【Northeast Traditional Kang (Heated Brick Bed)】(Revised Version) (03) Author: 998

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Chapter 3:

Playful Me I defiled my mother for a long time. After her orgasm, her senses became even more acute, and she could no longer bear
the torment of lust.

"Dog... Godmother... I can't take it anymore..." My mother forgot her shame and
pleaded . Her hot, seductive eyes peeked through her fingers and stared at me for a full half minute. During that
half minute, my lewdness made my mother sway her full, delicate body like a snake demon, without stopping for a second. The intense emotions
flashing I, as a young boy, did not know that they were lust and greed for sex.

Seeing that I was still nibbling on her feet so enthusiastically, my mother helplessly pushed me away with her delicate soles, then crawled
over panting and took off my pants. I obediently let my mother take them off, revealing my hard, large penis.

"Mother, I haven't had enough yet." I pinched my mother's engorged nipples.

"Mommy will teach you something even more fun, I guarantee you'll want to play with Mommy every day after you try it..." Mommy coaxed me
with the same , while simultaneously gripping my penis and eagerly stroking it up and down.

In an instant, a tingling, pleasurable sensation shot from the head of my penis to my brain,
instantly banishing any remaining dissatisfaction, and I squinted my eyes in enjoyment.

"Come on..." Mommy quickly stripped off her crumpled dress, then pulled off her soaking
wet stockings and underwear, grabbed a pillow and placed it under her bottom, then hurriedly lay down on her back. Then,
under my gaze, Mommy somewhat embarrassedly pulled the sheet over
her half-bent and spread apart under the covers.

"Get in bed quickly, lie on top of Mommy." Mommy looked up at me, extremely excited, her eyes devoid of any reason,
clearly driven to the brink of madness by what I had done.

Seeing this, I thought to myself, is this the most fun game yet?

Excited and curious, I obediently moved over and lay on top of my mother from the front.

We faced each other, and the moment I approached, her raised legs snapped shut, her
long, fleshy legs eagerly encircling my waist, her calves pulling me closer. My hard penis pressed against
her wet, sticky crotch; the muddy sensation made me gasp. That soft, plump flesh was my mother's vagina,
her pubic hair and mons pubis sticking together, utterly lewd.

The contact of our genitals triggered another strong urge to urinate. I held my breath, trying to
struggle, but faced with my mother, worn out from years of labor and in heat, I couldn't break free.

Speechless, I could only brace myself on the bed, lifting my hips to try and ease
the pressure of her mons pubis rubbing against me. My mother, beneath me, continued to heat up, her expression unusually excited. Her flushed
face grew increasingly unbearable, gradually turning a deep red I had never seen before, as if it were about to drip blood.

She impatiently twisted her hips, rubbing against me a few times as if satisfying her craving, my penis repeatedly scraping against her clitoris. Her buttocks convulsed twice
as if electrocuted, then she freed one hand, reaching between my legs and accurately grasping my penis,
controlling it as she slid it between her thick, sticky labia.

This time, she trembled even more violently. I, resisting the urge to urinate, couldn't break free and could only pitifully look up at
her, pleading, "Mother… I'm not feeling well… please stop playing, okay?"

But she seemed not to hear, her mind solely focused on swaying my penis between her wet labia. I could only see
her hissing as she inhaled cool air, her expression one of ecstatic excitement, her eyes filled with a lustful haze. I had no idea how long my mother had been anticipating this
, or how burning her desire had become after I aroused it.

"Doggy...doggy..." my mother called out my childhood name, her eyes glazed over
. She couldn't wait even a second longer. Her eyes glistened with desire, the thrill of breaking taboos mixed with burning lust. She
was so excited that her teeth chattered. Finally, she murmured, her voice trembling,
"It's going to go in...my precious son...is going to go in his mother's cunt..."

Her animal instincts completely drove her. The moment she positioned my glans, she pressed
her buttocks against me, thrusting her hips to meet me, using the wetness and lubrication of her bodily fluids. The excessive foreplay had left her incredibly wet, so my glans
easily parted her thick labia majora, then smoothly expanded her delicate labia minora.

In this way, the entire glans was visibly sucked into her vagina.

Accompanied by my mother's tense body and high-pitched moans, my glans plunged deep inside, pushing aside layers
of mucous membranes and flesh, probing directly into the depths of her tight vagina. The thrust was swift and relentless;
after a long, audible screech of pressure, my sixteen-centimeter penis was powerfully and forcefully inserted more than halfway in.

