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The mother lay quietly on her side in bed. Because her knees were bent, her full buttocks naturally presented
a beautiful curve. Her panties not only couldn't cover her plump mons pubis, but also created irregular wrinkles along the concave area.

With a mix of nervousness, curiosity, and fear, a small hand slowly reached towards the mysterious,
unknown area where the mother's thighs met.

The little hand trembled as it extended its index finger and gently poked the mons pubis, which was stretched out by the panties. So
soft. The mons pubis had sparse pubic hair, so soft too.

The little hand couldn't resist, and gently poked it again. It really was so soft.
Even softer than the large breasts held when she nestled in her mother's arms, suckling.

The mother, who was in her sleep, seemed to sense something and lazily turned over.

The little hand quickly withdrew.

Staring blankly at my mother's crotch, I wondered if she knew.
Did Mom know? Mom

must know! Would Mom

be angry ?

Mom will definitely be angry !

I thought timidly, even though I was very young, no toy could arouse my interest more than my mother's genitals
.

...Thinking, I nestled against my mother's legs and fell into a deep sleep.

It was that dream again.

I couldn't remember how many times I'd had this dream.

Actually, it shouldn't be a dream!

It's just that I was too young then, and my memory hadn't fully developed, so what actually
happened always appeared as dreams later in life.

Every time I woke up from this dream, I would quietly stare at the ceiling, recalling the dream again and
again ... and then fall back asleep.

Chapter 1

I was already in junior high school. At 14, thoughts and desires about sex increasingly occupied my mind.

What excited and unsettled me most was that I could get an erection.

I get an erection just by imagining a naked woman.

I'm becoming more and more imaginative.

Most of my imagination revolves around the genitals of women. I know women have an opening there, which, besides normal
urination, can be used for penetration by men. I've known for a long time that women's genitals are different from men's.

But I still can't help but imagine it.

Nothing is more intriguing to me than the unknown.

I feel my brain and body undergoing dramatic changes. These changes make me feel uneasy and excited.

I know I'm developing because I can get erections.

It's that dream again.

I wake up. But this time, I'm sleeping on my stomach.

I don't know when this sleeping position became my favorite.

My erect penis is pressed between my body and the bed, it feels good. I recall the dream again and
again .

It was an unreal, dark, soft mass of flesh, dark, soft flesh, very soft, very soft.

My penis was really hard, and it ached slightly from being pressed. I couldn't help but adjust my body slightly to make my
aching penis more comfortable.

But I could never find the most comfortable position.

My movements grew more vigorous, that unreal, soft mass of flesh swaying before my eyes. I felt dizzy; suddenly,
all my muscles surged with power, a power that gradually gathered from my limbs to my spine,
then extended from my spine to my anus, and finally reached my penis. I felt that my penis was the most muscular
part of my body. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. At that moment, I felt like a fierce male dog pounding a female, my
penis my most powerful weapon, the bed the female, and I was going to pierce it. At that moment, I truly believed I
could do it, because my penis was incredibly hard. If I couldn't pierce my bed, my penis would explode.

My penis really did explode. It felt like an electric current surged from my spine to my anus,
then from my anus back to my penis. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. I was a little scared, but I couldn't control
myself. My whole body trembled. My penis, under the impact of those electric currents, finally erupted,
spurting out my first ejaculation. It was my first time ejaculating, and I gave my first time to my bed.

I can clearly feel my intelligence growing rapidly along with my body.

If I used 100% of my intelligence to imagine women's genitals, then even just using
1% of that intelligence to think about math problems would make the things the teacher teaches seem incredibly easy to understand.

I really don't understand why the teacher repeats the same content so many times, and I don't understand why
some students still don't understand. From my test scores and the satisfied looks in my teacher's eyes during class
, it's clear I'm very smart. Although I haven't reached the level of composing poetry in seven steps or having a photographic memory, I am indeed very
smart. I can imagine the genitals of different girls, different female teachers, and different women ten thousand times, and
after imagining ten thousand times, I continue to imagine, enjoying it immensely.

After every test, even a unit test, I tell my mother my test scores immediately
. I cherish that moment when my mother looks at me with a gentle smile.

A smile, a glance, a gentle touch—
every is more moving than a thousand words.

This time was no exception.

She gently stroked my head. "My little frog is so clever." "Hehe,"
I chuckled smugly.

Mom was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, which fit her perfectly. She was an accountant at the company, and her usual
attire was semi-formal casual wear. Through the semi-transparent white shirt, it was easy to see that Mom was wearing
a white bra. Mom's breasts weren't the voluptuous type, but they were very full, and combined with her slender
waist and full hips, they were breathtakingly beautiful.

"You little rascal, where are you looking?" The hand that was stroking my head gently patted me.

"No," I hurriedly denied, feeling my face flush instantly; I knew
it must be very red.

My gaze darted away from my mother.

