[Overseas Mother and Child Series] (005 - Birthday Trip)

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Overseas Mother and Son Series 005 - Birthday Trip
Author: _a_friend_
Translator: cuckoldyou
First published on the forum on 2016/10/20
Word Count: 38658
Chapter 1: The Trip is My Birthday Reward
My name is Liu Xing, and I just turned 18 this year. During summer vacation, my dad (46 years old) and mom (
41 years old) took me on a trip to Europe as a birthday gift. When I saw that they had bought three plane tickets
, I wasn't very happy because I had originally planned to go alone. Spending the summer vacation with them again made
me feel unmotivated, but since the tickets were already bought, I couldn't refuse.
If I hadn't injured my foot playing basketball more than a month before the trip, this trip would have been much more enjoyable.
Fortunately, it wasn't a serious injury, and I recovered quickly. Before leaving, I didn't need crutches anymore, just a slight
limp, and couldn't do strenuous exercise.
The original plan was to stay in Europe for a month, visiting different countries to see different customs and cultures, and appreciating
the beautiful scenery of foreign lands. However, since it was summer vacation, there were many tourists, so we had to stay at a seaside hotel for
five days.
Of course, we didn't just eat and sleep in the hotel building. The hotel had built some small cabins,
each surrounded by trees, offering good privacy. The cabins were a bit far from the hotel, so
few guests came over.
My parents slept in the living room, and I had a small room. The cabin had a bathroom and all the necessary amenities,
which was quite nice.
The beach was naturally crowded, so the three of us had to soak in the pool outside the cabin on the first day.
In the evening, we went into town together, had dinner, and went shopping, following the same itinerary as other tourists.
On the way back to the hotel, someone handed me a flyer on the street. There were a lot of these people here,
recommending all sorts of things to tourists. But this person recommended a lesser-known beach, seemingly
the best natural scenery in the area, because it wasn't developed enough and therefore not many people went there. He
explained that a boatman would take us there in the morning, and we could spend the day on the island. In the evening, someone would pick us up and bring us back
. He gave me a brochure, and the pictures looked absolutely stunning. I really wanted to go
.
Back at the cabin, I told my parents I really wanted to go the next day.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? A small boat..."
"Your mother is right. Your leg isn't fully recovered yet. Going out to sea could easily cause another strain."
"It's okay, I'm almost healed now. I even brought my support device."
After a ten-minute discussion, I successfully convinced them, but they insisted on coming with me.
They were worried about sending a little kid with a limp alone on a small boat to a secluded island.
I had no choice but to accept it; after all, I was still young, and my leg was injured.
The next morning, I changed into my swim trunks, grabbed my support device, and prepared to leave. But when I got to the living room,
I found my dad seemed unwell. He had an upset stomach, probably from eating something unclean the night before.
"Mommy, Daddy isn't feeling well, so you don't need to go. I'll go by myself."
"What? Of course not! We can go tomorrow, or the day after."
"Mommy, we only have four days here. If Daddy isn't fully recovered, then we won't
be able to go anymore! I really want to go today. I can manage, don't worry."
But Mom wouldn't budge.
"No, it's too unsafe for you to go like this. Your dad and I won't feel at ease."
Mom is always like this, worrying about this and that. At this moment, Dad spoke up.
"Honey, you can go with him. He's determined to go today, and it's a
birthday trip for him. Before we came, we agreed to give him an unforgettable trip..."
"But..."
"I'm fine, just an upset stomach. I'll be fine if I lie down. There's plenty of food and drink here, nothing
's lacking, don't worry about me."
"But..."
"No buts, honey. I want you to go with Xiaoxing, have fun, okay?"
My dad is so good to me, although I feel it's not right to leave my sick dad alone in the small house
while I go to the most beautiful beach with my mom.
Mom agreed: "Okay then, take good care of yourself."
With that agreed, Mom started packing her luggage, took out a large bag, and put in clothes, sunscreen, some
books, and other miscellaneous items. Then she stuffed two large towels into the bag, and then changed into a
black swimsuit with a pink ribbon around her waist.
"Come on, you little devil. That place looks beautiful, it'll be a lot of fun today, but we'll
have to leave your dad alone in this little house."
I was a little sad, but I still wanted to go play.
We set off and walked for about ten minutes until we reached the dock where the small boats were moored. When we got there, we saw that
there were no seats on the small boats.
We were a bit early, so I walked up to the person who looked like he was in charge and said, "Hello, I'm
Liu Xing, I need two tickets."
"Okay, no problem."
"But... is this the boat we're going to take?" I pointed to the small boat.
"Yeah."
"Okay. You see, I thought there would be seats." I gestured to his knees and the handrail.
"It looks like everyone has to stand to get across, but as you can see, I'm not quite there yet. Does that mean
I can't go?"
"I know. What happened to your leg?"
"I hurt it playing basketball."
"Uh, it's okay. There are two seats at the very back of the boat. Just unlatch them, lower them, and you can sit down. Just
pick one."
"Oh, that's great! Thanks."
"You're welcome."
He handed me the ticket, and I waved for my mother to come over.
"Oh, right, I have to remind you, you'd better be the first one on the way back, otherwise
someone else will take your seat."
"Okay, I got it, thanks."
My mother came over, and we prepared to board. The boat rocked a bit, but I figured I could manage.
"Yes, there are seats at the back."
My mother and I walked to the back of the boat. The small boat rocked back and forth, and my mother held my hand, trying her best to maintain my
balance.
Once we reached the back, I put down my seat and sat down, while my mother placed her bag next to me. She stood
in front of me, holding onto the handle on the top of the boat, and we waited together for the others to arrive.
Gradually, more and more people boarded, and a very fat man sat in another seat. After about
twenty minutes, there were probably fifty or sixty people on board, and it was getting increasingly crowded. I had to take off my leg extensions because
I felt I couldn't stretch my legs freely in such a cramped cabin.
There were still more than ten people standing at the ferry dock. My mother was squeezed closer and closer to me; the space was very cramped. Finally,
the last person squeezed onto the boat, and the engine started up. My mother was very close to me; her feet were squeezed between mine
. She was wearing a large sun hat, and she looked particularly unhappy.
The small boat began to move, and the people on board started to stir. I saw a fat, ugly man
bump my mother's elbow from behind several times. She could only try to move closer to me, but she was still very uncomfortable.
"Mommy!"
She couldn't hear me calling her; the engine was too loud, and the waves were crashing against the boat, along with the wind. I could only
reach out and scratch the outside of her thigh to signal her, and she finally looked down at me.
"Sit down, it's too crowded here."
She shook her head, but after a while, the fat man bumped into her a few more times, so I
scratched the outside of her thigh again. It was all my fault for letting her sit on such a terrible boat and leaving Dad alone in the small house.
Now, Mom was clearly unhappy too.
"Mommy, please sit down, I don't mind... there's no room to stand here..."
"Alright, that's the only way."
Mom had no choice but to give in and sit on my lap. I wanted her to sit on the edge of my right knee,
but she knew my injury and didn't do as I wanted. She plopped down on my lap, her left leg
between my legs and her right leg on the outside of my right leg.
After sitting down, Mom turned back and smiled at me: "Thank you, baby."
