Sleepwalking mother

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Chapter Seven: The Sea Calms, the Giant Waves Disappear, and the Thunder Appears. As I descended the stairs, I saw my mother standing in the living room carrying a bag of groceries.

She was startled by my appearance, then chuckled and said, "You're such a grown woman, how come you're wearing your clothes inside out, and your zipper isn't zipped up? Did you just wake up?"

I quickly explained that I was very tired after coming back, so I went to sleep. When my mother called me, I hastily put on my clothes and came downstairs. My mother didn't say anything more and turned to put the groceries on the table and tidy up.

What struck me most was my mother's beauty after her recent beauty treatment. Her hair was dyed a light brown, which shone with a golden light in the setting sun. Her rosy cheeks were powdered with a yellowish-orange powder, making her look radiant and lovely. Her pink lips were glossy and full. Everything was truly vibrant and stunningly beautiful.

My mother was wearing a white silk blouse and a gray skirt suit. Her dignified appearance, combined with her striking beauty, made her resemble a beautiful news anchor on television. However, her full breasts and large hips were far too sexy; she'd be more suited to being a porn director. She placed a bag of groceries on the table and busied herself tidying it up. I went over and hugged her warmly, asking, "Mom, what's up? You woke me up. How are you going to make it up to me?"

My buttocks swayed playfully. Oh dear, my zipper wasn't zipped up yet, and my fleshy bottom pressed against her soft buttocks, bulging out defiantly. Of course, my underwear was still attached, and the immense tension actually hurt.

Mom turned around, smiled, hugged me, kissed my forehead, and put a strawberry in my mouth. I quickly sucked on Mom's finger, and she playfully smacked my head, wrinkling her nose as she asked, "Son, it smells a bit. Did you wash your feet?"

Just then, my penis was flicked by Mom's buttocks, and I felt a secret thrill. Hearing Mom say it smelled, I sniffed myself and indeed, there was a fishy smell coming from me. Thinking about it, wasn't that the smell of my semen? I panicked and quickly pulled away from my mother, saying, "No, it's just that the fish you bought was too fishy."

My mother turned around and saw my erect penis bulging through my underwear, peeking out. Her face flushed, and she shoved a bag of strawberries into my hand, saying, "Mom bought you your favorite strawberries. Go and eat them with your cousin. Remember to put your clothes on properly, and wash your feet if you haven't already. I'm going to cook now."

She then casually gestured towards my penis, hastily brushing her hair to hide her surprise, and swayed her shapely hips as she walked towards the kitchen.

Back in my cousin's room, it was empty. Oh right, I still needed to buy medicine. I was too tired to go, but I thought I'd check the medicine cabinet. I remembered there were lots of condoms and aphrodisiacs on the innermost shelf; maybe birth control pills too! After searching for a while

, I finally found a box of birth control pills, and surprisingly, a box of super-strong Spanish fly aphrodisiac. The box had large words on it: "Caution! One pill at a time. Due to its strong effects, this medicine is contraindicated without a sexual partner."

"Go ahead, stronger than Viagra? But let's try a few pills sometime and see if it's an exaggeration."

Back in my cousin's room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed humming a little tune, combing her wet, shiny black hair. Her full breasts were faintly visible through her white t-shirt, her pink nipples wet and red, clearly visible. Her fair legs were exposed. The little vixen, fresh from her bath, was truly beautiful and charming.

I sneaked over, hugged her with one arm, and slipped the other into her t-shirt. Like a dragon entering the sea, I splashed waves of milk. My cousin was startled at first, then looked up at me, gritted her teeth, and twisted my nipple with her hand. Ah, it hurts! I finally understood the pain of a woman having her nipples pinched.

I quickly stuffed a strawberry into her little mouth. My cousin's anger turned to joy; when there's something nice to offer, anger vanishes. Seeing I had a whole bag, she snatched it away, chewed a few times, and the strawberries disappeared into her mouth. Watching her made my mouth itch. I pleaded with her, "Little Lian, as the ancients said, 'When you drink water, remember its source.' Don't just enjoy it yourself; I took it."

Little Lian sucked her index finger, opened her big, watery eyes, and grinned, her little mouth full of red strawberry juice, saying, "The strong prey on the weak. If you want to eat, you have to use your brain, hehe."

Damn, do you think I'm a weakling? Just as she was grinning from ear to ear, I quickly covered her mouth, my tongue sweeping away the strawberry bits and sweet saliva from her mouth. Sure enough, it was sour, sweet, and very slippery. Her little hole swallowed my semen; I also wanted to use her sweet saliva to moisturize my body, but I wondered if it would work?

My cousin, caught between my teeth, gasped for breath and coughed muffledly. I needed to let her breathe; I wasn't going to let her suffocate over a strawberry. There was plenty of good fortune to come.

A trickle of thick, red strawberry juice slid from her lips to mine. My cousin gasped several times, pouting angrily, wiping her wet, red lips with her hand. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she grabbed four or five strawberries, stuffing them into my mouth. Before I could spit them out, her warm, fragrant, wet mouth sealed my lips. I struggled, but my hand pressed against Xiaolian's soft breasts. I tried to stand up, but her full mound pressed down on me, my erect penis immediately sinking into her concave vulva. I was caught in a dilemma, unable to attend to both ends—retribution came swiftly. With such

warm, fragrant beauty before me, how could a hero resist? I didn't disappoint my cousin's heart. I immediately and decisively let go of her plump, fragrant breasts, hugged her with one hand, and with the other hand, I yanked down her panties. Pulling off my own panties, I aimed my penis at my cousin's clean, dry vulva and thrust it in hard. Her labia twitched, and my hard penis slid in all the way. The wet, hot sensation made me shudder. It was so tight.

My cousin was caught off guard by my sudden attack. Her buttocks reacted instinctively, making a loud "squelch" sound, but she quickly pulled away from my mouth, frowning and blushing, saying, "Cousin, are you trying to kill me? You just did it once and you want to do it again? No way! I just took a shower, your mother will ask if I go to shower again. Let me go!"

Oh well, I can deal with her later tonight. It's almost dinnertime anyway, so I'll let her off this time. I retaliated by pinning her down and thrusting into her vagina dozens of times quickly and forcefully, each time pulling my entire penis almost out of the glans before plunging it in again, making her buttocks slap loudly. Her poor labia minora were swollen and thickened, which aroused my pity. I only let her go when I was almost ejaculating.

