The entire process of making love with my mother in a very delicate way.

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My hometown is surrounded by mountains, with a mountain stream in front of the house. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh.
Not many families celebrate the Double Ninth Festival (Chongyang Festival) instead of the Qingming Festival, but my hometown does. I hadn't been back to my hometown for many years
; after graduating, I was unemployed at home, so on September 9th, I went
back
with my mother to pay respects at the ancestral graves, hoping to refresh myself and adjust my mindset before trying to find a job again. My mother and I took an overnight bus and arrived in my hometown at 9 am. Our ancestral home, due to years of disrepair and
its long history, collapsed in a storm. Now we can only stay at my uncle's house, which is located
halfway up the mountain . The house is small, so there aren't many beds. At night, I have to share a bed with my mother.
The weather on the mountain is strange; it's quite warm until 11 pm, very
cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 am. There's a high mountain in front of our house, so
the sun , making the mornings generally very cold.
My mother and I arrived early, so we hadn't started the ancestral worship yet. That time, the whole family worshipped, and it
was a large- . My family only needs to provide money; we don't need much help, like repairing the ancestral temple. My mother and I have a very good
relationship , though we sometimes have a generation gap and are quite open in our conversations. That day, my mother and I took a bus to the city center just
to see what local specialties we could buy.
My mother is a very cheerful woman, 41 years old, with a fair complexion and a face shape somewhat resembling
Zhao Yazhi. She is neatly dressed and enjoys skincare and grooming, looking somewhat like a wealthy lady. She is
about 160cm tall. My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, then went shopping and bought
some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city and went back to my uncle's house around 3 pm.
Tonight, we ate some local specialties; the taste was okay, but quite bland. My mother and I were a bit
tired from playing, so we took a shower around 8 pm and went back to our room. I watched TV in my room while my mother
chatted Around 10 pm, my mother took a shower and went back to her room.
My mother had just finished showering, her hair was still a little wet, and she was wearing a rather cute set of pajamas,
pajamas . She started arranging the things she'd bought that day. I called to my mother, "We can do that tomorrow, let's watch some entertainment." She
agreed to watch what kind of shows she liked, and sat down next to me to chat about the celebrities on TV.
I don't really like watching TV (I prefer the computer), and as we chatted, my eyelids started to get
tired, so I leaned on my mother's shoulder, holding her left hand with both of mine, and closed my eyes to rest. When my mother saw me, she told me
to go to sleep , but I don't like going to bed early, so I said I'd just wait a bit, let me rest for a while. We just stayed like that
, leaning against each other and chatting. My mother's body wasn't too fat or greasy, just the right amount of body fat, so it was very comfortable to lean on her; at least I
couldn't feel any hardness.
I said, "Mom, it feels so comfortable leaning against you, so soft, and there's a faint scent of soap."
My mother replied, "If you're comfortable, lie down a little longer. Is this wooden bed uncomfortable?"
I nodded. My mother continued, "We were poor before, and your father and I slept on this kind of bed. Thinking back, I
was working your father continued his studies. Now he's an engineering designer, it really wasn't easy..." I nodded again,
and my mother continued talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to lift me up. I was woken up, my eyes still
blurry, probably from playing too much that day. I lazily wrapped my arms around the base of my mother's head, vaguely
feeling felt incredibly comfortable.
My mother tried to lift me up, but she couldn't. Seeing me still half-awake, she shook me awake. I
wanted her to lift me up, but it was too late. Once awake, I jumped directly into bed and went back to sleep. Holding the blanket, my mother
turned off the light and got into bed. My mother slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us. After she
lay down, I soon turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, my head close to hers, my
body resting against her lower left side—just touching, nothing more. My mother let me be.
We slept like that. Sometime in the middle of the night, it was very cold outside. I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up,
but my mind was still hazy. My body seemed to instinctively move towards warmth. My hand was gripping
the top of my mother's right arm, my legs wrapped around the inside of her thighs, my head pressed against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I curled up.
Even under the covers, I still felt shivering. My mother's left hand was around my back, urging me to sleep closer
for warmth . Gradually, I became more awake, but too lazy to move, so I remained curled up beside her.
Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to fall asleep. Her warm breath warmed my face, and I felt
increasingly attached to her. At this moment, I became awake. I kept touching my mother's hands and feet to warm them, which felt
very comforting. My mother seemed to be sleeping soundly.