The entire process lasted a few seconds. I held my breath, resisting the powerful suction of my mother's vagina and the tsunami
-like stimulation, thus avoiding the embarrassing situation of my virginity slipping away unnoticed. Even more fortunately, my mother was exhausted—
exhausted from pleasure—so she couldn't swallow my entire penis.

My masculine instincts awakened completely at that moment. The feeling of resistance and friction during penetration drove
me wild. The surging hormones made my eyes red with excitement, and my primal thrusting instincts compelled me to take over what my mother
hadn't finished—complete penetration!

My mother clung to me like an octopus, just as I wanted. My glans continued to brutally break through the layers of tightly
packed mucous membrane deep inside her vagina, forcefully scraping against the tender, moist vaginal walls, flattening the tightly packed, incredibly hot
vaginal mucosa inch by inch, before being stretched and expanded significantly by my increasingly deep, thick penis.

As everyone knows, a woman's vagina is quite magical; its length stretches and increases with the length of the man, making it
extremely elastic. My mother, with her tall figure, had an even stronger vaginal resilience.

I tried inserting just a little bit, but the ecstatic sensation exhausted all my strength. The entire insertion process was only a
fleeting moment , yet it is something I will deeply savor even years later.

"Sizzle..." The air inside her vagina was expelled, mixing with her vaginal fluids to create an absurd sound.

"Ah...!" My mother screamed, her vagina completely filled, leaving no
room .

"God..." My mother gasped for a few seconds before managing to utter a single word, clearly finding her son's penetration
difficult adapt to. If her vagina hadn't developed tremendous elasticity from childbirth, this forceful insertion would have definitely
torn the muscle fibers at the vaginal opening. Even so, she felt a burning, stinging
pain .

Fortunately, pain is also a form of sexual stimulation during intense intercourse. As long as the sexual pleasure outweighs the pain,
it amplifies the sensation. Therefore, pain can be considered a unique form of sexual pleasure during sex.

I realized that although I had penetrated all the way in, a small part of my penis was still outside.
The sexual urge to push me in, penis and all, compelled me to thrust my hips down forcefully again. Suddenly, the head of my penis plunged deep into the very depths of my mother's vagina
, and I felt it sink into a soft, elastic mass of tender flesh!

I didn't know that this mass of tender flesh was the cervix, nor did I know that the area where my penis head was now was where I had lived for nine months
.

My mother obviously hadn't expected this either. She had never had her cervix touched before, let alone been trapped in the tender flesh of the cervix
. So, the unexpected and intense stimulation, the stinging pain accompanied by a tingling and aching sensation, caused my mother to raise her swan-like, long, white
neck with all her might, and a high-pitched scream burst from her throat.

"Ah...doggy...doggy's inside Mommy's belly..." This feeling of being filled and expanded was something
Mommy had longed for day and night, her honeyed orifice empty for two long years. But she never imagined that this feeling would be so
unprecedented , so unparalleled. She
couldn't even have imagined such a tingling, ecstatic experience before.

Moreover, the pain was insignificant compared to the tingling, sour, and dizzying feeling of fullness. Although the pain was also
strong, it was negligible compared to the intense pleasure. Of course, the strongest feeling was
the intense numbness of the cervix being pushed against. This impact felt like it had hit Mommy's heart, instantly shattering her defenses. Mommy felt
a sudden ache in her lower back and then exaggeratedly climaxed.

"Hiss...it's so full...you're so good, my darling...you made me fly away in one go..."
Two streams of happy tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, her face filled with boundless infatuation and intense love. Her sweaty,
hot, voluptuous body clung tightly to me, refusing to leave even the slightest gap, as she blissfully savored the afterglow of her orgasm.

Her delicate body trembled slightly in the afterglow of her climax.
What ? Her eyes were hazy as she relived the memory—it was a...electrifying, soul-stirring, intense pleasure,
a feeling she would never forget.

I froze on top of her, especially as scalding hot fluid gushed from the tender flesh where my glans was pressing against,
making me afraid to move an inch.

I had reached my climax, but my almost pathological fastidiousness and misunderstanding made me afraid to 'pee' inside her.

I was somewhat relieved; if my penis hadn't been frequently played with by my mother and thus trained, I probably would have already peed.
I lay stiffly on my mother's pair of full, large breasts, feeling the intense contractions and tightness of her vagina, enjoying
the wonderful sensation of my penis soaking in the warm, moist 'urine bag'.

