Entering the mother's body three parts (Traditional Chinese)

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I'm 21 years old and unmarried. I'm handsome, financially comfortable, and surrounded by beautiful women,

so no one understands why I'm still single. It's a secret between me and my mother.

My mother, Xu Yujuan, is a female cadre at the power bureau. She's 40 years old, 1.64 meters tall,

quite attractive, voluptuous, and fair-skinned. She's from the south, with large breasts, a wide bottom, beautiful legs, and unusually delicate, fair, and petite feet.

This happened when I was a middle school student. Perhaps it's genetic, but I matured early; in my

teens , I became interested in my mother's body.

We live on the fourth floor of a building in the power bureau's residential area. I remember it clearly. One afternoon, I

accidentally saw my mother's body. She had come home from work and was changing. I saw her unusually full and fair

breasts. I felt a sudden, intense urge to ejaculate, though I couldn't. While

my parents were having lunch in the outer room, I wandered between the kitchen and the bathroom. Suddenly, I noticed a pair of flesh-colored short stockings that

my mother had taken off and thrown into the washbasin. Back then, we didn't have washing machines; we washed our clothes

in the basin with a washboard. We had just finished washing clothes, and the only thing in the basin was my mother's stockings, which she

had just taken off. For some reason, from that moment on, I felt that my mother's stockings were the sexiest

treasures in the world.

I picked up my mother's stockings, smelled the blackened toes intensely, and then put the toes in my mouth.

From then on, my mother's stockings became my favorite. Two years later, I ejaculated for the first time

on the blackened toes of my mother's stockings. After that, I often stole my mother's stockings, smelling them before ejaculating. Over the past ten years,

how many pairs of unwashed and unused stockings of my mother's have I ruined!

When I was fourteen, I couldn't hold back any longer. Once, my mother was trying on cheongsams at home. She didn't wear these clothes

outside; she only wore them at home to admire herself in the mirror. Looking at my mother's graceful figure, and

the voluptuous thighs revealed by the cheongsam's high slit, I couldn't resist any longer. I went up to her, hugged her, and boldly said, "Mom, I

like you. You're so beautiful! I want to have sex with you!"

My mother was shocked, her face flushed as she looked at me. I had never seen my mother so angry. She was very

angry , but she didn't lash out, because she had said that I was the most important person in her world. She first asked me

where knew all this, and I honestly told her that I often eavesdropped on my father having sex with her. Although I had never seen it, I

had secretly looked at the medical books at home, and combined with what I had heard, I understood. My mother patiently told me that her son shouldn't have sex

with her, that he should study hard and marry a wife as beautiful as her in the future. I was rejected.

After that, I continued to secretly shoot at my mother's stockings.

My mother was a very respectable female cadre in public, but at home she dressed very casually, often wearing only a white tank

top (her nipples were clearly visible) and white semi-transparent thongs, revealing her soft armpit hair and plump, fair

thighs She wore slippers with her bare, white feet, and her pubic area was vaguely visible. While I reminded my mother not to

go to the window so that people in the opposite building wouldn't see her, I was also drooling over her sexy body,

my desire burning.

After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation of my mother's body and again asked her to have sex with me

, but she refused again. I was heartbroken and angrily ran away from home. My father was away on a business trip, and my mother

was frantic. She searched everywhere for me, and it took her a whole day to find me.

I fell seriously ill. After that, I lost interest in school, my grades plummeted, and I frequently

skipped classes . I would ejaculate on my mother's stockings more than ten times a day, until I became completely pale.

My mother saw this and was deeply worried. She finally found some time to have a serious talk with me. I confessed

my love for her and said that if she wouldn't let me have sex with her, I would die and make her lose her beloved son forever.

My mother told me that it was incest for a son to have sex with his mother, and she would never commit incest with me. But for my studies,

for my future, my mother couldn't bear to see me like this anymore. She relented and agreed that I could kiss her

crotch .

But there was a condition: I could only lick my mother's crotch if I scored above 95 in every subject.

That day, my mother blushed, took off her panties, and I was stunned! Below my mother's fair belly was

thick black hair. My mother sat on the sofa, spreading her beautiful legs, and I plunged my head into my mother's crotch, greedily licking

the mysterious hole where I was born.

From then on, the deliciousness of my mother's vagina spurred me to study hard, and I scored

above 98 in my midterm exams. I rushed home excitedly, showed my mother my report card, and then impatiently flipped her onto the bed,

pulled down her panties, and plunged my head between her legs, licking her vulva beneath her thick pubic hair. My mother

moaned as I licked her, and it seemed like she was wet, which I swallowed.

