "No! A woman's two most private parts can't be shown to just anyone: her breasts and her vagina."
"Mom, you allow me to touch your breasts, why not your vagina?"
"That's different. Because you're my son, you grew up drinking my milk, and you've touched my breasts countless times, so I'm not keeping them closed to you anymore. As for the vagina, it's only for husbands to see. You're not my husband, nor my true lover, so of course I can't let you see it!"
"What a pity! Mom, then how about we become real lovers?"
"Absolutely not! Sexual intercourse with anyone other than your husband is illegal adultery, and adultery between mother and son is even more forbidden! It's against ethics, it's incest! Oh dear! If only Mom hadn't married Dad back then, I could have proposed to you!"
Hearing this, Mom buried her face in my chest and laughed heartily, laughing so hard she was doubled over, tears streaming down her face. She said, "What a lovely child… If I hadn't married your father back then, you wouldn't exist!"
I knew I had said something stupid, and my face turned bright red.
"Alright, alright! Look at you, so shy, so cute! You've made me so tired. It's getting dark, we should go home. You're so energetic, why don't you carry me home?"
I gently picked up Mom and carried her through the long, tree-lined path home. On the way, Mom hugged my neck, kissing me as we walked. I carried her to her bed before saying goodbye and returning to my room.
I still longed for another chance to see a woman's naked body and the structure of her genitals.
Heaven rewards the diligent; my wish finally came true, and I obtained something I never dared to dream of.
One night, I suddenly needed to go to the toilet. As I passed my mother's room, I heard strange noises coming from inside. I cautiously pushed open her door, and it wasn't locked. I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, one hand clutching her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, tossing and turning on the bed as if in great pain. I knew my mother was masturbating.
I saw that her labia were pink, opening and closing. After a while, my mother's cries grew louder, her body twisted more violently, her waist arching upwards like a bow, and her hand clutching her breast was reaching upwards, as if beckoning to me.
I was startled, thinking: Oh no, Mom saw me. But after thinking about it carefully, I calmed down, concluding that she wasn't beckoning to me. Because her eyes were tightly closed, and her increasingly loud moans drowned out my footsteps, she had no idea I was there.
Seeing my mother's ecstatic state, I knew she was close to orgasm; the sheets were soaked.
I thought that perhaps because my father was away for so long, my mother couldn't bear the loneliness and was masturbating for pleasure.
Suddenly, my mother screamed "Ah!" and her body trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted. I saw gushing fluid from her vagina.
Wow! I had never seen a woman have sex or masturbate before; it seemed to be very painful! Why would my mother put herself through this? I really didn't understand. But I immediately remembered what I had read in a book: when a woman's sexual organs are intensely stimulated and she reaches orgasm, her whole body tenses up, then convulses, and her mind reaches the peak of excitement, resulting in a blankness, an expression of ecstasy and intoxication. What appears to be pain is actually extreme pleasure. That's why, after experiencing this wonderful feeling for the first time, a woman still craves a man's caresses. If she can't get one, she might masturbate like a man for pleasure. Thinking about this, my penis involuntarily hardened, my body felt hot, and my lust surged like a tide, an urge to make love welling up inside me. Because it was a hot day, I was only wearing underwear. I took it off, and like my mother, I was completely naked.
Suddenly, I longed to get closer to observe my mother's naked body. This was a long-held dream. So, I bent over, crouching forward, and quietly came to the foot of the bed. My mother, still limp from her recent orgasm, lay on the bed, her long, slender legs and arms spread wide in a starfish shape.
I quietly observed this alluring sight: my mother's genitals were still flowing with vaginal fluid; I saw her pink clitoris and tightly packed, rosy labia. My gaze traveled upwards past her flat stomach. Ah! My mother's breasts, nestled on her soft bosom, were truly beautiful—firm and round, like two large, white steamed buns, with pink areolas and bright red nipples. Looking further up, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long, black hair cascading loosely over her snow-white shoulders and the pink pillow. Her pretty face was like a peach blossom, her cherry lips slightly parted, emitting even breaths…
My mother was asleep.
I thoroughly admired this exquisite beauty. From head to toe, and from toe to head, I looked again and again. Her delicate body was curvaceous and exquisite, her flowing lines incredibly beautiful… Ah, this beauty was truly God's masterpiece!
I was completely captivated! I couldn't resist! I quietly climbed into bed, kissed her cherry lips, and gently caressed her two firm breasts with both hands. My mother's breathing didn't change; she seemed to be sleeping very soundly.
I boldly parted her beautiful labia with my fingers and saw a small fleshy ball above the labia minora. I determined that this was the woman's clitoris, so I gently touched it with my finger. My mother's body jolted, she groaned, and then returned to calm.
She was still unconscious. I carefully supported myself with my arms, knelt between my mother's legs, and slowly crawled onto her. When my hands were under my mother's armpits, my thick, long penis was aimed at her vaginal opening. I really wanted to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to kiss her, so I propped myself up on my elbows, hugged my mother with both hands, and kissed her. My mother's two hard nipples were pressed against my chest, and I involuntarily rubbed them with my chest.