"Mom's urine bag is so hot...so comfortable...I never knew my godmother's urine bag was so good!" I secretly
exclaimed , feeling my bones go weak. I obediently lay on my mother and enjoyed it, and my previous dissatisfaction had long
been forgotten. My mother hadn't lied to me, this was the most fun...but the feeling of holding in urine was too uncomfortable,
but it didn't matter, I was used to it. After all, playing with my mother always had this feeling of pent-up frustration, and getting rid of this feeling was
really great , unforgettable...

After a while, my mother gradually came back to her senses, felt that she had regained some strength, and was also able to barely adapt to the strong presence in her vagina
, so she moved her body slightly, but the pleasure of my penis pulling on her vagina drained her strength again. Mother pouted
, glanced at her son lying lifeless on top of her, her face flushed, hesitated for a moment, then shyly bit
her glistening lips, her red lips parting slightly.

"Silly boy," Mother said. I looked up, puzzled. Mother's lips moved a few times but stopped, and she turned her head away as if
embarrassed by my gaze. The guilt of taking advantage of her innocent son made her feel extremely ashamed, but her heart could not give up
the ecstatic pleasure of physical sublimation into spiritual transcendence. It was like drug addiction; knowing it was harmful, she couldn't help but immerse herself in the poppy-woven
web of desire, unable to break free...

Desire once again took over, and finally Mother raised a hand and placed it on my buttocks, gently patting it.

I didn't know what Mother meant, or rather, I didn't notice at all, because the pleasure below me was too intense
, many times stronger than when I penetrated Mother's buttocks.

My mother forced herself to look at me, panting guiltily, "Doggy, move a little..."
Even though I hadn't moved at all during the time I'd been inside her, I didn't know when, but her bodily fluids had already soaked her buttocks, forming a pool of glistening liquid on
the mat . It showed how terrifying it was to be like a wolf in its thirties, especially for someone like my mother who was practically living a widow's life;
someone who had touched a taboo and couldn't extricate herself; someone whose familial and romantic feelings were indistinguishable.

I looked up blankly, seeing my mother's alluring face flushed and radiant. Young and naive, I didn't understand the allure,
unaware my mother's body, already aroused by repeated orgasms, was burning with lust again. But with my penis soaking in my mother's diaper,
the throbbing of a male facing a superior female wouldn't disappear, not even for a child.

My mother's rosy face, so alluring and delicate, made my thick, long penis, which was stretching her vagina open, throb
repeatedly . Each throbbing of the hot glans scraped against the tender flesh of her cervix, which tightly enveloped it.

I vaguely knew how to move, but still asked somewhat confusedly, "How do I move?"

"What do you think?" Mother glared at me, scolding me for being clueless about romance. Then, she adjusted her breathing,
gritted her teeth, and tried to thrust her hips forward, letting out a delicate moan as she pulled her glans out of her cervix. The wet,
tight walls of her vagina immediately pulled in the direction the glans had withdrawn, and her tender uterus contracted in waves, releasing a gush of erotic
fluid from her cervix like juice being squeezed out. For a moment, I felt like my penis wasn't soaking in Mother's vagina, but rather
like a spring gushing from a volcano.

I almost cried out in pleasure, while Mother, who was frowning and moaning, found that the walls of her vagina were spontaneously writhing and
twisting, tightly gripping most of my penis. Suddenly, her vaginal opening seemed like a living,
breathing , sucking, squeezing, contracting, and writhing incessantly, as if trying to disintegrate my penis.

My mother's initiative sent waves of exquisite pleasure through my body, causing me to shudder uncontrollably.
Sensing I tried to pull my penis out, but she sensed it just as I was about to withdraw and
quickly clamped her legs together, forcing my penis back in. Our

genitals were intertwined once more, inseparable.

"Mom! Let me go! I need to pee!" I cried out in panic. But my mother's lips
curved into a wider, blissful smile, and she moaned with abandon, completely oblivious to my cries. Or perhaps she did hear me, because her legs were clamped
even tighter than before, as if trying to break my waist.

"Doggy... give it to Mommy... Mommy's about to cum again...!" Mommy seemed quite interested in my 'urine,' and
despite her exhaustion, she began to writhe seductively, her vagina
making my penis.

My penis, swelled to an unprecedented hardness from Mommy's ministrations, and knowing I couldn't escape, I gave up,
gritting my teeth and thrusting deeper to meet her. When our genitals met, Mommy's thick labia majora were flattened
, and her labia minora began to invert. Mommy clearly felt it; her brows furrowed noticeably, and
her moans were deafening—she was obviously going too deep.