After that, licking my mother's crotch gradually became a daily routine. My grades improved, and my

technique for licking my mother's vulva got better and better, while my mother's moans became more and more unrestrained.

During that time, I wanted to have sex with my mother many times, but my mother was a very upright female cadre and resolutely refused to commit incest. She said that

if I forced myself on her, I would even lose the right to lick her vagina. From then on, I stopped thinking about it

. I was already very satisfied with being able to lick my mother's vagina.

Later, I started licking my mother's anus. My mother's anus was very delicate, with fine

anal hair growing around it, which was extremely sexy. Today, I can lick any part of my mother's body. As long as my father is not home, I

can eat my mother's large, brown nipples, which are as big as grapes, and lick her armpit hair at any time...

This is a secret between my mother and me. My father doesn't know, and nobody else knows.

(II)

This is the experience of one of my junior high school classmates. We share similar interests, so he told me his story about himself and his mother

. We regularly exchanged our mothers' stockings, smelling them before ejaculating. Here is his story. His experience is

somewhat similar to mine.

I am a young man in my early twenties, having only been working for a few years. My mother and I work in the same unit.

We both work at an architectural design institute. My mother is an architectural designer, a senior engineer,

and although she is 41 years old this year, she continues to be a key member of her unit. My mother, Xia Yuqiao, is 1.64 meters tall, beautiful, with full, fair

skin. She is from Nanjing, and her feet are exceptionally beautiful and fair. Her breasts are exceptionally full and heavy. She

usually wears a suit with leggings, flesh-colored pant legs, socks, and low-cut leather shoes, which is very sexy

. Her mother's hairstyle is usually long and neat.

Influenced by my mother, I went to architecture school and was assigned to work at the design institute where my mother worked after graduation.

My mother has very beautiful feet. I started stealing my mother's stockings when I was a teenager. Later, after I was able to ejaculate,

I would often steal my mother's stockings, smell them, and then ejaculate. This continues to this day.

My mother has many adorable habits. For example, she often wears dozens of pairs of stockings in various colors and styles at the same time

, including pantyhose, stockings, ankle stockings, and fishnet stockings. The colors include flesh-colored, brown, light

flesh-colored, tan flesh-colored, dark flesh-colored, flesh-colored, solid color, white, black, gray,

gray flesh-colored, and so on. I counted them, and there are as many as fifteen kinds. On the same day, my mother would wear different stockings for different

occasions , so she often wore dozens of pairs at the same time. She would then

wash them all at once about once a month, which made the blackened tips of her stockings smell more fragrant. In addition, my mother often threw her

stockings everywhere—on the bedside, pillow, and sofa—making them very convenient for me to use. Even if she lost

one or two pairs, she wouldn't notice.

Sometimes, if my mother couldn't find her stockings, she would just take another pair and wear them. She didn't care about losing one or two stockings; to her

, they were worthless, but to me they were treasures. If Mom knew how alluring her unwashed, fresh stockings were to me

, she probably wouldn't be so indifferent to throwing them away. But that's part of what makes Mom so adorable,

and part of my good fortune.

Another cute habit of hers is that she often wears her pantyhose over her tights, making

the crotch area of her tights quite smelly. She also has another adorable habit: she often unconsciously half-takes off her high heels to air

her feet, without even realizing it. Those exquisite stockinged heels are just so tempting!

Another adorable habit of my mother's is that when she's nervous or particularly excited, she often unconsciously

sticks out one of her beautiful, white toes high, as if enticing me to suck on it.

My mother now often wears pantyhose without crotch coverings, mainly for my father's convenience, so he can penetrate her without taking off her stockings

. My father is four years younger than my mother, and they have a very good relationship. It's no wonder my father often penetrates her; my mother is so

sexy, many people want to penetrate her, but she only lets my father.

Every day I smell my mother's freshly taken-off stockings, like an addiction, I'm invigorated by the smell,

otherwise I'm listless. The smell makes me ejaculate.

I often eavesdrop on my mother being penetrated by my father. At the same time, I put the blackened toe of my mother's stockings on my glans, listening to her

soft moans, and couldn't help but ejaculate through the blackened toe.

In the summer, my mother would walk around the house barefoot in transparent slippers, her snow-white feet bare. It was driving me crazy.

I stole my mother's stockings, sniffing the blackened toe intensely, and then put the stockings on my penis…

After I ejaculated, I waited for the semen to dry before putting the stockings back. My mother, unaware, wore the stockings and high heels to work

.

