QQ Mom

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On my
sixteenth birthday, I finally got my own computer. Although my mother said it was for me and told me to study hard and not spend too much time in internet cafes, I always suspected that wasn't the only reason. After all, her job also required a computer…
My mother is 38 years old this year, has a doctorate, and is a senior researcher at a biological research institute. As for what kind of senior position she holds, and what she researches, I don't really know. She told me, but I didn't know either, and I didn't care to know. Students, after all, just go to school, come home, go to school, come home, eat well, dress warmly, and have fun. Of course, the premise is that they must keep up with their studies, which isn't difficult for me, her doctorate son.
My father, he also has a doctorate, and he and my mother were classmates. They got married while they were in graduate school, and that's how I was born. My father is someone I greatly admire. Unfortunately, fate is cruel. When I was just starting elementary school, my father was doing fieldwork, trying to collect an extremely rare herb, when he fell off a cliff dozens of meters high, making a complete sacrifice for his scientific career…
Although my father is gone, I've always felt he's still with me all these years, especially his passion for his work and his love for my mother. Growing up, my ideal, though not ideal, is to follow
in his footsteps and dedicate myself to science and to be filial to my mother. Actually, I'm also somewhat influenced by my mother in this respect, because she often talks about my father, praising him and telling me to study hard and become a successful man like him. I think besides educating and encouraging me, it's also her way of remembering my father. In recent years, my mother has
been even more so, asking me about this and that whenever she has a spare moment, and "criticizing" me based on my father's standards, even my appearance. She says I'm becoming more and more like my father, and the neighbors and my mother's colleagues think so too. But my classmates say I look like Dao Ming Si from "Meteor Garden," which I don't disagree with.
My mother cares about me deeply, something outsiders can't see because of her work. My mom is often away from home because of work, so my meals, except for breakfast, are basically irregular. I'm used to it and understandable, since my comfortable life is all thanks to her. Because of this, I seem particularly independent and free among my peers.
Saturday was another boring weekend. After finishing two bowls of instant noodles, my mom still hadn't come home. Luckily, a phone call challenging me to a CS game gave me some relief.
In the sweltering summer internet cafe, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, avoiding danger and eliminating enemies one by one. But even heroes are made of flesh and blood. After several hours of frantic activity, my eyes blurred and my hands stiffened. I had no choice but to gloriously withdraw from the battle.
But my friends were still engrossed in their game, and I felt embarrassed to go home first. So, I just wandered around online, chatting here and there.
Suddenly, a chat room called "Mother and Son's Passion" caught my eye. How could I, in the throes of puberty, resist the pull of curiosity?
I glanced around; everyone was busy with their own things. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the chat room. But as soon as I stepped in, I was shocked. A barrage of disgusting yet thrilling words flashed across the screen: "Good son, come fuck your mom!" "Mommy wants your big cock!" "Mommy feels so good!"...
I froze for a moment, and my first instinct after regaining my composure was to quit immediately.
I let out a long sigh, but my mind was still racing.
"What's wrong?" my friend suddenly asked, clearly having noticed something. It startled me.
"N-nothing... just a little tired," I quickly stretched.
"Why aren't you playing?" my friend asked again.
"I'm not playing anymore, my eyes are blurry."
"Damn, what kind of CS number one is he? Looks like you should give up that position to me. Damn it, who stabbed me in the back...
Damn it..." My friend threw himself back into the gunfight, and my heart finally settled down.
I continued browsing online, but those provocative words kept swirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Finally, I couldn't resist and went back into that chat room. To be able to speak, I even registered a name called "Good Kid CS."
Since I was still a newbie and had just joined, I didn't speak immediately but waited to see what would happen.
There were about a hundred people in the chat room, half of them were women, and only about twenty or thirty were speaking publicly, but that was enough for lewd and provocative words to roll across the screen.
After a while, I mustered up the courage to send three words, "Hello everyone," but three minutes passed and no one responded. So, I decided to take the initiative. Of course, this required a lot of courage, but courage alone is not enough without luck. I proactively greeted about a dozen girls with particularly attractive and suggestive names, but they all ignored me. The two most polite ones only replied with "I'm busy." My
earlier excitement had subsided considerably. I was about to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was still quite exciting, at least it was novel.
Suddenly, a girl named "Paternity Test" greeted me, and my blood boiled again.
"Are you busy?" she asked bluntly.
"No," I replied immediately.
"Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, encountering such a forthright girl.
"Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a novice, I couldn't let her know.
"Then you have to answer my questions honestly, and you can't ask me questions. I'll tell you what I can, okay?"
"Of course." Although I felt this girl's request was a bit unreasonable, I agreed in order to understand their inner thoughts more deeply. Actually, I just thought it would be fun.
"Okay, let's settle this privately."
Privately? What does that mean? This stumped me, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Wouldn't that ruin my image?
Just as I was considering whether to ask a friend, a prompt popped up on the screen, saying, "Paternity Testing wishes to establish a private chat channel with you."
Oh! So it's a private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few comments. Luckily, my ignorance wasn't discovered, and I immediately agreed.
"How old are you?" the paternity testing expert asked immediately, like checking a census.
"17." Although I'm only 16, being too honest isn't good.
"Okay, about the same age as my son. Where are you from?" This question startled me. I really didn't know if today was a lucky day or a bad day, but since I was here, I'd wait and see.
"Yinhai." I answered honestly.
"What a coincidence, me too. Are you still in school?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Wasn't this telling everyone I was a virgin?
"Great, do you love your mom?"
"Of course I do." I answered without hesitation, but then I realized that wasn't right. The love she meant might not be the same as my love. But I decided to ignore her and see how she interpreted it.
"Okay, what a good child, I like you the most, let's begin." The exciting moment was finally about to arrive.
"Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions?" I couldn't just let myself be bossed around like this, risking the end of the conversation, I couldn't help but ask.
She immediately stopped, and I wondered if she had left.
"Alright then, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." It seemed she had considered it for a while.
"Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an old woman be? But for the sake of my fantasy, I still had to deceive myself.
"Do you know Guan Zhilin? I'm no less beautiful than her." What a boastful tone. If that were true, why would you be here?
That's what I thought in my heart, but I still had to flatter her.
"Wow, that's great, are you tall?"
"Over 1.6 meters."
"Okay, let's begin." Although I said that, I didn't know how to begin.
"Call me Mom." She said it so calmly.
"Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my hands trembled a little, and my heart was pounding like a war drum.
"Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange.
