After the massage, I fucked my mother wildly.

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I'm fifteen years old this year. When I was ten, my father passed away, leaving behind my mother, sister, and me to rely on each other. Fortunately,
my father left behind a house and a large sum of money, so my mother, sister, and I lived together comfortably in the same house.

My sister is eight years older than me, twenty-three this year. When I was eleven, she graduated from vocational high school and went straight to work as
a gynecologist at a hospital. She got married in her early twenties, and initially enjoyed a happy and fulfilling sex life. However, after her husband climbed to a
leadership , he was stationed overseas most of the time, and I rarely saw him except during holidays and long vacations.

My sister isn't tall, but she's very beautiful and has a great presence. When I was little, she was my idol and the main object of my sexual fantasies.
I often fantasized about how I could make love with her passionately and how I could spend wonderful times with her. Of course, those were just fantasies,
but they became some of my most cherished childhood memories.

Although my mother is forty-five years old, she is well-maintained and is indeed a mature, sexy, and voluptuous middle-aged beauty. She possesses the charm of a mature
woman and the beautiful face of a loving mother. Her full and plump figure is full of feminine sexiness and charm, especially her pair of high and full breasts
, which seem to be about to burst out of her clothes at any time. Any man who sees them cannot help but feel the urge to pinch them. Her pair of large, round, pink buttocks
are so round and fleshy, and her pair of plump, white, and full thighs are so round and full that one wants to touch them. My mother's beautiful and charming face, snow-white
and smooth skin, full and mature body, and the charm of a woman past her prime, all exude a mature and sexy beauty of a middle-aged woman, radiating maternal
allure. For a teenager who has just started to develop, a mature, full-figured, sexy middle-aged woman like my mother is the best object of fantasy,
especially for me, her own son who is with her every day.

My mother treated me like a child, and at home she often dressed very casually, even indulgently. When she wore a skirt, she would inevitably expose herself. She would often lift
her legs to apply toenail polish, revealing a pair of plump, fair legs under her skirt. Deep inside her snow-white, full thighs
were the crotches of her tiny thong panties, which covered her plump, fleshy vulva. The front seam clearly stretched the panties so tightly that they were separated into two round, plump pieces, and I could clearly see
the outline of my mother's two thick labia. All of this made me unbearably itchy, and my whole body became hot. My erect penis was almost about to burst out of my pants.

Sometimes, after showering, my mother would wear a semi-transparent nightgown without a bra, her nipples peeking out and swaying back and forth. I really wanted to grab them.
At the same time, my mother had also developed the habit of bending over, making her full breasts appear and disappear. I could peek through her loose collar and see her
pair of plump, large, white, and tender breasts, so delicate they seemed ready to burst at any moment, swaying back and forth. I could even see a little bit of the areola showing through
, a dark reddish-brown color. The nipples, erect like grapes on the areolas, were so tempting. Between her breasts was a charming and lovely cleavage. It was so
alluring! Although I couldn't truly feel pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.

Sometimes, when my mother went up the stairs, I would casually slip to the side and peek up. This would
expose : her evenly white thighs, her snow-white, form-fitting panties digging into her crotch, the tiny panties squeezing
into the creases of her plump buttocks, her full, round buttocks almost bursting at the seams, exuding irresistible allure, utterly seductive. It made my virile
heart pound. I always felt that my mother's fair, exposed buttocks were visible even through her panties, especially her
curvaceous hips. I longed to rush forward, embrace her, and caress and play with those plump buttocks.

I was lucky to have such a beautiful and sexy mother, but the biggest dilemma for the son of such a mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother
was: how could I seduce and rape my own mother? As a son, I shouldn't be thinking like this, but after reading numerous
novels depicting absurd plots
like incest and mother-son incest, I developed a strong desire for my mother. I constantly fantasized about having sex with her, using her mature and beautiful figure as the object of my sexual fantasies. When I masturbated, my mind would involuntarily conjure up images of my mother's alluring, voluptuous body, imagining the day she
would strip off all her fine clothes in front of me, revealing her full, mature body naked before me, and I would insert my penis into her plump, tender
vagina, experiencing the ultimate pleasure.

My mother's mature, sexy, and voluptuous body, that of a middle-aged woman, became the ideal
object At night, lying in bed, I would select images from my collection of pornographic books depicting mature, middle-aged women resembling my mother being raped by their sons,
imagining my mother's mature, voluptuous body on the women in the photos, her alluring, plump body appearing in my mind, conjuring up many
fantastical sexual fantasies of having sex with my mother, and thus I would masturbate.

