My story, my secret

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I was born into a relatively wealthy family. I have an older brother who dropped out of school early because he often went out and played around. He got married through an arranged marriage. Since we had some money, my brother opened a clothing store and lived a relatively carefree life. My father is a handsome young man who works for an international shipping company as a second mate on a large cargo ship. He's rarely home. My mother (who looks a lot like Jiang Wenli) used to be an accountant. She's rather introverted and cautious, but she quit her job for family reasons and became a full-time housewife. She enjoys gymnastics, so she maintains a great figure (165cm). My mother is a very conservative person, but she dresses very fashionably—she loves beauty, but of course, she doesn't wear anything too revealing, given her conservative views. I consider myself quite handsome, but I'm always called a weak, bookish type (pretty boy). So, to avoid being called that, I often work out and play basketball, so I'm quite muscular, 178cm tall. I remember when I was in middle school, I was at the age where I started to get interested in women. It was during my first winter before starting middle school. Through my older brother, I met some friends from the streets, and I often heard them talk about women. Their stories filled my young heart with a mixture of fear and anticipation. So, one weekend morning, those bastards called me out, saying they had something good to watch. I didn't think much of it at the time, assuming it was just a fun outing. But when I got there, I found out they were watching porn when no one was home. I remember my face burning hot, my heart pounding, and my eyes darting between other things and the screen. They even told me I wasn't like a man. To show how manly and brave I was, I watched it. From then on, I became very interested in it and wanted to try it myself. But I was rather introverted at the time and didn't have any female friends, so I didn't have many opportunities to try it. I could only endure it. I guess I was pretty naive back then, and I didn't know how to solve my problems. Later, those bastards told me I could go to prostitutes or masturbate. I didn't have the guts to go to prostitutes, and besides, it wasn't clean. So I could only choose masturbation. Naturally, I started looking for masturbation targets... My brother dropped out of school early and had just gotten married (my sister-in-law is also very beautiful, I'll introduce her in detail and how I won her over later). So it was just my mother and me at home. So I couldn't help but set my sights on the only woman in the house. Because I often went to gymnastics classes with my friends, my mother had a pretty good figure, fair skin, and firm breasts, though not very large. After watching porn, these became my masturbation targets. Each time, I felt regretful and thought I'd done something wrong, but I couldn't control myself. Eventually, it became a habit, and I started making excuses for myself, saying it was just a fleeting thought and nothing more. This went on for about six months. Then I felt this was getting boring. Should I take it a step further? (Don't be surprised; after being influenced by those bad friends, I was no longer the innocent boy I used to be. It's true, it's easy to go from good to bad.) At first, I could control these thoughts, but as they increased, I slowly succumbed. I decided to take action, hoping my mother would forgive me. And so it all began... It was a weekend in June. It was very hot outside, so I stayed home. My mother was home too, wearing a floral dress and a loose t-shirt, with a light green apron around her neck as she cooked. Looking at her voluptuous figure, my lustful thoughts grew stronger. I couldn't wait to have her, but I knew these things couldn't be rushed. I reminded myself to calm down. I continued watching my mother cook. Perhaps she sensed something, because she glanced at me and said, "Xinxin, why are you looking at Mom like that?" I replied, "Ah~ I've noticed that Mom is getting more and more beautiful, and her figure is very voluptuous." My mother didn't expect me to say that and blushed slightly. "What nonsense are you talking about, little kid? What do you know?" I said, "What don't I know? I'm 16 already. In ancient times, I would have been a father. I know everything I should know." My mother glanced at me again and said, "Go away, go away, go away. Don't bother me here." I also felt a little uncomfortable looking at her anymore, so I went back to the living room. After lunch, Mom said, "Be quiet at home by yourself. I'm going to take a nap. Don't bother me, or else... you'll lose your allowance." I agreed and went back to my room to play on the computer. About an hour later, I was really bored and started watching Da Huang again. After about half an hour, I realized I was getting angry. Then I remembered that Mom was taking a nap next door, so I mustered up my courage and went to Mom's room. I quietly