At this point, Mom was sitting on my lap, and I thought the journey would be peaceful from now on, but it wasn't
.
As time passed, I realized that Mom's center of gravity was slowly shifting back, and she had actually sat on my penis
! My limp penis was tilted to one side... exactly on the right side... which was
where Mom was now sitting. I felt a little embarrassed.
I remembered that when I bought the ticket, the ticket seller told me that it would take about forty minutes to get to the island,
which meant it would take about half an hour from now.
I tried to think of something else, but it was no use, especially since the rocking of the ship was making things worse. The boat
rocked in the waves, and my mother and I lifted our buttocks off our seats. The next moment, the boat crashed into a wave, and our buttocks
slammed against the seats. The difference was that my buttocks slammed hard against the seats, while my mother's fleshy
buttocks slammed against my penis.
It felt strange; my swim trunks were rubbing against my penis, while my mother's buttocks were rubbing against my swim trunks.
If my mother weren't sitting on top of me, it would be quite a pleasurable experience. Those strip clubs should be set up on
boats like this, with dancers jumping on customers to undress—that would feel at least a hundred times better.
I had to distract myself, but how could I?
Suddenly, I felt my penis twitch. Holy crap, I was getting an erection.
My legs twitched involuntarily, perhaps a normal reaction from my brain—don't get an erection. My mother probably
didn't notice the strange movement of my penis, because she clearly misunderstood the reason for my thigh twitching.
"Xiaoxing, is your knee hurting again?"
I could barely hear her; the noise on the boat was too loud.
"A little."
"Do you want me to stand up?"
What should I do? I didn't want Mom to continue sitting on my lap, but I also didn't want her to stand uncomfortable.
"It's okay, but could you move a little?"
Mom didn't say anything, just nodded, then shifted her buttocks slightly before sitting down again. I
thought that would be fine, but after a while, I realized my penis was right between Mom's buttocks.
Before, when she sat on it, it was just her buttocks and thighs, but now, my penis was right in
the middle of her buttocks, right in her cleft.
And as soon as she sat down, the rocking of the boat immediately took effect. Mom's fleshy buttocks
slid up and down on my penis, and with each bounce, her plump buttocks pressed against my penis, as if Mom was
using a cowgirl position to masturbate me.
What was even more embarrassing was that the soft fabric inside the swim trunks was rubbing against my skin, and that feeling was too stimulating. Now,
my penis was half-erect. I glanced at my mother's face, pretending not to notice. She was looking out of the boat, admiring
the sea view. She seemed calm, as if nothing had happened. Maybe she really didn't
feel anything, I hoped.
But the longer it went on, the harder my penis became. Suddenly, the boat jolted again. My mother stiffened
, then looked up at the people in front of her and beside her, then relaxed, glanced around,
and continued looking at the sea.
I didn't know what to do. My mother clearly felt my erect penis between her legs. But she
didn't say anything, nor did she stand up. I felt like I was about to collapse, my heart was pounding so fast. I tried to
calm myself down, to think of a good solution, but I was powerless.
In less than two seconds, the boat would hit a wave, and my mother's fleshy buttocks would slam heavily against my penis.
The frequency was good, giving me immense pleasure and making my penis even harder.
Then, something even more unbelievable happened. The boat's rocking intervals were supposed to be about two seconds, meaning
the interval between my mother's buttocks hitting my penis should also be two seconds. But suddenly, I realized that my mother's buttocks
were also hitting me during the intervals between the boat's rocking. What was going on?
It felt like my mother couldn't wait for the natural impact. Was that really possible? I didn't know. All I
knew was that my penis was now as hard as iron, and there was no reason my mother wouldn't feel it—my erect shaft pressing against
the cleft of her buttocks.
Now, only my swim trunks and my mother's swimsuit, two thin layers of fabric, separated my erect penis from my mother's
mysterious vagina. I looked up and glanced around; no one noticed our strange behavior. Everyone was facing
out of the boat, looking at the scenery outside. No one was looking in our direction. Some people were moving their mouths, but I
couldn't hear what they were saying. Moreover, my mother and I were at waist level with everyone else; no one could actually see
us.
Even if others looked our way, they wouldn't notice anything amiss. We didn't move, our upper bodies
remaining seated; the only moving parts were our buttocks.
I felt incredibly ashamed, but at the same time, I felt an overwhelming excitement. Just like real intercourse,
Mom kept rubbing her fleshy buttocks against my erect penis. I didn't know if she did it intentionally, but it didn't matter anymore.
Mom sat on my penis, and with the rocking of the boat, every second or two, she would slam down heavily
onto it. Through my swim trunks, my penis would occasionally slip between Mom's legs, poking her—sometimes landing on her
buttocks, sometimes on her vulva, sometimes between her thighs. Mom
didn't say anything, just looked out of the boat.
The pleasure was so intense; I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I held my breath, worried about being discovered. Mom's
buttocks continued to rub against my hard penis; I really couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, the rocking of the boat
slowed down. I looked around, and the beach was in sight.
I felt a huge sense of relief, but a new problem immediately arose. My penis was erect, and how was I supposed
to get off the boat in the crowd? If someone saw me, I'd be incredibly embarrassed. I started to panic.
After a while, the small boat reached the shore and stopped. The crowd began to move, slowly disembarking. I had to think of a way
. Just then, Mom suddenly turned around and said to me, "Xiaoxing, could you
take those two towels out of the package? The package is so heavy, I'm really tired carrying it."
I mumbled a "no problem. "
More and more people disembarked, and Mom finally stood up, slowly, but without turning back to look at me. As soon as she
stood up, I covered my thighs with the towels, concealing my erection.
I put the vibrator back on, and as I waited for everyone to disembark, my penis slowly softened.
Once everyone had disembarked, Mom took my hand and helped me off the boat. Because of what had happened
, even skin-to-skin contact with her felt incredibly strange.
Mom didn't say anything, just quietly followed the others. Then we saw the beach,
which was truly magnificent. The sky was a clear, deep blue, the sea and sky merging seamlessly, and seabirds occasionally skimmed the surface before gracefully taking flight again.
Mom and I continued walking on the beach, found a beautiful spot, spread a large towel on the soft sand, and lay
down to rest.
We did nothing all day but sunbathe and quietly appreciate the beauty of nature. Mom
was almost always reading, while I listened to audiobooks. Every now and then, we would go for a swim to cool off.
The seawater caressed our bodies, but I couldn't truly calm down. My mind kept replaying the morning's events. I
knew this was wrong; I even had an erection because Mom was sitting on my lap. But the feeling was so strange.
My penis didn't care who was sitting on it, but I did care. Mom would definitely think I was a pervert;
I was so embarrassed. And what was worse, we had to take the same boat back. I really wished Mom wouldn't keep sitting
on my lap; I spent the whole day in a daze.
Because I almost ejaculated that morning but didn't,
I was still burning with desire all day, and the cool sea water couldn't help.
At noon, Mom went to the beach shop and bought some food, which we shared.
"Here you go, baby." "
Thank you, Mommy."
"You're right...it's really beautiful here."
"It's such a shame Dad can't come; I really hope he's okay."