My little cousin, catching her breath, saw me touching and rubbing my penis and became curious. She pulled up her underwear, rubbed her vulva, and then squatted down in front of me to watch me masturbate. Seeing my pained expression, she asked, "Cousin, what's wrong?

Is this painful?"

"If you finish eating a strawberry and find it both sour and sweet, your mouth watering and you want another, but someone refuses to give you any more, how would you feel? It's the same logic as me being stopped when I'm really enjoying your little pussy."

"Then… how about I eat the strawberry for you? Like that picture in your book where the girl eats the boy's penis, I'll eat it for you?"

"You mean playing the flute? Okay, that way I won't ejaculate there. Come on, my dear cousin, I'll never forget your kindness." My

cousin turned around and grabbed a box of tissues, frantically wiping my penis until I grimaced in pain. Then she squeezed the juice from a strawberry and dripped it onto my erect penis. It was so cold and refreshing. My burning penis shuddered immediately upon contact with the juice. What was my cousin trying to do? Did she want to give my penis a strawberry feast?

Her pink little tongue, wet and slippery with barbs, was such a cute little thing. She took the lead, lightly touching the slit of my glans. Wow, a million-watt electric shock! Cold and itchy, Xiaolian tested it out and thought it was okay, so she moved her tongue and rolled it around my penis. It was slippery and light. My throat trembled, and I felt like I was about to burst into flames. I gently stroked Xiaolian's hair to encourage her.

Xiaolian's fleshy tongue pressed against my glans, her small mouth opened slightly and gently let my penis in, then she took it in, her small mouth immediately moving and sucking, the sucking sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to my nerve endings. Xiaolian quickened her sucking and stroking, waves of warm sensation sending me soaring to the clouds.

My cousin saw me writhing in agony, clutching the sheets and howling, and tried to ease my pain. Her beautiful eyes were incredibly alluring, her long eyelashes fluttering as she swallowed my penis. Her rosy cheeks bulged from the penetration, and every time my penis touched those tender flesh, I felt like I was about to pierce that skin.

My cousin probably felt pain, so she stopped sucking the condom and opened her pearly white teeth to gently bite the head of my penis, then rubbed and nibbled. Oh...oh...oh...it's so tingly and itchy. And that wasn't all; her warm, lubricated tongue joined the fray, its tip rapidly teasing my glans. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I grabbed her swaying, high, white breasts and squeezed them desperately, trying to get her milk out.

But I was the first to give in. When my thick, dark penis was completely swallowed by my cousin's beautiful and lovely face again, a clear stream of semen was immediately spurted out. Ah...ah...ah... I held my cousin's head tightly, pressing it deeply against my crotch, shooting every drop of semen into her plump little mouth.

The hot semen flooded my cousin's soft, wet mouth with all the heat of my body. My cousin's pearly white teeth were sticky with the cloudy semen, and her pink little tongue stuck out, licked it, and then swallowed it.

Don't blame me for being too fast; I really couldn't resist the intoxicating suction of such a small and tight mouth. My head was buzzing, and when my heartbeat calmed down, I heard my mother calling us from downstairs for dinner. My legs went weak as I walked downstairs, of course, this time after putting on my pants. I gave the whole packet of birth control pills to my cousin; if she didn't finish them, there would be plenty of opportunities later.

Three weeks passed quickly. During this time, my cousin and I made love in the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even on my mother's bed. My mother would always angrily complain about the neighbor's cat, cursing that the little bastard always came to our house to pee. My cousin and I would blush when we heard this. There was nothing we could do; Xiaolian was just so wet. After only two or three thrusts, a few drops would come out. What else could it be but a pee?

Whenever I had free time, I would drag my mother out to play, carefully planning to exhaust her. Although my mother always scolded me for having too many tricks, she always fulfilled my reasonable requests. We went to play ping-pong, tennis, went for morning runs, went hiking, and got lots of exercise. In the past three weeks, my mother sleepwalked more than four times. Of course, I also had sex with my mother four times, which was my biggest wish.

My mother is now so beautiful that everyone in the neighborhood can see it. The older women, her friends, and the girls at her company all ask her where she goes for beauty treatments. Her complexion is so rosy, her face glows, and her skin is practically radiant. My mother smiles broadly as she recommends her favorite beauty salon. Actually, all the credit goes to me; incest has such amazing results!

My mother often wonders why, without her husband around, she hasn't become a haggard old woman, but instead remains so radiant and glowing, her body noticeably fuller and younger. This makes her even more convinced that the expensive traditional Chinese medicine beauty treatment recommended by the salesperson is justified—four hundred yuan a box!

Sometimes she would stand in the dressing room, gently pinching and caressing her full, perky, snow-white breasts. The smooth, elastic feel made her smile as she gently swayed her breasts, the snow-white flesh trembling and flaunting its beautiful curves. She would even rub her ample mounds together, almost making me, who was secretly watching, have a nosebleed. Although it wasn't anything too intense, she had never done this before when changing clothes; at most, she would touch her face.

Everything indicated that she was secretly aroused, and my mother was already addicted to what I was doing. My father was so incompetent; it seemed he had never satisfied her.

In her sleepwalking state, she had no memory of what happened; no reaction. Yet, her body was very familiar with my bear-like body on top of her. In her hazy state, she was driven to be close to me, to tease me. Although mother and son were innocent, the frequent intimate physical contact and collisions were rare between mother and son.

Sometimes, Mom would feel that some of our actions were too intimate, blushing and stopping, but she would quickly pull me into her arms, squeezing and pinching me here and there. Of course, I wouldn't let myself be tormented so easily; I would retaliate by pinching and pinching every inch of Mom's body.

That day, after playing and frolicking with Mom for a while, we were tired and watched TV together in each other's arms. I should have forgotten everything with my head on Mom's full breasts, but the plot still captivated me: a very filial son had a terminal illness. On his sickbed, he said to his mother, who was crying her eyes out, "Dad, Mom, I didn't have any attachment to this world, but I'm afraid of leaving you, afraid of going there alone. When you have time, burn some photos of Dad and you for me. If there is an afterlife, I will come back to repay you."

"I never realized that happiness was all around me. When it's time to say goodbye, I regret it but I can't be with my parents anymore. You only want to have something again after you lose it! I won't be able to go to Grandma's grave next Qingming Festival..."

His mother and father each hugged one of him. Separation by life and death is an inescapable law for everyone.

I looked at my mother, my eyes welling up with tears. She was sobbing, her hand covering her mouth. I asked, "Mom

, do you love me? If we were to be separated one day, how would I bear all this love?" My mother paused for a moment, her eyes shifting from the television to my face. She gently stroked my cheek and whispered, "No, Mom won't leave you, baby. Mom loves you so much, she won't leave..."