After about five minutes, perhaps my movements were too vigorous, my mother woke up and opened her sleepy, beautiful eyes. My mother screamed in fright at my actions, staring blankly at me. "Zhizhi, what are you doing?" she cried.
Terrified, I was already in a bind. With a heavy heart, I shouted, "Mom, I love you!" With that, I thrust my eight-inch erect penis into her vagina, ramming into her cervix. Because her vagina was still wet, my penis slid in smoothly.
"Ah!" my mother screamed, her body arching backward. "No! Don't!"
I excitedly thrust in and out, my mother's body rocking like a small boat under my violent impact.
"Ah!...Stop...Oh!...No...You can't do this...This is...This is incest..."
Hearing the word "incest" only excited me more. I thrust even harder, saying, "Mom...Please forgive me...Ah, I can't take it..."
My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, just like a virgin's (I knew from books that a virgin's vagina is very tight).
Ah, Mom's vagina is not only tight, but also warm and soft, it feels so good to thrust in and out. "Son... Ah!... Please stop... Oh... We can't do this... Oh my god... I'm coming..." I felt her legs stretching upwards and then tightly wrapping around my waist.
I felt my mother's vagina contract, squeezing my penis so tightly it felt like it would break... A surge of hot fluid felt wonderfully good on my glans. I couldn't help but thrust in forcefully...
"Oh!" my mother cried out, her body convulsing, her arms gripping me tightly, kissing me passionately and enthusiastically. After about a minute, her limbs relaxed, and she stopped moving. I knew she had another orgasm.
I paused for a moment before pulling my penis out. I knelt beside her, admiring my mother's post-orgasmic beauty. I saw the fluid gushing from her vagina flowing down her buttocks and onto the sheets.
My mother's body trembled, and she turned to her side, crawling face down on the bed.
My hands caressed her body.
"No...please...don't do this..." she murmured softly, crawling towards the edge of the bed, trying to escape.
I hugged her from behind.
"Zhizhi, you can't...no...ouch..."
"Mom, I love you, you're mine, I want to have you!"
"I'm your mother...I can't be with you...mother and son can't have sex!"
But I didn't care. I grabbed my mother's slender waist with both hands, lifted her buttocks, and made her kneel on the bed. Ah, my mother's back was even more sexy and charming: her snow-white, round buttocks were very elastic, and her tender red labia were completely exposed to my eyes from between her slightly parted buttocks.
With curiosity and love, I carefully admired and studied my mother's genitals. I used two thumbs to separate her labia majora and used my middle finger to tease her labia minora. I saw that pink little fleshy ball at her mons pubis again, ah! My mother's clitoris is so beautiful! The book says that this place is the most sensitive area for a woman. So, I stretched out a finger and gently touched it.
"Ouch!" Mother cried out in surprise, her body arching upwards, trembling violently. "No...no! Zhizhi...Mommy...stop...you can't do this..."
I continued to caress her sensitive clitoris, and Mother's body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake, her cries growing louder and louder.
Seeing such a strong reaction from Mother under my touch, my heroic spirit surged, and my emotions became even more excited.
I held my penis and thrust in forcefully, "plop," deeply penetrating Mother's body.
"Oh!" Mother gasped softly, her body trembling again.
"...Oh...Mommy...my darling...your vagina is so wonderful! I want to be with you forever." I shouted excitedly as I thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position.
Mother's vagina contracted repeatedly, moaning loudly. I thrust violently hundreds of times, and Mother no longer resisted, instead moving her hips in coordination with my movements.
"Mommy...are you enjoying it?" I asked as I thrust.
"So good!" she cried. "...Oh...son...ah...good man..."
"Mom...want more?"
"Yes...Zhizhi...fuck me...oh...Mom's all yours...you're making me feel so good...my whole body is tingling...ah..."
I felt my mother's vagina like a suction cup, sucking hard on my penis.
"...ah...harder...oh...oh...son...ah...I'm coming again!...God...faster! Zhizhi...harder..."
My thrusts became even faster. My mother's body swayed back and forth under my impact.
"Ah!" My mother screamed again, her body trembling, and she collapsed onto the bed.
I knew she had her third orgasm.
I moved my mother's body towards me.
We hugged each other tightly, our tongues intertwining...
I kissed her and whispered, "My little lover, are you comfortable?"
She didn't answer me, her beautiful eyes closed, she nodded gently, letting me caress and kiss her.
IV. Mother and Son's Love
After a while, my penis was erect again, eager to show its power. I gently stroked my mother's firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis.
The moment her hand touched it, she let out a soft "Oh," and gripped it tightly, stroking it up and down.
I whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, was that exciting?"
She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, "Exciting!" Then she closed her eyes again.
"My darling, do you want more?" I continued.
She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a soft, alluring gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently, and closed her eyes again. "My little darling, tell me, do you want more?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted more.
She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly, "You little rascal!
...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still ask!" My mother kissed my lips softly, and rested her head on my chest.