"No." I answered without thinking.
"Hehe, I wanted to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, forget it." How could I be so stupid, not understanding at all.
"Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly replied.
"Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks up her sleeve.
"I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I said.
"That's it?"
"Oh."
"You seem to have forgotten the most important thing."
I thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else to say.
"It's Mom, you haven't called me Mom yet." The paternity test couldn't wait to reply.
Oh, right, we're playing the role of incestuous mother and son, that's what they like, I suddenly understood the secret.
"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I immediately replied.
"Good boy, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will feed you." The paternity test was really carefree.
"Wait, are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say, because I couldn't imagine what her breasts were like.
"Big, and no smaller than your butt, can't you imagine it yourself?"
"I can't imagine what you look like," I said honestly.
"You definitely can't imagine me, you've never seen me. You can imagine your mother," the paternity test seemed impatient.
I hesitated for a moment, then firmly replied, "That, I can't do." That's because I deeply love my mother; she's my goddess, not a slut.
There was silence on the other end of the line, as if she was thinking about something too? Perhaps she didn't want to talk to me anymore.
Just when I was at a loss, the paternity test came again: "Child, I understand your thoughts, but I think you should go back. Because you love your mother. I've been in this chat room for half a year and chatted with countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you. I mean, you're different from them. You love your mother and don't want to desecrate her, while they're just doing it for thrills. Think about it yourself. This may be fun, but it's not suitable for you."
The paternity test's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Indeed, I should think it through. Not everything fun is worth playing, especially these forbidden games.
"Then I'm leaving." Finally, I made up my mind; it was better to leave.
"Good, child, it's good that you understand Auntie's words. If there's anything Auntie can help you with in the future, just come here to find me. If we're destined to meet again, we'll meet again, okay?" The paternity test's words were so heartwarming, as if they really were my mother.
"Goodbye Auntie."
"Goodbye child."
Although it ended like that, my heart was still unsettled.
When I got home, Mom was already back, but seeing her tired face and still wearing her uniform, I could tell she had just arrived as well.
"Where did you go?" Mom asked weakly.
"I went to Ahua's house; it's his sister's birthday today," I made up an excuse, just so Mom wouldn't know I'd gone to the internet cafe.
I sat down next to Mom, casually watching TV, but I felt uneasy, like I'd done something wrong.
Suddenly, Mom took off her hair clip, shook her head, and her dark hair gently brushed against my face, releasing a faint, pleasant fragrance. I couldn't help but think of what had just happened.
"Have you been drinking?" Mom suddenly asked.
"No."
"No? If you didn't drink, why is your face so red?"
Only then did I realize I'd been betrayed, so I quickly went along with it, saying, "I had two drinks."
"You drank, and you still won't admit it? Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's bottom. If you can't drink, don't drink so much. Be careful next time." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I quickly followed.
Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief; my heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. Strange! What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything! What am I afraid of?
I tried hard to find the answer, but the more I thought about it, the more confused and depressed I became. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, when I woke up it was almost noon, but Mom had already prepared lunch. It looked like she'd even tidied the house.
After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to study when Mom said, "Come on, let's go swimming."
This startled me, and I looked at Mom in confusion.
Mom looked at me and said, "Didn't they just build a swimming pool in the neighborhood? I haven't been yet, and I haven't swum in years."
"Isn't it only open in the afternoon?" I asked Mom regretfully.
"I saw the notice when I went grocery shopping today. From now on, it'll be open for two hours at noon on weekends too, because it gets too crowded in the afternoon." Mom said, going back to her room, and I went back to change.
The blazing sun was shining brightly; this weather was unbearable. Luckily, the neighborhood pool was indoors, or I would have been skinned alive.
Mom's calculations were spot on; the pool, the size of two basketball courts, only had about ten people. If we came in the afternoon, we'd bump into three or five people every ten meters. Now it's much more comfortable.
After buying tickets, Mom rented a life ring. She can swim, so why did she need one?
Mom and I went to the shallow end, and when she took off her coat, I was startled. I'd never seen Mom's swimsuit before! It was a two-piece dark blue swimsuit, and what was even stranger was that there was a picture of F4 on the front of the swimsuit. That was so tasteless.
Mom seemed to notice my uncomfortable frown and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
I shook my head, not giving a clear answer. Mom continued, "This was specially bought for me by Aunt Zhang's sister when she was buying goods."
You get what you pay for; maybe it's something she couldn't sell and was using as a favor.
The swimsuit was obviously a bit small, but it seemed to have good elasticity. It fit Mom perfectly, hugging her body tightly and showing off her sexy curves. With that picture of F4, at first glance, Mom looked ten years younger. No one would believe she was the mother of a high school student; even I started to doubt myself…
After getting into the water, I swam a couple of laps, but Mom just kept turning around in the shallows. I swam over to her, "Mom, why aren't you swimming?"
"I'm swimming, aren't I?" Mom said matter-of-factly.
"You call this swimming? Mom, I remember you used to be really good at it."
"That was before. I can't anymore. Mom's getting old." There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her voice, which made my heart ache. I didn't want it to be like this.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Mom, how about this? I'll swim in front, and you follow behind. If you really can't keep up, I'll give you the life ring."
Mom shook her head and said, "No, no, this is more comfortable for me."
"Mom, if you can swim two laps, I'll do the laundry today."
I thought this would finally persuade Mom, but she just glanced at me and said, "The laundry is already done."
"Then I'll do the dishes today."
"That's too easy for you," Mom said dismissively.
I thought for a moment, and it seemed like I couldn't think of anything to persuade Mom, so I went for it and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Mom's lips curled up slightly. She said, "If I do it, you have to promise me one thing."
"What is it?" It seemed I had fallen into Mom's trap again. I really regretted being so impulsive.
"Final exams are coming up soon. I need you to promise me that your average score has to be above 90, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework during the summer vacation."
It seems I've really fallen into a trap, and a really insidious one at that. But I'm not afraid. My average score on last week's mock exam was already 93. Luckily, I didn't brag to my mom, or I would have been at a huge disadvantage this time.
I pretended to think about it for a moment, then nodded, and so my game with my mom began.
I sat on the life ring, leisurely paddling in the water, while my mom followed slowly behind with her not-so-perfect breaststroke. Every time my mom got close, I would paddle a few times, making her stare wide-eyed.
Just as I was laughing and joking, a beautiful sight stunned me: my mom's cleavage, a snow-white and alluring cleavage, rising and falling in the rippling water, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I stared at it unconsciously, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the chat room from last night.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but my peripheral vision couldn't help but wander to my mother's chest, as if yearning for something yet afraid to face it.