Mom didn't respond to my words, only saying, "Enjoy your vacation; this is a gift for you. We
just hope you're happy."
She didn't look at me, and I didn't dare look her in the eye. We just lay there on the beach, silent.
In the evening, Mom changed her clothes, putting on a white tank top and pink shorts.
Then, we went to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and after eating, we went to the ferry terminal. The person there reminded me to be the first one
there, so we had to do as they said.
Mom helped me onto the boat again and sat me down in my seat. I sat down and took off my power-up device. Mom
placed the package beside me and continued standing, not sitting down.
I felt a surge of relief. Really? All day, I had hoped Mom wouldn't sit on my lap again,
but now… I sat there, burning with desire, even hoping she would sit down again, but she didn't.
It was already quite dark when we boarded the ship, and the night grew even darker as we waited for others to board
. Everyone seemed exhausted; no one spoke, and movements were particularly slow.
About twenty minutes later, everyone was back on the ship. This time, Mom stood between two women
; the bloated, ugly man was nowhere to be seen. So I guessed that no one would
bump into Mom from behind this time, and I realized she wouldn't sit on my lap again.
The engine started, seemingly even louder than in the morning, and the ship slowly moved away from the dock. Just like in the morning,
everyone faced out of the ship, looking at the dark sea and sky.
Gradually, the ferry crossing disappeared from our sight, the light faded, and we were enveloped in darkness. We could
see the black waves and the light shining from the shore, but inside the boat, it was pitch black.
Like everyone else, I was very tired. Just as I was about to close my eyes for a nap, I heard my mother move closer and
say, "Honey, can I sit down again?"
I didn't know how to answer, but I agreed anyway, "Yes, it's okay, Mommy, you sit."
I quickly rolled up my swim trunks, thinking that if there was more fabric between my mother and me,
the feeling wouldn't be so intense.
Then I leaned back in my seat and looked at my mother.
My mother slowly turned around and sat on my lap, unnoticed by anyone. Then my mother took off her
sun hat; it was already very dark, and she didn't need sun protection, so she placed it on her lap.
Then, the boat increased its speed. In the morning, more than ten
minutes had passed when my mother sat on my lap. But now, less than two minutes had passed; perhaps we could enjoy the whole journey.
This time, I couldn't think of anything else. It was dark on the boat; I couldn't see anyone else. The only thing
that popped into my mind was: my mother's fleshy buttocks sitting on my lap. Having been consumed by lust all day, and now that it was
completely dark, I didn't have to worry about being noticed, so in less than three minutes, my penis was erect again.
The boat rocked more frequently, and my mother's ample buttocks repeatedly slammed against my lower body, grinding against my
throbbing penis. I was sure my mother felt it, but she didn't say anything.
Then a new problem arose. With each collision and friction, my mother's buttocks
gradually rolled up my swim trunks, until finally, I realized my penis was protruding from one side of my swim trunks, standing erect.
Then, as expected, the large glans made intimate contact with the delicate skin of my mother's thigh
, with no fabric separating us.
Feeling the heat of my glans, my mother trembled, but did nothing. The boat continued to rock back and forth,
revealing more and more of my erect penis, rubbing against my mother's thighs.
It was incredibly stimulating; vaginal fluid flowed from my urethra, smearing the
inside of my mother's thighs with each rocking motion. The lubrication made the friction between my penis and her skin even easier and more pleasurable
.
My mother must have felt it, but she remained silent and motionless. Actually, she wasn't completely still
; with each rocking motion, we were jolted forward, and my mother's fleshy buttocks slammed heavily against my
erect penis. Then, I noticed my mother adjust the position of her sun hat,
shifting her body forward slightly. After that, her buttocks began to move—not up and down, but back and forth. It felt as if my
penis wasn't hitting her thighs, but rather being held between my mother's beautiful legs, sliding back and forth.
Because of this, my swim trunks rolled up even higher, almost completely covering my erect penis,
exposing my testicles. I was practically naked. At first, only part of my penis
rubbed against my mother's thigh, but now it was in closer contact with her hot pants.
Her hot pants weren't tight; on the contrary, they were quite loose. Soon, the cuffs of her shorts
were also rolled up. Then, as my mother moved her hips back and forth, my erect penis actually slipped into one of her
pant legs, becoming entangled inside.
This feeling was strange; my penis was in contact with the deepest part of my mother's inner thigh, the shaft
sliding along the petals of her vulva, feeling a slight wetness.
My God, my mother was wet; she was excited, very excited.
My mother continued to move her plump buttocks back and forth, her wet vulva pressing against my hard, hot shaft.
Then she looked left and right, then leaned back, her back against my chest. I was stunned. My mother tilted her head
and whispered to me, "Hold my hat for a little while."
I didn't know what she wanted to do, but I did as she asked. I grabbed the edge of the sun hat and
waited quietly for my mother.
Mom slightly raised her lower body, extended her left hand—the one closest to the sea—and put it under her sun hat. I
didn't know her intention, but I knew immediately what she was doing. She took her hand out and slowly sat back down.
I noticed her shorts rubbing against the middle of my thighs; Mom must have pulled them down.
Now, adjusting my posture, my erect penis was pressed right between Mom's plump buttocks,
my entire hot, burning shaft pressed tightly against her skin. Then, Mom continued to slide back and forth, her
vaginal fluids flowing out, smearing my penis and making her lower body incredibly slippery. With
the rocking of the boat, my thick penis slid back and forth between Mom's slippery buttocks. This feeling was so wonderful;
my entire penis was being caressed by Mom's most private parts, and when she pulled back, I could even feel
the hot breath coming from her vagina.
It was so stimulating. I didn't know why Mom was doing this, but it was true, and it was getting more and more arousing.
With each bump, Mom's lower body would lift slightly, preventing my penis from completely drooping
and instead causing it to slowly rise.
Then, during the intervals between bumps, Mom would lift her fleshy buttocks even higher, my penis so hard,
standing tall and erect. This time, Mom slowly sat down, my large glans directly facing the entrance of her wet, lustful vagina
, stretching open the tender flesh, slowly being slid into the depths of her vagina, finally, she sat down heavily.
God, I was about to ejaculate. My entire thick penis was completely inside a slippery, fleshy hole—the
vagina of my own mother. She had completely opened her most secret place to me; eighteen years
later, I had returned.
However, Mom didn't give me time to think. Her lower body slowly and forcefully ground against mine, then
she sat down heavily again, finally, she braced her left hand on my stomach, a gush of hot fluid spraying onto my penis.
Mom had actually climaxed; she gripped me tightly, without making a sound. It was so exciting that I couldn't
resist the urge to ejaculate. My waist trembled, and I felt spurts of hot semen shooting into
the deepest part of my mother's vagina, as if my soul was rushing into her body.
I don't know how we finally got off the boat without anyone noticing anything amiss.
We didn't say a word on the way back to the hotel.
But I knew my birthday trip had gotten off to a great start.
Chapter Two: The Next Stop
is Even More Beautiful After our day trip to the beautiful island, my mother and I quietly returned to the hotel. I followed behind her
, really afraid to look at her. I felt it was my fault what happened on the boat; if my
penis hadn't gotten erect when my mother sat on my lap, none of this would have happened. I was incredibly sad and confused, feeling
like a complete pervert, wondering why I hadn't controlled myself.