At this moment, my fingers were already inside her vagina, touching the firm G-spot, and I circled it.
"Oh!" Mom cried out, her mouth half-open, trembling. Then, she threw herself into my arms and said, "Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back...hurry! Fuck me!"
"My little darling! So good!" I praised, laying Mom's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, climbing on top of her, and my hard penis once again entered her tender cave.
I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting at the same time.
My mother's snow-white body undulated with my thrusts, and gradually she began to moan softly, then murmured like a nightingale's song, before she began to call out incoherently: "...Ah...I...baby...son...Mom...oh...ah...harder...Mom feels so good...harder...fuck me to death...
" "Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!..." I said as I fucked her, "Why don't you call me...good husband..."
"I'm your mother...how can you...faster...ah...I'm coming again..."
I thrust even harder...
"You really are...good husband...harder..."
My mother sometimes called me son, sometimes called my name, and still called me her good husband. It seemed she was infatuated, completely lost in the bliss of lovemaking, no longer able to distinguish who I was to her.
She continued to moan, "...I...good...Mom...it feels so good...faster...I'm coming again...ah...faster, son, hurry...dear daddy...ooh...I'm done..."
Her fourth orgasm seemed even more intense; she clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.
When her orgasm subsided, she lay limp on the bed like a drowsy person, her body as soft as a pile of mud, letting me manipulate and caress her.
Seeing my mother's pitiful state after my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn't relieved myself yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.
"Zhizhi... I need... to pee... to the toilet..." my mother murmured softly, her eyes tightly closed. But I understood: my mother needed to pee!
I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she slumped back onto the bed.
Ah! Poor mother, she had no strength left.
What to do? My mother urgently needed to pee!
A thought struck me, and I picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, her limbs and head drooping, as if she felt nothing.
In the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet; her eyes were closed, her body swaying from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle in my arms.
After the urination stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. She was a little more awake by then, slightly opening her eyes to look at me, and whispered, "Ah-Zhi...you..."
I lay down beside her again, pulled her into my arms, and let her head rest on my arm, saying, "Mom, is something wrong?"
She gently shook her head and then closed her eyes again.
I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"
She slightly opened her eyes again, looked at me, and shook her head.
"Mommy, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.
"Ah-Zhi, you're so energetic...I had five orgasms...I don't even have the strength to speak...Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.
"Mommy, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I pulled her hand to my erect penis.
Mom squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"
Her delicate hand moved over my penis, occasionally stroking the glans with her soft, smooth fingers—it felt so good.
"Mommy, can I play a little longer?"
"No! No more!" Her voice was low but firm.
"Mommy, but it feels so uncomfortable here!" My penis throbbed in her hand.
"Good son, don't do it again! What if you ejaculate inside me and get me pregnant!" Mom said with worry in her eyes, "How about this, I'll help you release." Saying this, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and licked my glans with her small, red tongue. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.
I saw that Mom's cherry-like mouth was stretched so tight it looked like it was about to tear, and with a pang of heartache, I pulled my penis out of her mouth. She cried out, "Mom, don't do this! It's painful for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too."
"Zhizhi, your thing is too big! My mouth can't hold it all!" Mom said sullenly, then helplessly lay back down, silent and still, quietly watching me.
I said, "Mom, let me play one more time."
She glanced at me shyly, neither objecting nor agreeing, simply closing her eyes.
I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, thinking this would allow me to penetrate deeper. Mom's body began to rise and fall with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body began to writhe, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side, as if she couldn't bear it any longer. About twenty minutes later, my mother began to shout, "...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...I'm going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."
"Ah...Mommy...you're so tight...Mom, I'm going to cum too!"
"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...the fertile period...ah! Pull it out quickly...we can't have a child...ah..."
But my mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.
"Son...don't cum inside...oh...I'm going to come..." she screamed.
"Mom, you're so tight...your uterus is holding on...I can't pull out..." I said, while continuing to thrust violently, faster and harder.
"Son...I...I can't control myself...ah...harder...don't stop..."
"Mom...what should I do..." I thrust harder.
"Son...oh God...ah..." My mother's vagina sucked my penis violently once again. Oh, a surge of heat washed over my penis… making me want to ejaculate.
“…Mom…I can’t hold back…ah…” My body trembled violently. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother’s womb, my body went limp, and I collapsed onto her.
“Ah!” My mother cried out, reaching her climax at the same time! Her body trembled, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her vagina rhythmically twitching a dozen times. Then, she released her grip and collapsed limply onto the bed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.
We were both exhausted and slept in each other’s arms for four hours. When I woke up, my mother was probably already awake. She was still in my arms, and when she saw me wake up, she stroked my face and said, “Zhizhi, you’re awake!”
“Mom, were you awake earlier?”
“I was awake a long time ago, but I was afraid of waking you, so I didn’t dare to move.”
“Mom, I love you so much!” I said excitedly, kissing her lips at the same time.
She pushed me away and said, "Zhizhi, we're so foolish."
"Mom, is it comfortable making love with me?" I asked, stroking her breasts.