As I touched her, I moved my hand up her right arm, touching her face. I felt her loveliness and
was instantly moved (the kind of love between mother and child—she is such a good mother). After touching her
for a while , unintentionally, my hand moved down, and accidentally touched her breast. Her breasts were
medium to large, soft, and not very elastic. Suddenly, my attention shifted to her
nipples.
But I didn't dare reach out and touch them. My head was around her neck, so I deliberately
moved my head down, slowly bringing my cheek to the front of her breasts, just touching a little bit of soft, swollen flesh.
I thoroughly enjoyed the comfortable and soft texture. My body felt a little hot and I was nervous, but I
still rubbed against her very, very gently.
A minute later, my mother was still asleep. My right hand, trembling, slowly moved upwards
, my palm resting on her right breast. My palm touched a bit of her clothes, but it was very hot, almost sweaty. I slowly
pressed down with my right middle finger, gently stroking her right breast. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, but I was afraid of
waking her. My right middle finger pressed against the flesh beside her breast—it felt so good! As I pressed, I began to gently press on her nipple. Her
nipple was very soft, with a slightly tingling sensation.
After a few presses, I began to gently press down with my palm, from below her breast, my fingers on
the nipple. I paused for a moment, a chill running through me, my mouth watering slightly. Then I gently grasped my mother's right breast (my
hand was below her breast), gently pressing from below, my little finger and thumb squeezing from both sides, while my middle three fingers lightly
rubbed around the nipple. It was so soft, so comfortable, so stimulating.
At this moment, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid she might suddenly wake up.
My right hand continued to caress her breasts, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipples, lightly
pinching them with two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion. My lower body was burning hot, and I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thigh
. She was wearing pajamas, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg. I could feel a strong
, tingling sensation from her thigh. My penis was hard and erect, and I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her,
so could only rest my penis against her side leg.
Because my right hand was touching her breast, she didn't seem to be awake. Her pajamas were short, and
I boldly reached my hand down under her pajamas, slowly
moving I felt the distance was very far, and it took a long time before I finally touched her breast. Instantly, I felt a thunderous sensation, my heart and head burning. My whole hand was on her breast, and I dared not move. After a while, my hand felt like a worm crawling
on her breast, very warm. My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt incredibly comfortable. As I touched her, it gradually moved to her entire breast. My thumb and the finger between my thumbs gently circled her nipple, swirling it lightly. At first, the rotation was very gentle, but as the stimulation intensified, I became bolder, gently pinching and squeezing her nipple. After a while, her nipple hardened, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, softening and swelling. At that point, I didn't care anymore; I gently squeezed her entire breast with my right hand, pressing my palm against it , feeling as if it had grown even larger. I began rubbing her entire breast with my palm, from bottom to top, with a very light touch. I rubbed my palm against my mother's nipple, and a continuous electric shock surged from my palm, traveling to my heart like an electric shock. My palm was suspended in mid-air, my mother's nipple only half-touching my palm. I moved my palm left and right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just touched my palm. That feeling was more dynamic (you must try it if you have the chance). Waves of electric shocks traveled through my heart, and in my excitement, I squeezed my right palm harder than before. At that moment , my mother moved slightly. She turned her head towards me, shifted her waist back, and leaned slightly towards me. I was immediately terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat. My hand remained on her breast, still gripping it, but I dared not let go, afraid of waking her. After about three minutes, my mother did not move. My right hand, which was still gripping my mother's breast, felt a little wet. I gently released my mother's breast. I slowly reached out from my mother's breast, terrified that she would wake up, so I stopped all inappropriate actions towards her . After sleeping for about 10 minutes, I wasn't as frightened as before, and my heart calmed down. Once I was sure my mother was still asleep , my heart started racing again. This time, I was much bolder. I gently pushed the blankets covering both of us down, and lightly lifted my mother's nightgown. I moved my body back to make it easier to lift her clothes. After a while, my mother 's breast popped out. It turned out that when I lifted her clothes, I had accidentally pushed her breast up as well, and her nipple had jumped down and touched my left hand (very lightly). This time it was her left breast. I continued to lift her nightgown, and with my right hand, I started to gently scratch my mother's breast, making a "tap-tap" motion with my four fingers, while my thumb pressed against the nipple and pushed upwards repeatedly . The bumps near my mother's nipple (I can't type