A beautiful mother has been a widow for many years, and her son loves her.

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I'm 20 years old, 180cm tall, and in college. My dad died young, and it's just my mom and me living together. Mom says Dad was killed in a plane crash in America. She was only 18 when she was pregnant with me. My dad was a company owner, and after his death, Mom sold most of his shares, becoming wealthy. So we never lacked food or clothing, and she raised me. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust," and since I never lacked food or drink, my mom let me use all her money. When I first started college, my classmates led me astray, and I started watching porn. I bought a bunch of DVDs to watch at home, and later I started going out and having affairs. Because I was afraid of getting diseases, I only dated students and virgins. Later, after doing it so much, I got bored. Sometimes watching porn was exciting, so when I didn't have a woman I liked, I'd watch DVDs to satisfy my cravings. One day, I came home and called out, "Mom, I'm home!" I opened the door, "Huh? Where's anyone?" Usually, Mom would come out to greet me when she heard me, but why today? Thinking this, I grabbed my Coke and walked towards my room, drinking as I went. When I got to the door, I heard the TV playing inside, along with a woman's moans of pleasure. Oh no! Who's watching a video in my room? Nobody else has a key, except for the maid who comes to clean every Sunday, and my mom. Could it be...? A cold sweat broke out all over my body. I cautiously walked to the door, which wasn't locked properly, and peeked inside—oh my god, it really was my mom! She was sitting in a chair with her back to the door, watching intently. Looking at the screen, the man and woman were really going at it. At this point, Mom seemed a bit impulsive. Her shoulders began to shrug slightly, and her clothes started to loosen from behind. Because of the heat, she was wearing a black sheer dress with transparent bra straps, so from my angle, she appeared to be exposing her shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the contrast between her black clothes, long hair, and snow-white shoulders made her skin appear even more radiant. No wonder; possessing an angelic face and beautiful curves is every girl's dream. In this respect, God seemed to have been particularly kind to my mother, making her a beauty that could drive any man crazy. Bored all day, she focused on beauty and maintenance, looking like a 30-year-old woman despite being 40. She had a great figure, and in high heels, she was almost as tall as me. A few times when we went shopping, the shop assistants thought we were a couple and kept trying to sell us matching outfits, making Mom incredibly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple. As the movie played, Mom's shoulders shrugged even more violently. My shoulders were glistening with sweat from exercise and the heat, a sight that made my penis stand erect, creating a tent in my shorts. My hand slipped inside, and I unconsciously moved forward to get a better look. Finally, as the black man on the TV screen ejaculated like a fountain, my mother also reached her climax. Her shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow, trembling in waves. I was stunned. I had never seen my mother like this before. The pleasure I felt was more intense and unparalleled than any previous sexual encounter. Then, there was a soft creak as the door hinges clicked—not a loud sound, but to us it felt like an explosion. Mom turned around, and because she'd used too much force, the swivel chair spun around with her, so she was facing me directly. Our eyes met, and for a moment we were both stunned. My eyes were wide open in shock. Her bra was pushed up, one hand caressing her white breasts, the other inside her panties, which were soaked through, dripping wet as if she'd lost control of her bladder. The chair beneath her was also soaked. Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. My already erect penis reached its climax, ejaculating a stream of semen two or three feet high. Mom finally snapped out of it, realizing what had happened. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly pulled her clothes together and rushed out the door next to me. I stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. After a long while, I finally came to my senses, went into the room, turned off the TV, sat on the sofa, and wondered how to clean up the mess. I could do whatever I wanted outside as long as Mom didn't find out, but now it's all messed up like this. What am I going to do? Thinking about it, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the chair Mom had been sitting on. The water on it was still wet. I went over and touched it; it was sticky and slippery. I tasted some and it tasted good. It was different from the girls I'd been calling outside. This was Mom's taste. My penis, which had just ejaculated, involuntarily hardened again. "Whatever, I might as well go find Mom and see what she says." Thinking this, I walked towards Mom's