My reaction shouldn't have been so obvious, but that was when I was a child, naive and ignorant. Now, my
mind is filled with imagined female genitalia. I felt like I'd been caught doing something wrong.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before..." I muttered softly.

"Oh yeah, you even sucked on it!" My mother chuckled mischievously. "So shameless! Even in
kindergarten, you still liked to hold your mother and suckle." She couldn't help but giggle.

"No way!" I quickly denied. Unconsciously, I thought of that dream I'd had countless times.

"Still denying it? You clearly did! You even ate from my bowl, and even in elementary school, you still wanted to sleep with me
." I could tell my mother was actually a little proud.

"No, right?" "Still denying it to the death. Sigh, so sad, my son's grown up and doesn't want his mother anymore." My cunning
mother feigned sadness.

"How could that be? In your son's eyes, Mom, you'll always be so 'tall, big, and perfect.'"
I casually put my left arm around Mom's shoulder, my heart pounding nervously.

Mom laughed at my words, completely ignoring my hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, stop fooling around, I need to make dinner. Mom bought your favorite tofu and chicken legs today."
She then walked towards the kitchen.

Watching Mom sway her full hips as she left, I felt exceptionally good. I secretly resolved to put my arm around Mom's shoulder
more often, I absolutely had to.

Mom is a clean person, and most women are clean, especially my mom. Besides
showering , she also forces me to shower every day too. Showering is definitely torture for most men.

But what can I do? It's my beloved mom's request, and I generally never refuse her
requests. In this respect, I'm an obedient child.

Mom usually turns on the water for me to shower first. Mom doesn't like showers, she prefers baths, so I don't shower either
.

Sitting in the bathtub, I haphazardly started washing myself, and unconsciously glanced at my crotch. My penis seemed to have grown a bit
more; even when flaccid, it was quite large. Although I hadn't compared it to my classmates, it was probably considered large if I could hold it with one hand
and expose the entire glans. The foreskin seemed to be starting to cover the glans. Is this normal for men
? Does the glans always expose itself during puberty? I think so. When I was little, I saw several adults
' penises in the toilet, and their glans always seemed to be exposed.

I couldn't resist reaching up to pull back the foreskin so that the glans could be fully exposed, to see what it looked like.

Oh, I see. Although it was a little sore, so this is what it looks like when the glans is fully exposed.

A young penis really can't withstand any stimulation; it stood erect. I bet if
my mother were to hold my penis, she wouldn't be able to fit it in both hands, because women's hands are relatively small compared to men's.

Thinking of my mother at this moment, I instinctively felt a little nervous. Looking at my increasingly hard penis, that dark
, soft mass of flesh began to resurface in my mind, along with the small panties tightly constricting my mother
's vulva. Yes, panties, my mother's panties. I could clearly feel my heart starting to pound violently.

My mother had worked late yesterday and came home very late; it seemed she hadn't had time to wash her clothes. I looked up at
the washing machine , my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I carefully got up and walked towards the washing machine, opening
the lid. A strong smell of my mother's body mixed with laundry detergent rushed into my nose.

My God, my mother's panties were really inside—pink panties, no lace, very simple, very
clean . I was so nervous I was almost dizzy, but my penis remained erect.

Trembling, I reached out and picked up my mother's panties. A faint fragrance mixed with a scent I had never smelled before,
as if this was the scent she was born to smell.

Although the bathroom was warm, my body was trembling uncontrollably. I slowly brought the underwear close to
my nose, and the unknown smell grew stronger and stronger, almost making me faint.

Men are born to masturbate.

This was an experience I only realized later.

But the moment I held my mother's underwear in my hands, my mind went almost blank.

Instinctively, my other hand grasped my rock-hard penis. I desperately
covered my face with my mother's underwear, vigorously stroking my penis back and forth. When that dark, soft flesh
reappeared in my mind, a familiar current surged through my groin again. "Thump, thump, thump..." I could
clearly feel the rhythm of my ejaculation, as if a blood feud was standing in front of me, and I suddenly
had a submachine gun in my hand. I used all my strength to pull the trigger, roaring, I wanted to riddle my enemy in front of me
with bullets.

I ejaculated for a long time, time seemed to stand still.

I quietly savored the feeling after ejaculation, breathing slightly.

Although my legs felt a little weak from the powerful and prolonged ejaculation, I truly enjoyed the intense sense of existence I felt at that
moment .

I think I'll become addicted to it.

My penis still showed no signs of softening, but it wasn't as engorged anymore. I quietly savored the sensation, completely
unaware of my mother's wide, shocked eyes at the bathroom door. I

hurriedly sat back in the bathtub, rinsed myself off haphazardly, and glanced at the bathroom door—closed, thank goodness
! My mother was probably going to come and urge me to hurry up and finish washing.