the word) stood up (those small bumps next to the breast), becoming more and more noticeable with each rub. Then I rubbed them in a circle, and then with both fingers interlaced, swirling them like a turbine. After playing with it for a while, I grew bolder, moved my head down a little, and grabbed my entire breast with my right hand, squeezing it and bringing it to my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt a slight itch. I then wiggled the nipple up and down against my lips, my heart pounding with excitement. Suddenly, I opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth. After a while, I stuck out my tongue and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, my mother's right breast twitched and shuddered . The movement was a bit too strong, and I stopped, startled. I looked at my mother and felt that her breathing seemed to have become heavier, and the temperature of her breath had risen. I felt a warm, enveloping sensation. After a while, I began to suckle my mother's nipple. My mother's nipple deeply touched my tongue, and I also felt the bumps around it. My head and tongue swirled around the upper part of her breast, while my right hand was also busy, grasping my mother's right breast and making hand and finger movements, but the grasping force was still light. However, my mother's right breast and nipple were unusually sharp. I grabbed them with my fingers and rubbed them upwards, stretching them longer and longer the nipple, like a flower petal, parted slightly. The center of the nipple resembled a volcano crater, opening outwards. I held two fingers between the sides of the nipple, while my thumb pressed down firmly on the center of the parted nipple , rubbing it. As I rubbed, the opening widened, and I could feel it getting slightly wet. My tongue wasn't idle either; I was sucking. I opened my mouth wide, taking half of my mother's breast deep into , my saliva soaking most of it. As I held it in my mouth, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of that throbbing, a subtle, dynamic art. My tongue, sucking and swirling around the nipple, clamped it like my fingers, the pressure varying, and my mother's breast rose and fell with it. Strangely, as I suckled, I felt the nipple of my mother's left breast gradually shrink . The more I kissed, rubbed, and sucked, the smaller the nipple became, eventually turning into a small, round, but slippery one. My tongue greedily swirled and stirred that tiny nipple. My right breast's nipple and clitoris were both erect from my right palm's caresses; the right breast seemed slightly larger than the left (in my opinion). I half-propped myself up, my left hand grasping my mother's left breast, both hands attacking her firm breasts. At this point I stopped suckling, enjoying the feel of my mother's soft breasts. I then touched my mother's nipples with both palms, hovering them above my head, making circles with my palms just touching them . The sensation of my mother's nipples against my palms was indescribable (try this with your wife when you see this), the pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable, and my movements became faster. The nipple of my mother's right breast (the one I was suckling) quickly became sharp again under my rapid and intense touch, and it grew longer and longer. In fact, the nipple was so long that it started to rotate in my palm.

Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my palms, I switched to
a gesture, using my thumbs to rub my mother's nipples from the inside out, hoping to lengthen them. As I
rubbed them vigorously, my mother shifted slightly, arching her body and moving closer to me. I was
already burning with desire, but my hands continued rubbing.
Because my mother's breasts were quite large, I brought her nipples together with both hands,
rubbing them against each other with increasing force, feeling the agitation in her body become more intermittent.
I opened my mouth wide and took both of my mother's nipples into my mouth at once, my tongue intertwining between them
. To make it easier for me to suckle my mother's breasts, I moved my body down a little, moving
much closer. My left foot straddled my mother's leg, and my lower body unconsciously, as if by inertia, pressed against my mother's
smooth thigh, moving up and down, but the pleasure wasn't very intense.
However, I felt my penis burning hot, and all other external sensations paled in comparison to its heat
. But the paler it felt, the more my desire stirred, and the more I wanted it, the more I moved, the more intensely I moved. Especially during these movements, I
deliberately pulled my lower body back, offering it up, putting my penis in a penetrating position, or pressing it downwards, which
intensified the sensation.
The feeling in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips felt from my mother's breasts, yet my lips still unconsciously
licked my mother's breasts and the skin on her chest.
After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's breasts and turned to caress the skin around them. I
stretched out my tongue, tracing lines from my
mother slowly moving down to my mother's neck.
I don't know why, but when I reached my mother's neck, I felt the veins there throb intensely, so I
began to suck and rub my tongue against her neck, sucking particularly hard, and
my mother's reaction was especially noticeable. I grew bolder and began to move my body upwards, my hands gripping
near my mother's ears. My tongue, laced with saliva, licked and sucked back and forth on her neck. My lower body moved
upwards more and more, pressing against half of my mother's lower abdomen.