opened the door and saw my mother lying peacefully on the bed. Because it was summer, she had taken off her coat and simply covered herself with a towel. I quietly walked to the bedside and touched her arm, but there was no response. I called out "Mom!" again, but still no response. It seemed she was fast asleep. I couldn't resist any longer. I slowly lifted the towel covering her, revealing her shapely figure, which was perfect from her regular gymnastics practice. Her full breasts were supported by a white, transparent lace bra. Because she had given birth to two children, her abdomen was a little fleshy. Below was the place I had been longing for. White, transparent lace panties covered that mysterious area, and I could vaguely see the dark patch. A couple of pubic hairs peeked out from the base of her thighs. I felt like I was on fire, and my mouth became increasingly dry. But I knew that the more crucial the moment, the less I could be impatient. So I took a deep breath and pulled off my shorts. Because I play basketball often, I'm fairly strong (of course, what I'm most proud of is that my penis is 17cm, which is definitely big among my friends. I feel secretly proud every time I think about it). I continued my work, slowly spreading my mother's legs apart a little. Looking at the part that attracted me, I slowly reached my hand to my mother's vulva and gently stroked the labia through the white transparent lace. I could feel the heat there, and smelled my hand, which had a faint smell of laundry detergent. At this moment, my excitement grew stronger and stronger. Of course, I wouldn't stop there. I gently pulled down my mother's panties with both hands, moving very slowly. I was afraid that my mother would suddenly wake up, but thankfully, I managed to pull down her private parts. I continued, slowly lifting my mother's thighs a little, pulling down her last bit of covering. When I finally got my mother's panties off, no one could imagine the excitement in my heart. I casually wiped the sweat from my forehead, looked at my mother's still sleeping expression, and then looked at that place that attracted me. There wasn't much pubic hair, and her vulva was like a small steamed bun. Her two dark red labia were pressed together, with a slit in the middle that drove me crazy. Pubic hair covered a small area of her vulva. I suppressed my excitement and slowly climbed onto the bed, gently rubbing my penis against my mother's vulva. Because I was so excited, I almost ejaculated. I controlled my emotions, gripped my mother's knees with both hands, and slowly pulled them up. Then, I slipped my own legs under hers, gently approaching that place that fascinated me. I placed my penis on her vulva and gently rubbed it. Slowly, my mother's breathing became rapid, and her vagina gradually became wet. Looking at my mother's flushed face and listening to her rapid breathing, I slowly pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina and rubbed it gently. Watching the increasingly wet opening, I could no longer control myself and slowly entered. I felt the softness inside my mother's vagina, the layers of flesh scraping against my glans, like a child's mouth slowly sucking. I slowly pushed in, and finally, my 17cm penis was completely inside. Watching my penis join with my mother's vagina, watching my penis fill her vagina completely, watching a trickle of vaginal fluid slowly flow from where we were joined, I felt incredibly excited. This was the place where I was born! I was actually doing what only husband and wife should do with my own mother. Afraid of ejaculating, I tried hard to control my excitement and began to thrust slowly. My mother's breathing quickened. I wondered if she was dreaming of making love with my father. My mother was at the age when she was most sexually active, and my father was often away from home. I was afraid she was suffering a lot. Thinking of this, my guilt disappeared.So I continued thrusting. With each thrust, Mom rhythmically let out soft moans from her nose, her legs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. As my thrusts quickened, "squeak, squeak" sounds came from between my penis and Mom's vagina. I became more and more engrossed. I roughly pushed up Mom's bra, one hand kneading her breasts hard, the other supporting her waist, my mouth sucking and licking her dark red, hard nipples, while my penis slammed against her buttocks with a loud slapping sound. At that moment, Mom wrapped her hands around my head, biting her lower lip, and softly moaned. I didn't notice any of these details at the time; I only knew that I was completely frenzied. I thrust my penis into my mother's vagina with all my might, each time penetrating deep into her uterus, as if I wanted to tear it apart. Perhaps because it was my first time, although I was very confident, I still ejaculated inside her vagina after 10 minutes. My mother was scalded by my semen, and her whole body convulsed. Her legs almost broke my waist, and her hands left marks on my back... After the orgasm, I lay on top of my mother, savoring