Just as I was feeling uneasy, the lifebuoy lost its balance and tipped over, and I fell into the water. Suddenly, two smooth arms hugged me tightly from behind, and a pair of soft things pressed against my waist. I instinctively struggled to the surface, looked around, but didn't see my mother. Then, a silvery laugh came from behind me. I turned around and saw my mother, her face beaming with an innocent and lovely smile, though it shouldn't be on a mother's face...
Instantly, I understood what had just happened. Those soft things were my mother's proud breasts. The moment was so brief, but the impact on me was so strong. What was happening?
"Looks like you're going to be doing the housework unless you produce good grades," my mother said with a laugh.
This trap was too obvious. Normally, I would have protested, but now I didn't say anything. It wasn't because I was convinced, but because my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to say.
"Stop spacing out. Don't try to make excuses, no way." With that, Mom swam back to the shallow end.
I didn't follow, but kept glancing at her from a distance. I was terrified that if I were near her, she would discover something. Mom ignored me, playing by herself. She looked so happy, like a carefree young girl. I'd never seen this side of her before. Was I just too ignorant of her?
That afternoon, I hid in my room, unable to study. My mind was a jumbled mess, filled with thoughts of last night's chat and Mom. I needed to talk to someone to calm down.
So, I went back to the chat room from last night. Surprisingly, there were so many people there even during the day. But after two hours, the "paternity test" still hadn't appeared. The same thing happened that night.
The next day in class, I couldn't concentrate at all. Suddenly, class felt incredibly long. Finally, school was over, and my friends dragged me to play CS, but I made several excuses to refuse.
I rushed home, and as expected, Mom wasn't back yet. It would be even better if she was working overtime tonight.
I immediately turned on my computer and skillfully entered the chat room, but unfortunately, I still didn't see "paternity test." I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't give up; I could wait…
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Mom calling. She said she had an event at work tonight and wouldn't be home until later. This news was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for me. I immediately made a bowl of instant noodles and waited in front of the computer like a hunter waiting for its prey.
Time passed second by second, and finally, as dusk was about to end, the "paternity test" I had been waiting for appeared. I couldn't contain my excitement and was about to send her a message, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too abrupt? Maybe she didn't even remember me.
Just as I was hesitating, she sent me a message: "Oh, what brings you here?"
"I had nothing to do, so I came to see you." I was clearly expecting her, but I didn't dare admit it.
"Nothing to do? Then study your lessons. Missing me, huh?" The bluntness of "Paternity Test" was almost unbearable.
"No, I just have something I want to tell you." I still couldn't face my ugly thoughts.
"What is it? Go ahead."
How could I possibly say it? Last time I so righteously claimed to respect my mother, but today I wanted to spiritually desecrate her. Wasn't that hypocritical?
While I hesitated, "Paternity Test" somehow always seemed to understand what I was thinking and accurately sent a message: "Do you want to continue what we didn't succeed at last time?"
Although it wasn't necessary, I still felt my face burning. "Yes," I answered resolutely.
"Can you give me a reason?" This stumped me. Did I even need a reason?
I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't find a reason that could convince myself and her, so I replied, "I'm sorry, I have no reason."
"That's alright, at least you're honest, unlike others who spout a bunch of sweet talk, not a single word of which is true. Let's settle this privately." What a relief! Luckily, I didn't give those reasons that even elementary school students would doubt, otherwise my glorious image would have been ruined.
Soon, it was just the two of us in a small chat room. I was so excited, yet so confused. I didn't know how to start. I suppressed my enthusiasm, trying to make everything seem calm and natural.
"Baby, come here, let Mommy hug you," "Paternity Test" launched the first attack.
"Mommy, I want to nurse." This time, I wouldn't make the same silly mistake as before.
"Come on, suckle Mommy's nipple. Does Mommy's milk taste good?"
"Yes, Mommy's milk is so fragrant and sweet." This boring conversation made even me laugh. I wondered if we were having online sex, or just playing house like kids.
"Don't just eat, quickly rub Mommy's breasts, that will make Mommy feel better."
"Mommy, I'm rubbing, your breasts are so big, so white, so soft."
"Do you like them?"
"Yes." It was so simple. I thought it would be more difficult.
"Are you getting a reaction down there?" she suddenly sent a strange message.
"What kind of reaction?"
"A man's reaction."
Oh, that's it. But I didn't feel anything. "Nothing."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes." A few days ago, I would have said no, but now I think there's no need, and "Paternity Test" doesn't like it either.
"Then you should have some imagination, right?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, from now on, imagine me as your mother, and you're doing it with your mother, okay?"
Actually, I wanted to do it too. I was conflicted. The thought of doing it with my mother made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I really wanted to know what it would feel like.
"Can't you do it?" Before I could answer, "Paternity Test" said impatiently. I thought she was probably burning with desire and couldn't wait.
"I'll try?" I still wasn't very confident.
"Who am I?" "Paternity Test" said.
"Mom."
"Do you like Mom?"
"Yes."
"Is Mom pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Do you want Mom?"
"Yes."
"Child, come and take off Mom's clothes."
"Okay." Following "Paternity Test's" guidance, I slowly got into the mood.
"Mommy is holding you now, hoping you'll kiss me."
"Mommy, I'm kissing you, my hands are tightly gripping your big butt, it's so soft."
"Child, you're so naughty down there, it's hard pressing against Mommy."
Suddenly I felt a small tent indeed forming in my crotch, and boiling blood surged through my body.
"Child, shall Mommy help you take care of it?" "Paternity Test" spoke again.
"Okay."
"Child, Mommy is kneeling in front of you now, sucking your penis with my mouth, oh, your penis is so big, so hard. (Focus on your fantasies)" "Paternity Test" really thought of everything.
"Thank you, Mommy, your mouth is so warm, wonderful, and comfortable." I let my fantasies run wild, one hand involuntarily stroking my excited genitals.
"Baby, can you carry Mommy to the bed?"
"Okay, I'll carry you now."
"Good baby, Mommy's wet down there."
"Let me feel, it's really wet." I slowly got into the mood, and many words came out like instinctive reactions without thinking. I also felt strange, where did I get this kind of experience?
"Baby, Mommy wants it so much, hurry up and enter Mommy's body." The words "paternity test" burned like fire, making me unable to extricate myself.