The intimate contact with my mother was captivating, happening in a public place, surrounded by so many strangers,
my penis harder than ever before, and I had actually fucked my own mother!
When we got back to the cabin, my father was already asleep, but the noise we made woke him up.
"How was your day?"
I didn't answer, because I didn't know how to answer.
"It's really beautiful there, so gorgeous. Honey, how are you? Are you alright?"
"I'm much better now, don't worry."
Mom sat on the edge of the bed, close to Dad.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going back to my room, I'm so tired today."
Dad looked puzzled, and Mom didn't even glance at me.
"Okay then. Goodnight, Xiaoxing."
"Goodnight, Dad. Goodnight, Mom."
After saying that, I went back to my room and closed the door. This night was destined to be a sleepless one, and I had no
idea how I would get through the rest of the journey.
The next morning, Dad came in and woke me up, and I told him I didn't want to have breakfast with them and wanted to sleep a couple more
hours. I tossed and turned in bed for another three hours, but I felt this wasn't going to work, so I got up,
put on my swim trunks, wrapped a big towel around myself, and wandered around the pool area. After walking for a while, I saw Mom and Dad,
lying by the pool sunbathing. Normally, I would definitely go and join them, but now, I really
didn't want to be near them. So I said hello and went off on my own.
Another day passed, and I did nothing. I tried not to think about what happened yesterday, but I just
couldn't.
The next day, I went out with them; they would definitely find it
strange if I continued to go out alone. Besides, we planned to check out that afternoon.
My parents had planned their entire European trip months in advance, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, we left
the hotel. We collected all our luggage and took a bus to the nearest train station. Because the hotel was
far from the station, it took a full three hours to get there, and by then we were drenched in sweat.
Our plan was to take the train to a neighboring city, have dinner at a restaurant near the train station, and then go through the ticket check
and wait for the train to arrive. Dad had booked a soft sleeper compartment, which was very small, with only two beds. Upon entering the compartment
, the bed on the right was less than a meter wide. Next to the head of the bed was a ladder that led to the second bed,
which was smaller than the first one. Of course, I slept in the smaller bed, and I was a little unhappy about how small it was.
The carriage was so small that we could do nothing but sleep and look at the scenery through the small window. I
didn't know what to do, while my parents walked around the train, going to the dining car to buy drinks. The bus
ride had left me exhausted, so I didn't want to go with them and stayed in the carriage alone.
As soon as my parents left, I took off my clothes, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and climbed the ladder. My knees
had recovered quite a bit, so climbing up was no problem. Seeing that small bed, I realized it was
the smallest and most uncomfortable bed I had ever slept in.
Fortunately, lying in bed, I could see the scenery outside the window. I lay there,
eyes half-closed, watching the things rushing past through the window, hoping to fall asleep before my parents returned.
I only dozed off for about half an hour before waking up, sitting up and almost hitting my head. I was annoyed; my stomach
was very uncomfortable, and the whole carriage felt dizzy. I had no choice but to lie back down and close my eyes.
I woke up again, only ten minutes or so had passed. Mom was already standing by the bed. I opened my eyes and saw her
taking off her pants. Dad must have already gotten into bed; Mom was looking at him, whispering something to him.
The carriage was very dark; perhaps Mom and Dad saw I was asleep and turned off the lights. There was a light coming from below,
probably the flashlight Dad had brought. Mom took off her pants and was about to stand up when I quickly closed my eyes, not
wanting her to know I was still awake.
After a while, I heard rustling sounds; it must be Mom getting into bed. I opened my eyes again, and this
time, the flashlight was off.
I lay there, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unable to fall asleep, and also feeling nauseous.
I didn't want to tell my parents I couldn't sleep, didn't want to tell them my stomach hurt. I tossed and turned in bed,
unable to fall asleep no matter what I did. I didn't know if Mom and Dad were asleep. If I had, I would have gotten up and
gone outside for a walk, but coming down the ladder would have made noise. I tried hard to fall asleep.
But after tossing and turning many times, the flashlight below came on again.
"Xiaoxing, are you okay?"
I didn't want to answer and pretend I was asleep, but I still said, "Not really."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't sleep."
"I know, the bed isn't comfortable, is it?"
We spoke softly because Mom was already asleep.
"Dad, it's not just the bed."
"What else is there?"
"And this moving train... so high off the ground... I'm a little dizzy."
"Oh, are you feeling nauseous?"
"Not that bad."
"Okay, let's switch beds. I don't mind sleeping higher up; I can sleep anywhere."
"No need, Dad, I don't want to wake Mom."
"You silly child..."
I heard Dad making noises downstairs. "Honey," Dad whispered, and then I heard
Mom move too. "What happened? Why did you turn on the light?"
"Xiaoxing can't sleep; he's uncomfortable upstairs."
"Oh, little darling, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mommy."
"Honey, let's get up for a bit."
"What are you going to do?"
"Switch beds with Xiaoxing. I don't mind sleeping upstairs; it's only for one night."
"Okay, but..."
Then Mom stood up, wearing a blue nightgown. After a while, Dad stood up too.
"Xiaoxing, you should get down first."
"Dad, I told you I'll be fine."
But in the end, I couldn't argue with him, so I got up and stood with them in the cramped carriage. Dad
walked past me, climbed onto the bed, and lay down.
"Oh, honey, it's really a bit small upstairs. I don't know if we can both sleep here..."
Mom looked at him, smiled, and shook her head.
"I wasn't planning on sleeping upstairs anyway,"
Dad laughed. "Fine then...you'll have to sleep in the same bed with our son tonight."
"I don't care, I'm not sleeping upstairs anyway."
Damn, I never expected things to turn out like this. I can't possibly sleep in the same bed as Mom...especially
after what happened a few days ago, I'm even more afraid. But what can I do?
"Okay, okay, Xiaoxing, get into bed. I'm turning off the light, the night's still long."
I had no choice but to lie down on the bed, trying to stay as close to the wall as possible. Then Mom lay down too, and turned off the flashlight
. I realized there seemed to be only one pillow and one blanket, so I turned over, getting even closer to the wall. I was lying on my side
, with my back to the wall, trying to stay as far away from Mom as possible, not wanting to touch her body at all.
Mom was also adjusting her sleeping position. I whispered to her, "Mommy, I'm sorry." "
It's okay, little one, sleep well, goodnight."
Not long after, I realized Mom was asleep. She was lying on her back, and I was facing her. My stomach
felt much better; the nausea had subsided, but now it had a strange smell. I'm so old,
and I'm still sleeping in the same bed as my mom.
Whenever my mom shifted slightly, I shifted too. When she moved closer, I leaned
against the wall. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but watching my mom sleep, my eyelids grew
heavier and heavier, and soon I drifted off.
When I woke up, I knew I hadn't slept for long. The carriage was still pitch black, with soft moonlight streaming
in through the windows. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep that night, and the night was still long. Then
I noticed my mom had turned to her side, her back to me. Even more embarrassing, although her head and back were
still a little distance away, her full, fleshy buttocks were pressed against my lower abdomen. And there was another problem: when
I woke up, my penis was erect.