After washing, I walked out of the bathroom, not daring to look at my mother. "Are you done washing? It's Mom's turn." "Oh."
I didn't even notice my mother's unnatural expression and slightly trembling voice. I quickly walked back to my bedroom;
I needed to calm down the tense and excited feeling after masturbating. I

crawled into bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

The intense pleasure of smelling my mother's underwear as she ejaculated was indescribable.
I swear, that was the most pleasurable moment of my life. It was a million times better than eating delicious food when I was starving or
drinking —no, a million times better.

Hehe, looking back now, that was the first time in my life I truly achieved an orgasm through masturbation, and using
my dear mother's panties as a tool, so it's unforgettable.

I turned on the TV, but my mind wasn't really on it. I just stared blankly
ahead , my mind constantly swirling with that soft flesh and my mother's little panties that brought me so much pleasure.

I didn't even notice someone pushing the door open.

"Son, are you watching TV?" My mother's voice sounded a little unnatural. "When did my little frog
start liking news programs?"

My heart started racing. "Ah? No… oh, I… just watching casually…" I was
incredibly . I didn't understand why my mother came to my room. Had she discovered something?

"Mom, is something wrong?" I stammered. "I'm going to sleep." "Can't you
talk to your son if there's nothing wrong?" My mother said, walking to the edge of my bed and sitting down, her beautiful eyes fixed on me.

I then noticed that my mother was wearing the light purple nightgown she had bought last week. I could vaguely make out that her
upper body was bare under her nightgown, and she was only wearing a pair of shorts underneath.

My face started to burn again, and I couldn't look my mother in the eye.

"No, it's just that I'm a little tired from the exam today and want to rest early." I made up an excuse, trying
to dispel my anxiety.

"My little frog has grown up and doesn't want to confide in Mom anymore." Mom started to act sad again,
showing no intention of getting up to leave, and continued, "My little frog used to love sticking to Mom."
"He was still little before." My nervousness hadn't subsided.

"Mom has been busy with work lately and hasn't paid much attention to our little frog. Mom apologizes." She paused, then continued,
"My son is so smart, Mom has always been proud of you." Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued, "But please
don't go astray, okay? You are Mom's only baby. What will Mom do if you go astray?" "No,
Mom, don't worry about it." My heart slowly began to relax.

"Really? I don't believe you. Son, you're all grown up now, have you had any girlfriends at school?" I looked at
my mother in surprise, saying, "No, no." I realized that's what she wanted to ask. My mother tilted her head

cutely, looking at me suspiciously.

"Really not," I answered firmly, "The person I love most is my mother, how could I have a girlfriend
?" I didn't mean anything by it, but I noticed my mother's face flush red. In my memory, that
was the first time my mother had blushed in front of me.

My heart started pounding again.

"Come on, you're just trying to flatter your mother, aren't you?" Perhaps to hide her embarrassment, my mother gently
poked my forehead with her delicate finger.

"I swear, the person I love most is my mother." My rational and gentle mother was
momentarily speechless at my sincere confession, her eyes shifting, her face flushed, lost in thought.

"Son, I also... love you, but sons always need to find girlfriends when they grow up." What
my mother was trying to explain was clearly misinterpreted by me.

"I will love Mom for the rest of my life, I promise." This was a genuine expression of my feelings, so my
tone was unusually firm.

Mom was stunned again, realizing I had misunderstood her, but she didn't know how to explain, and suddenly felt a little
helpless .

"Mom, I really love you, don't you believe me?" I asked anxiously.

"I believe you, I believe you," Mom seemed to suddenly come to her senses. "But, son, you can't...have
those kinds of fantasies about Mom!" "That's wrong," Mom added.

I couldn't understand what Mom was trying to say for a moment. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

At that moment, I didn't know that Mom had witnessed me masturbating with her underwear.

Suddenly, my scalp tingled. Could it be...could it be...that Mom saw me in the bathroom
?

My whole body and mind instantly felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar, my mind went blank, and my body trembled slightly with fear. I
felt something deep inside me shatter, and I even had a strong urge to die.

My face must have been frighteningly white.

Seeing my pale face, Mom was a little frightened. "Son, what's wrong?" Seeing I didn't react, Mom
panicked. "Son, what's wrong? Don't scare Mom, Mom doesn't blame you." Seeing I still didn't respond, Mom
started to get scared. She cupped my cheeks in her hands and began to shake me. "Son, don't scare Mom, Mom doesn't blame you,
Mom really doesn't blame you." Her voice was already trembling with tears.

I hugged Mom tightly, crying out, "Mom, I was wrong... I shouldn't have... I was a
pervert for doing that... Mom, I was wrong... I shouldn't have done such a perverted thing... Mom, my heart hurts so much, I
want to die... Waaah..." My

terrified, trembling sobs were hoarse. It was heartbreaking to hear, especially for my own mother who loved me so deeply.

"Son, don't cry... You're not a pervert... Mom doesn't blame you... Mom was wrong, Mom didn't
mean to peek at you... It's all Mom's fault... Son, don't cry..." As she comforted her, Mom herself began to cry
.