room, wondering how to talk to her. When I got to her door, it was ajar. I looked inside and saw Mom sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her clothes were buttoned up. I went in and whispered, "Mom!" Mom jumped up. Turning around, her face flushed, she still hadn't recovered from what had just happened: "It's my son! You~~~""Mom, I didn't mean to. I came back and didn't see you, so I went back to my room, and then..." I didn't know how to continue. "Oh, it's nothing. You've seen my body since you were little, haven't you?" Mom pretended to be relaxed, but I could hear the tension in her tone. "But you, why are there so many random DVDs in your room? You're still young; watching these isn't suitable for you at this age." Mom adopted a scolding tone. Her face hardened, but it was obviously forced. "Yes, yes, I borrowed these from a friend. I was just curious and borrowed them to watch. I was going to return them tomorrow." It's safest to admit your mistake when Mom is scolding you. "Let's forget about it. Don't watch these things anymore. Now go and prepare the food. I'll rest for a bit and then come down." Mom said. "Okay, I'll go down now." I closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt I'd barely made it through. I went downstairs and called a restaurant to order takeout—all of Mom's favorite dishes (just kidding, I know nothing about cooking). A little while later, the food was ready. I went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Mom, dinner's ready. Come down and eat." "Okay, you eat first, I'll be right down." I waited downstairs for a while, and Mom came down, looking calmer, and her clothes had changed. We sat at the table, eating in silence, neither of us speaking, but a strange feeling permeated the atmosphere. After dinner, I went upstairs to tidy up the room, put away the DVDs, and locked the door. "If Mom asks about it tomorrow, I'll just tell her I returned them," I thought to myself. The second day passed peacefully, and the third and fourth days followed quickly. My mother and I seemed to have forgotten about it, and life returned to normal. But before I went to sleep, I kept thinking about my mother's beautiful body. And I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'm rather oblivious; nothing particularly unusual happened, so I didn't pay much attention. Until that day—Chapter Two: After class at school, some friends suggested going out to meet girls. I didn't think it was a good idea, so I went home first. When I got home, I realized I hadn't brought my keys. Ugh, I must have dropped them in my room in my rush to school that morning. I had to call my mother: "Hey, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door, but I forgot my keys. Can you open the door for me?" "Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right down." My mother's voice trembled slightly. "What are you doing? This is when she's supposed to be at the beauty salon. Why are you home?" "I was wondering. Just as I was thinking, Mom opened the door a moment later, head down, breathing a little heavily, face flushed. "Mom, you're home? I thought you went to the beauty salon. I should have just rang the doorbell." I said as I entered the room. "Your key is at home. I saw it when I was tidying up for you, and I was worried you wouldn't have a way back, so I waited for you at home." Mom said. "Oh, thank you, Mom." "You're my son, do I need you to thank me for all this?" Mom rolled her eyes at me. She handed me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her hand tremble slightly. I went back to my room with the key, not knowing what to do for a moment. I thought I'd watch some more porn. I hadn't watched any since the incident. I opened the drawer and started looking... "Wait a minute, where are my porn videos?" "I was surprised to find that several of my movies were missing, all classics. One was *The Love of Mount Fuji* (it really is a movie; I watched it in high school, full of beautiful women!), and the other was a classic Japanese incestuous mother-son film. Also, my diary on the table seemed to have been read. 'I haven't touched it in ages, who else could have?' I guessed. 'My brothers haven't been over in a while, and they can't get in without my room key, let alone the drawer key. The key, the key!!' I jumped up. I remembered my mother's strange behavior when I came home: staying home instead of going to the beauty salon, her voice, the blush on her face—'Could it be that Mom took it to watch???'" "I was shocked to come to this conclusion. There was nothing I could do but pretend I didn't know. I couldn't very well ask my mom, 'Mom, did you see my porn?' That would be suicide. After tidying up, I went downstairs and saw my mom making dinner in the kitchen. I followed the sound to the kitchen. 