Mom, my big cock is willing to serve you every day.

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Weekends are supposed to be fun, but the sweltering heat makes you not want to move. But lying around quietly is too boring. What to do? Oh, right, Mom confiscated two pornographic comics from me. Why not take advantage of her absence and enjoy them?

I went to Mom's room and carefully searched every corner, even checking the closet where she keeps her underwear twice, but nothing came of it. Just as I was about to give up, a small box on top of the closet caught my eye. This was my last hope. Although Mom wouldn't put it so conspicuously, often the most dangerous place is the safest.

I carried a stool over and easily retrieved the box. Opening it, sure enough, there it was—the comics. The contents of the box deeply captivated me: a dark, oily female vibrator lay there quietly, next to several unopened male condoms. As a posthumous child, I could understand my mother's needs, but I still curiously picked it up and played with it. Oh, it was electric.

Inside the box was a book with a cover featuring a woman in only a bikini, striking a provocative pose. While the woman wasn't particularly beautiful, she possessed a certain allure. Wow, it was a collection of nude photographs of women. Judging from the clothing, the book was quite old. But that didn't matter; the people who bought it weren't interested in the women's clothes, but rather in seeing women without clothes.

This wasn't a celebrity photobook, but a hodgepodge of images: six women, each occupying a few pages. These women included a teacher, a nurse, a young married woman, a student, and a tea-picking woman. In the photos, they slowly removed their clothes one by one, striking various provocative poses, flaunting their alluring bodies. Beside them were small print introducing their information: age, occupation, measurements, hobbies, ideals, etc. I doubted most of it was true.

With this book, the other two comics had to take a backseat. Lying on my mother's bed, I slowly savored the beauty and sexiness of the women: the maturity of the young women, the purity of the nurses, the beauty of the teachers, and the scenery on the tea mountain and the generous tea-picking women. Perhaps due to the times, the women in the book didn't spread their legs like women do now, letting you explore their "mysteries," but their snow-white bodies, full breasts, round buttocks, and slender legs were enough to make me involuntarily reach into my pants and stroke my hard, big penis.

Before I knew it, I'd reached the last one. It was a female student, quite young-looking. Wait, her angelic face looked so familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before. Let me check her introduction: Zhang Meimei. That sounds like my mom's name. My mom's name is Dong Hongjun, age: 23, occupation: student, measurements: 34B-34, height: 163cm. Looking closer, this woman looks a bit like my mom. Then I see the publication date—ah, exactly eighteen years ago! My mom was 23 then too. This woman looks more and more like my mom, but… is she really my mom? Thinking about it, my mom now really does resemble that woman, except she's taller, has a more voluptuous figure, and possesses a more mature charm and sexiness. Could it be that the Chinese subtitles say the busty, ageless beauty's mom was a photo model in her youth? Right, my mom, a fashion designer, also often models, doesn't she? No… no… those are two different professions, yet they seem to have a slight connection.

Strangely, if it wasn't my mother, why would she have kept this book?

Sigh, how could I know what happened eighteen years ago?

The woman in the book brought me pleasure, but also shocked me. Thinking about it, what if it was my mother? I wasn't even born then. Perhaps she had some difficulties, perhaps it was her preference, perhaps… Thinking about it, I stopped thinking and slowly began to admire the young "mother," my hand unconsciously playing with my large penis. Soon, under the temptation of the young "mother," I ejaculated with pleasure. My mother

came home in the afternoon, and I paid more attention to her than ever before. Only now, after all these years, have I realized that my mother doesn't look old at all. Although she's thirty-four, she looks like a woman in her mid-twenties. She not only has an angelic face, but her fiery figure is the object of every man's desire: full, firm breasts, a slender waist, a flat stomach, round buttocks, and long, beautiful legs. I'm not exaggerating; describing her as a stunner wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Because I'm my mother's only relative, she cares for me a lot and has never scolded or argued with me. However, she's quite strict about my studies, as I'm her only hope. I respect her and never make things difficult for her. Although I sometimes read pornographic comics and watch pornographic movies, my grades haven't fallen out of the top ten in my grade. Those things are just a way to relax during the boring school life, and it's understandable for teenagers to be curious about these things.