"Of course it's comfortable!" she answered excitedly.
"Then why do you say we're foolish?" I asked.
"We're mother and son, we can't make love!"
"Mom, men and women are attracted to each other, they have desires, and achieving physical and mental pleasure through intercourse is such a wonderful thing! Mother and son are also flesh and blood, men and women, with feelings and desires between them, why can't we make love?" I asked righteously.
"Probably because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring," my mother murmured.
"Then we don't have to have children! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Only when the feelings between a man and a woman reach a passionate stage will they make love; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment we get from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?"
"I've never enjoyed it so much before..." A strange light shone in her eyes.
I asked, "Mom, have you ever enjoyed it this much when you made love with Dad?"
She gently shook her head: "Your father isn't as capable as you, and he's very selfish. He only cares about his own release and never cares whether I'm satisfied. Every time we're intimate, he always finishes in a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead... Sigh, don't mention him..." Her eyes were filled with sorrow.
"Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?"
"Son, Mommy loves you so much!" She was very emotional, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.
"Mom, did what I just said make sense?" I took the opportunity to ask her.
"After hearing your analysis, I'm so moved and I agree with it. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours! My little darling, I'm yours now!" Mom's eyes were full of passion as she spoke.
Then, she said slowly, "But you must never let your father or any outsiders know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"
"Ah! Mom is so sensible and understanding! From now on, I will make love to you every day and give you pleasure, so you won't have to masturbate." My hand reached down again, and a finger was inserted into her vagina. I felt her hand also grasp my penis, which had become hard again.
"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would really become your lover!"
"How wonderful! Mom! Don't you want to?"
"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.
"Mom, do you know, I've been in love with you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none of them can compare to you. You are my dream lover! Have you ever thought about making love to me before?" I asked, kissing her affectionately.
"No before, but I've thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.
"When did it start?"
"At the dance that day! Your charm really captivated me. I thought to myself, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After that, I often thought of you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even dreamed of making love with you. You really became my dream lover! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I am so happy!"
Mom said impulsively, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and took the huge glans into her mouth.
V. Obsessive Love
The next day at noon, I returned home from school, and Mom was cooking in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm home! The teacher has a meeting this afternoon, so there's no school." I reported to Mom from afar.
Mom turned to look at me affectionately, her eyes so bright, full of joy, yet tinged with a touch of shyness. She smiled gently and said, "Sweetie, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Then she gave me a wink before turning back to continue cooking.
"Mom, what are you making?" I asked as I walked towards her.
"I made six dishes, all your favorites," she said, glancing at me.
"What's the occasion? Why are you making so much delicious food?"
Mom blushed and whispered, "You've worked so hard, Mom wants to make sure you're well-nourished."
I hugged her from behind, my hands covering her breasts, and kissed her neck, saying, "Mom, I've been thinking about you all morning!"
"What's there to miss?" Mom was clearly excited, her voice trembling slightly.
"Thinking of Mom's beauty, thinking of her alluring figure in bed, her soft, moist vagina throbbing during orgasm... Mom, I really want to stop class and go back to you right now!"
"Oh! Stop talking! It's so embarrassing!" Mom's neck turned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands.
"Mom, give me a kiss!"
"You little rascal, can't you see I'm cooking?" Her voice was coquettish, trembling, and gentle.
"No! Kiss me first!" I insisted, reaching out to turn off the stove. Helplessly, Mom turned around, gazing lovingly into my eyes. She pressed her face against my chest, her two delicate, lotus-root-like arms encircling my waist, and whispered softly, "You little rascal! Last night, I was held naked in your arms, kissed, touched, and made love to you all night long. And this morning you clung to me twice more. Isn't that enough?"
"My little princess! How could I be enough in front of such a beautiful, passionate, and graceful woman like you? My little lover, I'll never be enough!"
"But it's daytime now, how can we…" Mom looked up at me shyly.
"It's alright, God didn't say that men and women can only be intimate at night! My little lover, my darling, I can't wait!"
With that, I lowered my head and kissed Mom's cherry lips.
Mom extended her tender little tongue, licking my lips.
The long kiss made Mom moan incessantly, her whole body trembling, her breathing rapid. Her hands braced herself on the table from behind, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath.
My lips moved from her cherry lips to her pink neck, and then to her breasts. The opening of her nightgown was large, exposing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. My lips roamed between her neck and chest, kissing my mother's delicate body until she trembled. Her waist was supported by my hands, and her upper body slowly leaned back, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I bit the ribbon at her waist and pulled hard, and the nightgown opened.
"Wow! So Mom is only wearing a nightgown, not even a bikini, she's going commando!" I exclaimed. "Is this comfortable?" she said in a coquettish voice.
"Are you waiting to make love with me?" I asked teasingly.
"No way! I've never liked wearing clothes, and I always sleep naked at night. Before I had you, I didn't like wearing clothes during the day either. Your father liked me walking around the house naked." she argued.