the moment. Suddenly, I remembered that I had been so intense with her; she couldn't possibly not be awake. My heart sank. I slowly raised my head to look at her. Her head was slightly turned to the other side; she was still asleep. I thought to myself, "She's still not awake?" So I prepared to slip away quickly. I slowly propped myself up and pulled my now limp penis (which my penis is about 9-10 dm when not erect) out of my mother's grasp. I heard my mother let out another soft moan, and I was startled. I froze, staring at her face. After a while, I noticed her eyeballs twitching a few times under her eyelids. A thought flashed through my mind: Had my mother already woken up? Perhaps she couldn't accept what had happened, so she pretended not to know and continued to feign sleep? Was she blinded by a leaf? After thinking for a moment, I made a bold decision. I started kneading my mother's breasts again. She remained silent, though her eyes darted around. I chuckled to myself. One hand continued to caress her breasts, while the other slowly stroked her entire body. My mother's figure was so well-maintained. It was a pity my father was rarely home; I was the only one who could help him enjoy himself. I realized I was truly wicked, but I liked it, hehe… Soon, my penis hardened again. I thought: She's awake now, and she knows what happened, so one more time won't hurt. Besides, she loves me so much; she can't possibly accuse me of rape. Judging from her current behavior, she'll just pretend she doesn't know, and at most, she'll be more cautious in the future. But, we'll deal with the future later. Thinking this, I smiled wickedly and climbed back onto my mother's body. I felt her body tremble. I continued, guiding my penis slowly into her vagina, which was still wet with my semen. I sighed inwardly: Women are wonderful, especially someone like my mother. I started thrusting again, and my mother's vagina made sounds of mating. Slowly, she began to moan softly. Feeling the wetness inside her vagina, I felt a surge of pride. This time, I let loose, wrapping her legs around my waist, caressing her smooth back with my hands, and pressing my chest against her breasts, which had hardened with excitement. I made love with all my might, and the sounds of slapping and squelching filled the room again… I ejaculated twice on my mother, rested for a moment, and then stopped being as careful as before. After all, I wasn't the one who was confused now. I wasn't worried. I grabbed my underwear, ran naked to the bathroom, and took a shower. When I came out, I went to check on my mother. She was still sleeping, and I guessed she was really asleep, considering how much I had done. But she was lying on her side now, and there was a wet patch on the sheet next to her (because my mother was afraid of the cold and couldn't sleep directly on the bamboo mat, she had a sheet on). I thought: That's where my mother and I got our genitals wet, and I felt a surge of excitement. My mother wasn't wearing any underwear; a towel covered her stomach, leaving her large, white buttocks exposed. At the entrance to her deep red vagina, I could clearly see dried semen and some pubic hair stuck together. Remembering that I was the one who did this, my desire started to rise again, and my penis unconsciously became hard. I checked the time; it was only 3:50. I thought: Let's do it one more time. If possible, we'll sleep together tonight. I think my mother still won't say anything; after all, this is something that's hard for her to face. I chuckled, pulled off my underwear, and climbed back onto the bed. I touched my mother's buttocks, removed the towel, and kneaded her breasts with one hand while guiding my penis to her vaginal entrance with the other. Because my semen was abundant inside her, penetration was easy. I continued thrusting, one hand on her buttocks and the other on her breasts. Soon, my mother began moaning again. I noticed her sideways face turning red, and I knew she was awake. I thrust for a while in her slippery vagina, but the position wasn't comfortable, so I turned her body face up and started fucking her hard. Although I'd watched so many pornographic films and was familiar with various positions, I still preferred the traditional position. Especially seeing my mother's flushed face, her slightly bitten lips, her rapid breathing, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hands tightly holding my back, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. This was my mother, the place that gave birth to me 16 years ago. As I was penetrating her, this thought made my blood boil. I couldn't hold back any longer. I hugged my mother tightly, thrusting my lower body forcefully, and called out in her ear, "Mommy~ Mommy." I felt her hug me tighter and tighter, and the sounds of our thrusting became more and more rapid. I couldn't hold back any longer, and once again, I ejaculated into my mother's womb. My mother also ejaculated onto my glans. To show my tenderness towards my mother, I lay on my back and turned her over onto me, gently