"Son, don't cry, it's all Mom's fault... Mom shouldn't have talked to you like that, it's all Mom's fault."
Mom held me tightly to her chest, constantly comforting me.

Actually, when I found out Mom had seen me masturbating, I was terrified, thinking I was going to die.

Yes, I really underestimated the extent to which a mother could spoil her own son.

Later, when Mom and I were embracing, I asked her a question, "Mom,
do you regret it?" My answer was a deep, passionate kiss from Mom.

With Mom's continued comforting, my emotions gradually calmed down, but my arms remained
tightly wrapped around Mom. Mom seemed genuinely worried about me, completely unconcerned about how tightly we were hugging, and continued to
gently comfort me.

"My dear son, you're not a pervert, don't think nonsense. Every boy goes through this. This is called
puberty, it means my son is about to grow into a man. Mom is overjoyed, how could I blame
you..." "No, no, that's not perverted. Puberty boys are curious about girls, people..."
"Being impulsive is normal, and it's understandable to want to vent. Doing that... is normal, Mom understands." Mom patiently and
rationally analyzed the situation.

"But..." I was still in a negative state of mind and couldn't adjust for a while.

"No buts, it's normal. Every boy goes through that, it's perfectly normal." Mom
said confidently.

"Mom, you really don't blame me?" I still had a lingering fear.

"Mom doesn't blame you at all. You're Mom's most beloved son!" Mom seemed
a little angry. "Don't you even believe what Mom says?" "I believe you, I believe you."
After a moment of silence, I asked hesitantly, "Mom... can you sleep with me tonight?" I felt Mom
's body stiffen, her breathing become heavier, and after a short silence, Mom gently nodded and said, "Yes." My
heart began to race.

I slowly loosened my grip on my mother's embrace, looked up at her beautiful face, and said, "It's been so long since I slept
with . I want to feel that warmth again." My mother looked into my pure eyes, gave me a relieved look, and playfully
scolded me, "You little rascal." She pulled back the covers, slipped into my bed, and asked, "Do you want to keep watching
TV ?" I said, "No, thank you." She turned off the TV and lay down beside me,
arm to arm.

I turned to look at her. "Mom, I'm tired. Let's turn off the light and sleep." She turned back to me gently and replied, "Okay."
In the darkness, I could almost hear my heart pounding.

"Mom, can I hug you?" She didn't answer, but simply turned over gently.

I easily hugged her from behind, my chest against her back, my lower body against her
bottom , my hands on her stomach, and my head resting on her neck.

I took a deep breath—it smelled so good. I tightened my arms around her body; it felt so good.

I felt so happy, so content, and I wished it could last forever.

I secretly vowed never to let my mother worry about me again, and never to do anything to upset her. In
a daze , I fell into a deep sleep.

And so, my warm and wonderful "first night" with my mother passed, and nothing happened.

Chapter Two

The next morning, I woke up naturally.

I felt my whole body automatically adjust to its optimal state, especially a certain part of my male body.

My mother's breathing was steady; she probably hadn't woken up yet.

I discovered that my hand was inside my mother's pajamas, grasping her breast. One hand couldn't hold it;
the flesh overflowed between my fingers. Her exceptionally firm breast, through our underwear, pressed perfectly against the
cleft of her buttocks.

This situation inevitably made my heart race again. I wanted to loosen my grip, yet I was intensely reluctant.

After a while, I couldn't resist gently kneading my mother's breast. It was so soft. My palm rubbed against her nipple,
tickling me. I felt blissfully faint, and my morning erection instantly swelled even more, pressing
even tighter against the cleft of my mother's buttocks.

But with my underwear still in between, I could never achieve the desired sensation. It felt like being suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or
down, which was very uncomfortable.

Gritting my teeth, I carefully pulled off my own underwear and rubbed my glans against my mother's buttocks
.

I immediately felt a surge of pleasure, even though it was still through her underwear. The psychological satisfaction was what was most exciting. Before I'd rubbed for long, a tingling sensation before ejaculation began to gather in my lower body.
Startled , I stopped and quickly suppressed the urge. After the urge to ejaculate subsided, I resumed rubbing through her underwear.

My mother still showed no signs of waking up.

My courage suddenly grew, and my kneading and rubbing became more intense, my breathing becoming rapid.
I was a little dissatisfied with the status quo, but I was also terrified. My hand slowly left my mother
's breast, sliding down her lower abdomen towards that ever-mysterious triangle. Time seemed to pass so slowly; my
heart was pounding. I held my breath, intently exploring the place I had longed for,
almost

fact that success was within reach, I didn't notice my mother's breathing becoming heavy. My hand had already
pulled aside her panties; victory was in sight. Just as I was about to proceed, my mother's trembling voice stopped
me, "That's enough... you little rascal!" I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand. "Mom... you
're awake..." Embarrassed, I didn't know where to put my hands, anxiously awaiting my mother's scolding.