"But I remember Mom was always very conservative when it came to clothing!" "
Since having you, I've gradually gotten used to wearing clothes during the day, afraid you'll see." Mom said softly.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes again today?"
"You're naughty! You know perfectly well! We've already...we've already...oh, never mind! Anyway, you won't see!"
"Ah! My sweetheart! You're so understanding!" I praised.
"Hmm??" she called out sweetly.
"I also love it when you walk around the house naked. So from now on, don't even wear pajamas, okay?"
"Okay! Oh, kiss me quickly, I feel so uncomfortable!"
My mouth roamed over her two snow-white mounds, sucking and biting.
Mom began to sway her waist, her head swaying from side to side, her moans growing louder, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with adoration, full of allure, charm, and thirst.
"Darling...hold me tight...I...can't stand anymore..." came her intermittent murmurs.
I helped her remove her pajamas, and Mom instantly became a naked Venus, her skin appearing even whiter, smoother, and more tender in the daylight.
As I removed my clothes, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands.
A quick idea struck me; I grabbed her waist and lifted her, straightening her legs so she was in a doggy-style position.
I saw a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, so I grasped her plump buttocks and thrust my penis into her vagina from behind.
"Ah...ah..." Her full buttocks began to spasm, the deep pressure of my penis shooting up her throat, causing her head to arch back, her mouth half-open.
"It's all in..." I exclaimed excitedly.
I began to slowly thrust in and out.
"Oh..." The huge penis created a strong pressure as it moved in and out of her narrow opening. However, the overwhelming pleasure at that moment put my mother into a state of ecstasy.
I felt her opening becoming increasingly wet, and the vigorous thrusting caused her drooping, snow-white breasts to sway.
I thrust again, and my mother's body was different now; the tender flesh inside her opening began to wrap around my penis.
"Ah...it's coming..." Mom felt a strong, throbbing pleasure in her lower abdomen. She was going crazy.
My breathing quickened, and I increased the speed of my thrusts.
Mom reached her first orgasm at this moment, collapsing weakly to the ground, her body still writhing.
I picked up Mom's naked body, carried her to the living room, and placed her on the sofa.
Her naked body rolled and turned on the sofa.
I caressed and sucked all over her body, teasing her labia majora and minora with my tongue, especially her lovely clitoris. This made Mom moan repeatedly as she twisted her waist: "Ah...so empty...I want...give me...push hard into my little hole..."
This was precisely what made Mom so adorable: extremely sensitive! With just a little teasing, she became passionate, alluring, and charming, her desire rising uncontrollably.
Seeing that the time was right, I quickly lifted one of her legs and placed it on the back of the sofa. I saw the streams of love juice flowing from her little hole, and excitedly thrust my golden spear all the way in.
"Oh!" Mom cried out softly.
I thrust over five hundred times, finally ejaculating inside my mother, who was completely lost in ecstasy.
After the tremors of her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and let her sit on my lap, stroking her smooth skin as I softly asked, "Mom, were you comfortable?"
She smiled shyly, nodded gently, pressed her face against my chest, and said weakly, "You fucked me so hard, I felt like I was dying and being reborn, of course it was comfortable... Honestly, doing this in broad daylight, I'm so embarrassed!... Even your father never made love with me during the day... But I think making love during the day is more stimulating than at night, it's an indescribable feeling... You've made all my bones feel soft... I don't have the energy to cook for you anymore."
I said, "Sweetie, you rest well, I'll go cook for you!"
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Baby, actually, you're more tired than me!" my mother said kindly.
"Mom, I'm not tired! Look!" I proudly held up my erect penis in front of her. "I'm still got plenty of energy!"
"Wow! Really! You're still young!" Mom exclaimed, giving my penis a few squeezes.
When I finished cooking and came to invite Mom to eat, I saw her lying naked on the sofa, breathing evenly, her high breasts and flat stomach rising and falling gently with her breath. She was sleeping so soundly. Mom had been intimate with me all night, not falling asleep until five in the morning, then went grocery shopping and cooking, and just now she had experienced her first daytime orgasm. She was definitely exhausted.
I remembered how she had looked so blissfully ecstatic and pitiful during our lovemaking, and I couldn't bear to wake her.
So, I carried her upstairs, kissing her breasts as we went. I placed her on my bedroom bed.
I saw that her genitals and thighs were covered in stains; I knew it was a mixture of her vaginal fluid and my semen. So, I took a towel soaked in hot water and washed her. Mom didn't wake up, which showed how tired she was. Finally, I covered her flat stomach with a sheet, went to the kitchen to eat, and returned to the bedroom. I sat at the desk by the bed to do my homework, but Mom slept until four in the afternoon.
I went to the bedside, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, you're awake. Get up and eat!"
Mom used her hands to support herself as she sat up, exclaiming softly, "Oh dear, it's all your fault! I'm still so weak! How can I eat?"
"Sweetheart, don't move. I put the food in the insulated box; I'll go get it." Saying this, she went downstairs and brought the food.
I carried and supported my naked mother to the table. But as soon as I let go of her waist, she swayed and almost fell. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms.
