The beauty and sorrow of a mother

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We are a small family of three. My mother dotes on me and we've been close since I was little. My husband and I have a good relationship and
often chat for a long time.

About four or five years ago, my ailing father suddenly said he wanted to abstain from sexual relations, supposedly to
strengthen his body also started sleeping in separate beds from my mother, though in the same bedroom, they slept head-to-toe.

My father is quite handsome, with sharp eyebrows and a high nose; my mother is dignified and virtuous, and also quite beautiful. My father told me that
a few years after their marriage, there were often lecherous men loitering outside our house every afternoon, trying to seduce my mother, but my father always chased them away.

When they slept in separate beds, my mother was about 40 years old. Just before my father gradually stopped sleeping with his wife, I noticed my mother starting to change. The once
conservative and shy mother began wearing sexy lingerie. Her old, always plain white or flesh-colored bras were replaced with black, strapless, front-clasp styles.
Her printed panties were replaced with small, white lace lace panties, almost like she wasn't wearing anything at all. I imagined that if she were to accidentally expose herself, it would be
completely obvious.

Perhaps my mother's changes were to attract my father's attention. When I learned that he was doing it for his health, I had no choice but to comply
. However, my mother's changes continued.

Actually, I always felt that my mother had a strong sex drive, but her gentle and conservative personality prevented her from expressing it. When I was little, I was often woken up in
the middle of the night by a "creak...creak..." sound. I knew it was the sound of their spring mattress during sex, but it would always
stop quickly. Afterwards, I would hear them talking, and I often heard my mother complaining that my father was "too fast, not strong enough..." and so on.

After I entered junior high school, as my body changed, I noticed my mom often glanced at my genitals, intentionally or unintentionally. Once, she was doing laundry in the bathroom when
I went in to urinate. Knowing I was behind her, she deliberately turned around, exposing my hairy penis completely. I was very embarrassed and
just let out an "Ah..." before running away.

Actually, my mom and I are very close. We often play together, and I'll affectionately hug her. I've even secretly touched her breasts before; they're so soft. Sometimes
I'll pick her up and carry her into the room, pinning her to the bed, but she always struggles, laughing and scolding, "You can't do that!" However, her eyes would constantly glance at my
genitals , as if checking for an erection. But we've never actually cheated on each other.

After they broke off their bedroom relationship, I noticed my mom often stayed in her room for a long time after work before my dad came home. I initially thought she was
changing clothes or removing makeup. But one time, when I called out to ask her something from outside her room, I noticed that my mother seemed startled by me. She came out with a trembling voice and a flustered
expression , then quickly went into the bathroom. It was quite strange.

Another time, my father came home late. It was raining heavily outside, and my mother didn't know I was back. When I passed by her room,
I found only a small light on, and my mother was standing on the edge of the bed changing her rain-soaked clothes. I saw her quickly unbutton her suit jacket, revealing
her breasts covered by a black strapless bra.

My mother isn't tall, 160cm, and weighs 51kg, but she's quite voluptuous. Her bra sizes are 34C and 34D. Then
she bent down and took off her tight skirt. When she bent over, her breasts, covered by her bra, looked like they were about to burst out, which excited me greatly. At that moment,
my mother was walking around the room wearing only a bra and panties. With each step she took, her large breasts jiggled. She opened the wardrobe, took out a
new bath towel, and began to dry herself. When she reached her chest, she casually unhooked her bra, and two round, large breasts immediately sprang out
. Although the lighting was dim, it still made my genitals swell and feel uncomfortable.

My mother's skin was very fair, especially her breasts, which were very white. The areolas were small, but the nipples were large and dark
, swaying back and forth with her grapefruit-shaped breasts. My mother then used one hand to lift her breasts and the other to wipe the lower edge of them. Then she bent down
to wipe her thighs and genitals. After she finished, she slumped down on the edge of the bed to rest, without moving.

She stood silently with her head down, her shoulder-length curly hair partially obscuring her face. Her neck was as white as snow, her breasts full and slightly protruding, drooping gently. Her arms were like
smooth jade , her belly slightly protruding, her calves slender and gracefully curved, but at the end of her thighs were plump, white buttocks. In the dim light, this only
accentuated the alluring charm of a middle-aged beauty.

Wow! I had never seen my mother so beautiful. I stood there, stunned, forgetting the soreness in my legs from squatting for so long.