Instead of the expected scolding, Mom calmed herself down, gently pulled away from my embrace
, straightened her disheveled pajamas, and looked away, her cheeks flushed.
Her expression neither angry nor not angry. She seemed to unconsciously take a deep breath before turning to look at me.

Seeing my timid and somewhat hesitant gaze, Mom was momentarily at a loss for words. I
quickly said, "Mom, I'm sorry!" I know my mother too well; whenever she hesitates
about scolding me, an apology is the quickest way to resolve the issue.

Sure enough, Mom chuckled.

"You cunning boy," Mom said, feigning anger.

"Mom, I was wrong. I got too emotional just now." I reached out and hugged Mom, trying to calm her
down .

"Don't do that again, okay?" Mom didn't seem to want to pull away from my hug.

"Okay, okay," I hugged my mother again, but this time it was a front hug,
face to face . I could clearly feel her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and comfortable.

"But Mom, you have to sleep with me often from now on. I feel so safe and happy." Afraid she
wouldn't believe me, I emphasized, "I mean it."

There was no response. My mother didn't seem to care, but she seemed to be squirming, as if enduring some discomfort. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, puzzled.

"Ah?...What?...N-nothing...You...are pressing against me a little..." My mother's face
turned even redder, looking incredibly cute.

I realized then that my little brother hadn't softened at all despite being interrupted; he was stubbornly pressing
against my mother's lower abdomen.

Seeing that my mother didn't seem to mind, I deliberately pushed forward a little.

"What are you doing? You little rascal?" my mother scolded, her eyes so alluring they seemed to drip with moisture.

"Nothing, what's wrong?" I pretended nothing was wrong, and then, as if in retaliation, I pushed forward again.

"If you keep doing that… Mommy's going to get angry!" My mother frowned slightly, looking at me reproachfully,
with a hint of warning.

For the first time ever, I felt no fear, because my mother was radiating a dazzling allure that
made my heart race. Her luscious lips were so close… I mustered all my courage and suddenly
kissed my mother.

My mother didn't react in time and was kissed squarely.

Shocked, her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it was real.

I, however, was too clumsy to know what to do next, so I just stayed there, kissing her, quietly enjoying the moment.

Is this what kissing feels like?

So special, so warm!

Mom finally reacted, jerking off me, panting, a little exasperated, and tried to hit me, but
I cleverly grabbed her.

"Frog...!" Mom shrieked.

I looked stunned, seemingly still reeling from the kiss. Mom seemed to
suddenly remember something, her heart softening, and she forced a gentle tone, "Frog... that's wrong. You can't do
that to Mom. This time... Mom will forgive you," she paused, "Let go of Mom, I need to get up..."
"No!" I don't know where the courage came from, but I still clung tightly.

"Frog!..." Mom forced herself to look serious. "Mom's really going to get angry." "
Unless Mom promises me she'll sleep with me every night from now on!" From "often" to "every day,"
I guessed Mom didn't realize I was pushing her luck, and felt a surge of smugness. I felt this was the most domineering I'd ever been in front of Mom
since .

Mom looked at me quietly for a while, seemingly at her wit's end. After a moment of internal struggle, she nodded
helplessly . "Okay, Mom promises you... but you have to listen to Mom, or Mom
will never talk to you again." "Okay, okay, thank you, Mom." I nodded vigorously and then stole a quick kiss
from Mom. Before she could react, I couldn't help but burst into triumphant laughter.

"You..." Mom was truly speechless. As if giving up, I prepared to throw off the covers and get up. Watching Mom's
profile as she sat up, I was suddenly filled with anticipation for the future. Mom

, who had just thrown off the covers and was about to turn and leave, suddenly stopped, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at me on the bed—
or rather, at my crotch.

I followed my mother's gaze downwards and suddenly realized that, to rub against her
buttocks , I had secretly taken off my underwear. Now, my lower body was completely naked. Youth is wonderful;
my body's functions are always at their peak. My penis, as expected, remained erect, with
most of , trembling and nodding to my mother.

My mother's face immediately turned red. Embarrassed, I quickly pulled the blanket over myself, too nervous
to speak, looking quite pitiful.

My mother stood there blankly for a moment, glanced at me quickly, and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped.
"Son… are you really… in… pain?" As if making a huge decision, she asked, "Do you want…
Mom to help you?" At that moment, my mother was the most beautiful I had ever seen.

I nodded dumbly, not knowing how my mother would help me.

Then, my mother gently lifted the blanket, and my penis was slowly exposed before her eyes.

I was a little nervous, too afraid to move, staring intently at my mother's movements.

It felt like an eternity before her hand finally grasped my penis.

I had a sudden, unsettling feeling that she wasn't just holding my penis, but my entire life. My whole being
seemed to float on clouds, a hazy, unreal sensation.