Although the thrusting wasn't fast, after a dozen seconds, I experienced my first ever internal ejaculation, and the object of my passion
was my own mother.

"Mom, I can't hold it in anymore!" I shouted, my penis suddenly throbbing powerfully. "Gurgle..."
The first spurt of hot, thick urine shot into Mom's lower abdomen with a muffled sound. The urine
poured directly into Mom's uterus through the cervix, scalding her so much that her eyes rolled back, and she screamed incoherently, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming,"
which I couldn't understand.

In short, I felt a jolt of pleasure that made my soul leave my body, as if my consciousness was about to float away.

Mom stretched her neck out beneath me, her beautiful features contorted with tears, the pale
blue bulging, her whole body covered in fragrant sweat, and she was constantly convulsing violently. Her delicate body twitched with a strange beauty,
and large gushes of thick, hot liquid gushed from the depths of her vagina with each spasm,
so .

At the same time, I felt Mom's delicate body, which was as soft as a snake one second, stiffen and harden the next, as if it were constantly changing
with the frequency of her spasms.

With each ejaculation, my mother's vagina responded by contracting several times, the walls of her vagina gripping and sucking in my
"urine." Her uterus also had a strong orgasmic response, contracting at the same frequency as my ejaculation,
like the Adam's apple gulping down water.

"Oh oh oh oh... dog... mother is going to die... mother is going to be scalded to death by you..." My mother
moaned incessantly, ecstatic. The first ejaculation alone made her feel so good that she was about to faint!

I gritted my teeth and growled, unable to stop urinating. Afraid of being sucked to death by my mother, I clenched my back teeth
to try to hold it back, but it was no use. I continued to ejaculate, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen streams shot into my mother's vagina,
disappearing into the deepest part of her vaginal walls...

I don't know from which stream, but my mother's cervix squeezed out my glans, and large amounts of white fluid
poured out from the depths of her vagina, mixing with my mother's bodily fluids.

By this time, Mother was wrapped around me like an octopus, completely immobile. Her consciousness seemed to have wandered elsewhere; she
was only focused on desperately trying to expel the scalding liquid from deep within her vagina, wanting to release completely and thoroughly. Finally, the cloudy, white
fluid flowed from Mother's vulva. As we embraced, savoring the sensations,
the white fluid .

Afterward, Mother remained dazed for a long while before her hazy eyes finally shifted slightly. She then leaned back, craving
a kiss, but her lips were noticeably paler, a clear sign of overindulgence. Ironically, Mother had only let
me thrust a few dozen times, yet even with the intense foreplay, it had escalated into overindulgence.

We kissed for a while, chewing on Mother's cool little tongue, which reignited the fire that had subsided after urinating
. My already hard penis throbbed painfully again. Youth is indeed wonderful.

My mother, deeply penetrated by me, naturally had the most direct experience. She immediately mustered her strength, staring at
me with seductive eyes, and asked, "Doggy...is it fun, Mommy?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Then why don't you keep going?" she said, thrusting her hips forward and moaning with pleasure.
How could a virgin like me resist? My tender penis is always extremely sensitive for a period after ejaculation. My mother's movement made me
cry out, and my body convulsed twice. I quickly cried out, "Mommy! Don't move...I...I'm afraid I'll
pee in you again...how dirty!"

Hearing this, my mother chuckled charmingly, a smile that could launch a thousand ships. She
grinned , "That's not pee...Mommy loves what you shoot."

"What is it?"

"Want to know?" My mother cupped my face, winking mischievously.

"Mmm!"

"Then do it to Mommy one more time, and Mommy will tell you, this time don't hold back, just shoot inside Mommy's cunt when you feel it
... Mommy likes it." The previous climax made Mommy very horny, and she asked greedily without restraint.

Hearing Mommy's words, I felt as if I had received a royal decree, and I started to move my penis, which was buried deep in Mommy's cunt, again. At first,
it was not really thrusting, but just unconsciously pulling out a little bit and then unconsciously thrusting it back in. Each
thrust could be heard with a "plop plop" sound, because Mommy's cunt was now covered with our white fluids.

The glans of my penis rubbed against the tender flesh of Mommy's cunt, and the tingling pleasure that came like an electric current made me feel like I was on
cloud nine.

After tasting the sweetness, I didn't need Mommy to urge me anymore, and I adjusted the depth and frequency of my thrusting, just focusing on thrusting
my penis in and out of Mommy's wonderful fleshy pot.