stroking her back and waist. After resting for a while, I got up and helped my mother lie down, covering her with a towel so she could take a shower. As soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother walking towards me, her face flushed, a towel wrapped around her. I looked at her breasts, which looked particularly alluring because of the towel, and said, "Get up, Mommy." My mother's already flushed face turned even redder, and she avoided my gaze, saying, "I'm going to take a shower," before walking away. I was secretly pleased. It seemed Mom would really enjoy my gentle behavior after we were done. I figured Dad would just leave it at that. Of course, most men don't really care about comforting women after sex. Thinking this way, I figured Mom might not be so wary of me anymore, maybe even accept the relationship. After all, Mom needs it too; having her own son is better than having someone else as a lover. Thinking this, I was filled with anticipation for the future. So, I hummed a little tune as I walked back to my room… That evening, I was still full of anticipation. I watched TV absentmindedly, listening to the washing machine coming from the bathroom. I felt a sense of accomplishment; those were the sheets Mom and I had made! I was so proud of myself. The more I thought about it, the more impatient I became. But I still had to wait—wait until Mom went to bed. Mom usually… I went to bed after 1:30. Looking at the time, I figured Mom would be washing the sheets and going to sleep soon. Sure enough, I heard her shaking the sheets. I thought it was about time, so I went back to my room to wait. In my room, I listened carefully to the sounds outside. A little while later, I heard Mom's door close. I suppressed my excitement and waited about 15 minutes before opening my own door and walking to Mom's bedroom. I gently pushed it, only to find it locked from the inside. I thought, "It seems Mom is really wary of me." Luckily, I had the foresight to open the window a crack (my bedroom and Mom's bedroom are next to each other; we live on the third floor, and I can easily step into Mom's bedroom from my window). So I went back to my room, opened the window, checked that no one was outside, and then slowly opened Mom's bedroom window. I stepped one leg over and stuck my head out to listen to the sounds inside. Then I slowly opened the window completely, and after I was all the way in, I closed it behind me. The bedroom was dark. After adjusting for a moment, I went straight to my mother's bedside, threw my underwear aside, and without caring whether she would wake up, roughly pulled off the towel covering her. This time, I decided to properly savor my mother. I slowly stroked her skin, and could feel her body trembling.I ignored her and continued to gently caress every inch of my mother's skin. Her skin was very well-maintained and felt wonderful to the touch, smooth and delicate. I moved one hand to my mother's breast (she didn't wear a bra to bed at night) and gently kneaded it. My other hand slid down her lower abdomen and directly into her vagina. I could feel my mother trembling all over, her breathing heavy. My hand slowly touched her pubic hair, clitoris, and labia. My mother's body grew hotter and hotter. I suppressed my excitement and slowly pulled down my mother's panties. Then, I started from her neck, inhaling her fragrance inch by inch, and moved to her breasts. I sucked and bit her nipples while continuing to knead them with my other hand. Listening to my mother's rapid breathing, I released her breasts and continued my assault. My face rubbed against my mother's lower abdomen and slowly moved towards her vulva. Finally, I reached my destination. I got up and spread my mother's legs apart, lifting them into a V-shape. She was now lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. I lowered my head and smelled her vulva; it had a pleasant fragrance, probably because she had just showered. I slowly took her clitoris into my mouth. Her body trembled violently, as if as a great encouragement to me. I began licking her clitoris, and her vagina began to flow more and more fluid. Her breathing became rapid, and she tightly gripped my head with both hands, clutching the sheets, looking utterly helpless. Finally, her waist arched upwards, and one hand pressed down hard on my head, almost suffocating me. About several tens of seconds later, her vagina gushed out a stream of vaginal fluid, and she lay limply on the bed. My head was finally freed. I got up, opened the door, went to the bathroom to wash off the semen that had sprayed on my chin, and rinsed my mouth. Then I returned to the bedroom and looked at my mother lying weakly on the bed. Recalling the past, looking at her alluring body, my lust grew stronger and stronger. I roughly climbed on top of my mother and shoved my almost bursting penis directly into her vagina that had just ejaculated. I once again experienced the slipperiness and softness of my mother's vagina. The layers of flesh scraped against my large glans. This feeling was truly irresistible. I