I kept an eye on my mother, but didn't notice anything. However, the more I looked at her, the more she resembled the "young mother" in the book. It seems impossible to figure this out all at once; I'll have to take it slowly.

The next day, my mother didn't seem to notice that I had touched her things. She made breakfast as usual, woke me up, and got me ready for work... As soon as I arrived at school, I immediately found someone because I needed his help. His surname was Cao, and his given name was Bin. I called him Abin. He was my classmate and best friend.

I asked him for help not because he was smart, but because his family lived in a rather unusual area—an adult street filled with teahouses, massage parlors, restaurants, sex shops, and brothels—it's our red-light district.

Ah Bin shouldn't have studied here; he's not from this district. But the schools in his district are terrible. Unofficially, 40% of the violent incidents involving students in the city's 36 middle schools occur there. It's not a place for studying; it's practically a breeding ground for gangsters. But there's no way to study there. It's a red-light district, and many parents have low, or even no, levels of education. They don't care about their children, so how can the schools manage them? As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. Gradually, even the "one hand" disappeared. Now, it's become the city's middle school with the "three worsts": lowest college entrance rate, highest dropout rate, and, of course, the highest injury and death rate.

I heard Ah Bin's parents were involved in prostitution when they were young, but they wisely sent their son to our school. Although Ah Bin hasn't made them proud, at least he doesn't have any scars yet.

I found Ah Bin and told him about the book, without mentioning my mother. I said I wanted to find Zhang Meimei's photo album, and he immediately agreed. It was too easy for him, since his family owned a shop that specialized in selling pornographic books and DVDs. I'd been there before; they had so many amazing things, it was dazzling. Ah Bin said their shop was the biggest and most professional in the red-light district. When I got home from

school, my mother wasn't back yet. I racked my brains, thinking of a way to prove it was her. Oh, right, I could see if there were any "marks" or anything like that between them.

So I pulled out the photo album again, and sure enough, there was a red scar. Zhang Meimei in the book had a red scar the size of a matchbox on her left buttock, like a birthmark, or maybe something else? But this was already a very important discovery. Now it was time to prove it was my mother. But how? I couldn't just say, "Mom, I want to see your butt." Well, it seemed I'd have to "peep."

Before my mother came home, I had to prepare.

I went to the bathroom to see if I could use anything, and finally I found a small hole in the bathroom door. I tried looking through it, and it worked! Plus, I couldn't see out from the inside. What a stroke of luck!

There's a little hole in my bathroom door; how come I never noticed it before? I wonder if Mom noticed it?

Maybe she already did, but she didn't care. After all, being wary of her own son seems unnecessary.

As I was thinking this, Mom came back, carrying a big bag of groceries. Looks like she went to the supermarket.

Mom sat on the sofa, looking exhausted. I immediately went behind her and started massaging her shoulders. I'd never done this before; it was a sudden thought. This way, I could not only show my filial piety without arousing her suspicion, but also sneak a peek at her cleavage through her collar.

"Xiao Bao, the sun must have risen in the west today," Mom said, somewhat surprised by my actions.

"No."

"Then have you gotten into trouble with your studies?" Mom was very clever, but unfortunately, she couldn't guess.

"Mom, why are you so materialistic? I just wanted to show you my respect."

"Really? Show me your report card."

"Didn't you just see it the day before yesterday?"

"Oh, right, Xiao Bao, don't blame me for nagging, but you know you're my only son..." Mom was going on and on.

While talking to my mother to distract her, I brazenly peeked into the depths of her collar. Although I didn't get much, the deep cleavage and the hint of her bra were enough to make my penis incredibly aroused. Luckily, there was a thick sofa between my lower body and my mother's back, otherwise… After dinner, I went to review my lessons. My mother would go take a shower soon, as she always watched her 8 o'clock TV series after her shower.

I hid in my room, unable to concentrate on my studies, just enduring the torment of time, all to create the illusion that my mother was at ease.