My Mother's Beauty and Sorrow (Continued)

As I squatted behind the door, gazing at my mother in this scene, my mind went completely blank. I felt utterly lost. My
mother was so sexy and alluring, and the subtle sorrow hidden within her beauty only deepened my sense of pity.

Just as I was still standing there, lost in thought, my mother, who had been as still as a statue, suddenly stirred. I saw her slowly reach down to her
private parts, her extended middle and index fingers gently massaging them. At the same time, her left arm slightly raised, kneading her breasts. Her full
breasts were squeezed into various shapes under her delicate hands, especially her right nipple, a dark, almost bursting
nipple. Her left breast bounced up and down with the movement of her arm.

My mother's head was slightly lowered, her neck tilted to the side, her hair hanging down from her right side of her neck. Her eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and she gently bit her lower lip,
making soft "hmm...hmm...hmm..." sounds.

At that moment, I finally understood that my mother's strange behavior in the room lately was actually masturbation. I watched as she rubbed her private parts
faster and . Her lips, still stained with makeup, parted slightly, emitting sounds of "Ah... um... ah... um..." and occasionally
crying out, "Ah... ah... ah... I want... I want... I want it..."

Suddenly, my mother inserted her middle finger into her vagina and began thrusting rapidly in and out. Her legs clamped tightly around her arms, and her waist
arched forward in rhythm with her right hand, her plump, pink buttocks trembling slightly. Then, my mother inserted her index finger as well, thrusting it in and out at the same time. I
don't know how many fingers she inserted in total. My mother was still wearing underwear at the time, so it must have been inserted through the seam of her panties. I could see that
the transparent white gauze covering her private parts in those sexy lace panties was bulging and deformed by my mother's wrist.

As her arms thrashed violently, my mother's left hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts even harder, occasionally stroking her neck.
At that moment, I saw her face flushed crimson, her neck and chest also flushed, and she was breathing heavily, completely immersed in
the pleasure of sex.

Then, my mother, who had been bent over, lay back on the bed, but her legs remained bent and dangling in the air, her thighs tightly clamped around her breasts.
My right hand, arched high at my waist, met her fingers, while my left hand swiftly pulled down her panties and tossed them onto the edge of the bed. Now, my gaze was fixed on my mother, and I
finally saw her private parts.

Her two large, dark brown labia majora appeared thick and full, covered with coarse pubic hair that spread like a vine.
Her vulva was spread open by her hand, and I saw her hand thrusting violently in and out. Deep within her vulva overflowed what appeared to be a slightly viscous
vaginal fluid, dripping down her pubic hair. Her plump, snow-white buttocks drooped slightly, shaking violently, and she moaned loudly: "Ah... um...
ah... um..." The entire room was filled with my mother's wanton cries, so intense, so passionate.

Unfortunately, this position prevented me from seeing my mother's complete pubic hair and labia minora, as they were hidden by her tightly closed thighs.
A moment later, Mom turned to her side, arching her body and leaning against the edge of the bed, almost curling up into a ball. Her right hand was still thrusting violently, and her waist
twisted even more intensely. Her left hand was wrapped around her chest, and she was desperately calling out, "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." I thought, this must be what they call
an orgasm!

Soon, I saw her tremble a few times and gasp for breath. Her hand movements gradually slowed down, and her body stopped twisting, but she was still
curled up , lying on her side on the bed. I could vaguely see her wrist, still gently stroking her genitals. After a while, she turned over and lay on her back, her two
snow-white thighs stretched out on the bed, her left arm outstretched, lying down to rest, but her right palm was still covering her genitals with four fingers together. Her
big eyes, with blue eyeshadow on them and long eyelashes, stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought, occasionally breathing lightly.

I, who was crouching outside the door spying, was completely stunned by what I had just witnessed. I couldn't hear the sound of the rain pouring down outside. Looking at
my mother lying on the bed, her snow-white, tender, and plump body, her breasts high and outward, rising and falling with her breath, endlessly
sexy and alluring, I thought that any man would feel an uncontrollable throbbing in his penis. I even forgot to rub my own genitals, just
holding my erect penis, staring blankly at my mother.

After some time, my mother turned around, took some toilet paper from the bedside table, and wiped her vulva, which was wet with her vaginal fluid, while wiping her
right hand. At this moment, I saw my mother's private parts more completely, but because of the dim light, it was still not very clear. I only felt that her vulva was large and swollen, and her pubic hair
covered her labia majora. The hair seemed quite long, and some of it was stuck together.