The more I sucked, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breathing becoming stronger, her exhalations making me
feel a breath of air blowing over my head. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I continued to suck, slowly kissing my mother
's cheeks, my tongue merely tracing patterns on her face. My lower body gradually covered my mother's entire
lower .
At this point, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly against my mother's private parts. I increased
the force , rubbing against her lower body, feeling the bones pressing against the bones on both sides of my body. It hurt a little, so I
moved down a bit, my penis almost pressing against my mother's tender private parts. We were wearing relatively thin clothing, and
I could feel the heat from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternating hot and cold sensations during the movement were incredibly pleasurable.
The sensations of hot and cold, the warmth of my mother's flesh, fueled my movements. I
shifted , ceasing my sucking. I propped myself up with my hands, maximizing contact with her genitals.
As I moved, her body seemed to move as if I were making love to her,
her body being pushed up and down by my forceful thrusts. She didn't move, remaining still, as if
waiting for something. I knew she was already awake.
The movement continued, the warm area through her clothes, the gentle swaying back and forth, like
a fantasy, somewhat like buttock sex on a bus, but more real and intensely stimulating. Our
genitals wrestled, and as we did, my penis gradually lost interest, the
increased uncomfortable.
I stopped, returning to kissing her skin, pressing my body against
hers , kissing her neck. My left hand roamed over her right side; her body was warm.
After a moment of hesitation
avoiding the genitals. My mother's inner thigh was very warm, and her skin was smooth.
She was wearing thin, soft boxer shorts. I stroked her inner thigh,
sometimes increasing the pressure, sometimes pinching the flesh; her thighs were very supple. Slowly, my hand unconsciously moved to
the area above her genitals. The area above her genitals was prominent, a bit large, but also very soft and warm—
definitely no less pleasurable than stroking breasts, each with its own unique characteristics.
I was excited. My left hand covered her entire mons pubis, like grabbing a nipple, in
a rather rough way. The
process . The rough caress of her mons pubis, with moderate pressure and speed
, felt like playing with sand.
My lips were also kissing her body, skin, and various areas of her breasts. I slipped my thumb inside my mother's
mons pubis , pressing and massaging it. It was still through her underwear, but the area
above it was incredibly wet. When I pressed, it felt sticky, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of fluid.
The more I pressed and rubbed, the slipperier it became. I rubbed it with a little more force, and my mother seemed to move quite
strongly . I ignored her (I knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only use my
fingers to rub against her underwear.
As I touched her, I pulled her underwear down with my thumb, and my thumb touched her mons pubis. This was
her vulva, incredibly slippery and wet. My entire thumb felt like it wasn't even touching it. At first, I just
gently slid it along, slowly. During the sliding, I felt a small clitoris, and I lingered there
, increasing the pressure and rubbing it.
My mother's lower body moved with each rubbing; with each upward rubbing, her lower body would
twitch. The mons pubis, rhythmic and uniquely alluring, rubbed against me. I began to move
down , pressing firmly. My thumb felt like it was entering another world, a unique realm.
Indeed, inside my mother's vagina, my thumb was halfway in, and I began to stir and squeeze.
My mother's vagina was very moist, and because my thumb was quite large, it almost filled the entire opening. The process of my thumb pressing in and
out was a unique sensation. At first, it was slow, but then the force and speed increased, becoming continuous.
Like pressing the spacebar on a keyboard, I pressed in and out forcefully.
My mother went down as I pressed in and out, constantly shifting back and forth, her lower body movements varied and fascinating. As I
pressed deeper and deeper, almost my entire thumb entered my mother's vagina, beginning the in-and-out motion. As the saying goes, going
in is easy, coming out is hard (a somewhat exaggerated metaphor). My thumb slid deep into my mother's mons pubis, and as I pulled it out
, my mother's vagina seemed to be sucking on my thumb (it felt quite strong). After a few minutes of thrusting
, I began to carefully feel the inner walls of my mother's vagina with my thumb. The inner walls were very smooth and tender
, even smoother than lubricant, so tender that I could feel the skin of the inner walls touching real flesh. I started moving in and
out of the inner walls, and with force, I could feel the inner walls had a slightly rough, granular texture. Perhaps this is something women
intentionally . As I played with her inner walls, my mother felt even more intensely than before. The more intense it was, the harder I
rubbed them, at a very fast speed and with great force. I felt my thumb getting very tired, but I enjoyed it
. The intense memories of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill.