"Oh! I'm so weak; I don't even have the strength to sit!" she cried weakly.
So I picked up my mother's naked body and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I fed her spoonful by spoonful.
"Little princess! Is it good?" I asked playfully.
"Mmm! The little prince's cooking is so delicious! Feed me quickly! I'm starving!" my mother said sweetly, eating with such relish, finishing three bowls of rice in a row.
I urged her to eat some more.
"Oh! I really can't eat anymore. Don't believe me? Feel my belly! It's almost round!" my mother exclaimed.
I gently stroked her flat, slightly protruding belly; it was so soft and smooth to the touch. I laughed, "Wow, this little belly is quite big! You must be pregnant with my baby!"
"You're naughty! I won't be pregnant with your baby!" she said, half-seriously and half-coquettishly, lightly pounding my chest with one small hand, squirming in my arms.
Only when I kissed her rosy lips did she quiet down.
After the passionate kiss ended, Mom yawned and said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep more!"
I carried her to bed and said, "Little princess, get some sleep! Recharge your energy for tonight's battle!"
"Hmm??" Mom gave a sweet, crisp, and coquettish "hmm." Her little hands lightly pounded on my chest, and she exclaimed, "Hmm... I'm not going to do it anymore! Who wants to fight with you! My little sweetheart is about to be killed by you!"
I said, "Mom, you sleep, I'll go do my work."
"No, you take off your clothes and hug me while you sleep! You can leave after I fall asleep!" She held onto my hand tightly. So
I did as she said. When she started breathing evenly, I quietly left her to continue my homework.
Mom didn't wake up until seven o'clock. The weather was still hot and humid, so Mom and I swam naked in the swimming pool at home for half an hour. After showering, we went for a walk on the roof hand in hand, each with only a towel draped over our shoulders.
The rooftop is actually a sky garden, with pavilions, winding railings, flowerbeds, stone paths, and sculpted fountains, all beautifully decorated. The night was exceptionally beautiful, with a cloudless sky, a bright moon, numerous stars, and a gentle breeze.
Faced with such a beautiful view, we were both completely captivated, and couldn't help but snuggle together, kissing softly. Two bath towels fluttered to the ground.
I had my mother lean against the railing and forcefully lifted her left leg.
"Ah..." Caught off guard, my mother lost her balance, gripping the railing tightly behind her back.
"Coming..." I aimed my penis at my mother's vulva
and thrust it in violently. "Ah...no...not on the balcony..." my mother cried out, shaking her head desperately. But with each powerful thrust, her lower body reacted sensitively, feeling an intense pleasure.
"Mmm...ah..." my mother let out a sweet moan, her breasts swaying with my movements. In her ecstasy, she involuntarily wrapped her arms around my neck.
I thrust in and out hundreds of times, and my mother's moans turned into involuntary screams, pleading, "Faster! Please...harder...faster..."
"Hehehe!" I sprinted with all my might. My mother tilted her head back, only able to stand on her tiptoes.
"Oh!" The continuous thrusts brought Mom to her peak in an instant. She cried out, her whole body convulsing.
But I continued thrusting relentlessly.
"Oh...it's coming again..." The intense thrusts sent wave after wave of orgasms through Mom, reaching climax several times before she finally fell into a semi-conscious state, her body still swaying back and forth in sync with my movements.
I grabbed Mom's buttocks with both hands, lifting her body up like that.
She felt as if she were floating in the air, clinging to my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist...
I thrust my belly forward, strolling on the balcony. I would stop after two or three steps, bouncing up and down as I thrust, then resumed strolling.
At this moment, my enormous penis penetrated even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The intense pressure caused Mom to open her mouth slightly, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white neck, struggling to breathe due to the continuous waves of orgasm.
"Little beauty, is it good?" I asked as I thrust.
"Good..." she answered sweetly in a daze.
"Sweetheart, want more?"
"Yes! I want more...faster..." Her legs wrapped around me, her face showing a wanton, climaxing expression.
After carrying my mother for about ten minutes, I went downstairs. With each step, I paused, and her body sank down due to inertia, my penis slamming deeply and heavily against her uterus, causing her to involuntarily let out a scream. Back in
the bedroom, I laid her on the bed on her back and began my final thrusts. I grabbed her legs, spreading them 180 degrees, and my penis thrust in and out continuously.
My mother, in her dazed state, seemed to still have the strength to respond to my attacks, thrusting her chest high and twisting her snow-white buttocks.
"Oh...sweetheart...you're still squeezing tight!" I closed my eyes in ecstasy, launching a series of fierce attacks.
"Ugh...ah...I'm done..." My mother made a sound that was hard to tell if it was crying or panting, rotating her beautiful buttocks in sync with the thrusting of my penis.
"Ah...oh..." The mucous membrane inside her vagina enveloped my penis, drawing it in forcefully.
I roared and began to ejaculate violently.
When Mom felt the ejaculation of semen at her cervix, she immediately reached the peak of orgasm. Countless orgasms left her breathless.