started thrusting my penis. My mother was still lying there like a dead person, but I was confident that she would come back to life in a while. I propped myself up, fixed my mother's legs on my waist with both hands, and then, holding my mother's slender waist, I slammed my penis into her buttocks hard, making a slapping sound. I watched the semen flowing in and out of my penis, and watched my mother's vagina tightly wrapping around my penis with her two large labia, as if afraid that I would run away. Slowly, Mom let out a soft moan again. I knew Mom had come back to life, so I fucked her even harder, launching a fierce attack on the place where I was born with my penis. Mom's vagina contracted and relaxed, and I realized that Mom and I were so in sync, just like a married couple. I looked at Mom's red face and her tightly clenched lips, and my heart was filled with excitement. So I kissed Mom's lips and tried to tease her teeth with my tongue. Mom cooperated by opening her teeth and letting me in. And so, an obscene scene appeared in the bedroom: son and mother's tongues intertwined, Mom's breasts rubbing against son's chest, son's one hand stroking Mom's back and the other holding Mom's waist, Mom's legs clamping around son's waist and her vagina tightly holding his penis. Son's penis went in and out of Mom's vagina. No one would think that this was a mother and son, doing the sweetest thing between a man and a woman like a married couple. About half an hour later, I couldn't hold back any longer and began thrusting wildly. My mother seemed to know I was about to climax, and her vagina cooperated by contracting faster. Suddenly, my glans went numb, and I ejaculated my hot semen into my mother's vagina and uterus again. My mother, scalded by the heat, convulsed again and ejaculated as well. I could feel my glans being enveloped by the warm liquid. Ignoring the emptiness after ejaculating, I pulled my mother back onto me. I gently stroked her back and waist, my face rubbing against her smooth, white skin. At this moment, my mother lay quietly on top of me, feeling fulfilled, happy, and conflicted. After all, we were mother and son, and if anyone found out about this incestuous act, we would be doomed. However, my mother truly enjoyed this sense of fulfillment that she hadn't experienced with my father. The main problem was that she didn't know how to resist her son's behavior and didn't want to create an awkward situation in the family. So, in the end, my mother silently decided to neither oppose nor approve of this matter, accepting the sexual relationship between her and her son as long as it wasn't brought into the open. How could I know what my mother was thinking? But based on my understanding of her, this was the guarantee of my sexual happiness. I felt a surge of pride. After about ten minutes, I rolled over and pinned my mother down again. Looking at her tightly closed eyes and the pupils moving beneath her eyelids, I kissed her lips again. Perhaps because she had come to her senses, my tongue entwined with hers without any resistance. After kissing for a while, I felt a soft little hand grasp my penis, and it instantly became erect. Then I felt that trembling hand guide my penis into that slippery, soft place. I realized that my mother had actually accepted me. I was instantly thrilled, so I started thrusting my penis while whispering in my mother's ear, "Mom, from now on, when Dad's not around, I'm your man, I'm your husband." I heard her give a soft "Mmm," and I knew I'd achieved my goal. I started fucking her tender little pussy again, and I ejaculated inside her vagina once more. However, after the orgasm, my penis was a little sore, and my lower abdomen felt a bit bloated. Looks like I should do it less often; I only did it five times today. "If this continued every day, I'd die from exhaustion," I thought to myself. But then I looked at my mother, her head resting on my arm, her arms wrapped around my waist, and at her sleeping face. I saw contentment and happiness on her rosy cheeks. I felt that as long as my mother was happy, I'd be willing to die on her belly. So, I didn't go back to my room. Looking at my mother's face, I slowly fell asleep… (It's hard to imagine other people writing about their mothers like a prostitute, screaming and yelling. In all the time I've known my mother, I've never heard her scream like that; she's always just humming and breathing rapidly. That's all for today.) The next morning, I woke up to find my mother already up. "Looks like Mom still can't face reality," I thought to myself. I stretched, slowly put on my underwear, and went to wash up. Coming out of the bathroom, I ran into my mother. Seeing me, her face flushed slightly, and she said, "Dinner's ready, go eat." I smiled and went to eat. Afterwards, with nothing to do at home, I wanted to burn off some of my excess energy with my mom. However, when I touched her bottom while she was washing the dishes, she immediately pulled away. I initially thought she was just embarrassed, so I prepared to continue. But after