I timed it perfectly and went to the bathroom door. The sound of running water told me my chance had come. I immediately and quietly pressed my face against the door, peeking through the small hole… I saw my mother standing naked under the showerhead, her snow-white body glistening with water, her skin rosy and translucent, her alluring figure making my blood boil.

My mother's breasts were large, round, and very firm, showing no sign of sagging. Seeing them constantly changing shape with her movements, I knew they were still very soft. If only… Besides her breasts, my mother was excellent in every other way: a flat stomach, a round bottom, and long, beautiful legs. All of this combined made her a true beauty. Compared to that, those so-called "sex bombshells" and "glamorous actresses" seemed rather vulgar.

Oh… why did I think of that? I came here to find "evidence."

I snapped out of my reverie and focused my attention on my mother's left buttock. Hey… left turn… right turn… ah… so there was a red spot on my mother's buttock too. I wasn't mistaken, was I? Maybe it was the steam in the bathroom. I looked again… yes… there really was a red spot.

Could the girl in the book be my mother? But why...? Although the red spot was confirmed, I didn't leave immediately. My feet wouldn't leave; the allure of the bathroom was too tempting. My mother was caressing her body, turning back and forth, as if displaying her beauty to me. What a ruthless temptation!

Slowly, my hand involuntarily reached into my pants, soothing my raging penis. I admit I shouldn't be doing this, but I felt I had no choice... I don't know how much time passed before my mother finished drying herself, and I quickly ran back to my room.

Looking at the book, my mind was filled with images of my mother's body, just like the first time I watched porn. I

thought about it, and decided I couldn't jump to conclusions based on just one red spot; maybe there was something else... Before I knew it, it was late at night. My mother was asleep, and I was sleepy too, but I hadn't taken a shower yet.

Just as I came out of the shower, something strange happened… Passing by my mother's room, an extremely beautiful sound brushed past my ears. The sound was both familiar and strange. Familiar because I felt like I'd heard it somewhere before—right, in an adult film. Strange because it came from my mother's room.

I couldn't help but think of the vibrator in the box from yesterday. Was my mother masturbating? I gently turned the lock on my mother's door, locking it from the inside, but my mother rarely locks the door.

Although I wanted to confirm it, actually, I just wanted to see, but I couldn't very well kick the door open to peek at my mother.

Back in my room, I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was filled with my mother's body: her full breasts, her round buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined my mother masturbating—sometimes sitting, sometimes lying down, sometimes prone, even waving at me… Although it was just a fantasy, it felt so real, causing my big penis to "protest" again. Of course, the task of calming it down had to be assigned to my left and right hands.

Suddenly, something occurred to me. Oh…right, even though Mom closed the door, the window above it wasn't covered. Imagine if she had the light on; the room light reflecting off the glass would make me appear dark while Mom would be in the light. If she wasn't looking carefully, she wouldn't see me.

But how could I spy on my own mother like that? After hesitating for a few seconds, I still carried my stool to Mom's door.

Standing on the stool, I saw Mom lying sprawled on the bed, her nightgown bunched up to her waist. She was fiddling with a black vibrator between her legs in one hand, and kneading her large breasts with the other. She was constantly twisting her sexy, mature body, her face a mixture of bitterness and sweetness.

Watching Mom's earnest "performance," I braced myself against the wall with one hand and reached into my pants with the other. I swear, this scene was more exciting than any porn I'd ever seen.

Suddenly, Mom rolled over, lying face down on the bed. She slowly raised her round, large buttocks, pulled out the vibrator

, and placed it aside. She then began to caress her mysterious vulva with her hand. Unfortunately, it was too far away for me to see her vulva clearly, but I could already feel its wantonness. I looked at the wet, still-moving vibrator beside Mom and thought, "If only I were that vibrator, I could bring happiness to Mom, and actually, pleasure to myself too."

Watching Mom's lewd performance, I became increasingly excited. If that wasn't my mother, I would definitely rush in and have my way with her. If Mom agreed, I would go in too… How could I think of that… Just looking is already outrageous, yet I still had such fantasies. What's wrong with me? Do I love Mom too much?