I pulled out my shrunken penis. Mom's brow remained limp, her snow-white body paralyzed on the bed.
That night, we made love in various positions until 3 a.m., and Mom had sixteen orgasms.
We were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.
VI. A Perfect Couple
The next day was Sunday, and we slept until noon. When they woke up, they embraced and kissed, caressing each other for a while. Mom whispered sweetly, "My darling, how do you know so much! Last night on the balcony, you lifted one of my legs and made love while standing, then you carried me around while doing it, especially going down the stairs, bumping into things with every step—oh my, it was so alluring, so exciting! Your father never did so many things before. Zhizhi, I really suspect you've been with many women with rich sexual experience! Tell me honestly, is that true?"
"Mom, I've never been with a woman before! You're my first woman! My sexual knowledge comes from two sources: pornographic films and obscene books."
"I've never seen those things, I've only heard about them. Zhizhi, what's in them?"
"Mom, those things are really like a high-class sex education school. They have diagrams of female genitalia, secrets to arousing female libido, characteristics of female orgasm, how to seduce young girls into bed, how to seduce wealthy women, thirty sex positions, and so on... oh my, so many things, I can't even list them all, they have everything. Mom, how about I take you to see them?"
Mom blushed and said sweetly, "No! I won't look at those filthy things!"
I knew that Mom actually wanted to see them, but she was just too embarrassed. So I continued to persuade her, saying, "Mom, if you consider sexual intercourse between men and women as vulgar, then there probably isn't a single decent person in the world! The sad thing is, people think about it in their hearts, but then curse it in public. This means people have no opportunity to exchange sexual experiences. But for the sake of pleasure, they want to find more sexual methods, so they have to figure it out little by little on their own. By the time they've gained some experience, they're already old. Mom, isn't that pitiful! Look at me, I've never had any contact with women before, but right from the start, I have more sexual experience than you, enough to be your sexual mentor, giving you immense enjoyment. Why? Because I've received systematic training in those things beforehand! And what I've collected is a compilation of the experiences of those who came before. Learning them allows you to immediately enter the kingdom of pleasure.
Why go to such lengths when you can find it so easily?"
"What you say makes some sense, but… I'm still a little… embarrassed!" Mom said, her pretty face turning red again.
Seeing that the time was right, I took Mom's hand, and together we got out of bed and went to my room.
I helped my mother sit on the sofa and then turned on the VCR, putting on a short film of thirty different sexual positions.
It was a live-action film with background music and narration.
I sat beside my mother and watched it with her. My mother leaned against me.
She watched intently, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling. When the film was halfway through, my mother's body began to twist and turn, and she let out intermittent moans.
I asked, "Mom, is it good?"
She excitedly said, "Ah, I never imagined there could be so many positions!"
I said, "This film is only showing fifteen positions so far, there are thirty in total. Another film I collected has even more, fifty positions!"
My mother looked up at me excitedly and kissed my lips. One of her hands was already holding my already very hard penis. Her body twisted and rubbed against me in my arms, and she stopped watching the film.
I knew her desire had been ignited by the scenes in the movie, and it had reached a point of no return. My hands grasped her breasts, kneading them rhythmically.
She turned her legs to face me, straddling my lap, hugging me, and lifting her hips to wiggle. I knew she wanted to imitate a position from the movie, so I guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She sat down, letting out a soft "Ah!", and began to move up and down.
That morning, we recreated twenty positions from the movie, experiencing immense pleasure. My mother had twenty orgasms, and to allow her to fully enjoy herself, I tried to control my emotions and only ejaculated once!
When the final orgasm arrived, my mother was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and collapsed onto my bed, asleep. I carried her to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water to wash away the grime, but she didn't wake up.
After that, we stopped wearing clothes at home. Only then did I realize the benefits of being naked: first, the freedom from clothing was incredibly comfortable; second, I could admire my mother's beautiful figure and skin at any time; and third, it was so convenient to make love whenever I wanted!
We made love every day. By day, we were mother and son; by night, we were husband and wife. No, I should say we were husband and wife even during the day.
I discovered that my mother's sex drive was exceptionally strong. Even when she was exhausted and unable to move, her vagina was still wet, as if the spring would never run dry!
Strangely, during our first time making love, my mother asked me not to ejaculate inside her, fearing she might get pregnant with my child. However, later she seemed to have no qualms about getting pregnant. One day during our lovemaking, I said that to prevent my mother from getting pregnant, I wouldn't ejaculate inside her today. But she said, "No! I want you to ejaculate inside! When you ejaculate, your penis is so big and it feels so good; the force of your ejaculation is also very strong, shooting directly into my uterus. I find it very enjoyable. I'd rather have abortions frequently than give up this wonderful enjoyment!"
I greatly admired my mother's persistent pursuit of pleasure and tried my best to satisfy her.
Two months later, Mom was indeed pregnant with our incestuous child. That night, she nestled in my arms and told me worriedly, "Darling, I'm pregnant with your baby! What should I do?"
I was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Wow! That's wonderful! I'm going to be a dad!"
