I am my mother's medicine

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I am my mother's medicine. My mother, Gina, is a perfect woman, except for one problem. She was diagnosed with mild depression, an illness that often plagues single or widowed women. Most people are somewhat familiar with this condition, and as a rule of thumb, treating it requires more than just scientific methods; it also requires "heart." My name is Bobby. One day, I was quite surprised when my mother told me she had made an appointment with a psychiatrist, and the doctor wanted me to accompany her. Of course, I wouldn't refuse. Since my father's death in the war five years ago, my mother had been consumed by grief, and I knew how much pain she was in. Before continuing the story, I should give you a brief self-introduction. My mother is 38 years old, about five feet nine inches tall, with red hair, a 36C bust, long legs, and striking blue-green eyes. She takes excellent care of her figure, regularly going to the gym. I, on the other hand, am 18 years old, six feet four inches tall, with brown hair and emerald-green eyes. And of course, I'm also quite well-built. Actually, my mother often noticed me staring at her figure, my eyes filled with admiration and desire. Whenever she bent over, my penis would become erect, my heart would race at the sight, and I'd be filled with admiration for my mother's round, firm buttocks. One time, she noticed me staring at her alluring rear. That day, when she came home, my eyes lit up. She was wearing a red top, a knee-length black skirt, and red high heels. I was watching a football game, but when she entered the living room and bent down to gather the laundry, my gaze left the television. I was staring at her buttocks as if mesmerized, completely forgetting where I was. Unsurprisingly, she easily noticed my gaze. Later, she asked me to come to her bedroom for a chat. "Bobby, I noticed you seemed to be staring at me when I was gathering the laundry? Do you enjoy what you see?" The sudden question caught me off guard; I knew my fondness for admiring her body had been exposed. “Mom, I don’t think I can deny it, I did look at your butt. Can you forgive me?” “Bobby, you know I love you, so I want you to know I don’t mean to blame you. I think sons often have an Oedipus complex, so fantasizing about having sex with their mothers is probably normal. I want you to know I don’t mind your actions at all; I think it’s normal, but I hope you don’t tell anyone. You know what I mean, Bobby?” “I know, Mom. Thank you for your understanding, for letting me continue to appreciate your beauty. But… to be honest, I wish I could appreciate it more.” “Really? Bobby. I’m really happy you said I’m beautiful, Mom’s getting old. Since your father died in the war five years ago, I haven’t been interested in sex. I think this is something the doctor is going to discuss with us.” “I think we’ll have an answer to your speculation by tomorrow morning, Mom.” “Honey, it’s time for bed. Give me a goodnight kiss.” I hugged my mom and kissed her forehead lightly. Then, I went back to my bedroom. Lying in bed, I found my mind filled with my mother’s buttocks. That night, I probably masturbated three times. I kept imagining my mother naked. Is her genitals covered in black hair or completely bare? What position does she prefer? Is anal sex acceptable? I thought everything would be answered after seeing the doctor tomorrow. The next day, I wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, waiting for my mother to come downstairs. Twenty minutes later, she appeared, and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw her. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt, a purple top, sheer stockings, and black high heels about four inches high. As I admired her attire, my genitals immediately reacted. She knew what kind of effect she had on me; she immediately tried on my pants and saw the bulge in my crotch. She smiled at me as she came downstairs. My mother knew that her clothes impressed me and that I was willing to do anything for her. However, we didn't have time for small talk; we were about to be late for our appointment with the doctor. After arriving at the hospital, we rushed to the outpatient clinic and began discussing my mother's condition. His idea was that my mother's condition was not simple, and that her mental problems might be caused by the prolonged lack of sex. If it wasn't addressed soon, her condition could worsen. “I’ve thought about it carefully, and this is my suggestion. First, I hope Bobby will participate in the entire treatment with you, and I hope you two will fully cooperate with each other. And as long as your physical strength allows, I hope you and Bobby will have sex as much as possible. The more you have sex, the greater your chances of recovery. Do you two have any opinions?” “Then what kind of sex should we have?” “That’s up to you. The key is that you must be genuinely involved and approach this with humor. This way, you can relax and face so-called moral constraints with ease. Also, you should try to experience orgasms as much as possible; the more you experience, the greater your chances of recovery. So, don’t forget to add some fun elements during your sex life.” On the way home, we didn’t say a word. I was curious about what my mother was thinking. At the same time, countless