After some time, Mom probably reached her climax and was too tired to move. I could only quietly return to my room, my large penis still erect.

Lying in bed, I rubbed my erect penis while recalling everything I had witnessed that night. My object of masturbation had changed from my "young mother" to my mature mother. I didn't want this, but I couldn't pull myself out of it. After a brief moment of relief, I fell asleep, exhausted.

This disrupted my peaceful life. At home, whenever my mother was around, my eyes would constantly wander over her body. Peeping at her while she showered became my nightly "homework," followed by fantasies of her masturbating, and finally, self-reproach.

Although I felt ashamed and uneasy after each masturbation, the next morning I would be immersed in these illicit fantasies again.

One day, Ah Bin called me to the bathroom.

"I found what you wanted," he said, pulling a book wrapped in newspaper from his clothes.

I opened it and saw it was "Fire Phoenix." This was a long-established erotic magazine. Ah… the cover prominently featured a beautiful young woman wearing only a bikini—wasn't that my mother?

Below the cover were several eye-catching words: "Special Recommendation—The Private Life of Beautiful Young Girl Zhang Xiaomei."

I flipped to the middle pages, where there were numerous explicit photos of my mother—casual shots, semi-nude photos, fully nude photos… But I didn't dare look too closely. I flipped through them and put them away, especially with Ah Bin present.

"There's no photo album, only this," Ah Bin said.

"It's okay, this is enough, thank you. How much?" I replied.

"What's wrong with this? Why are you talking about money? Are we brothers?"

"Of course."

"That's good then."

I really didn't know how to thank Abin, nor what to say. I thought any polite words would be superfluous, so I nodded.

"Is that your mother?" Abin's sudden question startled me.

How did he know? Could it be...? I looked at Abin in surprise, and Abin looked at me too. Strangely, there was no contempt in Abin's eyes, which I hadn't expected.

"I know your mother's name is also Zhang Xiaomei." Abin also noticed my helplessness.

I thought since we were friends, I might as well be straightforward, so I nodded.

Abin also nodded, then patted my shoulder and said helplessly, "Actually, my mother was a hostess when she was young."

It turned out that Abin and I were in the same boat; our mothers both had some less-than-honorable pasts.

"We didn't have a choice," I comforted Abin.

"Even if I had a choice, I wouldn't regret it." Abin's words filled me with emotion.

"Me too..." Although Abin wouldn't accept my money, to thank him, I still treated him to McDonald's, which was right next to our school.

At noon, after we finished eating, Ah Bin went to buy something, and I went back to the classroom first. As soon as I entered, I saw several male classmates smiling at me, and they were leering at me.

I returned to my seat, bewildered. Oh no, someone had touched my drawer, and my book… my copy of "Fire Phoenix" was gone! I looked up, and then even more people were laughing at me, their smiles even more lewd… I slammed my hand on the desk, stood up, and said, "Who took my book?"

They didn't answer. I looked around; it seemed like everyone with a lewd expression on their face could have taken my book, but at least I was certain they had all read it.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere gradually became tense. Perhaps they sensed my seriousness and anger, so they toned down their lewd expressions.

Suddenly, a book was slammed onto my desk. Ah Hui, the class bully, was sitting with his legs crossed, nonchalantly saying, "What's the rush? It's just borrowing it to look at, what's the big deal?"

"You…" I wanted to yell at him, but thinking of my mother, I didn't want to make a scene.

I ignored him. Ah Hui was no good; he was a rich kid who thought he was something special. He'd bribed a few greedy classmates and acted like a bully at school, showing no respect even to the teachers. I'd disliked him for a long time, but thankfully we hadn't had a direct confrontation yet, so I'd let him have his way today.

But Ah Hui seemed determined to get me today. As soon as I put my book down, he grinned at me and said, "Hey, is that your mom? Why are you so nervous?"

I stared at Ah Hui, suppressing my anger, but he persisted.

"Your mom's got big tits, ha..."

"Ha..."