"Mommy, I'm coming, I'm opening your legs, I'm aiming at your flesh hole, I'm going in."
"Oh..., it feels so good, baby, Mommy's jade legs are tightly wrapped around your waist, move."
"Okay, Mommy, I'm moving, it's so warm and comfortable inside, so much water is flowing out."
"Yes, oh... baby, you've hit Mommy's clitoris." Ah, is it really that exaggerated? Never mind, pleasure is the most important thing.
“Mom, I’ve grabbed your big breasts again and I’m kneading them.”
“Yes, harder, Mom likes it when you do that, ah…”
I felt like I was in another world, a world without any burdens, a world of desire and forbidden pleasure.
“Child, you’re amazing, Mom has already orgasmed.” “Paternity Test” suddenly said.
“Mom, I’m going to cum too.”
“Okay, cum inside Mom.”
I frantically masturbated, fantasizing about my mother’s body. Soon I finished my first online sex session, and a strange pleasure made me feel more comfortable than ever before.
“Did you masturbate just now?” “Paternity Test” said.
“Yes, what about you?” I asked curiously.
"Me too, I didn't expect you to be so experienced."
"No, this is my first time."
"Oh, really? You're quite quick to understand."
"Maybe."
"How are you feeling now?"
"Comfortable, how about you?"
"Me too, to be honest, after all this time, this is the most comfortable I've ever felt."
"Can we still chat in the future?"
"Of course, this is my QQ number, *123456*. We can chat on QQ from now on, it's more convenient that way. I have something to do, I have to go now, goodbye, child."
"Goodbye, Mom."
After adding "paternity test" on QQ, I quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and even sprayed some air freshener in the room.
Mom wasn't back yet, so I tried to review my lessons, but I couldn't concentrate on my books. Thinking back to what had just happened, I felt a little uneasy. I felt sorry for Mom; how could I take it out on her? But why was I so crazy just now? As I thought about it, this contradiction remained unbalanced in my heart.
It was late at night when my mother came home. Normally, I would have chatted with her for a bit, but tonight I just said hello and went back to my room. I didn't dare to face her for too long; I was afraid something embarrassing would happen.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Sometimes I reflected on my shamelessness, sometimes I recalled the online encounter with the "paternity test." The only constant was that my hand kept gripping my hard genitals.
Every day, looking at my mother fills me with an indescribable guilt, yet I can't hide from her every day. So I secretly watch her, observing her every move and expression. Perhaps because of our mother-son relationship, my mother is completely unguarded in front of me. Her snow-white, alluring cleavage and her sexy little panties occasionally leap into my field of vision.
I had never realized my mother was so beautiful and sexy, but the more beautiful and sexy she was, the more irresistibly I fantasized about her.
It was another hot summer night. I was buried in my studies under the lamp when an ice cream suddenly appeared on my table. "Take a break," my mother's sweet voice came from behind me.
I didn't even notice when she came in, which shows how focused I was. But if I wasn't focused, my mind would wander. Only by forcing myself to immerse myself in my studies could I banish those shameless thoughts. Studying became my best way to control my emotions.
I turned around and looked at my mother, and my heart skipped a beat. Although it was hot, my mother didn't need to dress like that. After all, I'm not a child anymore.
Mom was wearing a sleeveless, oversized blue t-shirt and black tight shorts that just covered her large bottom, her two snow-white legs casually exposed in front of me. She was also holding an ice cream and eating it with relish.
"Have you had any mock exams lately?" Mom asked again.
"Yes." I thought Mom would leave immediately, but she suddenly plopped down on my bed. How could I possibly take it in that outfit? I turned my head away, avoiding her hot body.
"Give me a report."
"Math 96, Chinese 91, Physics 93, Politics..." I said, turning my office chair to distract myself, trying hard not to let my mind wander.
Suddenly, a book hit me on the head. Mom said sternly, "Sit properly! How can you talk to your mother like that?"
I had no choice but to face Mom, but I still couldn't look her in the eye.
Just then, Mom seemed to notice something. She grabbed a tissue and bent down. A few drops of melted ice cream had fallen to the floor. Suddenly, a pair of large, white breasts, like mutton-fat jade, caught my eye. Wow, Mom wasn't wearing a bra! With her movements, those two hemispherical mounds swayed slightly from side to side. Oh no, I couldn't control myself! My lower body slowly swelled up. I quickly looked away.
Luckily, Mom finished wiping the floor and left, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed.
That night, Mom's alluring breasts kept appearing in my mind, making me restless. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was incredibly sleepy.
I hadn't drunk much water that night, but I felt an intense urge to pee. I lazily got up and went to the toilet, still half asleep. I don't know how long I peed, but it was a very long time.
Just as I was passing by Mom's room on my way back, a sound woke me up—or rather, it was Mom's voice, a moan. I immediately became alert.
"Oh...husband...so amazing...ah..."
Husband? Isn't that Daddy? But Daddy's on the wall! Could it be Mommy's lover? No, this concerns the family's honor, I have to see.
I gently pushed Mommy's bedroom door; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I clearly saw a sensual and stimulating scene unfolding on Mommy's bed. Mommy lay on the bed, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the pillow beside her tightly, her two full breasts swaying rhythmically up and down. The man was kneeling between Mommy's legs, desperately twisting his hips. Mommy's two snow-white, rounded legs were draped over the man's shoulders, swaying rhythmically from side to side...
"Oh...ah...husband...faster...ah..." Mommy moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance like that of a wanton harlot.
Suddenly, I felt suffocated. Why? Why did such a vile thing happen in my family? Why was my mother such a lewd woman? I hated them, I hated the man who took my mother away.
Just then, they stopped, and the door in front of me slowly opened. I tried to pull it open, but it was too late. The man turned around with a smile. Ah, that's Dad! He… he wasn't… I suddenly realized I was seeing a ghost! I tried to run, but I couldn't move. Could it be…?
Dad waved to me, and Mom was smiling at me too. I found myself walking towards them without even realizing it. How eerie!
“Don't be afraid, child. I'm your father.”
How could I not be afraid? Even though he's my father, he's not human.
“Child, your father won't hurt you. He came back to tell you something,” Mom said casually, but I felt so uneasy.
“Come on, child,” Dad patted the bed next to Mom.
I unconsciously sat down again. My only choice was to turn my back to Mom's naked body.
Dad put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Son, I left early and in a hurry. There are so many things I couldn't let go of, the first being you, but now it seems I was worrying too much. The second is your mother." He glanced at Mom, a hint of guilt crossing his serious face. His words were filled with a strong sense of family love, which made me feel much more at ease.