After about 10 minutes, a liquid leaked out of my mother. Why did that liquid feel a little
cold? Perhaps it was because my thumb was warm from rubbing, making her liquid seem cold in comparison. When it leaked out, my mother's
lower body arched up considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge.
My mother woke up!
I was stunned for a moment, everything stopped. My mother moved her body back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of
her vagina. At that moment, my body was pressing against my mother. I froze, not knowing what to say or do...
that was all I could do. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Because I couldn't see my mother's expression very clearly,
she just stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I looked at her.
My mother stood there, seemingly thinking about something, or perhaps angry, or perhaps waiting for something.
At that moment , I was absolutely terrified, and I even lost all feeling in my penis.
Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mix of emotions
I felt made it feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond was a ticking time bomb.
Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Faced with this sudden
attack , I was completely stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly enthusiastic, her long tongue filling my mouth, and I
almost couldn't breathe. My mother pulled my body against hers.
After 10 seconds, I regained my senses and began to use my inner strength to forcefully suck and pull on my mother's
tongue I sucked on her tongue so hard that I held it in my mouth. I pulled it to the end, then suddenly released it, and it
retracted. I then extended my tongue to interact with my mother's tongue, like a pair of lovebirds.
My tongue swirled and formed all sorts of shapes. The most difficult part was tying our tongues together, with one
on top and the other on the bottom, swirling around. Because my kissing skills are terrible, it's practically a mess, and I'm drooling a lot
, which my mother is tasting.
My hands moved from my mother's back to her breasts, and this time I let loose,
grabbing her firm, bouncy breasts and pressing them against my nipples with my thumbs. My mother seemed to enjoy
this feeling. I felt her lips kissing me intensely, her tongue darting out,
almost completely filling my mouth.
My mother's hands weren't idle either, haphazardly stroking my back, suddenly pulling down
part , and grabbing my buttocks hard. She seemed obsessed with my flesh, kneading
, stroking, and swirling it around.
Then, she forcefully pressed my lower body up, my lower body now
pressing , my penis pressed against her vagina, and she lifted my buttocks
, pushing me forward.
I felt a burning
sensation as my penis rubbed against my mother's vagina through her clothes, making me dizzy. My penis was incredibly swollen from the friction
. My mother seemed to really enjoy this "brother-vulva" intercourse; the waves of stimulation were indescribable.
My mother had already opened up to kiss me, and my lower body moved in rhythm with her. Each time she pressed
down, she thrust hard, adjusting the opening of my penis, indirectly touching each other, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, heat, fleshy
sensations , and a slightly wet feeling—it was truly indescribable. I braced myself on the bed with my hands, afraid of hurting my mother.
But my lower body was cooperating with her movements. After a while, I lifted my lower body, stopping the intercourse
. I pulled down my pants completely and took off my shirt. My mother then pulled down her shirt, revealing her breasts,
but I couldn't see them very clearly.
I was completely naked. As my mother prepared to pull down her pants, I immediately pressed down on her. Her pants were only pulled down to
her knees . I pressed down on her, my penis moving against her genitals through her panties. The friction felt uniquely comfortable,
different from the friction between her pants. It felt incredibly real and stimulating.
Her panties were already soaked with fluid, and my penis was completely wet when I touched them, but it felt
incredibly pleasurable. My mother's hands were on my back, just supporting me without making any other movements. I rubbed against her
panties .
Besides the soft, wet, and slightly elastic texture, there was also the friction of her pubic hair. Even through the panties,
her pubic hair added a touch of texture. I pressed my chest against her breasts, the friction between my lower body and her upper
body.
Especially when my mother's nipples were hard and sliding against my chest, so shapely and delicate, like
tiny strands, my lower body felt like I was fantasizing about a beautiful woman, while my upper body was truly throbbing with desire. I rubbed harder and harder,
and as I rubbed, my mother arched her back, her legs supporting her weight. She used her feet to
push off her pants, which were still on, and we began a rhythmic but rapid rubbing motion.