Ah Hui and his cronies burst into laughter. Looking at their ugly faces, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I jumped up and rushed towards Ahui, then, imitating Bruce Lee from TV, I delivered a flying kick. It wasn't that I was particularly fast; Ahui was simply stunned by my action. He stood frozen, completely unresponsive. I kicked him in the chest, and he immediately stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground. Before he and his cronies could even react, I grabbed a stool and started smashing it down on that bastard.

At that moment, my mind was consumed by a burning rage of revenge. Suddenly, a strong body grabbed me. I thought it was one of Ahui's henchmen and was about to shake him off when I realized it was the teacher… So, I spent the entire afternoon in the disciplinary office, of course, with Ahui. The teacher questioned me, but I wouldn't say a word. Ahui didn't dare to say anything either; I didn't know if he was afraid of me or something else.

When the teacher couldn't get any information out of me, he called my mother.

What am I supposed to do? What should I say? Should I tell her the truth—that I fought because of her nude photos? No way, that would hurt her even more… But what else can I say?

Dragging my heavy steps, I returned home. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, arms crossed, fuming. When she saw me, she immediately turned her head away.

I walked up to her, unsure what to say. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. Because her arms were tightly pressed against her ample breasts, I could see an alluring cleavage at her neckline, rising and falling with her breath.

Suddenly, my mother turned around, and I immediately lowered my head. Luckily, I reacted quickly.

“What have you been doing today?” my mother asked sharply.

"Mom...I..." I still didn't know what to say.

"I work so hard to support your education, and how could you be so naughty, even hitting a classmate..." Mom was clearly very angry, her voice trembling slightly. "You...tell me why you hit someone?"

The question I least wanted to hear had finally come up. I made up my mind: I'd rather die than tell.

I lowered my head, remaining silent. After Mom gave me a long lecture, she also fell silent.

Although I had made a mistake, Mom still cooked me a delicious meal. After dinner, we were back to normal. I never thought things would be resolved so easily.

Before going to bed that night, I took out the book "The Phoenix" and slowly savored it.

The "mother" in the book is no longer the innocent schoolgirl from the last one, but she's still beautiful, and has gained a touch of mature womanly charm. These photos seem to be a collection of her life. The first few pages are pure and beautiful snapshots of her daily life; she's wearing casual clothes, at home, on the street, in the park, striking very ordinary and simple poses. While there's nothing stimulating, the feeling is beautiful, pure, and indescribably refreshing.

Gradually, the "mother" in the book takes off her clothes, showing her beautiful and sexy body in the bathroom, on the beach, and on a mountaintop. She strikes various wanton poses, sometimes holding her breasts, sometimes raising her leg, her charming smile seemingly saying to the reader, "Look...am I beautiful...?" Looking at the mother in the book, I thought of my real mother. How wonderful it would be if she could do this in front of me.

Thinking and looking, my hand couldn't help but reach for my protesting, erect penis.

But the best was yet to come. Suddenly, the mother in the book appeared on a large bed, sitting there with her legs spread wide. A man gently grasped her full, firm breasts from behind. Who was that man? I couldn't see his face, but he was quite strong. Never mind, I was there for the mother. As long as the mother was there,

that was enough. The mother and the man in the book struck various lovemaking positions, offering her most mysterious and sacred vulva to the readers. Although the man's large penis was only placed near the mother's vulva, her lukewarm expression perfectly conveyed the woman's wanton side.

I rubbed my penis, fantasizing about passionately making love with the "mother" in the book—oral sex, breast sex, me on top and her on the bottom, me on the bottom and her on top, from the front, from behind. The "mother" in the book was like a harlot, letting me ravish her… Suddenly, a "bang" jolted me awake from my blissful fantasy.

I saw my mother standing in the doorway, her face full of anger. I quickly pulled the blanket up to cover my embarrassing lower body.

Just then, my mother darted forward, picked up the book "The Phoenix" that had fallen to the ground, and said sternly, "You fought with someone over this?!

Damn it! That kid Ahui is so sneaky. He must have told on me after I left. I'm doomed now."