As I thrust in and out, my mother's almond-shaped eyes seemed to well up with tears, though they were somewhat dull and lifeless. She just
held letting me thrust in and out, panting and moaning.

"Oh...doggy...my doggy...so strong...hiss...it's all the way in again...I feel like
I'm going to die...I'm going to let doggy fuck me to death..."

I was doing push-ups, and my mother's moans excited me so much that I thrust harder and harder.

"Slap slap slap slap slap..."

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." As I increased the frequency, my glans
slammed hard against the tender flesh deep inside her, and she couldn't help but scream. At the same time, the white, cloudy fluid inside and outside her vagina was ground
into a thick, foamy paste. This fluid smeared on our point of contact, our groin, and our pubic hair, a gruesome
mess.

As time went on, I became increasingly excited by my mother's hysterical moans. I thrust into her rapidly and violently like a madman
, using the strength of my waist and abdomen to its fullest extent, forgetting
everything else .

"Ah...ah...God...doggy...my doggy...slower...God...I'm going to let
you fuck me...uh...fuck me to death..." Perhaps each thrust reached the deepest part of my mother, as she gasped for breath, her eyes
rolling back , finally realizing she couldn't take it anymore. But I remained unmoved, because my mother had repeatedly and clearly told me...
She told me this was her way of showing pleasure.

"Pfft pfft pfft..." I felt my mother's vagina becoming increasingly thick and sticky, with so much fluid
that it created patches of moisture as I pulled my penis out. This made it effortless for me to pull in, and when I thrust in, it was all the way
to the bottom , slamming heavily against my mother's clitoris.

"Ah...oh...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...you little rascal...you're going to kill me...uh uh..."
My mother was actually pulling at her hair as I fucked her.

In my excitement, I was stimulated by my mother's voice and shivered. I could no longer
hold back my rising urge to urinate. I roared and trembled as I lay on top of my mother, biting down hard on one of her nipples. My penis head was inserted to the deepest point in her vagina
, sinking into that incredibly tender and sexy flesh, and I ejaculated again.

This time, when I urinated, my mother first let out a hysterical scream, her delicate body tensing and
convulsing violently. Tears streamed down her face, her wet hair danced wildly, and a trickle of clear fluid escaped her nose. When I finished and
lay limply on top of her, she had already fainted from pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her plump, fleshy body still
convulsed with ecstasy from the afterglow of her orgasm, her white flesh rippling like waves
.

To be precise, my time with my mother wasn't long, but my exceptional size and agile movements
destined me to start at an unparalleled level in sex. Of course, at that time, I didn't understand any
of this. After urinating, I just felt a little tired and lay on top of her, not wanting to move. I didn't notice that
she had fainted from pleasure. A few minutes later, she slowly woke up on her own, without any tragic consequences.

My mother, pale-faced, woke up with trembling fingers that weakly stroked my cheek. She clung to me, refusing to let me
pull my penis out, her legs limply wrapped around me. She remained silent for a long time, staring at me blankly, seemingly lost in thought.
I could feel the tender affection flowing between us, a hazy, yet deeply cherished feeling. "Mother," I whispered excitedly ,