"What if I'm like in the TV show..."

Suddenly, unexpectedly, her warm, fragrant lips gently covered my mouth, silencing my words. Cold tears dripped into my wide eyes. I didn't close my eyes because of the pain, but instead looked into her tender, loving eyes, our lips pressed together, breathing each other's deepest breaths.

A moment later, her soft lips parted from mine. She wiped her eyes and whispered, "Son, don't talk nonsense like that anymore. My heart can't bear these words. It's late, go to sleep." With a bewildered look, she walked towards her room.

I sat there, stunned, covering my lips, still carrying my mother's scent, thinking about her bold move today. Had her feelings for me, hinted at by the TV drama, begun to change? Is it acceptable to kiss one's son on the lips? Foreigners generally believe kissing is perfectly acceptable, but my mother is different. Has she abandoned her long-held belief that kisses are only for lovers, or does she see me as…? Tonight, I'll be sleepless again. Little cousin, you'd better not knock on my door, or you'll be in for a world of hurt.

Thinking about it all night, life is so short, and the process is so important. How to face death? I think that as long as I've done what I love most, I won't be afraid when darkness falls.

I slept haphazardly until morning, when my mother's voice calling me to get up reached my ears. Suddenly, an idea struck me—I'd play a prank on her. So I pretended to fall off the bed. Hearing a loud thud, my mother rushed into my room. Seeing me lying motionless on the floor, she was startled. She patted my face and hurriedly asked, "Honey, what happened? How did you fall off the bed? Talk to me! Talk to me! Wake up! Don't scare your mother..."

I pretended to toss and turn, groaning and moaning in pain. Normally, my mother would have seen through this and might even have kicked me. But the TV show last night probably made her a little nervous and she didn't realize I was faking it. Beads of sweat dripped down my mother's face. She hurriedly tried to lift me up and put me back on the bed, but alas, a beautiful woman is delicate and easily hurt. My pig-like body couldn't move an inch. My mother gritted her teeth and tried to lift me up, but I used my strength to pin her down.

Looking at my lifeless face, Mom forgot that my heavy body was pressing against her. She patted my face, and when I didn't react, she thought I had fainted. She tried pressing my philtrum, and when I peeked into her eyes, I saw tears welling up. Huh? Had Mom really gone mad? Couldn't she even see through my act? Where had my usually sharp-witted mother gone? Mom called my name loudly, and slowly began to cry. I knew that if I kept pretending, I might be punished for my familial indiscretion, so I quickly made a face.

Mom was startled at first, but when the tears flowed into her open mouth, her sorrow turned to joy. She chuckled a few times, then her face fell again, and she scolded angrily, "You little devil, are you really trying to scare your mother mad? Get up, or you'll be punished!"

I didn't answer, but just looked at my mother's tear-streaked face, lovingly wiping away the winding tear tracks. Then I hugged her tightly. My mother loved me so much, I couldn't quell the burning passion within me. I kissed my way down her forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose, warm, moist lips, chin, and snow-white neck, my hands exploring her hot body. When my face was buried in her high breasts, she forcefully pushed my head away.

Her chest heaved, her hair disheveled, her breath short and shallow, her snow-white face veiled in a transparent blush. In her eyes, there was still the bewilderment and strangeness she had shown me recently, but I knew that now her eyes held more fear—fear of this mother-son relationship turning sour and becoming uncontrollable.

"Ahem...child, go downstairs and eat, the food's getting cold. Don't ever treat your mother like that again...um, I'm going downstairs now."

My mother didn't look at me again, hurrying downstairs. I didn't see her eat with me; it seemed she was hiding in her room, deep in thought.

After that, Mom consciously began to distance herself from me. When we were together, she became the strict mother she used to be, constantly lecturing me about my studies, without the gentle affection she once showed. At first, I really couldn't stand it. I had thought Mom would gradually accept my love, but it seems like a dream.

However, I noticed that Mom also started to notice my flirtatious behavior with my cousin. Sometimes she would get very angry with us, even telling my cousin to be careful. My cousin didn't change much, continuing to cling to me, laughing and joking, which greatly displeased Mom. It felt like her own possessions were being constantly defiled, and these feelings were building up over time, waiting to explode…

Two weeks later, Dad called. The content was the same: he said he was busy and, to save money, he wouldn't come back to China to see us, but would return for the New Year. Mom hung up before he finished speaking, telling me that Dad didn't want Mom and me anymore, and that I should work hard, have my own career, and not be like Dad, only caring about things I couldn't take with me. It seemed her feelings for Dad had plummeted to an all-time low.

I didn't say anything, just that I needed to study, and went back to my room. I didn't notice the look on my mother's face as I left. When I entered the room, my cousin was already engrossed in reading the several adult magazines I'd just bought. I went over and snatched the books away, but she resisted and tried to grab them back. The two of us became entangled on the bed. I pinned her down, groping her fleshy body, my thighs clamping her legs. Just as I was about to make love to her, she pushed me away forcefully and ran off the bed. I turned to chase after her but saw my mother leaning against the door, arms crossed

, looking at me with a displeased expression. My soul practically flew out of my body. Coming to my senses, I quickly covered the magazines with the blanket. My mother walked over expressionlessly, pulled back the blanket, and grabbed the books, carrying them away. My heart pounded wildly! Thump, thump, thump.

At that moment, I only had one thought: I was going to die if I didn't. Although I dared to go at it hard on top of my delirious mother, I was terrified that she would actually find out about my erotic books. I'd always been a good student; I wondered what her reaction would be if she discovered I was hiding so many sex books…

"Mom, these books were left behind by a classmate who came over to play. Please don't blame me!"

My mother gave a cold laugh, walked to the drawer, opened it, grabbed a few books, fanned them, and said, "Good son, are these still your classmates' books?"

"Oh, Mom, you've been peeking at other people's books!"

"What? I read your books? I'd be just like you, you big pervert! I found it yesterday while cleaning your room. I can't believe my son, whom I always thought was so innocent and honest, is so shameless, reading such disgusting books!"

My mother was furious, launching into an endless tirade of abuse, bringing up every wrong thing I'd done since I was four. I forced myself to listen, until I was dizzy, my heart was pounding, and I suddenly stood up and shouted, "Enough! My mistakes are nothing compared to yours!"

"What? What did you say? Mom would read this too? I'll talk to your dad when he calls and have him come and judge!"

“Yes, you can tell him about Er Gou and Old Huang.”