During my adolescence, I fantasized about my mature and beautiful mother. Although these inappropriate "sexual fantasies" about her made me feel guilty as her biological
son ,
the guilt always accompanied me when I wiped the sticky semen off my penis after fantasizing about her body ejaculating onto toilet paper. However, my mother's voluptuous and mature body had an unparalleled allure for me. I just couldn't stop having
those dirty and filthy sexual fantasies about my mother. I wanted to touch her fragrant honey hole all the time, and the desire to have sex with my mother was hard
to shake off . I couldn't imagine my mother lying in another man's arms. If that day ever came, I would rather die than live a painful life.
Unfortunately, I knew that my love for my mother was not accepted by the world, so my burning love was always hidden deep in my heart.

I first tasted forbidden fruit in my third year of junior high school. The object of my love was none other than my own mother. My mother gave birth to me through her vagina, and my
penis grew from her vagina. My mother watched my penis grow slowly, but she never expected that my little
penis, which had grown from her vagina, would become so strong and thick that it would penetrate her long-parched, plump and tender hole. My mother's sexy and charming cherry mouth thirstily swallowed and
spat out my penis. My mother, who originally upheld the virtues of womanhood, was passionately aroused by me and fell into the sea of sexual desire, unable to extricate herself. She became an immoral,
flirtatious lewd woman, voluntarily offering her mature and sexy body to me, her own son, for intimate lovemaking. The sanctity of motherhood was subjugated to
the penis of her own son, and she was immersed in the taboo game of incest!

One weekend afternoon after school, I returned home to find my mother busy cooking. I stood by the kitchen door, staring intently at her plump,
round buttocks that seemed about to burst out of her short skirt, and her voluptuous, fair legs beneath. The yellow skirt vaguely revealed tiny
panties, and the indentation created by the skirt against her buttocks exuded irresistible allure, making my whole body heat up. I longed to rush forward,
hug my mother, and caress and play with her plump buttocks.

My penis, which I had been watching, began to rise slightly. I involuntarily moved forward, using praise as a cover to approach my mother from behind, my chest
pressed against her back.

"Mom...the food smells so good..."

My slightly erect penis took the opportunity to brush against my mother's round buttocks through her skirt. I slowly moved my waist
, pressing my penis against the crevice between her two fleshy buttocks, moving it up and down. I had never been so close to my mother's body before,
and the fragrant scent of her perfume was wonderful! My beautiful mother, busy cooking, didn't notice my frivolous actions.

After the meal, my mother said she was so tired. Looking at her exhausted appearance, I felt sorry for her and said, "Mom, can I give you a massage to relieve your fatigue
?"

My mother was naturally happy to accept my offer and agreed with a smile. So, my mother and I went into her bedroom together. My mother has always
been open- me like a minor boy. She didn't shy away from taking off her white top in front of me, leaving only a low-cut vest. She wasn't wearing
a bra underneath, and her high, full breasts seemed about to jump out. Through the vest, I could see that her large breasts were bulging, with more than half of each side exposed
outside the vest. Her small nipples made two bean-like protrusions on the vest. Through the low neckline of my mother's chest, I could see that her full, round breasts were squeezed together to form a tight
cleavage. I stared greedily at my mother's fleshy, full breasts, and my heart was pounding!

My mother lay face down on the bed, and I immediately knelt beside her to massage her shoulders. She slept on her side, her already ample breasts peeking out from the side of her vest due to
the pressure . I could clearly see how white and tender her breasts were,
rising and falling with her breath.

Soon, my mother seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, her beautiful body emitting a sweet, fleshy scent. I boldly brought my nose close to her breasts, inhaling deeply
the fragrant aroma. My slightly trembling hand slowly slid down to her round, full breasts, touching the half-exposed side of her vest
. I could feel the excitement from this soft, tender flesh; I longed to grab it and knead it, but of course, that was impossible. I could only secretly
caress it, savoring this forbidden pleasure.

I lifted my mother's feet, letting them rest on my lap, gently massaging her ankles, arches, and soles. Then I began to massage her
calves more vigorously. My mother's legs, of course, were no longer as delicate and supple as a young woman's, but to me, they were still beautiful,
possessing mature feminine charm.

After caressing my mother's calves, I lowered her legs and tentatively began to stroke her soft thighs. Using both hands simultaneously, I encircled
her thighs, massaging them vigorously while slowly spreading them wider. I saw my mother's snow-white thighs, and at the end of her thighs, I saw sexy
pink lace panties. Her mysterious area was covered only by a tiny, semi-transparent pink fabric. Her mysterious
dark forest couldn't be hidden by the panties, revealing a few fine, curly pubic hairs. The pubic hair was so black, shiny, and lustrous.
The thin piece of fabric in the middle couldn't fully cover my mother's full, rounded vulva, sinking completely into the crevice of her mature vulva, exposing most of her rose-colored
labia and thick pubic hair from both sides, creating indentations on her vulva. Through the gap, I could clearly see
the outline of my mother's two thick labia, exuding endless allure. Due to extreme excitement, she was leaking vaginal fluid, making her crotch wet. There was even a circular wet
mark in the middle, clinging tightly to her vulva. Her two large labia were very full and plump, pulling her panties tight and separating them into two pieces. They were round and plump, with a slit in the middle
, revealing the outline of her vulva, which was already swollen and engorged like a steamed bun, burning hot against her crotch. It was clearly visible that the clitoris,
like a flower bud, was twisted and obscene under the pressure of the tight fabric. It was also clear that it was already engorged and hard. This scene stimulated my
blood to boil, my heart pounded, and I involuntarily widened my eyes and opened my mouth slightly, staring at my mother's
panties with bloodshot eyes.

