Bold incestuous sex frenzy

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Ah, of course I could think of a birthday present I really wanted my mom to give me, but I'm not stupid enough to just tell her directly. Honestly, even when I only had a vague concept of sex, I started fantasizing about my mom's mature body day and night. In these fantasies, I've been intertwined with my beautiful, mature mom thousands of times, caressing, kissing every inch of her body, while simultaneously spraying my semen everywhere during intense masturbation.
To be honest, my mom isn't the kind of woman who would evoke all sorts of lustful thoughts the moment you see her. Her hair started fading earlier than I expected, and she's forty-one this year. However, her skin is still very smooth, with a fair complexion that has a slight rosy tint. She has large, watery eyes, is 5 feet 7 inches tall, and her body might be considered slightly plump by some.
She doesn't have those so-called alluring breasts, or perfectly sculpted ankles, or a sexy, pert bottom. But her breasts were full, and her pelvis was wide, which made her hips look very comfortable. Her legs, though a little too full, were very beautiful, especially her thighs.
She often wore very short loungewear, and when she sat down, she was often quite casual. When she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would climb up to her thighs, showing off her beautiful thighs and hips. Overall, her figure gave you a very harmonious and comfortable feeling, even though her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. But to me—to me, she was the most beautiful in my eyes, my favorite.
"Eighteen is a special day in your life, you should have a gift that you especially want," Mom continued.
"Well, Mom, my dear Mom, what I want most is a tight hug from you, a kiss from you."
"Ha, whenever you want those, Mom can give them to you," Mom said with a smile.
"But, Mom, you know, I'm going to be a man now, so what I want, well, not a mother's kiss, but a woman's kiss." "Yes, many mothers also want to be women," Mom joked.
“But Mom, what I want most is a kiss from you, you know what I mean.” “Hmm, I’m not so sure.” “Hmm, okay, but I think you said you wanted to give me the gift I want most. You weren’t just kidding me, were you?” “Don’t say that,” Mom protested. “Of course I’m not kidding, but you, you’re not kidding—well, I mean, that kiss.”
“Mom, of course I’m not kidding, I really want a real kiss from my beautiful mom, a kiss between a man and a woman. Of course, compared to the thousands of times I’ve done with you, it’s the least sexual thing I can imagine, but, well, to do anything, you have to start somewhere.” “Stop it,” Mom said, still smiling.
But this time, I felt a little embarrassed. "Mom, I'm really not joking, but if you really feel a little... well, just forget about it. Just buy me a pair of socks, or underwear or something." "Don't say that, I really want you to feel like this is a special birthday for you." Mom patted my cheek. "You've really thought it through and you want that kind of kiss, haven't you?" "Of course, Mom, a real kiss from you means so much more to me than just a kiss." Mom laughed again, but this time, she seemed a little lost. After all that, I knew she still wasn't quite sure if I was serious.
“Mom, you know…” I held her hand, “I’m almost an adult. In a few weeks, I’ll graduate high school. Who knows where I’ll be in a few years? To me, you’re the woman I cherish most in this world. Is it too much to ask for a sincere kiss from such a woman?” Mom became serious, looking at me with gentle eyes. “Tell me the truth, do you really want it?” “I couldn’t want it more, Mom. It’s the gift I’ve been longing for.” Mom seemed a little flustered. “Since you say so, when do you want this gift?” (My birthday is less than a week away.) “We can practice now. I think that way you’ll know how much I want this gift.” I smiled at Mom.
Mom smiled, her face already flushed with shyness, making her look exceptionally beautiful. "I think you don't just want a kiss, do you?" "Oh, Mom, look how much you've thought of me! I just don't have this kind of experience yet, and maybe you'll need some time to adjust. But I think you want what I do, just like me, don't you?" Mom smiled again; she was truly immersed in the game. "I don't know where this dangerous game will lead us, but you know, talking to my mom like this gives me a completely new and exciting feeling… what a little rascal," Mom said. "But I think I'm a little out of control myself." She stared at me for a moment and said, "Okay, big boy, let's do it." She took a few steps closer to me, and I reached out and put my arm around her. Then, she hooked her soft arms around my neck, lifted her head, and when I lowered my head, she closed her eyes… Kissing her like this made me feel very warm and very sweet. Only, she seemed a little numb, and her beautiful lips were tightly closed.