Just thinking about my mother's beautiful, white toe with my semen on it, walking down the street in high heels, made my penis

hard! I've done this many times.

When I was fourteen, I decided to make a move on my mother. One day, my mother came home from work and, as usual, sat on the edge of the bed,

unhooking her bra and taking off her stockings. I knelt in front of her, startling her. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I grabbed my mother's beautiful little feet and said, "Mom is tired, I'm here to massage your feet to relieve your fatigue. From

today on, I will be a good son to my mother."

A woman's feet are another sexual organ. Although my mother didn't know how attractive her feet were to me, she instinctively

struggled a couple of times, but couldn't break free, so she let me do as I pleased.

From then on, I would use the excuse of massaging my mother's feet every day to relieve her fatigue, while secretly taking the opportunity to fondle her beautiful feet.

Eventually, my mother got used to it and said, "My son knows how to care for his mother now. Mom works hard

all day, her feet must be so tired. A massage feels so good." I was secretly pleased with myself.

Finally, one day, while I was massaging my mother's feet, I suddenly grabbed her foot, first bending down to smell

her delicate, upturned toe, and said, "Mom's feet don't smell bad." My mother blushed. Then, I suddenly

put one of her beautiful toes into my mouth and started sucking on it. This got a little serious; Mom blushed and struggled

to get her foot out of my mouth and hands, but she didn't succeed. I continued sucking, and Mom, still blushing, said, "Spit

it out, it's so unhygienic!"

I continued sucking, and Mom continued to struggle, finally managing to free her foot from my clutches. My

penis stood erect, and I said, "Mom's feet smell so good, Mom's feet taste so delicious."

The next day, Mom never let me massage her feet again.

I suddenly fell ill, quite seriously. My mother stayed by my side day and night, and it took many days for me to recover. But afterwards, my

grades plummeted. I spent my days shooting at my mother's stockings, neglecting my studies, becoming pale and thin, and seemingly on the verge of collapse

.

My mother panicked. For the sake of my studies, she finally agreed to let me continue massaging her feet and sucking

her toes . I was overjoyed, and my grades soared. My skill in playing with my mother's feet also improved, and

one day, while I was sucking her toes, she couldn't help but urinate.

I asked to drink her urine, but she refused. So I ran away from home. Two weeks later,

my mother, who was frantic with worry, brought me back from out of town. She agreed to let me drink her urine, but only if I studied well. I was overjoyed

. I immediately began sucking on my mother's delicate toes, licking until she couldn't hold back her urine, which I then drank.

From then on, whenever we were home, my mother would give me her urine to drink. Later, I would often lie on the floor, and

my mother would stand above me, putting her beautiful feet into my mouth for me to suck on. When she needed to urinate, she would squat

above my face and give it to me to drink. Or she would lie on the sofa for me to suck on her toes, and when she needed to urinate, I would catch it in a beer

glass and drink it.

At first, Mom said it was okay, I could only drink her urine, not lick her vagina, but later I ended up licking her vagina too. Now I

can lick any part of Mom's body.

If I do particularly well on a test, Mom will even help me ejaculate with her hand as a reward. Several times I've tried

to ejaculate on her face, but Mom has dodged away.

I've never thought about penetrating Mom, because ejaculating on Mom's stockings, drinking Mom's urine, and sucking Mom's toes are

more attractive to me than penetrating Mom's vagina.

My mother and I have maintained our incestuous relationship to this day.

In today's society, mothers are becoming more and more sexy, and sons are becoming more and more precocious. Incest between mothers and sons is not uncommon.

It's just that family scandals are kept secret and unknown to outsiders. There are many more families like mine where mother and son have such close contact. In

many families, as the mother ages, she loses her appeal to the father, who then seeks younger partners. However, in

the son's eyes, the mother is still attractive, and incestuous relations between mother and son satisfy both the mother and the son, and are also considered

safe and hygienic. I believe that incest between mother and son is a growing trend in society.

(III)

This time, my cousin recounted what happened between him and his mother. My cousin is 19 years old this year. His mother,

Xu Yuejuan , is 38 years old, 1.64 meters tall, well-maintained, and quite attractive. She is a retired female cadre in a certain department.

My cousin and I used to exchange our mother's stockings. Here's what my cousin told me.

My mother was a very respectable female cadre in public, but at home she was very slutty, getting penetrated by my father every night. She

wore very little at home, and her extremely voluptuous, fair thighs and beautiful white feet made me drool, so I wore her stockings

even more.