burying my face between her breasts, still rubbing against her with delight despite the sweat . "Mmm…" Her voice was weak and tired, but her tone was sweet and endearing, a kind of unintentional coquettishness that I loved. Thinking about it, I asked with a touch of elation, "Mother, what were we doing just now?" "Guess," she said, pursing her dry lips with a hint of shyness. "Mother… you already told me!" I pouted. "You little rascal!" she said, playfully scratching my nose. "You were fucking me just now…" "Yes," I affirmed, "I know," she said. My mother didn't speak, but bit her lip, her face pressed against mine. As a mother living in a rural area of Northeast China, her unusually shy expression left me, a mere ten-year-old boy, speechless. "Besides your father, I've only ever let you...do it, and you're all I have left. From now on...from now on, it'll only be you who does it, okay?" Her face flushed again, a pale, rosy blush, a sickly beauty. I nodded vigorously, excitedly hugging her tightly, pressing my face between her breasts, hearing her pounding heartbeat. "Mom, what I peed just now wasn't pee, right?" "My son is so clever, it was..." Then, in one breath, she told me everything she knew about sex. "So it wasn't pee! That's great!" A weight was finally lifted from my shoulders. "Hmph, you silly boy, you're complaining about your mother." "It's all my fault, why didn't you say so sooner!" I said, somewhat unreasonably, nuzzling her ample breasts. "Yes, yes, yes... It's all Mother's fault, but Mother wasn't... wasn't she just embarrassed?" "Anyway, it's all Mother's fault." I said smugly, my mother's excessive pampering had made me arrogant. "It's Mother's fault, it's Mother's fault..." Mother hugged me and gently stroked me. Although it was hot, we had just tasted the forbidden fruit and were so affectionate that we didn't want to separate for a moment. Suddenly, I thought of something and asked excitedly, "Will Mother get pregnant?! I shot all my sperm into Mother's cunt!" "Tch, what cunt-like language..." Mother didn't like swearing when she was rational and pinched my nose and spat. "Will Mother have my child?" I pressed. "Mother has already had a tubal ligation and can't get pregnant... Besides, if Mother got pregnant with your child, it would harm you. You're still so young... You still have to get married in the future." Mother said, her expression somewhat gloomy. Little did I know that Mother had actually wanted to have my child since then . Afterwards, Mother explained to me what tubal ligation was. "Then Mother, can I marry you?" I said immaturely, and Mother shook her head sadly. "No! Mother... Mother, you said only husband and wife can have sex, I want to marry you as my wife!" "I'm all yours now... From now on, I only want you, only you as my man, isn't that enough?" As she spoke, her lips brushed against my forehead, and I could feel her warm breath and the texture of her dry lips. "But a mother and son can't marry, Gou'er, understand?" "Why?!" I asked defiantly, "I want to marry you, Mother!" " The law doesn't allow it, and if outsiders find out about our relationship, they'll all gossip about me and call me a whore... Are you willing to do that? Don't you care about me?" My mother stroked my head, coaxing me softly. Feeling sorry for my mother, I stopped making a fuss and instead cared for her, licking her dry lips. "Gou'er, let me have a little more time..." My mother let me suck on her lips, obediently sticking out her tongue and speaking indistinctly. I wasn't that thirsty anymore, so I stopped. Mother smiled with relief, looking at my pleading eyes, and sighed, asking indulgently, "Does my little dog still want his mother?" I nodded vigorously; after all, I'd had my fill of it, and I was still a vigorous young man. "Go get me some water," Mother said, prepared to stay with me no matter what. I poured her a glass of water, and after drinking it, her complexion improved considerably. Then she took a towel, dampened it with the remaining water, and wiped away the thick layer of white, sticky paste. She patted the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), gesturing for me to get on. "Don't touch me, let me clean you first," Mother slapped away my outstretched hand, giving me a charmingly smug look and tapping my nose to signal me not to rush. After cleaning my penis, Mother's soft, delicate hand grasped it again, and my limp penis felt the warmth of her palm. Mother didn't speak, but leaned in to kiss me, this time not so passionate, but a gentle, wet kiss. My mother's tongue was incredibly skillful; I tilted my head back, squinting, enjoying the unique and wonderful sensation. Her hands weren't idle either, gently stroking my penis. My hand grasped her breast. To be honest, I wasn't particularly interested in her breasts, having played with them too many times.

So it was casual of me to touch her like this. But I have a fatal attraction to my mother; even a perfunctory touch made her
semi-erect nipples harden quickly, engorged and erect, and her breathing became rapid.

My mother's hand continued to move, and my penis quickly hardened again in her hand.

I heard my mother's trembling breaths again, "You little rascal," she murmured.

My body became hot again. "Lie still," my mother whispered in my ear, her warm breath moist. Then her
voluptuous body slid down, her tongue licking all the way to my navel, before she got up and came to my feet. I felt
my mother kneeling at my feet. Then, I felt my penis being grasped by my mother's hand again. Then, to my surprise,
my mother blushed and bent down, her luscious mouth opening as wide as possible, her lips struggling to envelop my glans.
The moment we made contact, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

I felt a strong tingling sensation in my glans, like an electric current, the feeling no less intense than fucking my mother's buttocks.

"Mother!" I cried out in unspeakable pleasure, my head tilted back anxiously, unable to look at her.

Mother dared not look at me, nor could she speak. She frowned, making her best effort, following
the advice of the married women before, trying to swallow my glans. I felt my glans suddenly enter a warm, slippery, and moist place; the
sensation made my body float like a leaf. Then, a small portion of the tip of my penis was swallowed, but Mother
choked, trying several more times without success, before giving up and focusing on swallowing and spitting out my glans. My girth
was even more exaggerated than its length; otherwise, a mature woman like Mother, who had given birth three times, wouldn't have felt such pain in her vagina from my penetration.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...sizzle...plop...sizzle...woo..." Mother's saliva flowed as
she laboriously swallowed and spit, soon beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the already damp hair at her temples clung to her cheeks again.