questions were swirling in my mind. Would she really agree to have sex with me? Would she accept anything I did? What would she be like in bed? Several hours later, we finally arrived home. We got out of the car and went inside. I didn’t know what to do next, but Mom seemed to have already thought of something. Less than a few seconds after the door closed, she hugged me and gave me a passionate French kiss I'd never experienced before. While we were kissing, she slipped her hand inside my jeans and played with my penis. I suddenly felt like I was about to ejaculate. But then she stopped abruptly and told me to meet her in her bedroom in fifteen minutes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Once Mom was out of my sight, I quickly stripped naked and stood in the living room, then looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite confident in my physique. When erect, my penis was about nine inches long, not thick, but very hard. The waiting was agonizing, so I couldn't help but run upstairs to my mother's bedroom. She was wearing a set of lingerie made by Victoria's Secret. There were purple garter belts, purple stockings, and a purple thong. And on top of that, she wore open-toed high heels. In my fantasies, there was a stunningly beautiful woman, and now she was standing right in front of me. “Mom, you’re so beautiful!” “Bobby, we should take it slow. After all, I haven’t made love in a long time.” “Mom, don’t worry, I’ll do whatever you say.” I slowly walked behind her and gently kissed her neck. Through the mirror, I saw her lips slightly parted, and through my ears, I heard her breathing quicken. As I continued kissing, from her neck down, her panting grew louder. I changed position and came to stand in front of her. What I saw before me astonished me. Her full, round breasts weren’t overly sagging, and the nipples were firm in the center. This beautiful sight made me stop in my tracks. Then, I heard my mother’s voice, interrupting my thoughts. “Darling, what’s wrong?” “Mom, your breasts are so beautiful!” My mother smiled and winked at me playfully. She began to play with her nipples, making them more erect. Then, she buried my head between her breasts. Naturally, I began to suckle her nipples, sometimes licking and sometimes gently biting them. In my tenderness, her moans quickened. I kissed her abdomen, then lowered my head to her panties. I quickly pulled them off, eager to admire my mother's honeypot. Kneeling before her, she was my goddess. "Bobby, I hope you don't mind, I trimmed my pubic hair to wear these sexy panties." My mother's words were powerful, almost making me ejaculate instantly. Luckily, it was only a near miss. I didn't answer, but led my mother to the bed. I couldn't wait to taste her flesh. The moment my tongue touched her labia, my mother cried out. I began to lick frantically, trying to penetrate her as deeply as possible. So delicious! That was my thought. I quickly found her clitoris and began my attack. The attack was clearly effective; I felt her juices flowing into my mouth. At this moment, my mother was overflowing with lust, and her juices were flowing freely.The Chinese subtitles were uncensored, and her secretions moistened my mouth. This was the sweetest drink I had ever tasted! At this point, there was no turning back. She had become my slave, only able to obey my commands. I pressed her body down, spread her legs, and raised her knees to her abdomen. Then, I aimed my glans at her cunt and slowly moved forward, preparing to insert my penis into her hot and wet cunt. Finally, my penis slid into her body, and I received my reward—a joyful cry from my mother. "Slower, gentler, baby. There's plenty of time, we should try to prolong this pleasure as much as possible, don't finish too quickly." "Mom, I'll remember tonight. I'll do it well for you, I'll try to do it for as long as possible." "Don't hold back too much either. If you really can't hold back, just cum. I have contraception, so you don't need to worry. Do it well, baby, you're the only person in this world who can cure me!" "Listening to my mother, I began to slowly thrust in and out, feeling the warm, moist embrace of her flesh. Her skin was something I had never touched before. Over the next hour, my mother probably orgasmed more than ten times. And with each orgasm, she would scream and roar. 'Oh, so good, darling. Keep fucking Mommy's pussy! Mommy wants you to go slower, deeper, harder!' 'I've been doing it for an hour.' 'Don't stop, keep going. Kiss my nipples, give me hot kisses, until I come again. Then, we can have the next kind of sex.' 'Mom, what next kind of sex?' 'You'll find out.'" "Continuing to fuck my mother's cunt, I suddenly felt my scrotum tighten. With each thrust, I was closer to ejaculation. So, I began my final sprint, fucking my mother hard and fast. Finally, I ejaculated, releasing hot semen into my mother's body. After I finished, my mother let out a heavy sigh. I thought, I've used up a year's worth of semen. A moment later, I saw white liquid flowing from my mother's cunt, soaking the sheets. I caught my breath, then held my mother and lay down beside her. She leaned against my chest, looking exhausted and drowsy. I didn't disturb her, just quietly waiting for tomorrow, anticipating tomorrow's passion."

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