Then, she crumpled the used toilet paper into a large ball, held it in her hand, got up, put on the shorts and clothes she had changed out of that morning,
opened the wardrobe, took out the clothes she needed to change into, and chose a set of sexy silver lingerie. She picked up the black bra and transparent panties she had just taken off, piled them
aside, and sat down at the dressing table to remove her makeup. At this time, Mom wasn't wearing any underwear, and although I couldn't see anything, the thought of it made me
very excited.

A few minutes later, Mom finished removing her makeup and came out carrying a pile of clothes and the wad of toilet paper. By this time, I was already in a daze, and it was
too late to go back to my room, so I scrambled to the living room, sat on the floor pretending to do clothes, but I had already made noise on the floor.

Mom, who had just pushed open the door, seemed to sense something was wrong. She glanced at me and saw me sitting on the living room floor, her body obviously trembled,
she looked at me nervously, and then hurriedly went into the bathroom to shower. I quickly went back to my room to catch my breath and calm my nerves, and then fired a shot.

About ten minutes later, I suddenly heard my mother knock on my door and enter. She asked how long I had been back, her expression much calmer.
I said I had just gotten back and twisted my ankle on the stairs, so I was resting on the living room floor. Looking at my mother's kind and gentle face, her soft and melodious
voice made me feel completely relaxed. Her bright, sparkling eyes and delicate nose revealed a captivating charm. My mother asked about school
and tutoring classes, then turned and left, leaving behind a lingering fragrance and a feeling of overflowing happiness...

My Mother's Beauty and Sorrow (Continued Part Two)

My parents have been sleeping in separate rooms for several years now. Sometimes I really wonder, when my mother is in her forties or fifties,
can they really accept completely ceasing their sex life? Even if Mom can control herself, does Dad really not want to at all?

Actually, I've always felt that while Mom knows Dad's abstinence is for health reasons, she still has the intention to break through. She
often deliberately changes clothes in front of Dad, leaving the bedroom door and windows open. So, when I'm watching TV in the living room, sometimes
I accidentally catch a glimpse of my mother's exposed skin as I pass by her room, or even just stand up. I think Mom probably knows this, but she doesn't really avoid it, and this is
a change that has only occurred in recent years for my usually conservative mother.

One evening at dinner, Mom suddenly said she felt she was too fat, and her waist had gotten thicker. I didn't say anything. Actually, many middle-aged
women gain weight a bit. I don't think she's fat at all; on the contrary, I think it's quite sexy. And at 160cm and 53kg, she's still considered quite average.

The next day, a large hula hoop appeared in the house. That evening, around 8 PM, my dad and I were watching TV in the living room when I saw my mom, dressed in
a tight-fitting outfit, holding a hula hoop and starting to hula hoop next to the TV. She was facing away from me, her two round, large
buttocks swaying back and forth, which made me fantasize about grabbing her from behind and thrusting into her – how amazing that would feel!
Glancing sideways my dad, I noticed he was also glancing at the TV intermittently. Sigh… I never thought he'd act like that with his wife; it seems their
abstinence is real.

A little while later, my mom put down the hula hoop, stood for a while to rest, then clenched her fists and started jogging slowly in place. She was facing me sideways at the time.
Because of her tight-fitting clothes, the curves of her breasts were particularly pronounced. My mother was wearing her usual bra under her sportswear, which looked a little inappropriate, but
the shape of the bra was very clear, especially when she ran. Her two large breasts swayed violently, as if they were about to jump out of the bra,
a surging, alluring display of mature womanly sex appeal. Her slightly flushed neck from running was even more beautiful and endearing. I thought
my father, sitting diagonally opposite my mother, must have seen it even more clearly.

Sure enough, my father's eyes were already fixed on my mother, especially on those full breasts swaying in front of her.
My mother, who had been focused on her exercise, seemed to notice, but she just smiled, gave my father a sidelong glance, and then ignored him.

Seeing the couple exchanging glances, I, with my own rising desire, felt a little embarrassed and got up to go back to my room to rest. I just envied
my father for marrying my mother, but it was a pity they had to leave so early. I tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally falling into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up and checked the time; it was only a little past midnight. I guess I went to bed too early and couldn't adjust to the next thing I was doing.
I got up to pee in the bathroom. As I passed my parents' room, the door wasn't fully closed, leaving a small gap. I could hear the sound of a television coming from inside. After I finished,
I tiptoed closer to peek. It turned out they were watching a pornographic videotape. I wondered when they had rented it.