Upon hearing this, Mom’s soul seemed to leap into the sky. She stood there dumbfounded, clutching her chest in horror as she stared at me. Her face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling. She took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice, “Who told you this? Who knows about these things? How… how do you know? It’s impossible. Nobody knows about this. Nobody knows…”

My heart skipped a beat. I had decided never to tell anyone about these things, but Mom’s scolding had pushed me to the limit, and everything had spilled out. How could I deal with Mom, who was now showing signs of mental instability? Who could save me?

Mom was like someone stripped naked, all the humiliation hidden deep within her heart being pulled out at once. She couldn’t believe I knew, and that I had brought it up face to face. Large tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

She walked up to me step by step, half-squatting down and looking at me. Tears welled in her large, watery eyes, and in their depths, I could see the turmoil in her heart. A little more blow and my mother would surely break down. I gently supported her and said, "Mom, I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Let me help you back to your room to sleep. Forget about today."

My mother didn't reply. She was shocked and ashamed that her son knew what had happened; a mother's dignity had been completely shattered. She analyzed the seriousness of the situation. If word got out, Dad would definitely divorce Mom; she, who usually acted arrogantly at work, would be ridiculed and mocked; her wealthy friends would spread the word far and wide. Even a small wrinkle in someone's social circle spreads quickly, let alone something like this.

After much thought, Mom concluded that the key was to control the source! Control the source, and the disastrous consequences would be prevented. So Mom grabbed my shoulders and said, "Son, does anyone else know about this? Tell Mom, please!"

"Mom, please don't be angry when I tell you."

"I won't be angry. If you tell Mom, I can give you two months' allowance."

"Who cares about your allowance? Forget it, don't make you too anxious. I'll tell you. Only I know. One day when I was playing in the study, I found your treasure trove. One of the notebooks was full of writing... I'm sorry, Mom, I peeked into your privacy. I'm so sorry. But those things you did..."

After Mom learned that only I knew about this, a huge weight lifted from her chest, and her face wasn't as panicked as before. Now she was just waiting to shut me up. Mom looked up and begged me to keep it a secret, especially from Dad and her friends. I shook my head and said, "Maybe I'll let it slip someday, and Mom just scolded me so badly." Mom's face turned pale. She grabbed my hand and cried, begging me to do anything as long as I didn't tell anyone.

I'd been waiting for those words. I'd been dreaming of my beautiful, alluring mother saying them. I picked her up, held her close, and let her soft, bouncy buttocks sit on my erect, pointed penis. My mother looked at me, wondering what I was doing. I pressed my face tightly against her beautiful, pink face and whispered in her ear, "Mom, be my bride for three days, and I'll keep this secret to myself forever."

"Son, stop joking. This isn't time for playing house. Let's talk seriously. Do you want a computer? Mom will buy it for you, okay?"

I brought up that request again, saying that if she didn't agree, then forget it. My mother looked at me strangely, but reluctantly agreed. She wondered why I was acting like a child, wanting my mother to be my bride. I was immediately overjoyed and hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately.

My mother, lost in thought, ignored me. My mature and beautiful mother was going to be my bride; how could I not give her a wet kiss? I kissed her beautiful face affectionately, all the way to her open, fragrant lips, and once I sealed them with my kiss, I didn't want to pull away.

At first, Mom gasped, her delicate eyebrows furrowing as she glared at me, her dark eyes clouded with a misty haze. I ignored her. Mom's sweet, delicious breath and saliva made my tongue tingle, urging it straight to penetrate her tightly clenched teeth. After a few attempts, Mom tried to push me away by pressing her hands on my shoulders, but slowly withdrew, perhaps realizing I had something on her.

Seeing me so passionately licking her lips, Mom finally gave my tongue permission, parting her pearly white teeth. I immediately began to frantically suck the honey-like saliva from Mom's slippery, sticky mouth, cupping her head in my hands and making soft, smacking sounds.

As I kissed my thick, throbbing penis until it was almost fully erect, my mother finally felt the strange sensation below her buttocks. She gently pushed me away, wiped her saliva-covered chin, and her eyes flickered as she said, "Nannan, you've really grown up. There are some things that Dad should be talking to you about, but Dad's not here. I'll talk to you tonight when I have time. Mom's going to buy groceries later. Remember, from today onwards, don't mention that matter to anyone, okay?"

"Mom, you can't go back on your promise to me, okay? From today onwards, you'll be my bride."

My mother kept nodding in agreement, thinking to herself, "This silly little thing, he doesn't want anything, he wants to be my bride himself. He's such a child, he hasn't even finished relieving himself yet." She only asked me to swear not to tell anyone, and I promised my mother, on the condition that she would agree to my request.

After Mom felt relieved, she sat down next to me and told me about those painful memories. I comforted her and helped her tear tissues. Mom leaned on my shoulder, looked up at me, and said, "Son, Mom loves you."

"Mom, I love you too."

After revealing the secret, Mom and I became even closer, hugging tightly. Before leaving, Mom quickly gave me a quick kiss on the lips. After dinner , my