"Your mother is still young, she has a long road ahead of her. I hope you can take care of her in my place."
Take care of her? What does that mean? It can't be that simple, can it? I can do that without you telling me. Before I could even react, Mom hugged me tightly from behind. I tried to struggle, but I had no strength.
Mom breathed softly in my ear and said, "Son, do you love Mom?"
"Yes, but…we…" I understood what Mom meant, but how could this be? Although I had fantasized about this countless times, reality wasn't like this.
I felt Mom's soft, large breasts rubbing against my back, and she even slipped a hand inside my clothes, her slender hand roaming over my skin.
“Child, what are you afraid of? Even your father agrees,” Mom said again.
I glanced at Dad, who was now sitting to the side, puffing on his cigarette and watching us. When he saw me looking at him, he immediately smiled and nodded.
Suddenly, Mom reached into my pants and grabbed my already rock-hard penis, saying, “Child, look at you, you don’t need to lie to yourself anymore. You like Mom, you want Mom, don’t you?”
“Mom, I…it’s not like that…” I cried anxiously.
Mom ignored me, pushed me onto the bed, and pulled out my penis, saying, “Honey, look how big it is, bigger than yours.” As she spoke, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth.
A strange warm current immediately surged through my heart, but I couldn’t do this. I wanted to stop Mom’s crazy actions, but my hands had no strength, and my body was limp and powerless. Now I was like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for Mom to rape me. The only thing I could do was to enjoy this rape.
I could clearly see my mother's mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis, her tongue roaming over the head of my penis. Although I felt ashamed, a tingling pleasure still filled every nerve in my body.
Dad stood by, smiling indifferently. Mom was sucking my penis, occasionally giving me lewd winks. What was happening? Was it really this terrifying and bizarre? I hoped it was just a dream, but it felt so real. Mom
climbed on top of me again, pressing her full, white breasts against my face. "Child, come and suckle Mommy's milk. You loved it when you were little."
I hesitated for a moment, then took one of Mommy's nipples into my mouth without hesitation. A sweet taste immediately filled my mouth. Did Mommy still have milk? Mommy took one of my hands and placed it on her other breast. I instinctively rubbed it, and saw a few drops of milky white liquid drip from her scarlet nipple. It was amazing.
I suckled while fondling Mommy's soft, large breasts. The shame I felt earlier had vanished. I was completely immersed in Mommy's beautiful, sexy body and the thrill of incest.
Daddy remained silent, just watching us with a smile.
A moment later, Mom sat up. She grabbed my penis, smiled at me, and then moved her hips to sit down, positioning herself against her wet vulva. I clearly watched as my penis was swallowed inch by inch by Mom's body. A strong wave of pleasure surged through my brain and firmly occupied it, making all moral considerations seem insignificant.
Mom sat on me, unleashing her wanton power. Her alluring face made my heart flutter. Her full, firm breasts bounced up and down. "Oh...ah...child...it feels so good..." Mom moaned happily, her voice so enchanting.
I couldn't help but twist my hips to match Mom's movements. I could clearly feel an unprecedented warmth and softness inside Mom's vulva, the smooth walls rubbing against my glans with her movements.
“Oh… baby, come… grab Mommy’s breasts… Mommy’s… breasts are so full…” As she spoke, Mommy took my hand and placed it on her chest. Her bouncing breasts immediately settled in my hand. I squeezed hard, and several white jets of milk shot out from Mommy’s nipples—a spectacular sight, like a milk fountain.
“Ah…” Mommy exclaimed, “Oh… that feels much better now… baby, continue… ah…”
I frantically rubbed Mommy’s large breasts, and streams of milk shot out aimlessly, splashing all over my body. I stuck out my tongue and licked every inch of my face clean. Daddy chuckled at the sight.
Mommy’s milk was so plentiful, showing no sign of stopping. I simply sat up and took turns sucking on her two bright red nipples. Mommy held my head tightly, as if afraid I would leave.
After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt full. My mother's movements slowed down, and she released me, flipped over, and knelt on the bed, her round, plump buttocks facing me. She said, "Child... come and fuck Mommy, like a bitch." Although I had never done it before, I'd seen it in porn.
I spread my mother's two snow-white buttocks apart, and thrust my penis into her wet, plump vagina. My mother cried out, "Ah... so big... child, you've hit... Mommy's G-spot... ah..."
My mother's words were a great encouragement to me. I grabbed her slender waist and thrust desperately into that incredibly alluring little cunt. Every time I reached the deepest point, my mother would cry out, and the sound of our flesh colliding with each other became a beautiful and lewd melody.
"Good boy... harder... ah... so good... ah..." My mother moaned unrestrainedly. I looked at my father beside me, and he actually gave me a thumbs up.
"Oh... Mommy couldn't hold back anymore... You're so amazing." After Mommy finished speaking, I felt her vagina twitch a few times, and then a stream of hot fluid sprayed onto my glans.
"Mommy, I can't take it anymore either, I want to..."
Before I could finish speaking, Mommy rolled over with lightning speed and said, "Child, quick, shoot it on Mommy." Her eyes revealed a look of desire that was both longing and terrifying.
Mommy grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I felt a tingling sensation on my glans and couldn't help but ejaculate.
No, semen should be white, but mine is red. I looked at Mommy, and her alluring eyes sent chills down my spine.
Suddenly, a stream of bright red liquid spurted from my glans. It was my blood. I saw Mommy laughing wildly in the bloody mist, and Daddy beside her was also laughing hysterically. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. What was happening? What was happening?
Was I possessed? Was this God's punishment for me? Punishment for my desecration of Mommy?
"Ah..."
I screamed and jumped out of bed, soaking wet. I pinched my thigh; it still hurt. It was just a dream, thank goodness it was just a dream.
Suddenly, I felt something sticky in my underwear. I touched it and realized I'd had a wet dream.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Mom rushed in. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
"Nothing, just a nightmare." I quickly pulled a blanket over my underwear.
Mom touched my forehead and said, "Look at you, all sweaty. Have you been studying too hard lately?"
"No."
"You need to take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"
"Okay." The more Mom cared, the more guilty I felt.
"Do you need to see a doctor?" "
No, I'm fine. "
"Go back to sleep if you're okay. Call me if you need anything." With that, Mom left, and my heart finally settled down.
I quickly changed out of my underwear and hid it. I'd wash it myself in a few days. I absolutely couldn't let Mom find out, or what would I say?