My mother flipped through the book "The Phoenix" and her face immediately changed from anger to surprise. I think her surprise was no less than that of seeing an alien... Seeing my mother like this, I felt so regretful and didn't know what to say. At least, arguing would be useless.

Mom closed the book, slowly lowered her head, as if deep in thought, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. Slowly, I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Mom cried silently, and my heart ached. How could I be so despicable… After a while, Mom softly said to me, “Come to my room.”

I followed Mom to her room. Mom wiped the tears from her face and said to me with feigned strength, “Sit… Xiaobao, since there are some things I can’t hide from you, it’s better… You have to be strong.”

Sitting on the bed, I kept guessing what Mom wanted me to know, what else could I possibly know?

I saw Mom take out that old photo album, flip to the page with the beautiful schoolgirl, take a deep breath, hand the book to me, and say, “This is me. I was only 16 years old that year.”

Although I had already guessed it, something still lingered in my heart. It was both comfortable and uncomfortable. I was comfortable because Mom was so beautiful, but uncomfortable because I didn’t know what I would do after knowing Mom’s past.

I only glanced at the book twice because Mom was watching my expression the whole time.

Mom pointed to the book "The Phoenix" and said, "That's me too, and that man is your father."

Good heavens, what was going on? I couldn't believe my father was the burly man in the book, flaunting his large penis.

I couldn't understand. Mom seemed to see through my confusion and slowly said, "Bao Bao, Mom and Dad did this for no other reason than money—money for your education. Back then, Mom's family was very poor, and so was your father's. We had no choice but to do this to ensure your education. In this society, being uneducated is more terrifying than being disabled. Your father and I both understand this; it's something no one can escape… That's why I'm so strict with you regarding your studies…"

Mom started sobbing, but I didn't know what to do.

After a while, Mom continued, "I love your father, and your father loves me too. We wanted to work together and support each other through life, but unexpectedly… just six months after we finished making that book… your father was hit by a car…"

Mom couldn't hold back her tears, and I don't know where I got the courage, but I hugged her tightly.

“Abao… Mom knows… I’m sorry… but it’s still…” Mom sobbed as she spoke.

“Mom, I understand,” I quickly comforted her.

“Then… that’s good… you won’t blame… Mom, will you?”

“No.”

“And you won’t blame… your father?”

“No, I will be proud of your will.”

“Then… then Mom can… rest assured…”

Although the problem was solved, Mom still clung to me, showing no intention of leaving. I didn’t want to give up this opportunity for “intimate” contact with Mom. I felt Mom’s body still trembling slightly, and what was even more “annoying” was that Mom’s full breasts were also trembling and launching waves of “attacks” against my chest. Enjoying Mom’s soft, fleshy mounds, my big penis protested again at the wrong time. What should I do? I could only pray that God wouldn’t let Mom find out.

But God just likes to play tricks on people or what? Just then, Mom’s hand inadvertently brushed across my lower abdomen, or rather, across my hard penis.

Mom seemed to have noticed something. She quickly and gently pushed me away, her face flushed and head bowed, looking a little flustered. Actually, I felt the same way.

"Mom...it's nothing...I'll...go back to my room first..." What could I say in such an awkward situation?

"Wait..." Suddenly, Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I have something to say."

I sat down next to Mom again. She smoothed her hair and smiled kindly, saying, "Abao, what were you...doing just now?"

"Just...just now?" How could I explain?

"I mean, in your room."

"I...just now...I..." Could it be that Mom...? "Don't be nervous, Mom saw everything, but I didn't expect..."

"Mom...I'm sorry..."

"At your age, I understand your needs. Tell me, were you looking at my photos and masturbating?" As she spoke, Mom placed her hand on my head and gently stroked me, as if encouraging me.

I don't know why, but I nodded.

"Mom understands that too. I don't object to you adjusting yourself, but..." Mom suddenly stopped talking.

I looked at my mother with suspicion. There was no contempt or blame on her face, only a kind smile.

My mother continued, "Child, a man's genitals are a highly concentrated area of nerves, and a woman's hands are different from a man's. Have you thought about that? Sometimes you use your hands too much; will there be any side effects later?"