My mom was sleeping soundly, but I was the complete opposite—I was terrified. Not only did Mom's fleshy buttocks
make my penis hard for the second time in a week , but Dad was also in the same carriage.
I was terrified. Now I was pressed tightly against the wall, unable to move any further. And if I tried to move,
my erect penis would rub against Mom's buttocks. After a few times, the situation worsened; my penis didn't
soften, but instead, my lust intensified. It was pitch black all around. I lay on the bed, a soft, rounded mound of flesh
pressed tightly against my erect penis. Thinking about it, no one could resist such stimulation.
I wanted to move, but there was no room to back away. My left arm started to hurt, probably because it was pressed against
my buttocks and thigh, and I couldn't pull it out; it was even a little numb. I tried to move my fingers, but I couldn't
feel anything. I had to try to lift my arm, but I couldn't keep it raised like that; if I
stretched it forward, it would only rest on Mom's buttocks.
I didn't want to take that risk. Maybe Mom couldn't feel my erect penis pressing against her back, but if I put
my hand on her buttocks, she'd probably feel it, and I didn't want her to wake up.
I was wearing loose shorts, very short and thin. Luckily, Mom was wearing pajamas, so
at least there was some fabric between my penis and her fleshy buttocks.
But thinking about this, I immediately imagined what Mom's bare buttocks would look like, and remembered
what happened on the boat. These thoughts made me increasingly excited, my mind so clear.
I had to move, shift my body position. Because I couldn't move, the muscles in my arms and legs
were a little sore, and my penis was also painful from the erection.
At this moment, Mom woke up. She didn't move much, but then suddenly stopped, and I knew
she was awake. She must have felt my erect penis pressing against her plump buttocks from behind... I couldn't take
it anymore, so I moved my arm and placed my hand on Mom's soft, round buttocks.
Mom suddenly turned to look at me. In the darkness, she pointed upwards with her finger, then quietly shook
her head.
I wanted to say something, to explain my actions—I wasn't trying to do anything naughty by putting my hand on her bottom
. But just as I was about to speak, Mom stepped back, then put her index finger to her lips, signaling me
to be quiet.
I didn't say anything; I certainly didn't want to wake Dad, and I didn't know what to say. Mom
moved away from me, which made me feel much more comfortable. I quickly moved my body away from the wall, shifting my arms, legs, and
bottom.
Obviously, Mom misunderstood my actions again; she thought I wanted to get closer to her, when I actually just wanted to
move away from the wall.
Mom looked at me and shook her head again. I was a little angry. I hadn't intended to do anything, so I turned over
and lay on my back on the bed, just like Mom.
After a little while, I turned my head to look at her. She was staring at the bed above her, then slightly raised her head, looked at
me, and again put her index finger to her lips, signaling me not to speak. I looked at her and silently nodded. In faint
In the dim light, I saw Mom close her eyes, so I turned my head and stared straight up. I looked at
the mattress, wondering how I was going to fall asleep.
Wait, what's going on? Mom's hand touched my buttocks, then pressed against my shorts,
lifting them up a little. Next, my t-shirt was rolled up little by little, and Mom's fingertips touched
my lower abdomen, gently caressing my skin, then slowly slipping inside my shorts.
I turned my head to look at her; she still had her eyes closed, without making a sound. I could only look up at the bed above us
. I couldn't see Dad; I knew he couldn't see us, couldn't see what was happening under his bed
. If he wanted to see the bed below, he would have to lean out from under it.
I didn't have time to think; Mom's fingers had already touched my glans. I had fucked her vagina a few days ago,
but the feeling of Mom's fingers touching my penis was completely different; it must be a more intimate expression.
I turned my head towards the wall, no longer looking at Mom, and closed my eyes. Instead of immediately grasping my penis, Mom
gently ran her fingers over the glans. I didn't know what she was doing or why she was doing it;
Dad was right above us, just inches away.
Feeling Mom's slender fingers tracing the surface of my erect penis was incredibly pleasurable. I longed for her to do
more, for her to hold my penis and stroke it.
The fact that Dad was on the bed above us, so close, and we had to be careful, was incredibly stimulating. And Mom's active caressing of my penis
excited me immensely. I couldn't believe that just an hour ago, I had desperately tried to prevent this from
happening again, but now, I so desperately wanted Mom to hold my penis and gently stroke it.
But she didn't; she just played with the glans, her thumb rubbing back and forth at the urethral opening. After a while,
she suddenly grasped my glans… very tightly… and then released it, repeating this several times. This play
quickly made me ejaculate a considerable amount of vaginal fluid.
My mother stroked my glans several times, letting the precum drip onto her fingers. Then, she gently grasped my
penis, slowly sliding her fingers down and back up, pressing on the glans. Next, she lifted my penis from
her lower abdomen and used the same technique to smear the other side of it with her precum.
It was an amazing sensation, but I remained motionless, my face against the wall, my eyes tightly closed.
My mother's other hand didn't move either; only the hand resting on my penis continued to caress it. My breathing became
heavier and more rapid. Then, for the first time, my mother finally gripped my penis tightly, her fingers wrapping around its
entire length, making me even more erect with excitement.
Suddenly, the bed shook, the mattress creaking. My mother's hand stopped moving, still
holding my penis against my lower abdomen.
I looked up at the bed, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my mother also had her eyes open, staring intently upwards. The sounds from above
continued; Dad was moving, but I didn't know if he was awake.
After another sound, silence returned. Mom and I stared at the edge of the bed. After a while,
Mom's hand started moving again, very slowly, very slowly, tracing the shaft of my penis until it reached the glans
. Mom's hand moved very slowly, like in slow motion in a movie, probably to avoid making any noise. But
it was really strange… even though Dad had just been moving above me, Mom was still caressing my penis, so
carefully.
Mom knew this caressing wouldn't give me pleasure, so she increased her grip, which hurt a little, but
at the same time felt incredibly pleasurable. As Mom increased her speed, I turned my head and closed my eyes to enjoy it. Mom
gripped my penis tightly, making me ejaculate again, even more than before. In just a short while, Mom
's palm was incredibly wet.
This brought me to the brink of climax; Mom giving me a handjob was indescribably wonderful. I'd had girls give me handjobs before
, but compared to my mother, it was nothing. One was like the other, the other like heaven.
The psychological stimulation, in particular, made it impossible for me to hold back my urge to ejaculate. My mother continued to stroke my penis,
varying the speed and pressure. I knew I was about to climax, and my breathing became increasingly rapid.
This wouldn't do; it might wake my father.
So my mother slowed down. She knew I was about to ejaculate, but waking my father would be a problem. Thinking
about waking him, she slowed her pace and reduced the pressure. My mother circled my glans with her index finger
, pressing my penis against her lower abdomen, then gently sliding it down to the base, making my penis
erect again.
After playing like this for a while, she only stimulated my most sensitive spot with her index finger, and her finger, coated with her own fluids
, was so slippery. The pleasure slowly built up, and I was really about to lose control. My mother sensed my
change, and her caresses became faster and more forceful. Under such stimulation, I quickly
ejaculated, spraying semen all over my shorts. My mother sensed that I had ejaculated, but she didn't stop caressing
my glans; she just slowed down and gradually stopped, then her slender hand withdrew from my shorts
. I was too tired and drifted off to sleep.
