A passionate night with my mother

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A passionate night with my mother. Beautiful women always like to present themselves as pure and chaste, making them seem unapproachable. But when they meet someone they can rely on, they tear off their disguise, perhaps becoming wanton, perhaps charming, perhaps even more reserved… My mother, Zhang Ruyan, can be considered a beautiful woman. Her voluptuous figure always arouses men; her luscious red lips make one want to embrace and kiss her passionately. It is this kind of woman who always makes me burn with desire, unable to control myself. Since my father passed away two years ago, my mother's cheerful personality has gradually become depressed, and she rarely smiles. She used to laugh constantly when talking to people, but now she presents herself as an icy beauty. I see all this, and it hurts my heart. Why is this happening? I must help my mother cheer up and not become a prisoner of sorrow. Starting last year, I began to collect information about my mother, such as what kind of clothes she liked, what kind of cosmetics she liked, what kind of food she liked… Finally, three months ago, when I was collecting information in my mother's bedroom, I unexpectedly found a thong in the drawer where my mother kept her underwear. This was terrible. I remembered seeing sexy pictures on some pornographic websites and reading in some erotic novels that said women with a lustful heart have a preference for thongs. Could my mother be like that? So, I decided to change my information gathering about my mother to observing her, even spying on her. When I thought of this, my heart started pounding, and suddenly the word "incest" flashed into my mind. Oh my god, how could I have such a thought? It was so wrong of me. I cursed myself inwardly: Are you even human? She's your mother, how could you do this to her? Forget it, I should just give up on this idea. That night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, and the thought of "incest" kept popping into my head. So I went to the living room to get a drink of water. Since it was already 1 a.m., my mother was already asleep, so I tiptoed to the living room. Just as I was about to get some water, I suddenly heard a groan, it sounded like my mother's voice. I walked towards my mother's bedroom door to open it, only to find it unlocked and slightly ajar. Through the crack, I saw my mother looking at her own curvaceous, smooth, and full-figured body in the mirror. Her underwear and lingerie accentuated her allure and sex appeal. From her firm breasts to her slender waist, from her rounded, shapely buttocks to her long, shapely legs, her sensual curves were something that girls who merely boasted of their youth could never match; it was the unique charm of a mature woman. She shook her head, letting her black hair fall casually behind her. Her soft, full breasts swayed, some protruding from her thin clothing, as if about to leap out of her bra. Seeing this, a surge of emotion welled up within me, an indescribable feeling relentlessly eroding me. "I want you, Mom. My lovely little lamb," I blurted out, though the words startled me. Why was this happening? No, I couldn't bear to watch any longer, but my feet wouldn't budge, I stood there motionless. At that moment, the actions inside the room became increasingly lewd. Mom lay on the bed, gently placing her hands on her soft, rounded breasts, kneading them. The white, tender muscles of her breasts gracefully curved from side to side beneath the black lace fabric. Her nipples, rubbing against the lace, caused a slight pain, so she slipped her hand inside her bra to touch her bright red nipples. She uttered intermittent, lascivious sounds: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah!" Her panties, covering her exciting, plump buttocks, were damp with fragrant sweat and love juice. The high-quality lace panties slipped down as Mom twisted her waist. My mother slowly lowered the hand that had been playing with her breasts to her most tender and sensitive spot, gently caressing it. Perhaps sensing the impending pleasure, she let out a scream, her entire body trembling with heat and excitement. At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself; reason was driven out by desire. My penis was already swollen, the pressure within me making it impossible to control, like a dormant volcano about to erupt. I pushed open the door and slowly took off my clothes, trying not to disturb my mother's lewd act. As I undressed, my eyes were fixed on my mother's beautiful body, like a hunter eyeing its prey. My mother seemed unaware of my entry, continuing her performance to satisfy her lust. Just as her vulva opened wide in pleasure, I seized the opportunity to insert my penis. Only then did my mother realize I was in the room, and that I was taking advantage of her sweat-covered body. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands, shouting, "Xiaolong, how could you do this? I'm your mother! Get away from me!" But I was already in a desperate situation, how could I pay attention to my mother's scolding? I grabbed her hands tightly and slapped her hard across the face, like in a rape movie. This slap stunned her; she didn't move her hands, didn't say a word, and stared at me blankly. Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, all these years, is this how you treat yourself? Why didn't you tell me? I would have taken good care of you." As I said this, I deliberately moved slowly inside her womb for a while. Perhaps her body was too sensitive, or perhaps it had been too long since she had sex with a man, her body trembled slightly, and soon my penis, still inside her womb, felt a warm current rush to the glans. It felt so good, a tingling, numb sensation, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. My mother seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, no longer resisting my thrusts, but instead closely cooperating with my movements. Under my relentless assault, her exquisitely beautiful body suddenly stiffened, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, her rounded arms tightly embracing me, her private parts contracting. Then, she opened her fragrant mouth and let out a soft moan, followed by a release of vaginal fluid from deep within, gushing onto my glans. Only then did my mother reopen her fragrant lips: "Little Dragon, would you do this to your mother?" Then, tears welled in her beautiful eyes, and her shoulders trembled. "Mom, don't cry. I know you've endured so much all these years, and you haven't been happy since Dad died. I wanted to do something to cheer you up, to stop your sorrow, but when I saw you masturbating just now, I couldn't help myself..." I whispered. "I'll take responsibility for you. I'll make you happy, I'll make you the happiest woman in the world. Rouqian, enjoy yourself from now on." Without realizing it, I called out my mother's name. My mother blushed, her pretty cheeks flushed, and her bright, alluring eyes closed, unable to look at me again. Her shy demeanor was captivating. "Since things have come to this, I'll let you have your way. But you must treat me well, A-Long." I was surprised that my mother would call me that, and my heart fluttered again. I lowered my head, my lips meeting her soft, rosy lips, rubbing them back and forth, and gently licking them with my tongue. My mother felt aroused, her desire awakening, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly. I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue into my mother's fragrant, moist mouth, moving it around like a fish. At that moment, my previously limp penis hardened again, throbbing against her warm flesh. My mother felt the hardness and heat of my penis, her heart pounding with desire, and she involuntarily met my tongue with her delicate, sweet tongue, licking it. We licked each other, until finally we were intertwined, inseparable. My tongue was busy, and my hands didn't rest either. My left hand grasped and kneaded my mother's full, soft, and elastic breasts, while my right hand roamed over her alabaster-white, shapely body. Panting, Mom withdrew her tongue from her mouth, her desire blazing as she said, "Ah Long, I want you." This was undoubtedly the order to charge. I thrust my hips up and down, my penis pumping in and out of her wetness. I felt my penis and glans being caressed by the tender flesh of Mom's honeypot. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over me like ocean currents.The allure of domestically produced high-quality goods surged through my mind, spreading to every part of my body. My mother groaned, "I...I...I'm going to cum..." a hint of wantonness in her eyes. Hearing these lewd words, I thrust harder. At that moment, a joyful, satisfied smile appeared on her delicate face as she released her pent-up desire. The passionate night passed, but countless passionate days followed for me and my beloved.

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