When I was a teenager, I forgot what I did wrong, but my mother was very angry and impulsive. She was

taking a bath in the tub when she called me in, scolding me while she was bathing. I secretly looked at my mother's body;

she had fair skin, perky breasts, not large but sexy, with large, dark brown nipples.

Later, as I grew older, I no longer had the chance to see my mother's body. She started avoiding me when she undressed.

When she raised her arm, her soft, thick armpit hair would be visible. For some reason, seeing her armpit hair

would arouse me.

I sought every opportunity to see her body. Back then, we didn't have a shower at home. My mother would bathe in

the toilet , and my father would bring the water in. Once, my father was away on a business trip, and my mother prepared the hot water herself

before going to bathe. However, she didn't prepare the water often, and she ran out. She had to call me from inside to bring in more

hot water . My heart pounded. I carried the bucket of hot water into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to peek at my mother's body. I saw

her fair skin; she was embarrassed, placing a towel over her genitals, repeatedly turning it inside out—actually, to

cover herself and prevent me from seeing. I deliberately poured water slowly into the basin, and while she was changing the towel, I

saw a large patch of dark hair on her genitals! So my mother had hair there! My penis uncontrollably hardened

. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly withdrew.

Afterwards, while frantically stealing my mother's stockings, smelling them, and ejaculating, I continued to look for opportunities to peek at her

body .

One day, I came home from school, and my mother had just gotten off work. She was completely

naked and about to go to the bathroom to shower when she saw me suddenly return. She cried out in surprise, quickly crossed her arms over her chest, blushed, and hurried into the bathroom. But

I could already clearly see her perky breasts and the large patch of dark hair below her abdomen.

My penis was hard. I went to my mother's bedside, picked up the fresh stockings she had just taken off, and sniffed the blackened

toes of the stockings intensely. My mother was drenched in sweat on her way home from work, the blackened tips of her stockings exuding a rich fragrance…

Finally, one day, while my mother was showering, she asked me to bring her water again. She

covered her

genitals with a towel, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed my mother against the wall, knelt at her feet, grabbed her plump, white buttocks, and passionately kissed her pubic area covered in thick pubic hair. My mother was stunned. I licked for a long time before she realized what was happening. She angrily

pushed me away, but I wouldn't leave. I excitedly told my mother about my love for her. My mother didn't say anything more,

just told me to leave.

After that, my mother wore more clothes in front of me than before, trying not to expose too much of her body in front of me.

One summer afternoon, Dad was away on a business trip again. Mom had been penetrated by Dad all night, and after showering in the morning, she went to work .

She came back for lunch and was taking a nap; she probably wouldn't go to work this afternoon . 　　I went into Mom's bedroom and saw that she was only wearing a white tank top, with dark hair sticking out from under her armpits, revealing her fair belly. She was wearing white, semi-transparent panties, and her pubic area was vaguely visible, along with her beautiful legs and feet. I was so horny. 　　I slowly slipped my hand inside Mom's panties, and finally, I grabbed Mom's thick pubic hair! I then inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina and vigorously pinched her vulva. Mom woke up and saw what I was doing. She cried. 　　I climbed on top of her, licked her tears, and kissed her passionately. 　　Mom didn't resist. I pulled down her panties and greedily smelled the crotch of her underwear. The strong, pungent smell excited me! I crawled between her legs and licked her genitals. Mom moaned, and finally, she couldn't help but urinate from my licking. I drank her urine. 　　My mother didn't resist that day, partly because she wasn't fully awake, and partly because she was still immersed in the pleasure of being penetrated by my father the night before, and my licking had made her feel very good, satisfying her sexual needs. 　　After that, I often licked my mother's crotch. I wanted to penetrate her several times, but my mother firmly refused to commit incest, only allowing me to lick her, not penetrate her. She only allowed my father to penetrate her, but I was content. Now I can lick any part of my mother's body. 　　One afternoon, I was taking a nap when a gentle voice sounded at my bedside: "Sweetie, it's time to get up. You'll be late for school this afternoon." I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing in front of my bed. She was wearing a white tank top and light red panties, her plump, fair thighs right in front of me. I couldn't resist hugging her thighs and kissing them. Then I pulled down her panties and started biting her thick pubic hair. At my request, my mother lifted one thigh and placed one of her delicate feet on the bed, exposing her crotch above me. I greedily licked my mother's hairy crotch until she couldn't help but urinate into my mouth. I then licked her urethra clean, and my mother moaned as I licked her... The End

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