I had never experienced such pleasure before; my soul floated away once more.

After a long while, when my mother's saliva had dripped down to the base of my penis, my entire cock was swollen and
grotesque glistening with the reflection of her saliva. Then, my mother finally spat out, her jaw aching, and lay panting beside me,
utterly exhausted. I immediately embraced her.

"Mom, when are you going to fuck me? I can't hold back anymore," I said anxiously, pressing my cock against her.

Her vulva glistened, clearly aroused. "You're really my nemesis," my mother said, lying on her side, lifting
one leg over me and adjusting the angle of my cock to rub against her vulva. As she slapped my buttocks, I received the signal
and instinctively thrust my cock inside.

This time, I lasted longer because it was my first time using the side-lying position, and I was very unfamiliar with it, so I didn't feel like ejaculating
for a long time .

And I couldn't penetrate all the way in, at most I could only get in two-thirds of the way, so Mother didn't climax quickly this time either. She kept
moaning in my ear, saying some passionate and lewd things, some vulgar, but it excited me even more. I
fucked her harder and faster, following her lewd words.

"Ah ah... Dog is fucking his mother to death... My cunt is going to be fucked to pieces by dog... Ah... Hmm... Oh
... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...!" Later, I gradually mastered the technique, fucking her more skillfully. Mother's
moans became a chorus, and her head unconsciously twisted from side to side on the pillow. Patches
of red spread across her snow-white skin, forming a large area.

I don't know how long it lasted, but Mother and I were drenched in sweat, the mat we made love on was covered in sweat, and I
continued !

"Ah...ah ah...God...God! Slow down, you dog...you're going to kill me! Ugh
...my pussy...ha...hiss...my pussy is going to...you're going to rub sparks out of it...!" My mother's plump, snow-white
buttocks were red from my thrusts, her full body of fat and muscle was splashing with waves, her breasts were also rippled
, and her face was flushed like a raging fire.

I felt that my penis was covered with the lustful fluid flowing from my mother's hole, and I could even hear
the "splish splash" of water pressure coming from my mother's hole with my thrusts, the sound was clearly audible and
echoed , the lustful fluid at the point of intercourse was even churned into a thick paste, a white and cloudy foam...even more exaggeratedly, some of the liquid
had dried up and actually turned into a gel-like substance similar to tofu dregs around my mother's vulva.

"I'm going to die... ah...!" Finally, Mother's hoarse moans reached their peak, her body convulsing violently. Her pathetic, wretched appearance somehow possessed a
fierce , desperate struggle.

My arm was supporting her thigh, which made me even more acutely aware of the intensity of this sexual spasm.
Her full legs convulsed so tightly and stiffly, as if trying to push my hand away.

"Dog... why aren't you coming yet... dog... spare Mother... oh... Mother... Mother can't take it anymore..."
After a brief moment of disorientation following her orgasm, Mother realized I was still fucking her hard. The burning sensation inside her vagina made her unable to withstand
the jackhammer- . She whimpered and begged for mercy, her cries like a lament. In reality, the fluids she released only fueled my
excitement.

Hearing her pleas for mercy, I felt inexplicably excited, and so... I thrust another hundred or two!

"Waaah...waaah..." I heard my mother suddenly cry out, "No...please...dog...
I really can't take it anymore...please spare me...waaah..." My mother cried as I fucked her...

I was even more excited by her cries. Although I wasn't quite sure if she was really in pain,
I felt a faint sense of conquest, a man's innate sense of power.

I finally ejaculated again, pulling my glans out completely, her labia majora and minora swollen and painfully everted, before driving it back in
hard , as if fighting for my life with a bayonet.

Accompanied by my mother's hoarse screams and hysterical moans, my glans was firmly embedded in the tender flesh of her cervix
, and once again, with trembling, I ejaculated all my hot, thick semen into her uterus, finally
filling it with my semen. However, her uterus was very elastic, and she only felt a little bloated.

After that, I only vaguely remember that after I ejaculated, I found that my mother had fainted again, and it took her a long time
to slowly wake up. My earth-shattering orgasm lasted for almost half an hour. The relentless thrusting brought my mother to
multiple orgasms , until she nearly fainted. It also left her vulva swollen and red, like a fully fermented steamed bun, a complete mess.