Lying in bed, I was wide awake, pondering what had gotten into me lately. I thought I really shouldn't have gotten involved in that circle; after all, I'm still a student, and my mental fortitude can't compare to theirs. But it was just too alluring.
In a painful and helpless struggle, dawn broke, and I reluctantly went to school.
I couldn't attend class, so I lied to the teacher and ran home.
Once home, I couldn't resist looking for a "paternity test," but she wasn't online, and she didn't reply to my messages.
My mother came home looking exhausted, which made me feel even more guilty. To dispel the shadow in my heart, I thought I should take the initiative to approach my mother. Perhaps the untouchable mother in reality would gradually replace the mother in my imagination, and that way I could stop overthinking.
I poured my mom a glass of water and brought it to her, but she looked at me suspiciously and said with a mischievous grin, "What's wrong with you today?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?" "
Just confess what you're up to."
"A bad idea? No...nothing." My mom's words startled me. What did she know?
What if...
? "Did you skip class?"
How did she know? Wait, I clearly asked for leave. "No," I firmly denied.
"Then what do you want to buy?" my mom asked again.
So Mom was just testing me. Luckily, I was firm enough. Since she thought I was hiding something, I figured I might as well go along with it. "I want a PS2."
"What PS2?"
"A game console."
"Games again? Don't you have a computer?" Mom's attitude changed drastically.
"Isn't a computer for studying?" I retorted.
"Studying? You make it sound so nice. Do you think I don't know you play games all the time?" Mom suddenly snapped. She hadn't been angry in a long time, and I was secretly surprised.
I had no answer and could only silently turn around and go back to my room.
"We'll talk about the PS2 after your exams," Mom suddenly said.
Back in my room, I felt nothing. Normally, I would have felt disappointed, but this time, it was as if nothing had happened. My mood was unexpectedly calm.
And so, peaceful life began again. But this didn't last long. That day, I opened QQ and found that "Paternity Test" had left me a lot of messages, saying she missed me and wanted me to contact her quickly.
Driven by emotion and my wavering faith, I contacted her again. I told her about the nightmare I'd had, and she laughed, saying, "That's a common problem for teenage boys, it's normal, nothing to be afraid of." I thought she was right; maybe I was overthinking it.
Chatting with "Paternity Test" always brought me joy and excitement, and gradually I became addicted to this forbidden pleasure. "Paternity Test" always had countless ways to attract me. Our online sex life expanded from the bed to the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even crowds. Scenes of eroticism and excitement, and my mother's sexy, voluptuous body, kept replaying in my mind.
"Can we meet?" Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't want to treat my mother as an object of desecration anymore. I wanted real sex, I wanted a woman, or I would go crazy. But I didn't have high expectations for the person on the other end of the internet.
"Why?" she replied after a long silence.
"Although we're happy online, back in reality, I still feel so empty, don't you feel the same?" I said boldly.
"Actually, I'm the same way." I never expected "Paternity Test" to be so frank.
"Then can I be your lover?" I said even more boldly.
"No, you're still a student, you shouldn't do this."
"Don't you like students? Do you want to find a playboy as your lover and get deceived?"
I could tell "Paternity Test" was actually interested. She was just hesitant.
"But I'm an old woman." If we had just met, I would have believed her, but now I didn't. Judging from her views on things, I believed she wasn't old at all, but rather a rather trendy woman.
"I don't care."
"You'll be disappointed." "
I'll be even more disappointed if I can't see you." I don't know when I became so cunning.
"Paternity Test" fell silent again, but I believed she wouldn't just say goodbye like that. Sure enough, a few minutes later she said, "Okay then, let's meet first. We might not be lovers, we'll decide later."
"Time, place?" I didn't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. If there was a hole in the ceiling, I would definitely jump to heaven.
"You guys have exams coming up soon, right? Let's talk about it after you finish."
My enthusiasm was instantly extinguished. There's still a month until the exams! How am I supposed to get through this?
"Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Just focus on your studies during this time."
I seemed to see my mother's shadow in "Paternity Test," which made me even happier.
"Okay, it's a deal."
"Okay, it's a deal."
In the month leading up to the exams, I studied exceptionally hard. My promise to "Paternity Test" gave me endless motivation, and of course, there was the PS2. Although I often reminisced about the happy times with "Paternity Test" and mentally insulted my mother, it was my emotional support. It seems I'm hopeless.
In the blink of an eye, the exams were over, and my grades were among the top three in the grade. My mother was very happy and promised to buy me the PS2 within a week, but my mind was preoccupied with my meeting with "Paternity Test."
One day, I found out my mom was working overtime. My chance had come! I quickly sent a message to "Paternity Testing," and waited until the afternoon before she finally came online. Unfortunately, she wasn't free that day either. So we agreed to meet at the park entrance at 8 pm the next night, each of us bringing a copy of that day's *Yinhai Morning Post*.
Luckily, my mom was still working overtime the next day. I was so excited at home, jumping for joy, planning our dialogue for the evening and my first time. Although it wasn't finalized yet, my confidence was at an all-time high.
In the evening, I carefully dressed up. As I went out, night was gradually falling. Sitting on the bus, I felt uneasy. The colorful neon lights flashed before my eyes. I watched the pedestrians on the street, wondering what they were thinking. Did they also fantasize about incest with their relatives like I did? Perhaps they had already done so? Perhaps they found it disgusting…
Before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination. For safety, I hid to the side and observed. Sure enough, a mature, voluptuous woman dressed in black was looking around under a streetlamp. Her curvaceous figure was quite similar to my mother's. I could clearly see the newspaper in her hand, but unfortunately, her back was to me, so I couldn't see her face, though I was sure she was very beautiful.
I took a deep breath and boldly strode towards her. I approached her step by step, my heart pounding with nervousness.
I think even a "paternity test" can be nerve-wracking. To avoid startling her, as I got closer, I mustered all my strength and said, "Hello, may I ask who you are...?"
She turned around, and I almost fainted from fright. It wasn't because she was ugly, but because she looked so much like my mother—no, that was my mother.
"Xiaoxing, you..." My mother saw the newspaper in my hand and seemed to understand everything, but she still couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. I could clearly feel my heart pounding. My mother, her face flushed, was at a loss. Me too—how could such an embarrassing thing have happened to us?
"Slap!" My mother threw the newspaper at my face. "Go back." She said angrily and turned to leave, leaving me standing there, frozen in place. I regretted it. If I hadn't insisted on meeting her, none of this would have happened. Now that my mother knew about my perverse hobby, how could we live together anymore?