--------------------------------
When I woke up, my parents were gone, leaving me alone in the small train car. I sat up
, rolled up the blanket, and found my underwear and t-shirt stained with semen. I quickly got up, took off my clothes, threw the soiled clothes
into my bag, changed into clean clothes, and waited for my parents to return.
I looked at my watch; it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet. I was still somewhat dazed, not knowing how this trip
had turned out this way; this was something I had never imagined. What was wrong with this world?
I never thought something like this would happen with my mother.
About half an hour later, my parents finally returned. Soon the train stopped, and we dragged our luggage
off, took a bus, and arrived at our booked hotel. The train took us away from the seaside and into
the heart of the European continent. Here we found a small town, a particularly beautiful winter resort.
Surrounded by mountains, the houses were mostly constructed of a mix of concrete and wood,
a stark contrast to the place we had just arrived at.
I felt strange all day; although I woke up early, I felt energetic and even
aroused. Since our passionate encounter on the ship, I hadn't dared look at my mother. Now, I
glanced at her every now and then, wondering her reaction. She didn't say anything, just smiled in response or
gave me a strange wink. How odd.
Aside from saying good morning, I didn't say anything else to them. My parents seemed to enjoy the scenic area more. After getting off
the bus, we strolled together to our hotel. Along the way, we admired the surrounding mountains and the
uniquely built houses.
The hotel was small, but the decor gave it a warm, welcoming feel. We
checked in and put all our luggage in our room. I was happy to have a private room.
My room was next to my parents', connected by a door that remained locked
. I needed some private space, especially after those passionate moments.
After settling into my room, I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and went out onto the balcony to admire the town's scenery.
The air was exceptionally fresh, without any smog. I took a deep breath, telling myself to stop thinking about those messy,
trivial things.
But then I heard a knock at my door. It was my dad; they wanted to go to town to experience
the local culture. I tidied myself up and went out with them, browsing the shops and looking at the quaint
European-style buildings. As we walked, I suddenly saw a shop advertising canyon rafting. "Holy crap!"
I immediately remembered something. My parents were walking ahead, so I stopped and called out to them, "Dad, Mom, I think I
remembered something I haven't done."
They both stopped and turned to look at me. "What is it?"
"I think I booked a rafting ticket yesterday, for myself."
My dad looked a little confused.
"Uh, I completely forgot. If I hadn't seen the shop ad, look, it's over there."
I really had forgotten. When my parents mentioned our European trip, they had already booked all
the hotels and the itinerary was very detailed. I looked it up online and booked this
rafting trip myself. I knew it was worth trying. However, I only booked one ticket because my parents
' plans were different from mine. But now the biggest problem is: my knee isn't healed enough for that.
"Okay, looks like you can't go."
"Yeah..."
"Then don't go..."
"Okay... but I also booked a private guide. The internet says it's an absolutely worthwhile
rafting experience. Besides, I've already paid online."
Dad looked at Mom helplessly. It's Sunday, and they can't go to the guide to cancel our trip yet
.
"How about I go talk to that tour guide tomorrow and tell you about your situation, see if we can get a refund?"
"Okay, I have no objection."
At this moment, Mom said to Dad, "Honey, why don't you go?"
"Huh?"
"I said, you can actually go. If it's really as good as they say, you should really go and
have some fun. You've always loved wandering around in the mountains, and you can swim."
"Uh...you're right..."
Damn, I'm a little jealous. I recalled the pictures I saw online, they were breathtaking,
but I couldn't go. Climbing over mountains and valleys to the rafting departure point, and then so many places that would strain my legs,
oh my, my aches and pains.
"Honey, just go. Come on, let's go get something to eat."
After deciding on this arrangement, we found a restaurant that looked nice and had Chinese food. The next
day was very boring, we just walked around the town, had dinner, and went back to the hotel. We all went to bed
early because that night on the train was really agonizing.
We didn't get up until nine o'clock the next morning. After breakfast at the hotel, we took a taxi to find the tour guide. The guide,
a man in his thirties, was very enthusiastic and welcomed us with his friend. After introductions and
getting to know each other, he drove us to our destination. We
drove for about twenty minutes along winding mountain roads before arriving. The guide stopped the car, then took off his clothes,
leaving him in only shorts and a t-shirt. He then asked my dad to take off his outer clothing as well, while another person handed him
a wet life jacket and rubber boots. Seeing my dad dressed like that was hilarious.
"Okay, I'll tell you all the precautions first, and then we'll go down," the guide said, pointing into the mountains
. The path leading to the rafting site was extremely narrow; I had no idea how we would get down.
The other person had already gotten into his car, and my mom kissed my dad on the lips: "Honey, have fun
. Our son and I will wait for you back home."
Then, my mom pulled me back to the car, and we drove off.
"Why don't you two go play together? It's so much fun!"
"I want to go too, but my leg is injured and hasn't fully healed yet."
"I see. Madam, why aren't you going? Don't you like rafting? Or do you dislike getting wet
?"
"I'm not afraid of water, but the rafting course is too narrow; I wouldn't dare."
After about ten minutes, we reached the lower reaches of the river, the end of the rafting trip.
"I'll come back to pick them up in about three hours. If you want to come too,
wait for me at that shop around 1:30 PM."
"Okay, thanks."
"Three hours, you two need to find something to do..."
He turned his head and smiled at my mother. My mother sat in the passenger seat. Throughout the journey, she hadn't looked back at me once.
Now, she looked serious, as if making a major decision or deep in thought.
"Alright, this is my son's birthday trip. Let him decide what we do; I'll try my best to accommodate him."
Good heavens, what did she just say? It sounded so strange. What was she trying to say? I looked into her
eyes, but she was staring straight ahead at the road. We got out of the car, said goodbye to the man, and he drove off
. Now it was just my mother and me standing on the town's main street. I didn't know what to do or
where to go, and it seemed like my mother didn't have any plans either.
After a while, my mother smiled and said to me, "Sweetie, let's go shopping."
She clearly wanted to go to the clothing store she'd seen yesterday, so I followed her. But then she came over and
took my arm, like a couple, and we walked together. When we got to the store, she let go of my
arm and picked up a patterned dress from the display case in the middle of the store.
"I saw this dress yesterday, and I want to try it on," my mother said softly.
There were very few people in the store; just my mother and me. Yes, this town is very small.
"Hello, is there a place to try on clothes here?"
The old woman sitting behind the counter was reading a newspaper. Hearing my mother's words, she slowly looked up and pointed to
the back of the store: "Look, it's in the back."
"Thank you." "
You're welcome. Do you need any help?"
"No, we can handle it. You go ahead with your work."
My mother took the clothes and walked through the rows of clothes to the back, while I followed behind her, looking around at
the clothes on display. They were all women's clothing; it seemed there was nothing for me.
The fitting room couldn't really be called a fitting room; it was too small. There was only a curtain in the front, and when you needed to use it, you
just pulled the curtain up.
I sat down next to her, and my mother slipped into the fitting room and pulled the curtain shut.