she pulled away several times, I realized things weren't as I expected. I looked down at her face and suddenly froze. She was crying, silently shedding tears. My heart clenched, and I called out, "Mom."Suddenly, Mom pushed me away and ran to her bed in the bedroom, crying. Seeing her cry, I felt terrible too. Perhaps I had been too self-centered, too arrogant, completely disregarding other people's feelings. So I said to Mom, "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to. I couldn't control myself. You wouldn't want your son to rape someone, would you? You wouldn't want your son to go to jail, would you? Besides, Mom is so beautiful… I was wrong, really." Perhaps my words moved Mom, because she said, "From now on, you're not allowed to touch me during the day. Disrespecting me, Mom… Mom can help you with your needs, but only at night. You absolutely can't let anyone else know about this, otherwise how can I live?" I quickly promised, "I'll definitely listen to you from now on, Mom. I'll never force you if you don't want to." Hearing this, Mom felt a little more at ease, and her sobs subsided. I helped her up, saying some sweet words, but seeing her delicate face, slightly red eyes, and the faint glimmer of tears on her cheeks, my lust flared up. I immediately kissed her lips, my tongue frantically probing between her teeth. Mom shook her head violently, trying to escape my advances. I forcefully pressed her onto the bed, holding her head in place with one hand and reaching for her full breasts with the other. After a while, I felt her stop moving, probably because she was exhausted. Taking advantage of this, I lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and pulled her panties aside. Then I pulled my hard penis out from under her shorts and rubbed the head against her vaginal opening, slowly kneading one of her breasts. Mom's body became increasingly limp, and her vaginal fluids increased. More and more came, and my glans felt a trickle of vaginal fluid gushing from my mother's vagina. I knew the time was right, so I thrust into her vagina again, beginning another violation of her. My mother's teeth no longer blocked my tongue; in fact, they actively intertwined with mine. I savored my mother's delicate tongue while penetrating her fleshy vagina... After the climax, I rested for a while, and my mother started crying again. I comforted her, saying some mushy things, while one hand quietly and slowly removed her already thin clothes. Because I hadn't had a satisfying time, I wanted to make it up to her. Once she was naked, I took off my shorts, my erect penis pressing against her. When my penis entered her vagina, her sobs turned into intermittent moans. After another climax, I wiped her genitals, then wiped my own penis, and then held her like that for a nap. From then on, I made love with my mother every night. Her complexion was always rosy, and her skin was radiant. Her friends who worked out with her even joked that she must be experiencing a second spring, glowing with the glow of love. Each time, my mother would blush, neither confirming nor denying it. She smiled more, and the melancholy between her brows gradually disappeared. It meant my mother was increasingly accepting that I was her man. After all, my mother is a woman; she needs to be loved, she needs a harmonious sex life, and she needs sweet words—things I could give her that my father couldn't. Now, whenever I don't want to make love, my mother will wash... After showering, she sat next to me wearing the thong my mother had bought for me, trying to seduce me so I wouldn't watch sports programs. And every time, I succeeded in my mother's seduction. My life with my mother was full of harmony, fun, and tenderness. Even when my father occasionally came home, he would say that my mother looked much younger. My mother, on the other hand, only fulfilled her wifely duties to my father, letting him do what he wanted like a wooden statue (don't be surprised, it's the same as before). My father's health wasn't very good because he was at sea for many years, and each time it only lasted a few minutes. Maybe some people would say that my mother could not possibly have such an attitude, but think about it, what wife could have any feelings for her husband who was only home for less than a month a year, and sometimes didn't come back for several years? Moreover, I had come along and filled the void and loneliness in my mother's heart. I entered my mother's emotional world at the right time, and our life was so harmonious that it wasn't surprising that she was indifferent to my father. Besides, my father didn't necessarily have very deep feelings for my mother either; when it comes to emotions, men are stronger than women... And so, my mother and I continued our secret affair for several years, until my 18th birthday. My mother and I were embracing, experiencing the satisfaction of an orgasm, when suddenly my mother said, "I'm 40 years old, I'm getting old." I was stunned, wondering what was going on, but I still said, "Mom isn't old at all. I think Mom