They sat side by side on the bed, legs stretched out, backs against the bedside table. Although I couldn't see the screen, I could hear the sounds coming from inside.
At the most passionate part, Dad reached out to stroke Mom's belly, then gently kneaded her breasts. Mom, usually so conservative, surprisingly reached out
to touch Dad's genitals. I heard Dad say, "We haven't done it in so long, don't you want some?"

Mom pouted and retorted, "Of course I want some! It's all your fault!"

Dad laughed heartily, rolled over, and pinned Mom down, kissing her. His hands, through her pajamas, forcefully squeezed and kneaded her breasts. Mom
embraced him, passionately returning the kiss. I, squatting outside the door, thought excitedly: Ha…this is going to be interesting!

Dad reached inside Mom's pajamas, grabbing and kissing her neck. Mom, meanwhile, grabbed Dad's buttocks and
frantically tried to pull down his pants, ripping them off along with his underwear, exposing most of his buttocks. She
then reached for his scrotum. It was unexpected to see Mom, usually so docile, acting so aggressively.

Dad seemed momentarily stunned, bending over to reveal his erect penis, ordinary in size and unremarkable. He then
knelt the edge of the bed, pulled down Mom's pajama bottoms, spread her thighs, and grasped her genitals with four fingers, pressing down hard. Mom
, wearing her ever-changing sexy underwear, was now engaged in a scene reminiscent of an adult film.

A moment later, Mom cried out, "I want it... hurry up!" She rolled over, bent over, and grabbed Dad's penis with one hand, licking it with
her tongue. After a few licks, she opened her mouth and took Dad's penis into her mouth, while her other hand rubbed her genitals through her red panties.

Dad breathed heavily a few times, seemingly enjoying himself, but then pushed Mom away, saying, "Don't do that, it'll be quick this way."
He then took off Mom's nightgown, cupping her full breasts and saying, "Xiaoqing, your bra looks so big!"

Mom retorted, "I've always had big ones, you just don't appreciate it!"

"Hmm, I know, I'll make it up to you." With that, Dad unhooked Mom's bra, and her two large, grapefruit-like
breasts bounced off. I'd peeked at my mother's breasts before, but this time I was even more excited, probably because there was another man involved!

My father opened his hand and grabbed my mother's breast from below. Her pointed, dark nipples pressed against his hand, seemingly resisting the
man's intrusion. My mother, meanwhile, gripped my father's penis, moaning, "Mmm...mmm..."

"You haven't touched me in so long, I miss you so much every day! You treat me like a widow...mmm...aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid I'll cheat on
you...mmm...let me tell you...some of my male colleagues at work...some of them really want to...mmm...mmm..."

"You dare! Humph, can they compare to me?" my father replied somewhat defiantly.

He forcefully ripped and twisted his mother's sexy panties. With a "ripping" sound, the silk panties tore in two,
the butterfly ripped in half. He pushed his mother down onto the bed, and with his right index finger bent, he dug into her vulva, rubbing it up and down along the slit.

"You slut, when we first did it, I knew you were horny with so much pubic hair, and now I know it's true, humph!"

The father said as he teased his mother, his movements sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes gentle, doing his best to seduce her. His mother didn't reply, only
squinting her eyes , her mouth slightly open, occasionally making "oh...oh..." sounds.

A moment later, Dad lowered his head and began licking Mom's genitals with his tongue, like a cat eating fish, deftly and lightly licking.
His left hand, meanwhile, restlessly kneaded and squeezed her breasts. After a while, he even brought his nose close, his handsome nose and lips moving in
tandem, teasing her. Then he gently parted Mom's labia, slipped his tongue into her vagina, and used his fingers to stroke the inside of her thighs.
I never expected Dad to be so skilled; if he also had the stamina, I think Mom would be completely satisfied.

At this moment, Mom's body began to writhe, her hands gripping the bed, moaning, "Oh... hum... oh... hum..."

I was also covered in sweat from nervousness. My mother's moans grew louder and louder, crying out, "Hurry...hurry...come in...
I can't take it anymore...oh...oh...I'm going to die..." But my father remained unmoved, continuing to tease her. Only when my mother started to get angry did
he insert his fingers.

He slowly slid them in and gently probed, while my mother's mouth was already wide open, panting heavily, her legs involuntarily clamping together, and she was also
pinching my father's right hand, which was pleasuring her, with one hand. Suddenly, Mom said, "No... I really want it... hurry up... oh... oh
... hurry... hurry... I want your penis... hurry... oh..."