When I turned around, my mother was gone. I had no choice but to go home alone.
On the way home, I was still uneasy. How could I face my mother when I got home? What would I do next? My mother was really something—how could she go to a website like that? No wonder I always encountered "paternity tests" when she wasn't around. How could I be so careless? But who would have thought it was my own mother?
I had to reconsider my mother. What kind of mother was she? Did she really enjoy having sex with her son, as some people online claimed? Did she also use me as a masturbation object? Did she meet with me to relieve psychological pressure? Countless questions swirled in my mind. The mother I had lived with for over ten years felt so unfamiliar.
When I got home, Mom wasn't back yet. I didn't know where she was. I just hoped nothing else had happened. I kept thinking about the problem from earlier, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It was
so confused I couldn't believe it myself, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. A dull thud woke me up. I rushed out to see what was wrong and found Mom sitting unconscious by the door, her face flushed. She was clearly drunk, very drunk. This had never happened before.
Seeing Mom's disheveled state, my heart ached. It was all my fault. She must be in so much pain and so helpless.
I struggled to get her back to her room, but just as I was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Xiaoxing, don't go... don't go, don't... leave Mom."
I didn't know if she was just drunk or if she truly felt something, maybe both. I sat down beside her and wiped her sweat.
“Xiaoxing, it’s Mom’s fault… Don’t leave Mom… Mom isn’t the kind of woman you think she is… Please forgive Mom…” Mom shook her head and muttered to herself. I saw it, but my heart ached.
Before I knew it, my eyelids were drooping, but I still couldn’t leave Mom, so I fell asleep next to her.
The next day, when I woke up, I found myself in Mom’s bed. Luckily, Mom was gone, otherwise I wouldn’t know how to face her.
Just as I was about to run away, Mom came in, her long hair wet, clearly having just taken a shower. “I took the day off today. Go take a shower, and we’ll go buy a PS2 later.” Mom’s face was expressionless as she said this, as if nothing had happened.
I didn’t dare think too much and did as she said.
Unlike our usual shopping trips, my mother and I talked less, but we were closer. She seemed like a different person, radiant and youthful, as if she had aged ten years. She held my hand the whole way, her full, firm breasts brushing against my arm, making me uncomfortable. I tried to pull away, but she glared at me, as if to say, "Don't move." I really didn't understand.
After buying the PS game console, my mother suggested going to KFC. We found a secluded spot.
"Xiaoxing, do you think I've been too much?" she suddenly asked as we ate.
"No, not at all." Although I didn't understand what she meant, I didn't dare ask directly.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm saying that since your father left, I haven't given you enough care because of work. Now you're all grown up, and I haven't even noticed. I feel like I'm not a good mother; I've been too selfish." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom, don't say that. You work for me, I understand. It's my fault for disappointing you." Hearing my mother's words, I felt indescribable guilt.
"Xiaoxing, do you remember what you said about the 'paternity test'?" My mother suddenly changed the subject.
"I...I don't remember." I answered nervously, not knowing what my mother wanted to do. "
It's okay. If that's what Mom really felt, would you believe it?"
"Mom...I...I don't believe it." I still hadn't figured this out.
"Child, whether you believe it or not, I can tell you honestly, I did fantasize about you masturbating, but I didn't know it was really you on the other end of the computer." My mother said seriously. "Mom, please stop.
I was wrong, I won't do it again." I lowered my head like a sinner.
My mother grabbed my hand and said, "Child, you're not wrong, it's Mom who's wrong. Mom shouldn't have dragged you into this."
My mother's words exploded in my head, leaving me disoriented, unable to see the sky or the ground. Was my mother no longer angry with me? I was at a loss, not knowing how to tell her.
We were both silent, as if separated by two different spaces.
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, but to figure out what was going on, I mustered my courage and asked my mother, "Mom, I don't understand what you mean."
"Xiaoxing, tell Mom, what do you think about incest in real life?" my mother asked in return.
"I...I don't...have any opinion," I answered timidly.
"If you don't have any opinion, then why did you go to that chat room?"
"I just thought it was fun, so I..."
My mother looked at me, then at the surroundings, and suddenly she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and spread the collar to the sides, revealing a snow-white cleavage to my eyes. "Is it pretty?" my mother asked strangely.
I felt a sudden panic; how could my mother do this?
"Do you think it's pretty?" my mother asked again.
"Pretty," I nodded reluctantly.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes." "
Xiaoxing, are you fantasizing about my body and masturbating, like you said online?"
"Mom, I...I'm sorry." My mother's question was too difficult for me to answer.
“Child, since it’s already happened, it’s too late for regrets. I know we’re both embarrassed, but we can’t carry this burden forever. I’ve thought it through; only by facing it can we find relief. Don’t be nervous, just say what you think. I’m prepared.”
I fell silent again. What was Mom thinking? Why was she saying these things?
“Child, you know, when we talk, I’m fantasizing about your body and masturbating. Do you think I’m shameless, lewd? But why? Because I’m a woman too, with emotions and desires. And what I can’t escape is how much you resemble your father, so I…”
Mom’s monologue shocked me. I had never considered the extent of her distress. This was my failure as a son. I always tried to please her, but I never noticed her needs.
“Mom, let’s talk about it when we get home.” I was so afraid we wouldn’t be able to control our emotions and embarrass ourselves in public.
Mom nodded slightly.
On the way home, we hugged each other like lovers, the only difference being that we didn’t speak or smile; we were more like comrades facing a fire together.
I carefully analyzed what my mother had just said. Although it was a bit incoherent, her intention was clear. But what should I do?
This isn't a game. Although I've fantasized about her body countless times, this all came too suddenly. I wasn't prepared at all. I love my mother, and I believe she loves me too. Why do we share this hobby? Is this fate's arrangement? This is too bizarre.
"Xiaoxing, is there anything you want to say to Mom?" My mother asked me as soon as I entered the house.
"I don't know how to say it. Mom, can we?" After thinking about it all the way home, I calmed down a lot.
"Why not?" my mother asked back.
"But this is reality, not the internet. I'm afraid we might not handle it well."
“Child, I’ve thought about this too, but have you considered it? We’re living together like this, and we’ve both had these thoughts. How are we going to face things in the future?” My mother’s eyes shone with a warm, loving light as she spoke.
“Mom, what should we do?”