After a few minutes, I arched my back, aiming my glans at my mother's vaginal opening, and
pushed in with a little force, bumping against her through her thin panties. My glans slid in a tiny bit, and her panties followed
suit—the feeling was absolutely uniquely comfortable. If
you have the chance, buy some very thin panties for your woman to try; that feeling of wanting to penetrate but not being able to, that
psychological feeling, is absolutely special. It's like wanting to have sex with a girl on a bus, wanting to penetrate her vagina but
unable to—but only slightly less intense than that personal feeling.
At this moment, I continued to arch my back, my erect penis thrusting into my mother's vagina, and my mother seemed to begin to experience it as well.
This feeling of wanting to do something but being unable to, her legs arched above my buttocks, her feet pressing against me
, as if urging me to go in faster.
We arched our genitals together like this. Slowly, with the increasing force and frequency of the arching, the head of my
penis entered my mother's vagina. Although there was underwear in between, I couldn't feel its effect; it only
provided resistance. My mother's vagina was very moist, and this stimulation seemed to bring a unique flush.
I sat up, grasped my penis, and rotated it left and right, up and down,
inside my mother's vagina, sometimes pushing it deeper, sometimes swaying it against her. My mother also thoroughly enjoyed this
unique pleasure. Although neither of us had spoken a word since then, I could feel her throbbing and
sensation; it was incredibly pleasurable.
After a while, I leaned down on my mother and suckled her breasts. Her nipples
remained firm and erect, clearly due to the intense pleasure. My penis remained inside her. After
a while, I used my hand to push the bottom of my mother's panties to the other side, completely exposing her vagina, though she was still
wearing panties.
I began to touch my penis against her real mons pubis; the texture of that flesh was unparalleled,
its wetness truly attracting my glans. I thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of illicit pleasure.
I rubbed my glans against her vaginal opening, and my mother seemed to tremble; I sensed her
reaction.
I sat up, pushing her panties aside with one hand and gripping my penis with the other,
forcefully rubbing and thrusting my glans against her mons pubis. My mother's body shifted up and down, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally
moving to bump against my glans. Perhaps due to her own reflexes, my glans
began to rub against her clitoris, then bumped against her vaginal opening.
The breaths she exhaled and the movement of her chest revealed her deep enjoyment. I enjoyed it too. After a while
of rubbing , I lay on top of my mother, my penis head inside her vagina. I
started thrusting, but not fully inside. Her vaginal muscles stimulated my
glans , the sensation was so incredibly pleasurable.
My mother's lower body moved and thrust upwards, as if trying to fully penetrate me, but I
wasn't in a hurry. My mother arched her back, and I moved back, continuing like this for a while. When she
arched her , I pushed hard and fully penetrated her vagina. How comfortable and
pleasurable that moment was!
It's best not to let your loved ones know your next move during sex; that's what makes it surprising and exciting…
After penetrating, I paused for a moment, then thrust in again with great force, making my mother's body move
.
I held my mother, slowly thrusting into her buttocks, each time with
varying , her reactions differing, but each time her breathing was heavy; I could feel the heat and
power of her breath on my neck. Based on this, each thrust was relatively forceful, but not very fast.
After one forceful thrust, I suddenly accelerated, the impact becoming crackling and louder, a
sound that intensely stimulated my eardrums and heart. My mother's underwear wasn't pulled down; the edge of her panties pressed against the side of my glans.
With each thrust, the edge of her panties slid against the edge of my glans, the sensation no less intense than sex.
You must try it if you have the chance; buy looser underwear!
My mother's genitals were almost completely wet. With my rapid thrusting, the sound echoing
in the room, my mother's legs spread wider and wider; I didn't know if she was letting me open them or if she was deliberately making it easier for me to thrust
.
The faster I thrust, the more I shifted my body, facing my mother. Her eyes
were closed , but tightly, as if she were struggling. She was breathing heavily through her mouth and nose,
her head tilted slightly. Although my vision wasn't perfect, I could still make out what was happening. My mother seemed to enjoy the penetration,
the impact, the shoving, the thrusting of my penis. Her expression was strange; she was frowning.
During the thrusting, I grew tired and slowed down. As soon as my lips touched hers, she
responded with a passionate kiss, her tongue still protruding into my mouth.
My movements slowed, but her lower body began to arch and thrust upwards, though not entirely comfortably. With
a sudden burst of strength, I pulled her up and lay down on top of me.
She remained silently on top of me, not continuing her previous movements, just quietly.