Mom said in a sweet voice, "Look at you, still so happy! How am I going to explain this to your father that I'm pregnant with my son's child?" I immediately sat up and pressed my ear to Mom's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.
I impatiently sat up and pressed my ear to Mom's belly, trying to hear the baby's heartbeat.
Mom laughed and said, "It's too early! You can't hear it yet; you'll have to wait four months!"
I turned around, climbed on top of her, and kissed her.
Mom insisted on an abortion. I really couldn't bear to part with my child and firmly insisted on keeping the baby.
"Let me think about it some more!" Mom said solemnly.
Suddenly, her expression changed, and she asked with a coquettish laugh, "Oh! Darling, I just remembered something: what will the baby call you after it's born? Dad or brother?"
"Of course, Dad!" I said, thrusting my hips forward, my thick, hard penis plunging into her again.
Mom let out an "Oh," then fell silent, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
I thrust violently over three hundred times, bringing my lovely mother back into a state of blissful ecstasy. As if by divine intervention, just when we were worrying about this, an exciting solution suddenly appeared.
It was the next day when I came home from school and saw my mother sitting on the sofa, crying so bitterly.
I sat beside her, pulled her into my arms, and softly asked, "My darling, why are you crying?"
She buried her face in my chest. "Zhizhi, I just found out today: your father is having an affair abroad, living with an American woman..."
I picked my mother up and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I comforted her, kissing her gently. "Mommy, it's better he doesn't come back. Aren't we happy, relying on each other?"
My mother stopped crying and nodded. "Son, you are my greatest comfort. This is good, so we can live together like husband and wife. I hope you won't abandon me in the future!"
"Of course, my darling! You are my Snow White, my good wife, I will never leave you! Ah! I am so happy!" I kissed her excitedly, until she trembled.
Her breathing quickened, and she whispered shyly in my ear, "Zhizhi, I want it! Give it to me!"
I undressed her on the sofa...
After the climax subsided, Mom nestled in my arms like a docile kitten, letting me caress and kiss her all over.
She opened her beautiful eyes, looked at me affectionately, and smiled, saying, "Darling, I feel especially relaxed today, guess why?"
I said I couldn't guess.
She gently patted my face and said, "Silly boy! Can't you guess? It's because your father abandoned us, which makes me feel free. We have no worries together anymore, we can do whatever we want, and have fun. Don't you think so?"
"Of course, I feel that way too!" I said excitedly.
She said, "I've made up my mind. Tomorrow I'll write to your father and ask for a divorce. Then...then I'll marry you!"
I said, "A mother marrying her own son is probably illegal."
She smiled and said, "Actually, in some ancient Western Regions countries, there was a traditional rule: the queen must become the son's wife after the king's death. Back then, Cai Wenji almost became her son's wife after her husband's death, but she didn't because she adhered to Chinese tradition and fled back to China. I think this rule is quite good. Why can't we? I've thought of a way. After your father and I divorce, we can immigrate abroad and change our identities. That way we can get married legitimately, and our children can stay!"
I expressed my full agreement.
The next day, my mother wrote a letter to my father, proposing a divorce. Unexpectedly, half a month later, my father readily agreed in his reply and signed the divorce papers. In the letter, he admitted that he had a new lover, loved that woman madly, and that divorce was the best solution under these circumstances. He offered to give half of the vast family fortune to my mother.
Soon, they really completed the divorce proceedings. At this point, my mother was surprisingly calm and relaxed.
So, my mother and I officially began living as husband and wife.
To ensure a smooth delivery, my mother and I decided to immigrate to Singapore. We spent some money and immigrated using fake identities; my mother became twenty-two years old, and I became twenty, so that we could officially get married.
We completed the marriage registration in Singapore and bought a very large house, covering approximately two hundred acres, filled with exotic trees and flowers, fragrant year-round, and including a dedicated gym with an indoor swimming pool. I also invested ten million US dollars to start a company. From then on, I developed my career and found happiness here.
Five months after our marriage, my mother gave birth to a smart and lovely daughter.
To this day, no one has ever doubted our age. We've been married for ten years, and my mother is forty-four, but she still looks so young and beautiful, with delicate skin and a graceful figure. Her temperament remains pure and lively, so she looks much younger than me, at least seven or eight years younger.
What pleases me even more is that my mother's libido is still as strong as it was back then. In bed, she remains sensitive and passionate; a little teasing and she's completely captivated, supple and ethereal. She's truly enchanting, with countless graceful gestures. Holding her in my arms is exhilarating; I never want to let go. It's incredibly moving.
Recently, I hosted our tenth wedding anniversary dance at home. A friend earnestly said to me, "Ah Zhi, I can't believe you're two years younger than your wife. Honestly, when we first met, I thought you were four or five years older. You're so lucky to have such a beautiful and virtuous wife. She has the quiet elegance of an ancient lady, and the gentle passion of a Japanese woman… Ah, she's truly perfect, a rare find!"
I thought to myself: her captivating moans, her dreamy allure, her tender cries in bed must also be unparalleled!
(The End)

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