How could I, so focused on momentary pleasure, have thought of that! Hearing my mother say this, I was genuinely a little scared.

"Then what...what should I do?" I managed to get the words out. Usually, I would imagine what I would do with my mother, but now I felt completely lost.

My mother smiled slightly at me: "Let Mom help you, okay?"

What did that mean? How could she help me? I had thought about this countless times, but this was reality... Could it be that Mom... "Mom... you... you mean... us..." At this moment, Mom sealed my lips with a finger and whispered, "Shh... this is our secret..."

As she spoke, Mom took my hand and placed it on her breast. I mustered my courage and gently pinched it. The soft feeling immediately traveled through my fingers to my brain. It felt amazing... I still couldn't believe it was real. I looked at Mom, and she was smiling at me, as if saying, "Come on... child... this is yours... do whatever you want with it..."

Mom also noticed my doubts. She immediately unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her proud breasts to me. Mom's breasts were so big, even bigger than those in books, white and tender, and very perky. The two deep red nipples were like two rubies set on the peaks of her breasts.

I couldn't resist and pounced on my mother on the bed, grabbing her two big, fleshy mounds and kneading them back and forth, sucking on her alluring nipples like a child. My mother was amused by my actions and chuckled.

"Little Bao... don't rush... take it slow..." Although my mother said this, she held me tightly with both hands.

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away and said, "Little Bao, Mom has something else to say."

For my mother's sake, I had to hold back for now. My mother smiled and said, "Little Bao, Mom is doing this on conditions."

"What conditions?" I asked quickly.

"First, this is our secret, you can't tell anyone outside. "

I nodded sincerely.

"Second, you have to study hard from now on and listen to Mom."

"Of course."

"Third, you can't masturbate anymore, Mom can help you if you need it."

I nodded again.

"Fourth... I haven't thought of that yet, I'll tell you when I do, you have to promise, okay?"

"Understood."

"That's good."

As she spoke, Mom reached out and grabbed my large penis through my pants, exclaiming, "So big... Come on, take off your clothes..."

I quickly removed my clothes, and Mom was now naked before me.

Mom truly was a beauty; her full, firm breasts, slender waist, flat stomach, two long, white, shapely legs, and round buttocks were mesmerizing.

I pounced on Mom again, one hand kneading her large breasts, the other reaching between her legs to her mysterious area. Mom was already wet there. My fingers searched there, and suddenly my middle finger slipped into a wet, tight, slippery, and tender hole. This must be Mom's vagina.

At this moment, Mom's hand also grabbed my erect penis and slowly rubbed it. The feeling was much more pleasurable than playing with it myself.

No, I couldn't hold back any longer. I immediately spread my mother's legs and pressed the head of my penis against her vagina. Suddenly, I hesitated. Was this for real?

"Mom, can you tell me why?" I asked seriously.

"For you, for me, for your father," my mother replied seriously.

Although I didn't quite understand my mother's answer, I thought it was what she needed.

I thrust hard, and my large penis was immediately half-swallowed by my mother's vagina. The feeling was like drinking a cold drink on a hot summer day.

"Oh..." my mother groaned softly, the sound was very soft, but it was incredibly alluring.

"Little Bao... slow down... Mom... hasn't done this in a long time... it hurts a little..." Seeing my mother's slightly shy and painful expression, I felt sorry for her, so I slowly pulled out my penis and slowly inserted it again.

Slowly, my large penis could be completely inserted into my mother's vagina, and the painful expression on my mother's face disappeared, replaced by an expression of enjoyment.

I held my mother's beautiful legs, and my large penis moved freely in and out of her vagina.

"Oh...ah...so good...ah..." Mom couldn't help but moan ecstatically.

"Mom...I feel so good too..." I said.

"Oh...ah...that's good...oh..."

Suddenly I felt like I was about to lose control. What was wrong with me? I should tell Mom first.

"Mom...I...I..."

Mom saw my worried face and immediately knew what was going on. She lifted her two big breasts with both hands and said, "Come...come here..."