At that moment, I felt it and whispered, "Mom." My voice was very soft. Then I hugged my mother's
head, and after a while, I started kissing her hair, face, eyes, and mouth. As I kissed her, she slowly
let go, and we began to intertwine our tongues. I started stroking her arms with both hands, and slowly moved
one of her hands to my penis. I grabbed the back of her hand and started touching myself. I was very wet down there. At first, my mother
wasn't very willing and didn't take the initiative.
I whispered to my mother, "Mom, don't worry. In this dark night, it's just the two of us. Don't
worry ." Then I continued to kiss my mother deeply. My mother didn't answer or make any further movements
. After about three minutes,
my mother started moving her soft hands to stroke my penis and glans. At first, she just
pressed her palm against the base of my penis and rubbed it lightly. As time went on, she started to grasp my entire
penis , rubbing it up and down. I really enjoyed the tenderness and gentleness of my mother's hands. My mother
seemed to be rubbing someone's penis for the first time, and she seemed very unfamiliar with it.
I started by telling my mother to gently rub around the area with her fingers. She followed my instructions,
her vaginal opening pressed against my thigh. I arched my legs, lifting her about twenty centimeters
off the ground. She was very wet; I could feel the wetness on my thighs. The position wasn't very stable. My mother
gripped . As my legs moved up and down, her vagina moved up and down with them, arching her back,
but she would slide down at higher points. Each time I lowered my legs, she would move back to my knees.
In this arched position, the skin of her vaginal opening was rubbed against my thigh. Over
sixty was pressed against her vaginal opening, rubbing against it. Each time I lifted her up, she gripped my penis tightly, and
we continued rubbing and kneading like this.
After rubbing for a while, I pulled my mother into my arms. As we faced each other, I kissed
her lips deeply. I spread my legs, placing my mother astride my penis, and gently inserted it into her vagina
. As I continued, a small amount of fluid seeped out (it was just at the entrance,
not inside).
After a while, I whispered to my mother, "Mom, is it okay?"
She didn't respond, but simply moved her hips, aiming at her vaginal opening, and I inserted myself.
The sensation of penetration, the feeling of being inside, was incredibly comforting, unlike the previous one-sided gratification; it was a union of
bodies . My mother wasn't fully inside, so I gently lifted my hips and thrust forward, completely uniting us
. At that moment, it wasn't just the pleasure of sex, but a profound, overwhelming pleasure.
I continued to thrust slowly, my mother initially only symbolically responding, and we continued this physical intertwining.
Each time I penetrated, I felt the lubrication of her vagina and a sharp pain from the pubic hair mingling with her vaginal opening. I
used my hand to move my pubic hair aside; the pain was like plucking hair. Following this, I leaned back, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and
thrust upwards forcefully. My mother seemed to enjoy this position; each time I pressed down, she
cooperated very hard, pressing deeply for several seconds before pulling back, then continuing to press down.
Because of my hand, this sitting and holding-my-mother position was very frequent. As the number of thrusts increased
, I noticed my mother's vaginal lubrication increased, making my thrusts smoother. It didn't feel as
comfortable as at the beginning, but I could see my mother enjoyed this support. She moved closer to my body, her hands tightly
embracing my head, her breasts pressed against my chest.
Because I wasn't as comfortable as before, I increased the force and speed. My mother
responded , but each time she thrust in quickly and then bounced back, yet each time she penetrated very deeply.
Her mons pubis bumped against the flesh beneath my penis at a rapid pace, sending waves of pleasure through my
groin. My mother's breasts moved rapidly across my chest , brushing against it, their soft texture like paint, but the speed of their movement
was too fast.
My mother's head was almost touching my ear, and her breath was incredibly hot. I could tell
she thoroughly enjoyed the impact this position gave her, the indescribable pleasure it brought. I could only follow
along , trying my best to keep my mother comfortable (though I wasn't sure if I was comfortable myself). This position, while very penetrating, felt
somewhat empty. My mother's buttocks and upper body moved instinctively towards my penis.
My mother and I continued like this for a full half hour. At the very last moment,
a cool, moist fluid flowed from her vagina, directly onto my throbbing penis. She stopped, resting her face on my shoulder
, exhaling heavily, her body twitching slightly. Her face was hot, but also very sexy, leaning against me
. I rested my face against hers. She was sweaty and seemed to be enjoying herself.
I also felt very tired, so I moved to lie down and rested for a moment.
Then my legs spread wide, her legs between mine. I inserted my penis; it was very
lubricated inside, making it uncomfortable.