“Mom, it feels so good, but I still think it feels a bit like a mother's kiss. I think it would be better if you could relax a little more, make it softer, and make it last a little longer. Mom, let's try again, okay?” “How did I let you do this to me?” Mom muttered softly, then she shrugged, as if to say, whatever, it's already like this. She looked up at me again.
This time, Mom's lips were much softer, and slightly parted. Her warm and soft body pressed against mine, and my penis was already erect, pressing against her lower abdomen. Oh my god, she must have noticed! And her full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest.
This time, it continued like that. Mom seemed to be trying to prove her sincerity to me, as if waiting for me to initiate the kiss, but I didn't want to do that. I felt my heart pounding, and excitement and pleasure made me dizzy. I had kissed some girls at school before, but this one, oh my god, had never been as wonderful as today.
Finally, I sensed she was almost unwilling. Mom slowly pulled away from my arms. She was a little breathless, as was I. Oh, this should have been a man's kiss.
"Ah, Mom, one more time, okay?" I pulled her into my arms again, and she struggled weakly, protesting, turning her head away to prevent me from kissing her.
"It's not fair, you're lying! You're lying!" she cried, but at the same time, she was laughing happily. Gradually, she calmed down, pressing her soft, beautiful body against mine once more, hooking her arms around my neck. "Okay, you little glutton." So she gave me another sweet kiss, and this time, she quickly pulled away from my arms. Of course, to me, it didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose. A little embarrassed, her face flushed, but she still smiled.
That evening, seeing she was alone in the kitchen, I went over, somewhat roughly grabbed her, and gave her a very passionate kiss on the lips. At first, she struggled a few times, then relaxed, opening her beautiful lips to respond. But this time, she quickly pulled away, looking at me tenderly and saying, "Goodnight, big boy."
The next afternoon, rushing home from school, I was even more polite this time. "Want to try again, Mom?" I asked her.
"When you say 'just once,' I don't know if I should believe you," Mom said with a smile.
Of course, she nestled into my arms again, giving me a wonderfully gentle kiss, this time lasting much longer. Her arms were against my neck, her soft breasts against mine, and her lower abdomen pressed against my penis—it was an exquisite, incomparable sensation. Finally, Mom tilted her head back, her arms still around my neck, and said, "These kisses are starting to get more and more real." "Real? I find it very interesting, don't I?" Mom looked at me for a long time before replying, "Yes, darling, I haven't kissed like this since my honeymoon." Then she met my lips again… As time went on, these kisses evolved into a series of warmer, longer, more passionate kisses, lasting five minutes as we embraced in a very adult way. Mom's kisses had completely become a woman's kiss for a man.
In fact, I began to fear that my engorged penis would burst out of my pants. I was sure she could feel its throbbing and its pressure against her abdomen. If it weren't for one thing I was worried about, I would definitely be in heaven: I felt I might ejaculate on the spot from the stimulation. On the other hand, I also noticed that Mom was trembling and breathing heavily.
In the end, Mom decided to push us apart and said, "I think we've practiced enough today. If we don't stop, I think our lips will be too sore to kiss before your birthday!" "Thank you, my dear Mom, but will I really be able to wait until that day?" Hearing this, Mom just smiled, the kind of smile that was a little awkward, and then she prepared dinner for us. Soon, everyone else in the family came back, and that was it for me that day.
The next day, around the same time as yesterday, I returned home. Mom was alone in the kitchen. This time I went straight over, put my arms around her waist, and pressed my lower back directly against her soft buttocks. Then, I began to gently kiss her beautiful neck, occasionally moving to her face.
Mom started shaking her head, chuckling softly, "Ah... here we go again, you rude guy." She didn't stop what she was doing, so I continued to hold her, occasionally planting a kiss on her neck or face. This time, she didn't try to stop me. My penis was already hard and poking into her buttocks. Finally, I started gently biting her earlobe.
"Oh, it tickles!" Mom couldn't help but cry out. She finally turned around, hooked her arm around my head, and stood on tiptoe towards me. "Do you want Mom to practice with you again?" she whispered.
This time, Mom and I kissed for several minutes, so tenderly and lovingly.
Then, we heard someone coming, and we quickly broke our embrace. I quickly sat down to avoid my sister noticing my erect penis.
For the rest of the afternoon, Dad, my sister, and my brother kept appearing in front of us, and Mom and I didn't have any more opportunities.