“I’ve thought it through. What’s meant to happen will happen, and what’s not meant to happen can’t be forced. Why don’t we try? If we can accept it, why not? If it really doesn’t work, we’ll think of something else.” As she spoke, my mother gently hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to mine.
I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but I didn’t. I felt my heart pounding, my body temperature rising. I couldn’t help but hug my mother’s waist, and she immediately pressed her lips to mine. I didn’t hesitate and our tongues intertwined. I felt a light, floating sensation; the taste was truly magical.
I don’t know how long it lasted before we finally let go. My mother’s face was covered in my saliva.
“Child, how did it feel?” my mother asked shyly.
I nodded and said, "It feels amazing."
"Me too." As she spoke, Mom moved my hand down, placing it on her rounded buttocks. My hand felt like it was being sucked in.
I gently stroked Mom's buttocks, and she hugged me tightly, her full, firm breasts rubbing against my body. Suddenly, one of Mom's hands reached down to my crotch, gently grasping my rock-hard penis. My mind went blank; an unprecedented stimulation overwhelmed me.
Mom looked at me seductively and said, "Shall we go to the room?"
I had never seen Mom like this before, never imagined my goddess would look like this—noble yet possessing a strong allure, deeply attracting me.
Once in the room, Mom immediately helped me undress. I numbly cooperated, and I couldn't help but ask myself, is this how we begin?
My mother quickly shed her heavy clothes, revealing her mature and voluptuous body naked before me. Her fair skin, full and firm breasts, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, and the dark, glossy pubic hair made my eyes widen in disbelief. She was so beautiful, so sexy.
My mother pulled me to the bedside and asked, "Are you ready, child?"
I nodded firmly, putting one arm around her and gently kneading one of her large breasts with the other. Her breasts were so soft and smooth, the pink nipples like two alluring rubies. My mother's hands weren't idle either; she firmly gripped my hard penis. "So big," she exclaimed.
I gently placed my mother on the bed, and she waited like a lamb. I climbed on top of her, my hands roaming over her alabaster skin. My mother shyly closed her eyes, breathing softly, looking very content.
Slowly, my hand reached that mysterious triangle, already damp. I easily found that warm, inviting place, but now it was like a waterfall, smooth and tender inside. I couldn't resist any longer. I immediately parted my mother's legs, grabbed my penis, and desperately thrust it into that dark, sticky triangle. But strangely, I couldn't find my way out.
Seeing my panicked state, my mother chuckled and said, "Let me do it." With that, she grabbed my penis and pulled it down. The warm, comfortable sensation tightly enveloped my glans, stimulating my body like an electric shock.
I slowly pulled out my penis and thrust it in again. "Ah..." my mother cried softly. My penis was almost completely inside her vagina.
I lay on top of my mother, one hand gripping her large breasts tightly, my hips undulating wildly. The friction between my glans and her vaginal walls brought me unprecedented pleasure. More importantly, something I had fantasized about countless times had become a reality. Just moments ago, I had been considering whether I should do this. It seemed my mother was right. I never imagined that the thrill of incest could be so exciting. I felt as if I had fallen into a gentle dreamland, a place without taboos or constraints. All I wanted to do was thrust, thrust desperately, thrust towards our shared climax.
"Oh... ah... so good... I haven't felt this way in so long... ah..." My mother breathed rapidly, moaning softly, her face flushed, her dark hair scattered on the white sheets, her fragrant sweat clinging us together.
I thrust my penis in and out of my mother's vagina with abandon. That vagina felt like a warm, inviting home, drawing me in. "Mom, are you happy?"
"Oh...yes...I'm very happy...thank you, child, for letting me...experience this long-lost pleasure...ah!"
My mother's legs gripped my waist tightly, her hips swaying up and down with my rhythm.
Suddenly, my mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her. She sat up, her buttocks bobbing up and down on my penis. I could clearly see my penis moving in and out of her body; the feeling was incredible.
"Child...do you like it...ah..." my mother said with a mischievous grin, her large, white breasts bouncing with her movements. It was a spectacular sight, and I couldn't resist grabbing them tightly and kneading them vigorously.
"I love it, Mom, I love it so much!"
Her pink pussy tightly gripped my hot cock, a soft, tingling sensation spreading throughout our bodies. Mom writhed wantonly, her ecstatic moans and forbidden thrills making me feel like I was in heaven. Morality had long since vanished; only the pleasure of incest surrounded us.
Soon, Mom collapsed wearily onto me, but her buttocks continued to writhe. It seemed she was tired. I immediately rolled over, making her raise her round, snow-white buttocks, and my cock entered her from behind like a fiery dragon. Holding Mom's buttocks, my cock thrust desperately into her pussy, a glistening stream of vaginal fluid flowing down her thighs onto the sheets.
"Ah...oh...child...faster...oh...harder...ah..." Mom's moans grew louder and louder, making my blood boil. I couldn't help but thrust harder and faster, until a large patch of red appeared on Mom's snow-white buttocks.
"Ah...child...Mommy can't take it anymore...Mommy's going to cum...ah..." As she spoke, her body convulsed, and a warm current rushed towards my glans, so hot that I couldn't help but ejaculate for the first time.
Afterwards, Mommy and I embraced like young lovers, savoring the forbidden pleasure.
"Child, how did it feel?" Mommy suddenly asked me gently.
"It felt wonderful, thank you, Mommy."
"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you!"
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"Because you made Mommy feel like a woman again." As she spoke, a girlish shyness appeared on Mommy's face.
"No, Mom, it's what I should do. It's me who's been neglecting your feelings. I'm so sorry."
"Child, do you know? I already thought it through this morning. If we can't express our feelings for each other, then I'll have to go outside and find a lover. I'm so afraid I'll go crazy. After all, we can't live like before anymore. You're not a child anymore, and I don't know if you'll feel bad either."
My mother's words startled me. I didn't expect her to be so thoughtful. But if we fail today, I'll lose my mother. "No, Mom, I won't let you go outside and find a lover. You're mine, and I'm your lover," I said excitedly.
My mother patted my head and said kindly, "Silly child, isn't Mommy here? With you by my side, how could I bear to go out and find a lover? Tell Mommy, do you love Mommy?"
"Yes, I love you, Mommy."
"Just like you said to the 'paternity test'?"
"Yes, just like we are online." Saying this, I pressed my mother down on top of me again, and she smiled and cooperated.
The rest is history. I feel so happy and lucky to have met my mother in the vast sea of the internet and achieved an almost perfect union.
What about you? Can you do it too?

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