Although she could only barely hold a third of it, her hand began to slowly move up and down.
My body gradually relaxed, and I adjusted my lying position so she could more comfortably grasp my life.

Her movements became more intense, her face flushed, her eyes, both eager and slightly bewildered, focused intently on my
genitals.

I almost cried from the emotion of her actions, yet I couldn't help but close my eyes occasionally to
savor the sensation .

My mother also began to get excited, breathing slightly heavily. Without me noticing, her other hand
joined in, helping her dearest son with his masturbation.

Gradually, that tingling sensation appeared. I didn't want to control it at all; I just let it be. I wanted to
erupt in my dear mother's hands. As if sensing her son's inner call, my mother used all her strength,
cupping my penis in her hands and stroking it rapidly. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, a small tuft of hair stuck to
it, and she was breathing heavily.

I was captivated by my mother's focused and seductive demeanor. My limbs seemed to instantly lose all strength, except for my penis, which was filled with
the intense pleasure before the eruption.

I prepared myself, and suddenly, I couldn't help but shudder. My semen
gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, "plop, plop, plop," shooting out relentlessly, shooting until I was dizzy and disoriented. I desperately felt the pleasure of ejaculation,
my eyes fixed on my mother.

My mother was too focused, and my sudden ejaculation covered her face.

I swear, at that moment, I didn't think this was an obscene scene at all. I almost impulsively sat up,
hugged my mother tightly, and kissed her deeply.

But having just ejaculated in my mother's arms, I was completely exhausted and lay there, not wanting to move at all.

My mother and I were both panting heavily. After a while, she finally gave me a sidelong glance, got up, and went
to the bathroom.

Perhaps trying to calm her overly excited emotions, she stayed in the bathroom for a long time; I
almost thought she wasn't going to come out.

Finally, she composed herself and emerged from the bathroom, her eyes unfocused and avoiding my gaze.
This felt a little strange to me, but I didn't dare to ask.

"Mom..." I started to speak, but I didn't know what to say.

Mom stopped, "This is our little secret!" After saying that, she fled from my
room .

I felt like the whole world was smiling at me. Suddenly, the air was so fresh, the sunshine was so
bright , and life was so wonderful.

Chapter 3

Today is Saturday, the weekend.

My "little secret" with my mom has lasted for almost a month, happening at least twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening .
Sometimes I can't help it and I beg my mom to do it more often. My mom will then take the opportunity to ask me to study hard and
get good grades on my exams, and reward me by helping me masturbate.

I am completely trapped in my mom's "clutches," completely under her control, but I am happy and
content , wishing it could go on forever. Although sometimes my mom worries about my health, seeing me
lively and energetic every day, her worries will subside. She is even more surprised by my extraordinary
physical strength , and sometimes she will even pout cutely and complain to me that her arms are sore, asking me to massage them for her.

My mother truly kept her promise to share a bed with me every day, and the intimacy between us far exceeded
my expectations. Knowing my fascination with her breasts, she sometimes wouldn't even wear pajamas, sleeping topless with
me, which moved me deeply. I often couldn't resist asking her to masturbate me like that, and I would ejaculate on her
breasts. Whenever this happened, my mother would look at me with a reproachful expression, as if to say, "Who told you to be my
own son? You feel my love for you, right?" Yes, I felt it—an incurable, indulgent, and doting
love. I truly felt it.

I finally started to feel a little dissatisfied with the status quo because I still hadn't been able
to see .

Every time it came to the crucial moment, my mother would stop me, no matter how much I begged or acted pitiful, even if I just
wanted to take a look , she wouldn't allow it, which made me very frustrated.

At most, I could only touch her through her underwear when she wasn't looking.

However, driven by my innate and persistent curiosity about women's genitals, I wouldn't give up. I was waiting for my chance.
One day, I would break through the barrier blocking that dark, soft flesh that had been tempting me for so long. I would thoroughly
understand my mother, understand this world. The happy day soon arrived, and it was
time for my mother and me to sleep together. I quickly slipped into the warm bed we shared. Having completely lost interest in cartoons
, I lay on the bed full of anticipation, a happy smile unconsciously on my face.

My mother finally finished her shower and came into my room, combing her freshly dried hair as she walked.
She was shirtless, her white panties tightly clinging to her plump and mysterious triangle, exuding
a strong sense of mature beauty. My mother glanced up at me and smiled. "Aren't you going to watch TV?" she
asked.

"What's so interesting about TV? I want to watch my dear mother..." I said with a mischievous grin.

"You little pervert!" After so many days of "intimate contact," Mom had almost gotten used to my teasing,
at most just scolding me a couple of times. Mom casually picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

"Yesterday's drama was pretty good, watch it with Mom." Mom also crawled into bed.

"Okay, sure." I replied sweetly.

Before Mom could even adjust her sleeping position, I couldn't wait to start kneading Mom's big breasts.