The following day, aside from a quick farewell kiss, I didn't get a real chance. I spent the whole day wandering around, filled with desire and frustration, hoping to create one or two opportunities.
At first, I thought Mom was oblivious to my eagerness, but when I saw her looking at me with amusement and winking, I realized she at least sympathized with my situation, and I hoped she felt the same way.
The next evening, everyone else in the family went to bed according to their normal routines, while Mom told them she had a book she wanted to read. I always went to bed later than the others, so I thought this might be my golden opportunity.
When I thought everyone else was asleep, I quietly approached Mom. She was sitting at one end of the sofa, so I sat on the armrest, turned around so I could face her, and then bent down to kiss her. This time, neither of us spoke; Mom simply leaned her head back against the sofa, waiting for me to kiss her.
She had her eyes closed, but sitting in my seat and looking down, I could see inside her blouse, at the top of her soft, beautiful breasts. As I wrapped my arms around her, I gently brushed against one of her breasts, and she trembled slightly. We remained locked in a warm kiss.
Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing more intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on her lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately. Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces, and quickly, our mouths and chins were wet.
At that moment, I felt bolder than usual, I guess it was instinct. I slowly reached out, wanting to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but maybe not. I made a mistake; I acted too quickly, consciously grabbing her soft breasts in one go.
She immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and told me she should go to sleep. I stammered an apology, but she ignored me and went straight upstairs. I was left alone, cursing my foolish impulse, and wondering if I'd ruined everything I'd worked so hard to build. I barely slept that night.
The next day was the day before my birthday. My mother woke me up warmly in the morning and even kissed me, which made me feel much better. I was about to apologize for what I'd done the night before, but she just put her index finger to my lips and gave me another gentle kiss.
I walked into the classroom more easily and forced myself to stay awake through all the classes. But after dinner, I was incredibly tired and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, everyone else was already in bed—except for my mother.
She was sitting at the dining table, clearly writing a letter. As I looked at her, she turned to face me, her legs crossed, her skirt lifted high, revealing one of her beautiful thighs all the way to her buttocks from my position. After admiring the beautiful view through the two doors for a while, I stood up and walked towards her.
She smiled warmly at me and said, "I've been waiting for you to get up, you sleepyhead." I knelt beside her chair, tentatively leaning forward. My mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on the leg that was crossed over her other leg. When I put my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional.
Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, naked legs. Our kiss quickly became as intense as yesterday's. When my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable.
Finally, when we paused to breathe, my mother took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted high, even somewhat indecent, but she didn't think to pull it down.
I don't think I learned anything from last night's lesson, because I found myself instinctively leaning down to kiss her bare knees. At that moment, Mom placed one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. At that moment, I was filled with dread. I began kissing Mom's thighs, moving upwards.
The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft, yet firm. After a while, I placed my right hand on Mom's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause. Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of Mom's thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. At this point, my kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, actually pushing it even higher. I felt like I was in heaven!
I was kissing my mother's beautiful legs, the kind of legs I dreamed of but could never have. I loved how she exposed them to me, and I wished I could look at them forever, at their radiant beauty. Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream, and yet…
“Darling,” Mom said softly, cupping my face in her hands, “Tomorrow is your birthday, a very important day for you. I think we should call it a day. Tomorrow I will watch you receive the gift you most desire, but now, I think it's time for us to sleep.” Reluctantly, I let her leave my embrace, giving her one more intimate kiss to wish her goodnight. That night, I drifted off to sleep with the wonderful sensation of my mother's gentle thighs—the best dream of my life.
Finally, the most important day arrived. It happened to be a Saturday, and of course, everyone in the family was home. My family doesn't place much importance on birthdays, so we just cut a cake at lunchtime, and they gave me two small gifts. But I wasn't particularly excited because I didn't know if I'd get a chance to be alone with my mom. However, I didn't really need to worry about that.
Mom had already made all the arrangements. She persuaded Dad to take the family to see a movie in the afternoon. I've forgotten the name of the movie, but it was definitely a good one. Everyone wanted to see it. In fact, I had already seen it, and because of my special position as the eldest boy in the family, I didn't often go out with the rest of the family. Of course
, Mom initially wanted to see the movie too, but just as they were about to leave, she suddenly said she wasn't feeling well and it would be best to stay home. However, she felt it would be better for Dad to take them out. In the end, I saw Mom give Dad some money, asking him to take my younger siblings out for dinner after the movie. Mom said she didn't want to cook.