I could even grasp her swollen, protruding vulva with my hand. I guess the subcutaneous capillaries were rubbed raw;
her entire vulva was bright red, her labia majora couldn't close properly, and her labia minora were a pitiful, purplish-red, everted shape, like
a flower bud ravaged and broken…

For several days after that, my mother wouldn't let me have sex with her. I also noticed she was limping when she walked,
so I didn't insist. However, her oral skills improved significantly during those days…

That night was my mother's first time in the truest sense, and I will never forget it. Unlike usual…
Unlike the erotic novels written by Hu, my relationship with my mother didn't undergo a
dramatic . In those novels, after a boy sleeps with his mother, she ceases to be his
mother and becomes merely a tool for sexual gratification, or even suffers abuse from the protagonist.

What I'm about to say might disappoint you: my mother was still the same loving mother she always was, still my dear,
beloved mother. And I was still that sleepy little kid, the boy who was cared for by my mother and often had
his ears .

The day after our first experience, my mother got up before dawn as usual, while I was still asleep.
As the richest woman in this small village, my mother no longer needed to work in the fields or feed the pigs;
these idle; in my memory, she
had never gotten up later than me.

The late summer morning was chilly; even in summer in Northeast China, the temperature difference between day and night is significant.

I woke up when I couldn't fall back asleep, but I stayed in bed, not wanting to get out. I just pulled back
the covers because the sun was peeking out and starting to warm things up.

Listening to the birds chirping outside, the air was still fresh. I guessed it was only a little past five. Lying
there I heard my mother moving around in the yard. She was pacing back and forth, her footsteps varying in intensity.

I sat up and looked out the window. I saw my mother, wearing a bright green floral dress, sweeping the yard. Bathed in
sunlight , she stood gracefully, her snow-white skin shimmering. A gentle breeze stirred her hair; she was so fresh and beautiful.

I watched for a while, then closed my eyes, capturing her captivating figure. Then, with a happy smile on my lips, I lay
back down , intending to go back to sleep.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open, and Mother limped in. She drank some water to clear her throat and
called out in a clear voice, "What time is it, Gou'er? Get up! Summer vacation is almost over, aren't you going to do your homework?"

"No!" I turned around, facing away from Mother.

"You child... even on vacation you can't sleep all day!" Mother said, walking to the kang (a heated brick bed) and reaching into the quilt with her naturally
cool soft hand—her usual trick to wake me up every day.

"Oh, I'll sleep for another ten minutes!" I grumbled.

"Okay, Mother will remember the time. If you don't get up by then, you'll get a beating." Mother threatened me, then
climbed onto the kang. There was a simple dressing table on the kang, and Mother started dressing.

Ten minutes later.

Unable to sleep any longer, I stood on the kang (a heated brick bed) as my mother helped me get dressed. My mind involuntarily drifted to what had happened between my mother and me
the previous night . As I turned to let her dress me, I looked at her face. Her expression was as
serene and beautiful as ever, but this time it was flushed, like a blooming peach blossom.

Her flowing black hair was now neatly combed and coiled on her head, adding an elegant touch that
complemented her mature face, making her exude a captivatingly feminine charm.

I got out of bed and ate the flatbread rolls with vegetables that my mother had prepared for me—a breakfast staple in Northeast China.
My mother's flatbread was thin and fragrant.

I ate heartily, while my mother, her increasingly plump bottom sticking out, folded
the sheets . My ever-optimistic mother always kept the house neat and tidy. "Your sister and the others said they'd be back from your aunt's house today,
but I don't know when," she said, bending over to tidy up as she chatted.

I was too young to know what worries were, and I didn't find my mother's normal behavior strange. On
the contrary, I felt very relaxed in the atmosphere she created. I chatted with her for a while, and after dinner, I went over and pestered her
to make love . In the end, she showed me her pitiful, abused vulva, and I finally pouted and behaved myself.

My mother loved me, and seeing that I was unhappy, she offered to give me oral sex. She used both her hands and mouth for a while, but I
didn't show signs of ejaculating. Finally, at my request, she put on stockings and used her beautiful feet to make me finish.

"Mom, I'm going to go play with Zhu Zi," I shouted to my mother in the house, and
then ran out of the yard excitedly, with a sense of ruthlessness.

My mother was wiping the semen off her stockinged legs on the bed, spitting angrily at my back as she watched me go, but she didn't
say anything to make me stay and do my homework. After all, we had just committed incest, and my mother felt guilty in front of me for a while. Her
normal behavior just now was all an act.

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