cousin noticed that Mom and I hadn't said a word and sensed something was wrong, so she took a shower and went to her room early. I didn't watch TV either, and went to my room to review those erotic books, some of which were about incest between mother and son, very sensual. They made my mouth dry. I pulled up my bulging underwear, and my erect penis immediately sprang out, rubbing it in waves. The side dish on the table was a photo of Mom and me taken before. Just as I was fantasizing about Mom moaning and writhing beneath me, the door opened. My mother walked in. It happened so fast, and I was so engrossed in my surroundings that I didn't notice her footsteps. This sudden turn of events left me no time to grab the blanket. She was wearing a light blue nightgown, boldly without pajama bottoms, revealing her flawless, firm, and shapely legs. Her whiteness made my heart flutter. The half-open collar revealed her full, creamy breasts, their alluring curves making my penis throb. Then I saw her heavily made-up face, elegant and beautiful, but her expression was one of utter shock. She stared at my throbbing penis for several seconds before letting out a cry, quickly covering her eyes, and turning to tell me to put my pants on. I did so immediately. After I was dressed, she turned to leave the room, but I jumped over, grabbed her, and pulled her to sit on the bed, asking what she wanted. My mother's face flushed crimson. Her beautiful eyes glanced at me a few times before looking away. Seeing the table covered with her photos, including a large, magnified portrait, her face lit up with surprise and a shy blush. However, she quickly reverted to her motherly demeanor, pinching my ear and saying angrily, "Well, you little rascal, learning while looking at things! How did you become so lewd? Actually, your father has wanted to talk to you about precocious puberty for a long time. I'm tired of washing your stained underwear. Since your father is away on a business trip, let me tell you about precocious puberty in adolescence." My mother earnestly advised me that boys should focus their energy on their studies. While masturbation can satisfy physical needs, it shouldn't be excessive. Her voice grew softer as she spoke, her face becoming a beautiful, mature blush. Seeing me staring intently at her exposed flesh, she coughed lightly, picked up a few books, and began reading as she spoke. My mother casually flipped through a scrambled web of writings about mother and son, and she froze. She quickly scanned the contents; it was all about dark, chaotic scenes, naked mother-son struggles, and the lewd sounds seemed to be echoing in her ears. The title, in the largest print at the beginning, was "Mom, Be My Bride." My mother looked up at me, the most terrified she had seen all day. Pointing at me, she trembled and said, "I know, that's why you always make that request, and there are pictures of me all over the table. You, you..." Before she could finish, I smiled and hugged her, saying, "Mom, you promised me you'd be my bride. You can't go back on your word. Actually, I..." My mother gasped and pushed me away, covering her face and staring at me with wide eyes, unable to believe that her son had become such a lecherous devil who even dared to lay a hand on his own mother. She immediately pulled her clothes tighter and got off the bed, trying to leave, but I held her tightly and pressed her down onto the bed. My mother is usually very strong, but for some reason, she couldn't break free from my tight embrace. Seeing her staring blankly at me, I quickly said, "Mom, do you still want to keep your secret? Since you agreed to my conditions, you have to keep them. Besides, I didn't do anything to you, why are you so scared? I'm not going to eat you!" "Didn't do anything to me? You're looking at such a dirty book, it even has content about mothers and sons doing... you didn't think about what? There are pictures of me all over the table? And one night I woke up and found my bra was gone (actually, my cousin Lian'er had stolen it that night), that night only you and I were sleeping together, and when I woke up... something felt off, plus you've been with me lately..." "Mom, what's wrong with me? Don't say so much, Mom, just once, okay? Just help me masturbate, okay? I'm in so much pain right now, and you've already agreed to be my bride. Do you want me to tell everyone about those things?" Such a blatant sexual request made Mom's eyes widen in disbelief, her open mouth agape. She brushed the stray hairs from her face, sat up, put on her shoes, and left the room. As she was leaving, she said, "Are you crazy? How can a mother and son do such immoral things? I absolutely will not allow it. Don't masturbate anymore, it's bad for your health." "Mom, it's nothing, just helping me satisfy my needs in that area. If we don't tell anyone, who will know? If that's the case, then fine, everything we talked about this afternoon was just empty talk." That last sentence hit my mother's sore spot. I knew money and face were her top priorities. Sure enough, she froze for a moment, then walked out of the room, still muttering, "No, no, let me think...sigh...how could I have a son like you..." It seemed my mother couldn't accept this incestuous sexual request. The scenario described in the book was rejected. I sighed. My mother's outfit just now was incredibly sexy. I'd secretly watched her make love with my father, and she always wore that azure nightgown. It suited her perfectly, highlighting her full, curvaceous body. Holding her just now, her supple, white flesh had ignited my desire. Why was my mother dressed so sexily tonight? Was she trying to torment me? Or did she now consider me equal to her husband? Why was I so bold now? The time has come. In the past, I definitely wouldn't have dared to make this request to my mother; I'd be slapped and kicked out of the house. Firstly, I hold her fatal secret; secondly, during my father's absence abroad, I took advantage of her sleepwalking to possess her body. Subconsciously, she's already included me as a sexual object, and I might even have violated her in her dreams. This was evident when she called out my name during one of her sleepwalking acts of rape. Furthermore, recently, without my father, her emotional balance has tilted even more towards me. From several deep gazes and sweet, wet kisses, she's unknowingly positioned me as an incestuous son—a son who could also be a lover. All of this is enough to show that I'm turning away from the darkness. The taboo of incest between mother and son is now at its most vulnerable!

After thinking for a long time, it did sound beautiful, but my lust wouldn't subside, so I had to keep masturbating. When my penis was tight from rubbing, I imagined my mother's soft moans and alluring figure, her hot vagina pulsating like waves on my glans. I rubbed and rubbed until the skin almost peeled off, but the fire still wouldn't subside. Just when I was at my wit's end, the door opened again! ...Was it my mother?

Anyway, my mother later told me that after she went back to her room, she was both angry and worried about how bad I had become, but more than anything, her heart was pounding wildly, as if she had returned to the feelings of a young girl in the throes of first love. Indeed, as I said, during this period, my mother had secretly messed up her relationship with me, treating me as the most precious treasure in her life, yet also as the man she desired both psychologically and physically.

My mother, after much deliberation, initially planned to ignore me. Coincidentally, the beauty salon owner, that enchanting auntie, called, announcing a tenth-anniversary celebration the day after tomorrow. She invited many wealthy women to receive free beauty treatments, claiming my mother was the most beautiful and elegant woman in the area. She said everyone else could skip it, but my mother absolutely had to come. The auntie showered my mother with compliments, making her beam with joy and repeatedly praising the event. She even promised to sponsor the event with eight thousand yuan (a generous sum indeed!).

After hanging up, my mother smugly decided to show off her wealth at the event, flaunting all the expensive jewelry in her drawer. Then,

thinking of her little stash of gold, she hesitated, remembering her enormous secret. If she were to unintentionally or unintentionally reveal it to those gossipy, envious women, it would be disastrous. Even a mountain of gold couldn't mask the scorn and contempt she would face. And so, my mother gritted her teeth and made a decision that brought me immense happiness. Thank you to that enchanting auntie at the beauty salon; I'll definitely have a place in her spirit tablet after she dies.

A fragrant breeze wafted into my room as my mother slowly entered. She was still wearing that azure nightgown, but this time she wasn't even wearing a bra. Her high, snow-white breasts trembled gently, and her deep red areolas and pink nipples were clearly visible through the thin nightgown. Her hair, which had been styled up, had fallen down, making her even more beautiful and elegant. Suddenly, my heart warmed. When my mother sat down next to me, her semi-transparent embroidered panties were visible at the base of her plump thighs, but she quickly noticed and covered them up.

My mother looked at me, her eyes gentle and shy, and whispered, "Nannan, what you just said, I've thought about for a long time and decided to agree to. But it's only once. Afterwards, you have to forget everything, and you have to swear you'll never tell anyone."