Mom stood at the window watching the other people drive away, then turned to me, gave me a kiss, and told me she'd be back in a bit. Then she went upstairs. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do. I felt Mom had arranged for us to be alone, but then I wondered if she was genuinely uncomfortable, and if she wanted me to go to her bedroom.
My mind raced. I thought Mom might be ready to do *that* with me, but what if I was wrong? I didn't want that. If I messed up, I might lose everything I had now… I grabbed a Coke and sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do. Just
as I was getting stuck, Mom came downstairs, but I didn't notice. Suddenly, I looked up, and Mom was standing in front of me. She was wearing a knee-length cotton robe, the fabric very thin. As she passed through the window, sunlight filtered through the fabric, though not very clearly, I felt it was enough for me to tell that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Then Mom was standing in front of me, while I was still sitting there dumbfounded in the kitchen chair.
She leaned down and kissed me deeply and tenderly, whispering, "Happy birthday, my darling, your present is all ready." I remained seated, my arms wrapped around her hips. Mom extended her tongue and gently licked my lips, and I responded in kind.
"Mmm, tastes good," Mom murmured softly.
Mom and I embraced, our tongues intertwined, kissing incessantly. I moved my hands to Mom's bare knees, gently caressing them, then slowly moved them up her bare thighs under her robe. She didn't stop my bold actions; on the contrary, our kisses grew more urgent. Finally, my hands reached their target. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently caressed and kneaded her smooth buttocks, then slowly reached up with my other hand, gently brushing her pubic hair.
Then she fumbled around in front of her robe, and in no time, it was completely open. She held my head and pressed it against her soft, full breasts. Like a child, I nestled against her chest, feeling her soft, smooth, and elastic touch. She then guided me to one of her breasts and put her firm nipple in my mouth.
At the same time, my hands roamed happily over her buttocks and vulva. She spread her legs wide, revealing her wet pussy to me without any covering. I began to caress her already moist labia and tried to insert a finger. Mom thrust her lower body towards me, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper into her pussy.
I began to tease her with my fingers, while Mom thrust her lower body harder against my hand. After a while, Mom began to writhe wildly in my hand, pumping her body in and out of my hand, giving her clitoris increasingly intense friction. Then, Mom reached her climax on my finger. Her climax was beautiful, accompanied by her moans and the undulations of her body.
"Ah, darling, ah... ah... darling..." The walls of her vagina spasmed and tightened around my finger.
A few minutes later, as Mom's rapid breathing began to ease, she said to me in a slightly rougher voice, "But I haven't given you your gift yet. Come and hug Mom, carry Mom to your room. Mom is your gift today. Haven't you always wanted this gift from Mom?" "Mom, for me, there is nothing more certain than this in the world!" I thought this might be the best gift any boy in the world could receive, I shouted. Then, Mom and I went upstairs together. As she went up, I gently lifted her nightgown so I could see the movement of her lower body as she went upstairs, and Mom kept giggling at me.
After entering my room, I wasted no time, pulling open my mother's robe to reveal her beautiful body. In my haste, I even tore it slightly. My mother was also busy helping me take off my shirt and pants. When I was down to my underwear, she asked me to wait while she took them off.
She then knelt down and slowly pulled down my underwear. My mother watched as my thick, engorged penis gradually emerged from the underwear, until it finally sprang free. She laughed, "Ha, finally free! Beautiful little guy, now I can let it do more than when it's kissing me." She took my penis in her hand, kissed its head, and occasionally gently bit the glans with her teeth.
Then, Mom jumped onto my bed, spreading her legs wide apart. "Come on, your gift is ready for you. Come and get it, darling, while it's still warm." I couldn't wait any longer, but I stood by my bed for a few more minutes, wanting to let my eyes feast on the beauty laid out before me.
There was my mother, her erect nipples slightly dark, her breasts firm and erect, her snow-white, full thighs spread wide, and below her flat stomach was her slightly raised triangle, covered with a thick, dark forest. Through Mom's forest, I could see that her labia were swollen and parted, revealing her delicate little pussy to me. The delicate little pussy I had longed for was now like a blooming rose in front of me. Below the flower was Mom's tightly closed anus, and below that, a thin slit in her buttocks created by her legs spread wide apart. At this moment, Mom was like a blooming, beautiful flower, waiting for me to pluck it, for me to invade it.