Isn't this breast play? I quickly put my big penis between Mom's big breasts. Mom immediately squeezed them together and started rubbing them hard. I also moved my buttocks involuntarily. My big penis moved back and forth between Mom's breasts. Mom would occasionally lift her head and kiss my glans. The feeling was so wonderful.

"Mom...how did you do this?" I asked curiously.

"Your dad likes it."

Dad is so great... Suddenly the urge to pee came again. Before I could say anything, a thick stream of semen shot onto Mom's face. Mom was so scared that she closed her eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry," I said embarrassedly.

Mom wiped the semen off her face, smiled at me, and said, "It's okay."

I never expected Mom to be so open-minded. Thanks again to Dad… I looked at my limp penis, hating myself for being so weak. Mom seemed to notice something. She grabbed my penis with one hand and stroked my head with the other, saying, "It's nothing, it's just like this the first time."

Saying that, Mom bent down and took my penis firmly into her mouth.

Oh… I was so happy, Mom was giving me oral sex… Mom sucked on my penis with relish, like a child eating a cold dog. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my penis, her lips rubbing back and forth. It felt so good.

Soon my penis regained its strength, and just as I was about to pounce on my mother again, she placed a hand on my chest and said, "Little Bao, don't rush, Mom will teach you."

With that, she straddled me, guiding my large penis with one hand, and then slowly sat down, aligning her vagina with the head of my penis. I looked up at my mother; although she had a mature and beautiful body, her face was as shy as a young girl's.

My mother's vagina gripped my penis, moving up and down rhythmically, the glistening love juice overflowing at our point of contact, appearing especially beautiful.

"Oh... Little Bao... Do you like it when Mom does this... ah?" my mother moaned.

“I like it…I like it so much…”

“Ah…Oh…You don’t…think that Mom…is…a…slutty…woman, do you…ah…”

“Of course not…you are my beloved mom…my dearest…even if you are slutty…you are still a slutty mom…”

“Ah…you’re naughty…making fun of Mom…ah…”

Mom’s two big breasts swayed up and down in front of me, like a mesmerizing sight, making me incredibly excited. So I grabbed them tightly and rubbed them vigorously, enjoying that intoxicating softness.

“Mom…are you tired?” Mom’s movements had slowed down without me realizing it, so I quickly asked.

“Oh…a little…ah…” Mom said.

"Then... let me serve you... okay?"

"Okay..."

I helped my mother up, making her kneel on the bed like a female dog. I then inserted my hot, thick penis into her vagina from behind, and with both hands, I pushed and pulled her round, plump buttocks. I watched my large penis swagger freely inside my mother's enchanting vagina, and I felt an indescribable sensation—sexual stimulation, the release of repression, the comfort of breaking taboos... or perhaps it was simply my love for my mother.

Gradually, under my relentless assault, my mother could no longer restrain herself and released her needs. Her movements became more and more proactive, her moans grew louder, and she spoke without any restraint.

“Oh…good son…ah…your big cock…so powerful…ah…Mommy feels so good…ah…”

“Mommy…if you need…I…am willing to serve you like this every day…”

“Oh ah…ah…me too…oh…harder…ah…so deep…ah…Little treasure…ah…Mommy likes…your big cock so much…ah…”

I twisted my hips desperately, trying to make every thrust hit Mommy’s clitoris. Mommy also twisted her body to match me. Every collision made a “slap…slap…” sound, which, along with Mommy’s moans, filled Mommy’s room.

“Mommy…I am yours…my big cock is yours too…if you like…come and take it anytime.”

“Oh…ah…good…you really are…Mommy’s good son…ah…”

Suddenly I felt a warm current spray onto my glans. I shivered and ejaculated my semen, a symbol of love, into Mommy’s body.

Mommy collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and I collapsed onto her as well.

My first time with my mother ended in exhaustion, but our happy life together had just begun... Yes, the mother in the book is my mother. She is the object of many people's fantasies, but in real life, she is only my beloved. How wonderful it is to have a mother who is on the cover of a book...

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