I pulled her legs together, her vaginal opening squeezing tightly. I moved my hips
up and , her vaginal walls gripping my penis, very tight, but incredibly pleasurable. My movements were excessively
exaggerated, and my mother could tell I really enjoyed it.
She pressed me down, signaling me not to move. She placed a pillow under my arm,
raising .
My mother, still with her legs together and hands on the bed, moved up and down vigorously, rubbing and shifting. The speed
wasn't fast , but it felt like her flesh was forcibly sucking out my semen. Each insertion and withdrawal felt
different.
My mother's mons pubis was very tight; during insertion, I felt an extremely strong sense of possession and penetration.
When I felt squeezed and sucked, waves of pleasure washing over me (I suggest you try it). It was incredibly comfortable, and I
made humming sounds (a kind of wanting to hum but not quite), moaning sounds (maybe everyone
thinks only women make these sounds when being penetrated, but maybe it was too comfortable, and I couldn't help making these sounds).
My mother realized this and increased the speed of her up-and-down movement. I thoroughly enjoyed the pressure and rhythm,
especially the very real and immersive feeling of oneness between the sexes. It felt like my mother's vagina was a piece of my own flesh,
waves of movement and electric currents coursing through my body and nerves. Because it felt so good, I tried to control myself, wanting to
savor this rare feeling of union.
My mother was thoroughly enjoying herself, exerting a great deal of effort in her penetration. As I neared ejaculation, I felt like I was about to collapse. At the last
moment , her speed was no longer enough to satisfy my urge to ejaculate.
I immediately spread her legs wide on either side of my stomach, signaling her to speed up. She lay on top of me, her buttocks arching back, and
I thrust into her forcefully. The squelching sounds of our bodies colliding, the wetness, were loud enough for me to hear clearly, but my mother
didn't seem to care .
I held her waist, and surprisingly, her waist didn't move. She simply arched her back and thrust again, like
a hoe , but the handle didn't move; it was the hoe itself that moved. My mother's timing was perfect; each time she extended, my
penis was perfectly positioned at the entrance of her vagina, inserted very quickly. The friction between my penis and
the vaginal jolts of electricity through my glans.
I thrust my hips a few times, and my mother continued her in-and-out motion. My glans and genitals were being whipped by the rough, granular texture of her
inner walls . My groans grew louder and my breathing heavier. At that moment
, I gripped my mother's breasts tightly with both hands. My mother sensed that I was about to ejaculate and increased the force and frequency,
thrusting to the deepest part of her with each stroke (I felt something inside my mother resisting my glans, which should be what people call
the clitoris).
With the powerful thrusts of my mother's hips, I suddenly couldn't feel my penis thrusting against me
anymore
. My mind went blank, and the electric current from my penis numbed my mind and body. At that moment, the only thing I could feel was my penis. My lips were white and my mouth was dry; even my breath seemed numb. As my mother pushed in
and out, the semen I had forcibly suppressed inside me suddenly spurted out without any resistance.
My mother felt my ejaculation but didn't stop, continuing to increase the speed of her thrusting. This continued, and
it felt like was gushing out in spurts, very quickly, with very short intervals, but the pleasure in those intervals was...
A series of light, tingling sensations came from inside my penis as all my semen surged into my mother's vagina.
After ejaculating, my senses paused
for a
moment. My mother was still moving on top of me, her pace actually quickening. Suddenly, I felt another gush of cool liquid flowing out. The pleasure from her movements hadn't subsided. After a minute or so, I signaled for her to stop. My penis remained inside her vagina.
Instead of pulling it out, she rested against me.
We rested like that, my mother leaning against my chest, her hands roaming
gently over it. I gently kissed her hair…
Then she got up, dried herself, and gave me water. Perhaps because she was too tired,
she slept naked with me, but she held me tightly. My legs were between her thighs
, and I could feel her pubic hair and some fluid on my thighs. Maybe she was just too tired, so we fell asleep like that.
My mother didn't say a word from beginning to end. I understood what she was thinking.
We had sexual relations afterward, but I won't go into details. I never imagined that what started as a thousand
-word description of my relationship with my mother would take a whole day to write. My writing isn't great; I'm just trying my best
to describe it clearly and convey the real experience.
This is the first time I've written about something so real, and it's been on my mind for a long time. I hope you adults can offer some guidance
on .

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