"Mom, I swear, if I ever tell anyone, may I be..."

My mother covered my mouth with her slender hand, her face close to mine, and said softly, "Silly child, it's enough to think it in your heart. I don't want to hear anything bad about you. You're my only son. Listen to me from now on, and after you've made something of yourself, don't forget me like your father did. I'll rely on you to take care of me in my old age."

I was very excited. Should I make my mother do something she didn't want to do? I stared at her for a long time without saying a word. My mother rolled her eyes, smiled sweetly, and said, "You little rascal, why aren't you saying anything?

Haven't you ever seen your mother dressed up so beautifully? Or do you know you were wrong? Well, then, Mom's leaving."

This wasn't an implication that my mother was ready. My heart warmed, and I rushed towards my mother, hugging her tightly and kissing her passionately. Her warm body exuded a seductive fragrance, and I could feel the elastic curves of her body in my arms.

My mother's eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and a faint fragrance wafted from her nose. Her cherry lips, painted with pink lipstick, were full and moist. Seeing my mother's expression as I kissed her so closely ignited boundless desire within me. I couldn't help but tightly grasp my mother's full, firm breasts. My mother sensitively pushed my hand away, and I froze.

Mom licked her lips and said, "You brat, Mom promises to help you with that need, but don't go too far. After you get married, your wife can do whatever she wants with you, but I'll always be your mother. I can only help you with my hands; don't touch me or think too much about it. Make Mom feel better, okay?"

Sigh, Mom still firmly resists the concept of incest. Isn't a mother giving her son a handjob the same thing? Fine, I'll make an exception for now, and slowly let Mom do the full thing.

The lights were dimmed. I was naked, my huge, erect penis twitching defiantly in front of Mom. Mom looked at her son's penis with a little shyness. After locking the door and drawing the curtains, she took a deep breath, her cold little hands gently grasping my hot penis. At this moment: I declared that all the sexual dreams I had before were beginning to come true today.

After the initial gentleness and tentative exploration, Mom abandoned her reserve and shyness, her soft, warm hands moving quickly and rapidly. I took deep breaths, trying to calm the burning desire in my heart, and brushed aside the hair covering Mom's face. Mom was intently watching my penis. In the dim light, my beautiful mother exuded indescribable beauty and maturity, as if I had returned to when Mom helped me bathe when I was a child. But before, she was helping me scrub away dirt, while now she was helping me masturbate.

A dozen minutes later, my large penis still showed no sign of ejaculating. I really didn't want to ejaculate just yet, given Mom's mechanical rubbing. Mom was also tired, and she looked up at me, giving me a disapproving look. "You brat, are you holding back from letting Mom come?"

"Mom, how could I? You won't let me touch you, and you won't let me think about anything. How can I be that fast?"

Mom sighed, flicking my forehead with a wry smile. "Okay, Mom will try her best to cooperate, but you can't go too far. Hurry up, holding it in isn't good."

With that, Mom leaned closer, her bright eyes radiating an irresistible allure, her pink lips constantly exhaling a fragrant breath. She breathed heavily, "Hehe." How could I ignore such a beautiful woman? I gently kissed her fragrant lips, and the two of us gazed at each other passionately as we kissed.

I knew Mom had already gone all out to satisfy me, so I slipped my hands under her loose nightgown, cupping her soft, heavy breasts. The moment my fingers touched her nipples, she shuddered, her brow furrowing slightly, signaling me not to touch her there. I ignored her, swirling my tongue around in her sticky, juicy mouth, then swallowing her sweet, cloying saliva, making soft sucking sounds. This distracted her; her eyes closed tightly, and her grip on my penis tightened.

I looked down at her chest; her large, trembling breasts seemed about to burst out. Under my caresses, her nipples had grown to the size of grapes. Mom was clearly aroused.

I gently lifted my mother's nightgown, letting her two little white rabbits spring out. My mouth tightly held her fragrant tongue, thrusting rhythmically to keep her from noticing my advances had been overrun. My mother's flawless white breasts were truly beautiful, round and perky, without a single droop. Squeezing and kneading them, they felt plump and firm, making my penis begin to secrete a fishy-smelling fluid. My mother's stroking hands also became moist, her rhythmic movements making my penis throb and swell, increasing in speed.

The overwhelming pleasure was too much for me to bear. I gently laid my mother down on the bed and pressed my entire body against hers. My mother looked at me with a dazed expression, her beautiful eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears, her cheeks flushed, displaying her shyness and extremely seductive charm. I continued to try to kiss her, but she turned her head away, giggling and saying, "Why do you always like to kiss your mother? I don't have any candy in my mouth. No, it's unhygienic."

"Who told you to be so beautiful, Mom? If you don't let me kiss you, I'm going to lose my mind!"

I said, pulling my big penis out of my mother's hand, moving her thighs apart, and thrusting hard against her. Her thin panties couldn't withstand the forceful penetration and immediately caved in. I felt my mother's wetness and heat, and my body shuddered with pleasure, my penis about to release. My mother was startled and quickly grabbed my penis, afraid that I would really lose my mind. She had no choice but to open her beautiful and sexy little mouth, squint her beautiful eyes to show her surrender, and agree to give up her little mouth as her territory.

I embraced my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, my hands gently cupping her high, snowy breasts. She had already removed her nightgown, revealing her beautiful, white upper body, with only her underwear remaining.

Our naked bodies pressed together, the friction causing our temperature to rise rapidly, especially my mother. Her mouth was tightly sealed by my kiss, her breasts heaving with hot breath as I kneaded them, and moans that even a man couldn't resist escaping her throat. Her hands were no longer moving, merely forming a circle to protect her underwear. My penis thrust forcefully and relentlessly, penetrating her small hands and slamming into her underwear, leaving a dent and soaking her completely. My

mother's act of masturbating me had transformed into my taking control of her, defiling her with only the thin underwear separating us. My powerful thrusts had made her lose her senses; I could see she was also itching for it. If I weren't her son, she would surely have already taken off her underwear and thrust my penis into her soft, wet vagina.

After a while, seeing that Mom seemed unconscious, I secretly pulled down her panties, revealing her red, wet vulva glistening with clear droplets of fluid. My thick, hard penis rushed in, but in my haste, it only went in halfway, pressing against her soft labia, the opening half-open.

In that instant, as if electrocuted, Mom struggled, gripping my penis tightly with both hands, her small mouth whimpering under the pressure of my mouth, her big eyes pleading pitifully for me to stop. I desperately tried to break free from Mom's grasp, thrusting harder and harder, the head of my penis breaking through her hands, each time penetrating the entrance of her vagina.