After I sat down, I looked at the counter in front. The old woman continued reading her newspaper; from my side, I
could barely see her, and I doubted she could see us either.
I looked around; it was so boring. Looking into the changing room, I was shocked. My mother hadn't
completely closed the curtain, so from my position, I could see the mirror inside, though not very clearly, but
I could still see quite a bit. In the mirror, I could see my mother's back. Looking closer, I saw her bending over to take off her shoes
. She had her back to the mirror, so she didn't know I was spying on her, nor that the curtain wasn't fully closed.
I glanced back at the counter; the old woman there didn't seem to care what we were doing, not even looking up, still
reading her newspaper. I looked back at the mirror again. My mother had already taken off her top and was taking off her jeans. I just caught a glimpse
of her left leg, so I moved to the right side of the chair. I moved very quietly, without making a sound. When I
looked up, she had already taken off her pants. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. What shocked me even
more was that after taking off her bra, she even pulled down her panties!
I quickly turned my head away, not because I felt ashamed, but more because I didn't know if I should have been spying on my mother
's body like that. But I really couldn't resist, and looked back. Mom was already naked in the mirror,
holding a dress and putting it on. From my angle, I could admire Mom's round, perky buttocks—so
alluring!
Soon, Mom was dressed, and I quickly moved back to the left side of the chair, no longer peeking at her. She was about to
turn around and examine herself in the mirror, and of course, I didn't want her to know I was peeking at her beautiful body.
Mom pulled back the curtain and came out of the dressing room, while I pretended to be extremely bored. Mom's
face was radiant as she showed me the beautiful dress she was wearing.
"Sweetheart, do you think this dress is pretty?"
"It's really pretty, especially on you, Mommy."
"Yeah, I think so too. Sigh, if I were twenty years younger, I would definitely buy it without hesitation."
"Oh, you're not planning to buy it?"
"Yes, I just wanted to try it on."
Mom smiled and went back to the dressing room. The old woman saw Mom come out of the dressing room, glanced up
at her, and then went back to reading her newspaper.
I glanced around the store, then looked towards the dressing room. Just like before, the curtain wasn't fully drawn, and the opening
seemed even wider. I moved to the right side of the chair, continuing to peek at my mother's sexy, alluring, snow-white body. This time, however, my mother
wasn't facing away from the mirror. The mirror showed my mother's front, her toes,
then her beautiful calves, then her knees…
I kept looking up to see if my mother was looking in the mirror too. Holy crap, she was staring intently at me! I couldn't
move back to the left and pretend I didn't see her. My mother was staring directly at me, so I had no choice but to stare back. My mother didn't laugh,
nor was she angry; she just kept looking at me. And me? I just sat there dumbfounded, not daring to avoid her gaze.
Then, while still looking at me, my mother reached out and began to take off her skirt. It was unbelievable! My heart was pounding
so fast. My mother was naked again. The skirt slid to the floor, and my mother stood like a nude statue
in the dressing room, allowing me to fully admire her naked body.
I was so nervous, so frantic. I was staring at my mother's body, her incredibly sexy and alluring figure, completely unlike a
woman her age. In the mirror, I couldn't see her breasts or nipples, but I could see her mysterious vulva.
Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a beautiful triangle, concealing her tempting cunt—a cunt
I had entered a few days ago, ejaculating hot, thick semen inside.
My mother noticed me examining her vulva and stepped back slightly. I thought she didn't want me to see her private
area, so she started to put on her clothes, but she actually sat down on a small stool in the dressing room. Although she was now
further away from the mirror, I could still see my mother's perfect naked body.
I was already excitedly erect, my heart pounding wildly. At this moment, my mother slowly parted her legs, allowing me to appreciate
more of the beautiful scenery. Her delicate hands reached down to her genitals, parting the thick pubic hair to reveal scarlet flesh. My mother
was actually willingly letting her son voyeurize her cunt—how lewd!
I was so excited and nervous! I quickly glanced at the counter; I didn't want to get caught red-handed, that would be terrible
. But the old woman was still quietly reading her newspaper, completely oblivious to her surroundings. I quickly turned back to
look at the changing room, but to my disappointment, the curtains were completely drawn.
I didn't know what had happened. A little while later, Mom came out of the fitting room, wearing her
original clothes and holding the dress she had tried on.
"Honey, let's go."
Mom took my hand, walked through the store, stood for a moment, put the dress back in the closet, and went to the counter
.
"This dress doesn't fit very well, I'm sorry. Goodbye."
The old woman smiled slightly but didn't reply. Mom and I left the store, and she still held my hand as we
strolled around. I didn't know where she was going, maybe to the next store, but she suddenly said, "Let's go back to the hotel
, and then we'll pick up your dad."
I didn't say anything. It seemed like we had only been shopping for less than thirty minutes, and Mom already wanted to go home. It was so unlike her
. We still had more than two hours left. How were we going to kill time?
Mom and I didn't speak again, and we remained silent on the way back to the hotel, even in the elevator. When we arrived
at their room, Mom just smiled at me, opened the door, went in, and closed it. I stood in
the corridor for a while, looking puzzled.
After a long while, I returned to my room, lay on the bed, and thought back on everything that had happened these past few days. I remembered
the passion I had with my mother on the ship, the time we slept in the same bed on the train, her giving me handjobs, and
her exposing her sexy body for me to peek at.
These memories deeply aroused me, and I immediately became erect again. I sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped my pants. Now
I was alone, and I really wanted it, so of course I was going to masturbate.
Just as I was about to reach into my underwear, I saw a small piece of paper fly into my room. As mentioned earlier,
there was a locked door between my parents' and my room, which was usually not opened. When opened, the two rooms could become a
very large guest room. The door was still locked, but there was a crack under it, and that's how the small piece of paper came in.
The door was right in front of my bed. I didn't zip up my pants, stood up, bent down, and picked up the small piece of paper. I glanced at it; it
was a note from my mother.
"This trip has completely spiraled out of control... What I said in the car was serious...
I'll fulfill all your requests during this time (as long as your dad doesn't find out)... but everything has to stop when we get home."
Good heavens, I don't know what's going on. Mom wants to continue... continue having sex with me? Okay, it seems
so. She said she'd do whatever I wanted, and all I wanted was to continue having sex with her.
I needed to reply to Mom, so I grabbed a pen and wrote something on the back of a small piece of paper. But I didn't know
what to say. After thinking for a long time, I finally wrote: "I want to see your naked body again. I want to see
you masturbate."
Putting down the pen, I realized my hand was still trembling. I glanced again at Mom's words and the sentence I had just written
. I wasn't sure if I should do this, but I was so aroused, completely unable to control myself; reason could
n't overcome desire. I bent down and slipped the small piece of paper under the door into Mom's room, waiting.
One corner of the paper was still on my side of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching it. Soon, it disappeared
—Mom had taken it! Mom received my reply and was reading it.
I waited a long time before I heard a sound from Mom's door. I immediately stood up and stared intently at the door. I
guessed Mom would open the door and come into my room, but after a while, I only saw another small piece of paper slip in.
I jumped up, picked up the paper, and saw Mom's second message: "Open the door... but you have to stay on
your side... stay in your own room!"