I leaned over and let my mother's eager hand grasp my penis, guiding it to her wet, fleshy entrance. "Come on, come fuck Mommy," my mother encouraged softly.
I slowly thrust my lower body, inch by inch, inserting my penis into my mother's wet, hungry, and tender vagina, all the way to the deepest part of her vagina, my testicles pressing against her soft buttocks. My mother's vagina was so hot inside, almost burning my deeply inserted penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful.
I remained motionless for several minutes, carefully savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me, enjoying the real pleasure of having my penis inserted into my mother's luscious and juicy vagina. My adolescent dream had unbelievably become a reality. I had completed my rite of passage into adulthood by inserting my aggressive penis (that's what Mom always called it) into my mother's vagina!
"Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you." At this moment, my heart was filled with gratitude and sincere love for the woman lying beneath me who had given me the best gift that all mothers in the world could give to their sons—my mother.
"Darling, I love you just as much. Come on, come on... fuck Mom... tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom hard!" At this moment, if I hadn't already dreamed of having sex with Mom so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her. I began to slowly thrust in and out of Mom's beautiful body, first slowly pulling out of her tight, throbbing hole, then feeding her the whole thing. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight flesh. I brought my mouth to Mom's lips, and the two of us began to kiss, like two secret lovers who had been in love for a long time.
It was no longer the pure kiss between mother and son, but at this moment, in my first intimate contact with Mom that was not allowed by society, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son. Yes, the person I was making love with at this moment was my lover, my dearest darling, but especially—my mother!
My mother twisted her body, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her hips moved back and forth like pistons, lifting and lowering her vagina. She began to moan sweetly, which made me groan with pleasure.
"Mom, your little pussy is so beautiful!" Gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. When I reached the deepest part of her vagina, I would grind against it. My mother seemed to be one with me, her hips and waist perfectly synchronized with my movements. I couldn't understand it, yet I had endured it for so long. My penis felt like it was on fire, a burning sensation. I gripped my mother's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts. Both of my mother's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusts.
Finally, we both seemed to sense the approaching climax simultaneously. I began my faster and more powerful thrusts, while Mom arched her lower abdomen to receive my thrusts. Suddenly, Mom let out a long "Ah!"—"Ah...darling, it feels so good...fuck Mom, fuck Mom hard, ah...ah ah..." At the same time, I began to violently fuck Mom's pussy, slamming her perfect, white buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to fuck her down again. I was really fucking her hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more. Mom twisted her body on the bed to cooperate with my fucking, making Mom's juices overflow, her tender pussy making a beautiful "smacking" sound. With each thrust, my testicles slapped against her beautiful buttocks. Mom had already raised her knees high so that my big cock could fuck her pussy even deeper.
I felt a tightness in my testicles, knowing I was about to climax. "Mom, I'm coming," I gasped.
Mom was also breathing heavily, and her hips seemed to dance wildly beneath me, the frenzied rhythm unimaginable to me, given how beautiful her hips could be. Finally, my cannon fired, ejaculating my hot fluid into Mom's tight hole, scalding the inside of her body. Mom let out a long sigh from her nose, then her body beneath me stiffened abruptly, followed by violent trembling. Her body arched like a bow, lifting us both off the bed. For a while, Mom trembled, her arched body taut, the muscles of her vagina gripping my penis, spasming intensely. Mom and I reached climax together.
Then, Mom's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Mom's body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed on her chest, and her lips slightly parted below mine. I was still lying on top of Mom, but I was completely relaxed, though my penis remained hard, inserted into Mom's overflowing honeyed vagina. A large area under Mom's delicate buttocks was wet with our love juices, and every now and then I felt a ripple in Mom's ripe body, the afterglow of her orgasm.
Gradually, I began to regain my senses. I felt a shock I had never experienced before. My life with my mother would never be the same again. Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, and strangely intertwined mother-son relationship we once shared, like a cocoon. It had undergone a metamorphosis. My mother, my biological mother, had given her body to me, and had personally guided her son's incestuous penis into her vagina, moaning seductively during intercourse with her son, experiencing forbidden pleasure. In my fantasies, our intimate union was already…
But when this fantasy became reality, God! The pleasure was indescribable… I couldn’t help but start caressing my mother’s beautiful body again. Her sensitive body trembled under my touch. Finally, she whispered to me, “Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life! Ah, I feel like I’ve never had an orgasm before. Darling, you make me feel so beautiful.” As she spoke, I felt her vagina clamp down on me tightly again, and her body began to tremble with pleasure. To be honest, this was the first time I had ever heard my mother speak to me with such a vow-like tone. But I could understand her because what we had just done was so different from her usual life that she needed to use such a strong tone to express the emotions she felt at that moment.
"Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Mom, I don't know how to express how much I love you! At this moment, my whole body and soul are immersed in boundless love for my beautiful mother." Mom lay beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. "Oh, look at your bed." I knew my bed was covered in the love fluids left from our lovemaking. For some reason, we were just together, excitedly talking about meaningless things that I couldn't quite understand. I think we were just expressing our happiness. We laughed together, and I lay on Mom's soft, fleshy body. The laughter made my penis gently rub against her vulva again, and my penis became hard again.
"Ah... um, I think this is good. We can clean the bed again, and then, and then... um, prepare for our next time, and the time after that... ah..." We maintained our previous posture and continued to talk, about how we came together, how we came together, and how we made love on my bed.
“When you first asked me to kiss you, I guessed what you wanted me to do. But as I let you kiss me again and again, I knew that I also wanted to make love to you. You know, I don’t feel guilty about doing this. I just love you, love you more than anyone else in the world. I think, including your sister and your brother, and even your father, I really wanted to tell you all this in this way.”
“Mom, you might find it a little strange, but I love you as my mother more than ever before. Yes, your figure fascinates me, and your ass is truly intoxicating, but I still see you as the best mother a person can have.” We talked, kissed, and caressed each other. Before we knew it, we were making love again. This time, Mom rolled over and straddled me, becoming the top. Watching her move up and down on my penis was so captivating that my eyes almost popped out. It gave me an unforgettable sexual experience. Then we got up and ate some snacks, then went back to bed and quickly made love again before the rest of the family arrived.
From then on, Mom became my lover. She constantly created opportunities for us to be alone, and sometimes we were even quite daring. For example, downstairs there was a large closet, big enough for a person to walk through, right opposite the dining room door. Twice, when the rest of the family was still there, we'd hide inside, undress, and make love standing up. A few times, late at night, when everyone else was asleep, we'd be together in the bathroom; I'd sit on the bathroom stool, and Mom would straddle my lap and we'd have sex. Sometimes, Mom would even come into my room in the middle of the night for a quick but very passionate encounter.
However, we also often had an afternoon just for the two of us. During those times, we'd usually spend hours naked in bed, kissing, caressing, sucking—ah, those happy times.
Whenever it was just my mom and me in the room, we would kiss, a wet kiss. My hand would slip under her clothes, groping for her vulva or grabbing her breasts. My mom would rub my penis through my pants, and if it was safe, she would even unzip my pants… Actually, several times we almost got caught by other people, but we always managed to get away with it. I think my sister had some suspicions about us, but she never mentioned it to either of us.
I got into a university not far from home so I could continue living with my mom. After graduation, I found a good job at a local company. Finally, with my mom's encouragement, I started dating a girl who reminded me of her, and eventually married her. She was a wonderful woman, warm and lovely like my mom, and I loved her very much. In bed, she was as passionate as my mom, and her sweet, juicy body was as full and mature as my mom's—exactly the woman I had always imagined.
Even during my courtship, my mother and I maintained an active romantic relationship. So much so that on the night before my wedding, I skipped my final bachelor party and instead spent the entire night making love with her. During my honeymoon with my wife, I had plenty of sex, but I couldn't wait to return and have a secret sexual escapade with my mother. This went on for many years. Every few days, I would try to return to my mother's side, to reconnect with the vagina that had given birth to me, while simultaneously enjoying a good sex life with my wife.
However, our sex life gradually cooled down, and finally, when my mother was in her sixties, we ended our sexual relationship. But we still often talked about it and still deeply loved each other. My mother is no longer with me, but she left me with a beautiful memory for life. This is not only because of her stunning figure or her delightful skills as a lover—in both aspects, my wife is comparable to her.
I think it's because naturally, there exists one of the strongest human emotions between mother and child. And when this mother and child also have a physical relationship that transcends ethical taboos, this union of spirit and flesh creates one of the strongest and most enduring relationships in the world. Thank you, dear Mom, for making my life so happy and so colorful.

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