"You're so wet, Xiaoqing."

"I said hurry up and come in... hurry up!... We haven't done it in so long... hurry up... oh..."

I was truly shocked outside the door. I never expected my mother, who was always praised as virtuous by relatives and neighbors, to say such things
. It seems that the lewdness of middle-aged women is indeed a reality.

The father seemed surprised and somewhat bewildered as he withdrew his right hand, lifted the mother's thigh, and thrust in forcefully with a "plop!"
The mother cried out "Ah!" and then wrapped her arms around the father, hooking her legs around him and clamping her thighs tightly around his lower body. At the same time, she
thrust her hips forward and sucked hard, pursing her lips and making rapid "hmm...hmm..." sounds, as if she wanted to devour his entire lower body
.

Dad was startled by Mom's sudden lust. He immediately pressed her down, firmly holding her buttocks with both hands, and began thrusting forcefully.
Their lower bodies collided repeatedly; Dad thrust forward, Mom thrust forward; Dad retreated, Mom retreated, making "slap! slap!"
sounds. Mom was also moaning "Oh...oh...oh..." and even Dad couldn't help but let out muffled "hmm...hmm..." sounds.

However, this intense scene didn't last long, only a few dozen seconds. Dad shuddered a few times, took a heavy
breath , and then lay on top of Mom, his hands still lingering on her large breasts. Mom pushed Dad away, complaining, "Why is it always so
fast...you're so annoying!"

"I don't care!" she said, turning over and lowering her head to lick Dad's already limp penis,
teasing it with her slender fingers.

At this moment, Dad's penis was covered in Mom's vaginal fluid and Dad's semen, but Mom was still licking it wantonly. I seemed to see Dad
's penis slightly swollen and gently raised, but it was still limp and powerless. What I was observing was Mom's breasts, hanging down when she bent over.

Mom's breasts were really big, especially when she bent over. Those two snow-white, plump breasts seemed to become two milky-white pillars, full
and soft, swaying from time to time. I really wanted to rush up and rub them wildly. And the two dark, raised nipples were even more
obvious , but the small brown areolas around them seemed to be shy and dare not bloom. And her thick, black pubic hair was sticky
and shiny from being soaked in vaginal fluid. Mom's hair was really as much as Dad said, a large, rectangular patch that spread around her vulva, and some even extended up to her stomach. So sexy!

After some effort, Dad's younger brother still couldn't keep up; after all, he was already over fifty. Mom had no choice but to give up.
The two Mom, looking at the ceiling, said, "Can we not do it so infrequently?"

Dad didn't reply. Looking closely, I realized he was already fast asleep, exhausted...

Mom sighed softly, turned to her side, grabbed a bunch of toilet paper, and began wiping herself and Dad's genitals. Then she crumpled
the toilet paper into a ball, casually tossed it on the floor, turned off the TV listlessly, and lay down to sleep.

At that moment, I, standing outside the door, was burning with lust, yet also felt immense pity for Mom. I went back to my room and masturbated once, then tiptoed back to
their room. Dad was snoring loudly, and Mom was already asleep. I boldly pushed open the door and entered. My mother was completely naked, lying on her side
next to my father. I nervously approached her, scrutinizing her magnificent, snow-white breasts that drove men wild, rising and
falling with her breath.

Oh my god… I had never been so close to a woman's body before. I was almost in a frenzy. Following the curves of her snow-white skin
, I saw her vulva nestled between her legs, her two dark brown labia majora, along with her curly black pubic hair, all revealed before my
eyes . I desperately wanted to forcefully spread her thighs and get a better look.

On the messy bed, I found a few of my mother's pubic hairs, quite long, about 8 or 9 centimeters when curled. I also
saw my mother's bright red panties and bra, torn by my father. The panties still had a little of my mother's vaginal fluid on them. My hands trembled as I
picked them up and smelled them; a pungent odor mixed with perfume filled my nostrils.

Consumed by lust, I licked the panties, then inserted them into my pants, covering my huge, swollen penis, and began masturbating while looking at my mother's
naked body. I really wanted to pounce on my mother and rape her, but I didn't dare. I could only masturbate vigorously, fantasizing about fucking
my mother hard, ejaculating onto the sheets next to her vulva, and then going back to my room to sleep… [The End]

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