My mind wandered, and my hands became increasingly unrestrained, caressing my mother's thighs at will. I gazed at her high, plump buttocks
and the beautiful legs beneath her short skirt. Her swollen, plump buttocks were raised high, as if about to burst through the narrow skirt.
Her round, plump buttocks looked somewhat loose, and I couldn't help but move my palms to caress her soft, warm buttocks. Her plump buttocks were elastic and felt so comfortable to touch.

I boldly straddled my mother's plump buttocks, and when I touched them, my penis immediately became erect.
I secretly restrained my lust and massaged my mother, pretending to massage her shoulders, while my hard penis deliberately
rubbed against her round, plump buttocks. It felt so good! My

mother seemed unmoved by my audacity, simply burying her head deeply in her arms. I couldn't see her expression, but her breathing
had begun to quicken, and I could almost hear her heartbeat growing more and more rapid, just like mine.

When I massaged my mother's back, I couldn't resist trying to take off her vest. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I said as I did so, "
Mom, it'll be more comfortable to massage you if you take your clothes off." My

mother whispered, "No, it's so embarrassing!"

"Mom, don't make a fuss! I just want to be filial and make things easier for you, so the massage will be more comfortable!"

My mother said, her face flushed. "It will be easier, but... but besides your father, I've never..." "How embarrassing!"

I said, "Mom, don't think so much! We're mother and son, what's there to be ashamed of in front of your own son!"

I continued to take off my clothes, and my mother twisted her body to make it easier for me. When the vest was off, my mother's flawless back was revealed before my
eyes . The curve of my mother's back was quite beautiful, very smooth, and her skin was fair and smooth, without a single blemish. Due to regular exercise and
proper care, her skin appeared plump, rosy, and elastic.

I gently placed my palm on my mother's soft and smooth back. When I touched it, I felt a little uneasy, and my hand couldn't help but tremble
a little . My mother just lowered her head and occasionally let out a soft panting sound from her nose.

I gently stroked her back; the skin was delicate and smooth, with an exquisite feel, as if boneless. I felt an unexpected excitement.
I carefully massaged her bare back, my palms gently tracing the smooth skin, then slowly moving upwards to her soft
shoulders. My mother consciously parted her hair, allowing me to continue stroking her neck, shoulders, and arms. Her body was already...
Completely relaxed, I lay face down on the bed, my eyes closed, only soft moans escaping my nose.

I suppressed my desire and massaged my mother for a while longer before trying to say, "Mom, it's time to massage the front."

Hearing this, my mother trembled slightly, but still cooperated by turning around to let me massage her. Perhaps out of shyness, she
closed her eyes, avoiding my gaze, and covered her breasts with her hands. I pulled her hands away, and suddenly her full, white breasts
were before me. When I saw my mother's naked body from the front, I felt a wave of dizziness. Ah! It was truly the most beautiful body in the world: snow-white
, high breasts, cherry-red areolas, small nipples, and a smooth, flat abdomen. I believe even Venus
would pale .

A pair of full, firm breasts suddenly appeared before my eyes. They were so perfect. A woman who had given birth, my mother's
breasts were large and soft, smooth and firm, showing no signs of sagging typical of middle-aged women. Even lying on her back, the shape of her breasts remained unchanged.
With her breathing, her two heavy breasts swayed alluringly, white as two snow-capped mountains.
In the center of her large, brown areolas were tempting nipples, about an inch and a half in size, like grapes. The nipples were slightly darkened, fully erect, with
several small holes—the result of my sister and I suckling at her breast when we were little. Having given birth to two children, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding,
but the two large, reddish-brown nipples indicated that her body was still in the prime of its life.

I never imagined my mother had such beautiful breasts. I stared, speechless, mouth agape, drooling, as if I wanted to swallow them
whole .

"Wow… Mom's breasts are so big, so round, such beautiful breasts!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing my eyes lingering on her breasts, a wave of shyness washed over my mother, her cheeks flushing red. She quickly covered her two large,
snow-white . Even with her arms covering her chest, she felt completely naked.

I straddled my mother again, this time my penis directly against her vulva. Although there was a silk panty between us, I could still feel a strange suction from
her vulva making my penis tremble. My mother seemed to notice my strange behavior, her face turning red, but she didn't seem
to care.

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