is becoming more and more charming. Even though we've been a secret couple for several years, I still can't control my impulses every time I see Mom." My mother smiled sweetly and playfully slapped me a few times. "How dare you say such things? Aren't you ashamed?" Then she added, "My dear, Mom is getting old. You won't abandon Mom in the future, will you?" I realized that was what Mom was afraid of. I quickly swore that I definitely wouldn't. Although Mom believed me, there was still a faint worry between her brows. I thought to myself, it seems I still need to do something else to put Mom's mind at ease... A month passed like this, and I finally came up with a way to put Mom's mind at ease. I decided to give Mom a ring on her birthday in two weeks. After making up my mind, I took out the New Year's money and some pocket money I had saved over the years. I counted it and found that I had more than 2,000 yuan. I took the money and went to Tongling Jade Diamond to buy an ordinary, mass-produced ring. After wrapping it up, I took it home and hid it away. I still remember my mother's birthday. When I knelt down and presented her with a ring, she was overjoyed and cried in my arms for a long time. Although it wasn't as nice as the one my father gave her, it was my heartfelt gesture and attitude, so she was very touched. Holding her full figure, I felt no desire, only genuine tenderness. When she stopped crying, I took off her old ring and slowly put mine on her finger. At that moment, she was like a child, her face flushed, head bowed, letting me do as I pleased. That day, she drank a lot and talked a lot. She said she was going to go to university, but her family didn't have the money and wouldn't support her education, so she married my father, who was five years older than her, early on. She also talked about how I ended up in her bed, how shocked she was, how she initially had a "what's the point" attitude, but was later moved by my tenderness and offered herself to me. She also said she was getting old and was afraid that I would no longer love her. Then, all I remember is that night we made love passionately, from the living room to the bedroom, completely absorbed, forgetting everything else… The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother's happy face, and the marks we had left on the bed the night before.I felt incredibly happy at that moment, but I quickly forgot about it because my mother looked so alluring. Her head was resting on my chest, turned to the side, her face rosy, her hair jet black, her two snow-white breasts drooping, her nipples dark red, her slightly fleshy belly, and her full thighs with black pubic hair between them—she looked so tempting. I believe any man would pounce on her without hesitation. So I began my manly actions. My hand reached for her captivating white breasts and gently kneaded them. I glanced at my mother's expression and realized she was pretending to be asleep. So I got up, straddled her body, and lay down behind her, caressing her breasts again. Then I leaned my whole body against her back and placed my hard penis between her thighs, letting her thighs clamp my penis, her labia pressed against my penis. I could clearly feel my mother's body trembling, her skin turning red and hot. So I started thrusting, and she began to moan. Her moans were soft, intermittent, and very seductive. After a while, I wasn't satisfied with the status quo anymore. I pulled my penis out, and my mother cooperated by letting go. Then I aimed the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina and pushed it in. I slowly pushed it in, enjoying the feeling. My mother also contracted her vagina in perfect harmony. The feeling of being enveloped by the layers of tender flesh and granules of her vagina was wonderful. My mother seemed to be very excited by this position of entering from behind. The fluid inside her vagina was getting stronger and stronger. I hugged my mother's breasts from behind, biting her earlobe, and slowly thrusting. My mother excitedly shook her snow-white buttocks. As my thrusting accelerated, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her buttocks shook faster and faster. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly. I knew my mother's orgasm was coming soon, and I thrust into her buttocks with all my might. I heard my mother let out a long moan, and her body stiffened. I felt a gush of hot, lustful fluid spray onto the head of my penis. After that one ejaculation, I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a tingling sensation in my urethra, I sprayed my semen into my mother's uterus again. Afterwards, I pressed my chest against my mother's back, gently kissing her face, a wave of emotion washing over me. Women are truly easy to please; a little gentleness and a little hope are enough to make them happy. But I vowed to ensure my mother's happiness for the rest of her life, even after we got married—after all, she's getting older. I just want her to enjoy every day we have together.

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