Mom shivered, trying to push me away, but afraid that if she let go, I would penetrate her completely, she could only maintain the position, protecting her genitals with both hands.

I wrapped my arms around my mother's smooth waist, frantically kissing her face, my hips thrusting as I pushed my large penis in and out of her tightly clenched hands. The head of my penis struggled to touch her entrance, then I pulled back and thrust in again, a dozen times. My mother's vagina, touched by the hot head of my penis, oozed wetness. I could see she wanted to let go; her thighs tried to cross several times, but then she put them back down.

Although I hadn't managed to fully penetrate her, I was already indescribably satisfied. The head of my penis had touched the place I'd always dreamed of, the place I'd sleepwalked to hundreds of times. My mother was like a dead person; doing it was worse than masturbating. Now, my beautiful, sexy mother was panting heavily, her hot body undulating in the dim light, pitiful and weak as I violated her. I truly couldn't believe this wasn't a dream.

My mother couldn't believe it either. Just weeks ago, she was so noble, showering me with both maternal love and strict discipline. When I was a tiny baby in her palm, she never imagined that today she would be naked before her son, her most private genitals being violated by his penis. Her fidelity to her husband for over a decade had been destroyed by her son. Thinking of this, her hair fell loose, and a tear welled in her eye.

I didn't notice my mother's expression and continued thrusting violently. The immense sense of conquest and pleasure made me oblivious to the world falling down. Until I felt my glans, tingling with pleasure, being bitten hot and wet by my mother's vaginal opening, I felt a tightness in my back, knowing that ejaculation was imminent. I quickly found my mother's face.

I saw her, her starry eyes half-closed, two streams of clear water unable to conceal the rosy, spring-like allure. Her round nose appeared even more plump and lovely, her full, soft, upturned lips swollen and blood-red from my kisses, her pearly white teeth gleaming even brighter under my tongue's sweep, her tender pink tongue glistening with intoxicatingly sweet saliva. Her round, beautiful face swayed with each thrust. I howled wildly and bit my mother's lips roughly, my tongue licking every delicacy in her mouth, my hands grasping her swaying, plump breasts, squeezing hard at the nipples. My

glans, stretched to its limit by my mother's small hands, pushed open her slippery flesh, ejaculating in a warm, wet sensation. My mother felt a heat at her entrance, a strange, sticky feeling letting her know I was ejaculating. She immediately sensed something was wrong and forcefully pried my penis away. I ignored her, simply pressing my face against hers, savoring every numb sensation of her.

A long time passed. I was still holding my mother, my hands never leaving her heaving breasts. My mother stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to believe that she had done such a shameful thing. She felt a little guilty towards her husband, but she was more shocked that she felt so comfortable and wanted her son's penis inside her. Moreover, the feeling of me thrusting into her just now was very familiar (of course, I had already raped her several times while sleepwalking).

My mother touched my face, both angry and loving, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. She sighed, and I kissed the tip of her lips, saying emotionally, "Mom, I love you, I love you so much. I will never leave you in this life, and I will stay with you until you grow old."

My mother pushed me away, sat up, tidied her disheveled hair, and angrily scolded me, "You brat! You almost killed your mother! I told you not to mess around, and you still touched me there! You wretched thing, do you even recognize me as your mother? You're making your mother so angry, don't you feel bad? I must have done something terrible in my past life, because every man in this life wants to bully me."

Seeing me speechless, my mother thought that she only had one son, and he was the only man she loved. So, she decided to let bygones be bygones. She stroked my head, shook her head, and said, "Son, Mom has already done something wrong to your dad. Forget about it. Tomorrow, just pretend nothing happened. I love you too, but no matter what, we're mother and son for life, and no one can change that. Mom will help you get ready, and then you can go to sleep early."

I turned around, knowing that Mom was very upset. Mom and I both knew recently that we had developed feelings for each other that shouldn't have, but we kept them hidden in our hearts, carefully communicating our emotions, afraid to openly reveal our deepest feelings. Tonight, we broke through that barrier, but it cast a shadow on Mom's heart. She doesn't know how things will turn out between us, especially since I feel a lot of guilt. I really did wrong to Mom and Dad.

After Mom wiped the semen off my penis, she started wiping the semen off her own vulva. I couldn't help but watch this absolutely erotic scene, because Mom had never exposed her body to me before (knowing I was there). After wiping herself, she looked up and saw me staring at her private parts. She said shyly, "Don't look! You just said that and you're already thinking about your mother again. You little devil, how did you become so lewd?"

"Mom, it's because you're so attractive. Let me see. Besides, you're my bride now, it's not too much to let your husband see."

Mom was both angry and amused, shaking her head and saying, "Oh, how could I have given birth to a son like you? You're so annoying and you take advantage of your mother. I'm worried I'll be driven crazy by you, and I'm also afraid you'll force me..."

Mom suddenly realized she had said too much and quickly stopped. I jokingly asked her what she would force me to do. Mom glared at me, ignored me, pulled up her underwear, and was about to put on her pajamas when I smiled and pressed her hand down, holding her trembling... Seeing her full, snowy breasts, I urged her to finish what she had just said. My mother angrily slapped my hand away from her breasts, stood up, and scolded, "You brat! Honestly, I was wondering when you'd rape me! No respect for elders! You're driving me crazy! Put on your clothes, don't get cold. I'm going back to my room, go to sleep early."

As my mother walked towards the door, her sexy, alluring buttocks swaying, she glanced back at me, her beautiful eyes staring straight at me, her gaze unspoken. Her lips moved, but she held them back, saying nothing as she went back to her room.

My mother's figure was truly captivating, radiating heat. Actually, I really almost raped her just now. Just as my penis was aroused by her plump vulva, and I saw her face and expression when I aroused her, her beautiful and lustful face was like lava, and her soft, weak and pitiful expression was like dynamite, which made me dizzy. I immediately pulled down her panties and wanted to thrust my penis deep into my mother's body. If it weren't for my mother's insistence on resisting, there would be no barrier between us tonight and in the future.

However, what made me very happy was that my mother had already let go of her identity as a mother. Just now, my glans had touched and penetrated halfway into my mother's vaginal opening, which was already intimate contact of sexual organs, essentially incest. Yet, my mother didn't struggle or push me away forcefully; she just used her hands to protect herself. This shows that she had already accepted the idea of me having sex with her. I didn't take my mother's last stronghold today, but there will definitely be opportunities in the future, as long as her heart has already surrendered.