"Stop it." Although she said that, she didn't mean to stop me at all, and was still
changing TV channels with the remote.

Finding that the drama hadn't started yet, Mom put down the remote and adjusted her body to a comfortable position,
so that she could watch TV well and it would be convenient for me to caress her breasts.

I was once again moved by Mom's considerate behavior, and could only caress Mom's breasts even more vigorously,
pinching , and sometimes grabbing all five at once with my right hand, feeling the fullness of the plump soft flesh overflowing between my fingers,
sometimes pinching Mom's nipples and twisting and pulling... In short, I would never get tired of playing with Mom's two big breasts
.

My mother quickly began to moan softly, her eyes half-closed, her head tilted back, limp and
motionless .

I knew she was savoring my caresses, as if this made her feel my
affection even more.

She seemed to enjoy this feeling of being cherished.

I thought she must be addicted to it.

As her son, I certainly wouldn't disappoint my dear mother. I caressed her even more vigorously,
kissing her shoulders, neck, and even her earlobes. I felt her body tremble slightly, her face flushed
, but she didn't stop my kisses. However, her whole body began to slowly heat up, and she swayed slightly.

I knew she was feeling very comfortable, because I had experienced this with her many times before. When her
body started to heat up, it meant she was also experiencing pleasure, and in the end, she would always get up satisfied
and hurry to the bathroom.

One time, I finally couldn't resist and secretly followed her. What I saw almost made me gasp. I saw
Mom take off her slightly damp underwear in the bathroom, hang it under the hairdryer, and then
hurriedly sit on the toilet. A moment later, I heard the "hiss-hiss" of her urinating. At that moment,
Mom let out a sigh of relief.

Noticing that Mom was about to look up at the door, I quickly ran back to bed.

Then, an idea struck me—hehe, this is my secret weapon for today! I
continued to caress Mom's breasts with one hand, while quietly taking off my own underwear with the other.

I observed quietly for about ten minutes.

Feeling my erection pressing against her buttocks through her underwear, and enjoying her son's affectionate caresses, her
movements became increasingly intense. I felt like I was hugging a giant heater, so hot and bothersome. A shy blush
spread from her face to her neck. I knew she was close to reaching her climax, and my plan was about to be implemented
. My excitement was indescribable. Sure enough, "Son, wait a minute," her mother said breathlessly, "Mommy
needs to go to the bathroom."

Of course, I couldn't let her have her way. Pretending not to hear, I officially began my great, self-admiring...
With my hands gripping my mother's nipples tightly, my already rock-hard erection, barely concealed
by her underwear, thrust forcefully into her cleft.

My mother screamed at my sudden attack, confused. I thrust desperately
, relentlessly penetrating her. Despite the underwear, each thrust sank
deep into her soft flesh. After only a few thrusts, I felt my glans rubbing painfully against her underwear. My mother seemed to
realize what was happening, panting and trying to break free. But alas, her vital area was under attack, her nipples were firmly
held, and she was on the verge of orgasm, unable to muster any strength. Moreover, being halfway through
development I possessed considerable brute force. Ignoring everything else, I thrust relentlessly, using all my strength,
completely disregarding my mother's resistance and the pain from my erection.

Perhaps it was because my glans was a little sore that I avoided the possibility of ejaculating due to excessive stimulation. I was thrusting
vigorously , sweating profusely with excitement, when, unintentionally, it seemed as if one of my thrusts hit some unknown spot.
Suddenly, my mother's whole body stiffened, she let out a high-pitched moan, her eyes widening in disbelief. Then her mouth opened
wide… a series of violent tremors followed. My exposed glans could clearly feel
the spot suddenly becoming wet and warm, very slippery. The fluid even spread onto the sheets beneath her buttocks
. Seeing my mother's open mouth and her body trembling, I almost impulsively ejaculated. Using all
my willpower , I finally suppressed the intense tingling sensation and forced myself to calm down.

This was a golden opportunity, a chance that wouldn't come again. Taking advantage of my mother's momentary distraction, I needed to quickly carry out the final step of my plan.
I hurriedly freed one hand and reached for my mother's buttocks, pulling the clasp of her underwear covering her thighs aside.

I took a deep breath, and without time to explore, I thrust my large penis in. Unexpectedly,
I slid smoothly into a hot, soft place. The tender, smooth flesh on all sides eagerly welcomed
the unexpected guest, pressing and rubbing against my glans. I immediately felt a tingling sensation on my scalp, and I was dizzy and
disoriented. A blissful sense of accomplishment quickly filled my mind. This is... this is... Mom
's place? Did

I really... really... enter Mom's body?