'Go take a shower first, it'll be quick,' my mom said with her back to me. Then my mom bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around when I saw this scene and stopped in my tracks. My mom was wearing a very short, tight skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her panties from behind. Only a thin line connected them, and that line was embedded in her buttocks, exposing her snow-white buttocks to the air. Only a small piece of fabric covered her vulva in the front. It was clearly a very small and sexy thong. I couldn't help but feel a heat rising in my lower body. I don't know how long it lasted, but my mom seemed unable to find what she was looking for, and I admired the view even more closely. 'Ah!'" "Mom seemed to sense my burning gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and hurriedly turned back to the bathroom. This scene kept replaying in my mind. While showering, I couldn't help but start stroking my already erect penis. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow at the bathroom door. After hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw Mom's back disappear into the kitchen. A sense of suspicion washed over me: 'Mom—' Ever since that incident, I've felt something was off. Mom has been behaving strangely. For example, she never used to ask me to do any housework, but lately, she always asks me to take the clothes I've taken off from the bathroom basket and put them in the washing machine. Even though it's a small favor, Mom insists I do it. And every day I find all sorts of sexy, transparent panties in the basket, sometimes one, sometimes several, some still with some sticky residue. And they're always on top of the pile of clothes, as if she's afraid I won't see them." Sometimes when my classmates call, my mom always answers first. If it's a girl, she always gives me a sidelong glance, then reluctantly hands me the phone, and then stands there a little sullenly until I finish my call, asking, "Who was it? Your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone feels a bit sour. I also remember one morning, I had just woken up and opened my eyes to find my mom staring intently at my erection, not realizing I was awake. She seemed to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, she reached out and slowly approached my underwear, which was almost bursting at the seams. Just as she was about to touch it, her eyes met mine, and she reacted strongly, immediately pulling her hand back. "I—I—why didn't I cover myself properly?" My mom avoided my gaze and turned to leave. And so on... Things like this have been happening frequently lately, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss until just now, when I connected the dots. "Could it be that my mom is intentionally trying to seduce me?" "After having this thought, I felt a surge of excitement and impulse. Of course, I wasn't sure what the specifics would be. I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. My mother was still in the kitchen. I went in and found that she seemed to be thinking about something, not cooking, but just staring blankly at the pot on the stove. I gently walked over and tapped her. She seemed to have been electrocuted and screamed, 'Ah!' 'Mom, it's me.' 'Son, you scared me to death!' 'No, Mom is so beautiful, how could I bear to scare you to death? What are you thinking about?' 'Ah, nothing—nothing, son, we can eat now.' I've always thought my mother was beautiful, and now she looked even more stunning. I reached out and took her hand. 'Okay, let's eat together.' Mom seemed flustered by my actions, but she didn't refuse. At the dinner table, I kept staring into Mom's eyes. She seemed uneasy the whole time. 'Son, why are you staring at me like that?' 'You look especially beautiful today, so I just glanced at you a few more times.' 'You little devil!'" "Don't you dare try to take advantage of your mother!" "It's true, Mom, I've always thought you were so beautiful." "Sigh, Mom's getting old." Mom touched her face and sighed softly. "Pfft, who said you're old? Remember when we went shopping for clothes? The saleswoman thought we were a couple. If we weren't mother and son, I really would have..."I paused, speechless. "Really?" Mom looked at me, her eyes conveying a message—encouragement? Temptation? "I really want to pursue you as my girlfriend," I blurted out. A light flashed in Mom's eyes, but quickly disappeared. "Don't talk nonsense, come and eat." After dinner, Mom went to tidy up. I went upstairs, and soon I heard Mom enter her room, and the sound of her rummaging through the closet. It seemed Mom was going to change clothes and take a shower. At that moment, Mom's beautiful body flashed into my mind again. "Never mind, I'll see." I quietly opened the door and went to my mother's room. The door was ajar, not closed. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me stirred my desire again. My mother was facing away from the door, changing clothes in front of the full-length mirror. I saw her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw her smooth, bare back, and on top of it was a black bra, matching the panties I had seen in the kitchen earlier. At that moment, I realized that from my mother's angle, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. It seemed like my mother was deliberately taking it off for me to see. This provocation made my little brother stand erect. I was so frustrated. The black thong was finally in front of me again, the narrow and small panties. The feeling of wearing them on my mother now was completely different from the feeling of seeing them in the laundry basket. Slowly, Mom unhooked her bra, and I could still see her firm breasts protruding from behind. Then, Mom gently and gracefully pulled down her panties. I saw her completely naked—so beautiful, so beautiful! I almost couldn't resist rushing over to hug her. But I held back. Mom bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom bent down, I saw it clearly in the mirror's reflection: a thin slit running down her buttocks, with fine pubic hairs around it—that was Mom's vulva, Mom's cunt. I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed open the door and looked at Mom, who seemed to only then notice me: "Son, what are you doing?" "Mom, I—I haven't been able to forget you since I saw your body last time. I want you—I want you to be my girlfriend." "I don't know why, but I said those things. Strangely, Mom wasn't angry. She just looked at me for a while after listening and said, 'Son, you're still young. It's okay to say that now, but when you grow up and meet a girl you love, you won't think like this anymore.' 'No, Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family alone. I know how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you.' I was moved, looking at Mom with deep affection. Mom was also touched, tears welling in her eyes; it seemed my words had touched a raw nerve. 'Mom loves you too, son. Everything Mom has done is for you. As long as you're happy, I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I am your mother.' Mom still stubbornly insisted. 'No, Mom. I love you not only because you are my mother, but also because you are the most beautiful woman in my heart.' I was reckless. Mom's body stiffened, her eyes widening as she looked at me: 'What are you saying?!' I went over and hugged Mom. 'Look into my eyes, Mom!'" Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me, you're so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We shouldn't just be mother and son." I paused, then whispered in Mom's ear, "We should also be lovers." "But—" Mom couldn't finish her sentence, so I silenced her with my lips. I kissed her forcefully, sucking on her lips with my own, prying open her clenched teeth with my tongue, my arms tightly around her. Slowly, Mom's body warmed up, softening in my arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Finally, Mom opened her mouth, letting me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still, this long kiss melting our embrace. After a long while, our lips finally parted, both of us panting, Mom's face as red as a girl's first kiss. We gazed at each other for a long time, and Mom murmured, "You look a lot like your father." I couldn't help but kiss her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear like a breath, "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so tightly. Do you think I'd run away?" That gentle reproach thundered in my ears, because I knew that from this moment on, Mom was mine! Chapter Three: I went over, took Mom's hand, and said tenderly, "Mom, I love you, I..." Suddenly, I couldn't finish. Mom kissed me. "Son, don't say anything more. For 20 years, I've missed your father. Now I don't have to anymore, because I have you. I didn't know until you said those words just now that I truly love you. I want to be your woman. Everything I have is yours. Can you accept me?" "After saying this, Mom's face turned as red as an apple. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in the back of my neck. Hearing such a declaration of love, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found Mom's trembling lips and kissed her deeply. As our tongues intertwined, my hands began to roam over Mom's body. My left hand gently caressed Mom's back, following the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly moving down to her hips. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when it began to feel a bulge, gently circling the edge of her breasts. Mom finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body even closer to me, her arms around my neck. She gently bit my ear and said, 'You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn that? Confess now.'" My heart was pounding. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I missed you so much before, but I didn't dare to say it, so when I needed to, I had to go outside to find other women—" Before I could finish, my mouth was covered by my mother's. Then I felt a sharp pain as my tongue was lightly bitten by her. "You're not allowed to go outside anymore. I can meet all your needs, I just ask that you love me. Okay?" As she spoke, my mother raised her head and looked at me bravely. "I'm your son, who else would I be? You have to have faith in me, okay, Mom?" "I promise again." "Mmm," Mom lowered her head and nodded slightly. I buried my head between her breasts, breathing in the scent of a mature woman, my hands kneading her bare waist. I clumsily tried to unhook her bra, but couldn't get the hang of it. Mom didn't help me; instead, she giggled like a little girl. I felt a little embarrassed and decided to teach Mom a lesson. I pushed her against the wall, yanked hard, breaking the not-so-thick strap, then bit the bra with my teeth and tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were before me. The breasts of a woman nearing forty were full and round, unlike the thin breasts of a young girl. And Mom's breasts weren't sagging like those of other women her age; they were my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward. I grasped one nipple in each hand and gently kneaded them. I looked up at Mom with a provocative gaze. Mom's eyes were hazy, as if veiled by mist, and she let out a low, trembling moan, her hands gently stroking my hair. Then I took one of her breasts into my mouth and suckled, gently biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar feeling from childhood made me feel intoxicated. I kissed all over my mother's breasts, then down, kissing her lovely navel, and then down again, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life. My hands began to caress my mother's panties, my face pressed against my mother's smooth thighs, her skin glowing, her muscles elastic. I couldn't help but kiss and lick them, while my hands caressed her rounded calves. My mother crossed her arms over her chest, enjoying my caresses. My hands kneaded her full buttocks from behind, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs. My mother began to tremble. She grabbed my hands as if to stop me, then released them as if shyly covering her face. I picked up my mother, walked to the bed, placed her on the bed, and stood between her legs. I took off my pants, finally letting my long-suppressed penis...Release. Slowly, I pulled down Mom's panties, revealing her dark pubic hair and pink, trembling vulva, already glistening with fluid. Mom's eyes were tightly closed, her hair disheveled, and she bit her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my penis and thrust it into Mom's vulva. Mom seemed to be in a little pain, hugging me tightly and letting out a soft moan, but at that moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Mom probably hadn't done it in a long time; her vulva was very tight, the walls of her vagina completely enveloping my penis. That warm, fulfilling feeling was incomparable to masturbation. I didn't care about gentleness and started thrusting quickly, making Mom moan uncontrollably beneath me. When my mouth was on Mom's full breasts, when my hands were squeezing Mom's plump buttocks, when I heard my usually dignified mother moaning beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My frequency increased, and Mom's breasts trembled with each impact. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but moans still escaped her lips. I hugged my mother tightly, a surge of heat shooting into the depths of her honeyed vagina, the place where I was conceived. I suddenly wondered, could there be another new life this time? I lay on top of her, my head resting on her breasts, panting, my penis slowly softening inside her. "Mom, are you alright?" My mother opened her eyes, looking at me with a resolute gaze, as if she had regained her usual composure. "Son, now that we've made love, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman, and you will be Mom's only man." "Mom," I couldn't help but hug her again, giving her a sweet kiss. I held her with one arm, the other lovingly stroking her flat stomach. My mother leaned obediently on my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck. "Mom, why were you so fierce when I saw you in my room last time?" "I scared you then, and I wasn't ready." My mother's hand circled my chest, tickling me. "Then why again today?" "It's all your fault!?" she said, slapping me hard. "Me?" "Yes, ever since I saw those DVDs in your room last time, I've felt empty inside, like something's missing. Then I realized I've been missing a man all these years, and that's when I thought of you. I originally wanted to test your feelings, but I didn't dare tell you. Then today I found so many DVDs in your drawer, and I couldn't resist taking a couple to watch, and then—and then..." Mom couldn't finish. "Haha, and then I got all excited, and I got lucky. But how did you know there were DVDs in my drawer?" "Your diary! Your diary wasn't put away properly, and I just flipped through it. Who knew what was written there would completely move me, so today..."Hearing this, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "It's really been so hard on you. I didn't know sooner. And I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate enough, I know you're not satisfied. But..." "But what?" "I rolled over and answered my mother with my newly erect penis. This time I slowed down, thrusting in and out while caressing her entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer. I kept changing the frequency, making my mother's moans louder and louder. She hugged me tightly, murmuring my name in my ear. In the final moment, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper until my mother's fingers dug hard into my back, until her tender vagina contracted in waves, until my mother leaned weakly into my arms. My mother's eyes were already blurred, still immersed in immense pleasure. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her hair was disheveled, her dignified expression replaced by pleasure. This was my mother, now obediently in my arms, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every private part. I must be in heaven right now! Chapter Four From then on, my mother would change into all sorts of alluring panties at home, waiting for my caresses. Perhaps it was a result of the liberation of the mother-son relationship, but our relationship was more intimate than that of ordinary couples." We showered together every day and made love in the bathroom. Sometimes, when Mom was cooking, I would lift her skirt from behind, pull down her panties, and penetrate her from behind. We, mother and son, could fully enjoy that unrestrained sex, free from moral and ethical constraints. I especially loved Mom's innocent and playful nature, like a young girl experiencing her first love, and I loved her bold and unrestrained moans and groans. I felt so happy and blissful. Mom and I were truly immersed in the pleasure of sex every day. I was surprised that we were so alike; it seemed that as soon as we met, our bodies would naturally ignite a burning desire. A single glance was enough for us to understand each other's feelings. People say greed is never satisfied, and I still had a wish unfulfilled, but I had no chance to express it. I could only keep it to myself and enjoy the pleasure of sex with Mom first. After living like this with my mother for several months, one day, I came home from school. Before I even entered the door, a fragrant breeze wafted over, followed by a warm embrace. It was my mother hugging me. After a passionate kiss, I led her inside. I noticed she had dressed up carefully; her hair was straightened, and she was wearing a brand-new low-cut evening gown. The confidence and happiness shining in her eyes made her look even younger and more lovable, nourished by love these past few months. I rubbed my nose against my mother's cheek and neck, saying, "My sweet mom, you smell so good! You look so beautiful. Why are you dressed so nicely today?" She softly replied, "Honey, it's your birthday today! I've prepared a whole table of dishes for you! After you eat, I have a gift for you." Ah, I had forgotten that my mother hadn't mentioned it. These past few months have been so blissful that I've lost track of time. "Hmm, my sweet mom is so thoughtful. I completely forgot. Let me see what delicious food we have." "Arriving at the table, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, Mom nestled against me, gazing at me with her mesmerizing eyes: 'How is it, son? Are you satisfied?' 'So many dishes, it's so plentiful, it must be delicious. But—' I deliberately paused. Mom got impatient, pulling away from my embrace and staring at me, saying, 'Is there anything missing? Tell me quickly, I'll get it right away!' 'Hahaha,' I laughed happily, 'but it would taste even better if you fed me.' 'You're so mean!' Mom playfully punched my chest with her small fist. 'What? You don't want to? Today is my birthday, you know.' I teased. Mom glared at me and said, 'Aren't you ashamed? You're so old and still need to be fed! When did you become so spoiled?'" "She obediently went to get the bowls and ladles. As I sat in the chair waiting for her to approach, I suddenly pulled her, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto my lap, almost dropping the bowls and ladles. When she came to her senses, she found herself not only firmly held in my arms around the waist, but also her private parts pressed tightly against my crotch. I covered her breast with one hand, and with the other, I reached down to her crotch. The surface was incredibly slippery; it turned out Mom wasn't wearing underwear today. Overjoyed, I began to move my middle finger in and out of Mom's tender vagina, when suddenly I noticed a liquid much thicker than vaginal fluid flowing out. After a while, I realized that this gushing fluid wasn't vaginal fluid, but rather the semen I had left inside her that morning. So I leaned close to my mother's ear and said, 'Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear today? And what is all this?' Mom, who was enjoying the pleasure my fingers were giving her with her eyes closed, opened her beautiful eyes and glared at me after hearing my question: 'You're so annoying!'" "Do you think I like it all sticky here? Isn't this all your doing? Remember how you ejaculated inside me before you got out of bed? My cunt couldn't hold it anymore, but you kept thrusting in, finally forcing my cervix open and pouring your semen into my uterus. Maybe you ejaculated too deep, because when my cervix closed, all that semen stayed inside my uterus. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't come out. It made me so careful when I went out to buy groceries or do my hair, afraid it would leak out and wet my pants, making me a laughingstock. I was just about to wash up when I got back, and then you came back. I didn't even have time to put my underwear back on before I went to meet you, and you're laughing at me." Hearing my mother's slightly reproachful words, my heart fluttered: "Mom, I love you so much. Now your husband is hungry. Can we eat first and then I'll apologize to you?" "Mom chuckled and poked my forehead with her finger. 'Hmph, let's see what you'll use to apologize to me later!' And so, the lavish dinner ended in laughter. 'Alright, now it's your turn to apologize. What will you use to apologize?' After clearing away the dishes, Mom gracefully walked to my side and said. 'The one who tied the knot must untie it; the place where you did the bad thing should apologize to you,' I said with a mischievous grin. 'I knew you wouldn't be thinking anything of it!' Saying this, Mom started to get up. I quickly grabbed her arm: 'Mom, where are you going?' 'To the bathroom to wash up.' 'It's okay!'" "I just want to clean you up with my cock." With that, I picked up my light-footed mother and carried her to the room. Unable to resist my persistence, my mother had no choice but to comply. I carried her to my room in a few quick steps, placed her on the TV cabinet against the wall, and made her sit with her back to the wall. The two of us, eyes locked, kissed passionately. I impatiently pulled off my mother's evening dress, and to enhance my visual enjoyment, my mother spread her two slender, white legs wide open, leaving me speechless. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I disregarded the fact that my pants were only half down, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, and thrust my engorged penis into her tender vagina, which was beginning to overflow with lustful fluids. Like lovers in the throes of passion, we devoured each other without reservation, our point of contact overflowing with pleasurable fluids. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of our genitals colliding. Even the TV cabinet, serving as our makeshift battlefield, seemed to be an infected bystander, creaking and groaning in unison. Time ticked by, and just as my mother was recovering from her second orgasm, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Son, when you feel like 'delivering' later, just hold back and tell me. Leave the rest to me. I guarantee you'll have a satisfying release." I, caught up in the throes of passion, replied, "I'll do whatever you say." "As he spoke, his buttocks began to move again, galloping and chasing between his mother's thighs with abandon. Soon, he brought his exhausted mother to another climax, causing her vagina to involuntarily contract with the approach of orgasm. Unable to bear this intoxicating pleasure, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and said urgently, "I'm going to cum." "Quickly, let Mom get off!" "At the last second, I managed to pull my penis out of my mother's body. The erect glans trembled, seemingly unwilling to leave its tender embrace. My mother, who had jumped down from the TV cabinet, knelt before me. Without thinking, she grabbed my wet, steaming penis and took it all into her mouth. My mother's bold action startled me. When I came to my senses, I realized that my mother was not only sucking my penis, but she was also sucking it forcefully. With each suck, the already swollen glans swelled even more. Finally, under the assault of my mother's mouth, I let out a cry and ejaculated my first stream of semen. A few seconds later, my mother raised her head, looked at me affectionately, opened her small mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick, milky-white fluid. 'Good boy,' I looked at my mother's beautiful face, covered with glistening beads of sweat, truly a sight to behold. 'If you want to vomit, just vomit it out.'" "Mom closed her cherry lips, her snow-white throat bobbing slightly. From her slightly furrowed brows, it was clear that this was her first time tasting this strange thing, and she still felt uncomfortable for a moment. This made..."Standing there, I felt incredibly sorry. "Mom! I'm sorry, I only thought about my own enjoyment and made you suffer." "Son, as long as it makes you comfortable, Mom is willing to do anything." Stroking my mother's hair, I said gratefully, "Mom, you're so good to me." At this moment, Mom had licked my penis clean, stood up, and looked at me with her moist eyes. One hand was still holding my penis shaft, rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally. She said with a hint of lust, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you today?" "Yes, Mom. This gift is wonderful, I really like it," I said sincerely. "Today is your birthday, Mom will let you play as you please, I'll do whatever you want, but let's rest for a bit first, okay? Then we can conserve our energy, and Mom will let you fuck Mom's cunt to your heart's content, let's have a great time, mother and son!" Mom said in a soft, seductive voice...

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