My heart was pounding. I slowly walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob, gently turned the lock, and
opened the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Mom lying on the bed, completely naked. She didn't look up at me; her head was resting on
the pillow, her eyes closed. Her long, beautiful legs were spread wide, her feet in high heels, resting on the mattress
in an alluring M-shape; she was caressing herself.
I was shocked. Mom actually listened to me and was masturbating in front of me. I greedily admired Mom's perfect naked
body. For the first time, I saw Mom's sexy and alluring naked body completely, presented before me for the first time
. My mother's breasts were exceptionally large, and her nipples seemed to have hardened.
But what truly captivated me was the mystery between her legs. Her slender fingers played with her erect clitoris, occasionally
circling it as if playing a beautiful melody. Her alluring vulva was slightly open,
revealing tender, scarlet flesh. As my mother caressed her clitoris, it opened and closed like a baby's mouth,
a trickle of glistening fluid flowing from the opening—utterly erotic.
Lust burned within me, leaving my mouth dry and my legs weak. I trembled as I sat on the edge of the bed. My
beautiful mother was masturbating before me, her slender fingers gently parting her slightly swollen, delicate labia
, revealing more of her flesh to her beloved son.
Suddenly, her middle finger darted into the wet, flowing opening, thrusting wildly in and out of her steaming
, wanton vulva. Under her own caresses, my mother let out extremely shy moans.
I looked up, admiring my mother's firm breasts and her beautiful face.
A seductive expression graced her features; her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, her tongue lightly licking her lips, and her beautiful eyes were tightly closed.
The lewd scene before me was unbearable. I reached into my shorts, grasped my erect, thick
penis, and began to stroke it.
Meanwhile, my mother's fingers withdrew from her wet, tender vagina, caressing her lovely clitoris. Three
fingers circled her clitoris, pressing lightly and heavily. After a while, she inserted her fingers back into her vagina
, this time using her index and middle fingers. My usually dignified mother could no longer contain her desire,
revealing her wanton side to me, indulging in sexual pleasure.
I felt I was about to explode, but being still wearing pants was very uncomfortable. I stood up, took off
my pants, and threw my clothes aside. Like my mother, I was now completely naked. I never imagined
that one day I would be naked with my mother.
My mother didn't realize I was completely undressed; her eyes remained closed, and her moans grew increasingly seductive.
The noise grew louder and louder. Her round, full buttocks heaved back and forth, responding to the thrusting of his fingers, yet seemingly yearning for the real,
thick cock to penetrate her thirsty cunt, to be brutally violated by her own son until she reached orgasm.
I could no longer bear such intense stimulation; lust consumed me. I wanted to
go to her, I wanted to fuck my mother to the point of ecstasy on that bed. But she had told me to stay in my room
, and I hesitated. I remembered her hint; she had told me to stay in my room, but at the same time, she had said
she would fulfill all my requests. So I stood up again.
By this time, my mother's fingers had withdrawn from her cunt, and she continued to caress her clitoris. I passed through the doorway
and saw my mother's naked body more clearly. I walked towards her bed. She must have heard my footsteps; she opened her
eyes and watched me silently. She didn't say a word, nor did she tell me to go back to my room; she just watched me,
rubbing her thirsty cunt.
I moved closer, crouching beside my mother's bed, between her legs. I grasped her long, white
legs, spreading them wider. My mother continued to caress her clitoris, while my large glans pressed
against her wet, swollen vulva. I steadied myself and began to thrust slowly but powerfully forward. My mother's vagina
was already overflowing with lustful fluids, soaking wetly. My thick penis firmly parted her tender
walls, penetrating deeply until the head of my penis reached the very bottom. The genitals of mother and son were thus
perfectly joined, without a single gap.
Filled by my large penis, my mother let out a louder, more satisfied moan. On the ship,
she had to suppress her desires, but now, with only the two of us, she could cry out without restraint, without worrying about being
heard by anyone.
My mother's fleshy walls gripped my penis tightly, the sensation was indescribable, wet and warm, the gentle undulations
stimulating my already raging member. I leaned down, pressing against my mother's firm breasts,
my face directly facing her beautiful face. My penis completely occupied my mother's sweet flower garden, enjoying
the pleasure of being enveloped by her. At this moment, I heard my mother's alluring yet slightly mournful voice: "Why did it take you so
long to come over? You're a bad boy!"
My God... my mother didn't want me to stay in her room at all. She wanted me to come over, she wanted
me to rape her fiercely, she wanted to go to the sea of lust with her own son. Encouraged by my mother, I
began to slowly thrust in and out of her alluring hole, deeply penetrating to the bottom of her fleshy hole, then pulling out, leaving only the large
glans at the entrance of her vagina, and then forcefully pushing it in again. My mother gripped my buttocks with both hands, her nails almost digging
into my muscles. She wanted me to rape her more fiercely, to rape this lustful mother who was already aroused. I increased
the speed of my thrusts, my penis pounding into my mother's wet, slick cunt like a pile driver, bringing her unparalleled pleasure
. My mother tenderly held my head, stroking my hair, her long, beautiful legs tightly clamping my
thick waist, her round, big buttocks thrusting upwards desperately, matching my thrusts, wanting my penis to be
accommodated deeper into her beautiful cunt, wanting to connect more closely with her son.
"Don't stop...don't stop...good son...fuck Mommy's cunt hard...Mommy loves you so much
...Mommy is going to be fucked to death by you...ah...ah...Mommy is going to die...I'm flying..." My mother
moaned loudly, like a female beast in heat.
The storm of rape left my mother breathless, and in the end, she could only let out
cries of "ah ah ah." Finally, Mom's fleshy buttocks relaxed abruptly, her vaginal walls spasming and massaging my thick penis.
After a while, Mom actually raised her head and kissed me intimately. She opened her fragrant mouth, her
tongue slipping into mine and intertwining with mine. In that instant, I felt as if Mom had become my woman, body and soul.
I continued to fuck Mom rapidly. After her orgasm, Mom's vagina tightly gripped my penis, creating a powerful
suction that made me want to ejaculate as well. I maintained the rhythm of my thrusts. Mom hadn't yet recovered from her orgasm,
being frantically violated by me, and we were locked in a passionate kiss. We fucked in this position for quite a while, and finally
, I couldn't hold back any longer. My ejaculation came, and hot, thick semen gushed into the depths of Mom's tender, muddy vagina. Perhaps some of it flowed
into Mom's uterus. If she was ovulating, wouldn't I have gotten her pregnant? Exhausted, I
lay on my mother's full, snow-white body, sharing the afterglow of our climax.
We embraced for a long time before she whispered shyly, "Xiaoxing...we should get up
, wash up, and then go pick up your father."
She kissed me tenderly for a while before reluctantly getting up. My mother went to the bathroom to shower, while I returned to my
room and closed the door. I also showered, changed into clean clothes, and accompanied my mother to pick up my father.
We didn't say anything, but we tacitly knew we had to keep it a secret from him. My mother told him we had been shopping,
and of course, my father said rafting was really exhilarating, but what I was thinking was: I had a much better day than you. Yes,
a very good day, and I was even more excited for what lay ahead.

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