The universe doesn't stand still, the sun still explodes and shines, the earth still rotates day after day, time doesn't linger at the window, and my happiest night has passed.

Her fair and smooth face has no wrinkles left by the years. Her arched eyebrows are like distant mountains, exuding beauty. Her large, clear eyes shine brightly with a beautiful light; looking deeper, her beautiful eyes seem to have fallen into a deep pool from which one cannot swim out.

Her nose is a naturally sculpted gem, without a speck of dirt, which complements her full and vibrant lips. When she purses her lips, she resembles a white cloud drifting from afar, exuding a refined and elegant noble air; when she smiles, her perfectly aligned pearly teeth create a refreshing and alluring scene, conveying both cuteness and a sense of healthy vitality. Her pink little tongue is a treasured fruit, reserved only for her beloved, its delicate charm unmatched.

Her integrated features, combined with her rounded face, make her breathtakingly beautiful, a true beauty among beauties. When she appears delicate, dressed in a conservative young woman's attire, she is graceful and alluring, like a fairy in the clouds, an ageless saint; when she is seductive, she wears a tight-fitting youthful outfit, her curvaceous and sexy body revealing just a glimpse of her pristine white skin, enough to drive men to madness and make them drool, not to mention her high, firm breasts and plump, rounded buttocks.

She was dressed in casual housewife's clothes, a light sheen of sweat on her face, her lips red and slightly panting. Her heaving breasts stretched the thin fabric of her top, creating beautiful curves. Even the most conservative clothing couldn't conceal her alluring sexiness beneath the swaying of her full breasts, especially her round, plump buttocks beneath her skirt, making her look mature and alluring, almost dripping with honey.

Who was she? She was my beautiful mother. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my mother cleaning my room. The captivating and beautiful image above was of my mother diligently tidying up. Words cannot describe her beauty at that moment; I can only resort to crude and vulgar language.

Thinking of the ecstasy of last night, my penis stood erect in anger. Seeing my mother quietly doing her work, unaware that the lecherous ghost in the house had woken up, I quietly approached her from behind, my heavy silver spear thrusting in and out. My mother jumped in fright. Turning around and seeing it was me, she wiped my face with a rag; it was covered in filth.

"Wow, Mom, you're so dirty! Do you want me to get SARS?"

"Who told you to do something unclean as soon as you wake up? Hehe, this is called fighting poison with poison."

Mom saw my face was covered in dirt and laughed, her large breasts jiggling in a charming arc. Her smile was like a lovely flower petal exuding a sweet fragrance. Mom saw me staring at her blankly without wiping my face, blushed, and spat, "You little devil, you're up to no good again, aren't you? You're dirty and you don't even wipe it?"

Mom lovingly wiped my face with her hands, carefully examining the contours of my face. We were so close that I couldn't help but wonder, why am I so lucky? To have the mother I've always dreamed of loving in just two or three months. I gently hugged her. Her big eyes held unease and longing, her breath carrying intense desire. It was as if we were back in that moment when we looked at each other in bed.

I touched my mother's rosy lips, and as she exhaled her most beautiful and fragrant breath, I sealed her mouth with mine, my tongue slipping into the bottle of pollen and nectar.

Her alluring eyes, half-closed, revealed a tender, languid allure. I pinned her against the wall, unable to move, her small hands half-raised, half-pushing, half-accepting, the loud sucking sounds echoing in the room. Her soft breasts rolled gently in my hands, my penis erect beneath her crotch, thrusting back and forth, I could feel her soft mounds of flesh and the concave crevice. The room was filled with a fiery atmosphere, every soft breath and heartbeat clearly audible. The intimacy

continued, and I lost control. It was no longer the scene of me stopping in my kisses out of fear of my mother's reaction. My hands, like snakes, burrowed into my mother's apron, searching for those two warm, moist mounds. My fingers flicked wildly, the warm, damp hairs; the moist flesh was sticky and tender. My mother's thighs couldn't help but hook around my buttocks, her pearly teeth biting my tongue and refusing to let go, whimpering as she released years of shyness and restraint. Like a chicken running out of its cage...

I pulled down my mother's pajama bottoms, and the moment I touched her underwear, which had a large wet hole, before I could even take it off, my mother woke up from her daze, tilting her head back to break free from my grasp, panting as she said, "Baby, no, Mom can't do anything wrong. You're still young, there are some things you don't understand."

"Mom, how can I hold back now?"

My mother thought for a moment, then turned around, sticking out her apple-shaped buttocks, pointing to her fleshy mound below, and said, "Releasing your pent-up desire here. When Mom has her period, your father... sometimes... sometimes likes to ejaculate here like this."

That's not bad either, everything will take its time, one day we'll get the fruit!

I hugged my mother, grasping her two breasts swaying gently in the wind, my erect penis pressing against her wet, round buttocks, thrusting back and forth.

My mother cooperated by clenching her buttocks and letting out a soft moan, a sound that seemed to come from hell, a devil's hoarse murmur; yet also a pure and warm ethereal sound. Later, it slowly transformed into the lullaby my mother used to sing to me before I fell asleep when I was little.

While defiling my mother's most sensual buttocks, I enjoyed her long-lost maternal love. My penis swayed gently like a small boat in my mother's warm harbor. In a tingling, pleasurable sensation, I squeezed my mother's large breasts hard and cried out, "Mommy, Mommy, I want you! Mommy, your place is so warm, so warm! I love you, Mommy!"

"You naughty son, you only know how to bully your mother, you only know how to bully your mother, you bad son, you naughty son..."

Semen spurted out uncontrollably. My mother turned and hugged me, her soft lips touching my face a few times before warmly covering my open mouth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with endless love and glistening tears. Women sometimes unintentionally express inexplicable emotions; perhaps this is how it always is when lovers feel each other's love.

Sitting in my mother's lap, there was no longer the sexual restraint between us like that between mother and son. We were both completely naked in each other's eyes, and there were no secrets between us.

My mother told me that she was going to an event tomorrow and wouldn't be back until evening. She said my cousin and I would have to buy food or cook for ourselves. I licked and sucked her perky, snow-white breasts and replied, "I only want to drink Mom's milk.

I don't want to eat anything else. I'll eat when Mom comes back." My mother laughed heartily and playfully slapped me a few times, saying, "You little devil, all you do is take advantage of Mom. How about you be Mom instead? Having a son like you is so tiring."

"No, I don't have such beautiful breasts as Mom!"

With a soft pop, my mother's swollen nipple left my mouth, glistening red and moist in the cool air.

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