Just thinking about it sent a tingling, numb sensation, ten thousand times stronger than usual, spreading throughout my body.
I couldn't and didn't want to control it. In a final burst of energy, I pushed the rest of my large penis
deep . I felt myself entering a very deep part of her body. The tender flesh pressing against my glans became denser
and denser. Just as I was about to give up and surrender, my glans suddenly touched a soft, slippery little lump. Before
I could even savor it, the lump slid away and disappeared. I was suddenly aroused by intense curiosity and
momentarily forgot that I was about to ejaculate. I slowly pulled back and then thrust forward again, wanting to continue to feel
that cute little lump deep inside her vagina.

Sure enough, I hit it again. The little fleshy lump kissed my glans and then shyly disappeared. This
strange phenomenon immediately aroused my strong competitive spirit. I refused to believe it and was determined to hit it. So,
in order to play hide-and-seek with that little fleshy lump deep inside my mother's vagina, I miraculously suppressed the urge to ejaculate and began
to thrust vigorously, casually throwing the obstructing blanket aside.

My mother's tight vagina was filled to the brim. With each thrust, the layers of beautiful flesh wrapping around my penis
shifted and turned erratically. I savored the layers of soft flesh that clenched my shaft while forcefully
thrusting deeper into my mother's body, searching for that slippery, tender flesh. With each deep and shallow thrust, I finally discovered
some patterns.

It turned out that the tender little fleshy lump was hiding at the end of my mother's vagina, where it bends downwards. That
must be a peculiar spot in my mother's vagina, like a "vacuum within a vulva." Although it was a very hidden and narrow
place, it had probably never been explored like this before.

Actually, that cute little fleshy lump was being touched by something foreign for the first time ever. If it weren't for
my unusually large penis being exceptionally gifted, it probably would never have had the chance to come out and breathe in its entire life. I was so engrossed in
comfortably rubbing into my mother's fleshy hole, studying and experiencing it beautifully, completely unaware that my mother's face
was terribly pale, her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open but unable to speak, and saliva uncontrollably dripping
from Sweat had soaked through my mother and me, sticky and sticky. I felt that my mother and I were
completely soaked down there, and with the in and out of my penis, it made a "sizzling" sound. I was
stimulated point of almost going crazy, feeling so happy and satisfied that I couldn't help but want to shout to the sky. Suddenly, I felt a numbness at the base of my anus,
and a strong urge to ejaculate surged to my head.

Realizing I was at my limit, I desperately pressed against the little
fleshy lump deep inside my mother's vagina, feeling the incredibly slippery flesh there. With a roar and clenched teeth, I forcefully
ejaculated, "plop, plop, plop," the scalding semen relentlessly washing over the depths of my mother's vagina. Stimulated by my sudden ejaculation, my mother
trembled violently as if in a spasm. I felt a cool liquid spill out from inside my mother, splashing
onto my still-throbbing glans. The pleasure made me tremble and ejaculate another large gush of semen, almost
to the point of exhaustion. I pressed my mother's body tightly together, our lower bodies locked in a tight embrace, unwilling to separate for a long time.

It took me a while to gradually calm down. I started to worry that my mother might lose her temper and ignore me.
But I was shocked to find her head tilted to one side, her wet hair sticking to her face, her eyes wide open but
without any expression, her face horribly pale, drool at the corner of her mouth, and her naked body
trembling slightly.

I, who had just been so vigorous and enjoying myself, was suddenly terrified by the scene before me. I hurriedly pulled out my penis, which was deeply inserted into my mother's body
, with a lewd "pop" sound, and a large amount of semen mixed with my mother's love juice overflowed from her vagina.

Ignoring the long-desired sight of my mother's vulva, I gently shook her shoulder. No
response . I shook it again, still no response. A wave of indescribable fear
washed over me. My scalp tingled, and I shuddered, thinking, "Would I... kill my mother like this?" I shook my head, too afraid to think any further.
"Mom, what's wrong?" My voice was hoarse with terror. "Mom... what's wrong?... Don't
scare me, I was wrong, I'll never do it again." My mother still didn't respond, her voice trembling with tears.
"Mom...Mom...Son...I'll never do it again, wake up...Hit me, I'll never...never
again ...Waaah..." My mother, who doted on me so much, seemed to be awakened by my heart-wrenching cries.
Her eyes gradually focused, and her body began to relax, as if she had suffered a great injustice. My dear mother suddenly
started sobbing, tears and snot streaming down her face, her shoulders shaking.

I quickly fell silent, forcibly suppressing my earlier fear, and looked at my heartbroken mother with trepidation. After

sobbing for a while, my mother seemed to calm down a bit, choking back sobs as if talking to herself, "How could you
do this...to your...mother, waaaah, I love you so much, how could you be so cruel,
waaaah...I thought...I was going to be killed by my own son...how could you be so cruel?" "
Mom ...I was wrong...I'll never do it again..." I cried, quickly hugging my mother tightly in my arms.

My mother didn't resist, nor did she have the strength to. "How could you be so heartless... I
love you so much... Waaah... You're so cruel..." she kept repeating. As her heartless
son , I couldn't think of any way to comfort her, and could only silently cry with her.

Suddenly, I hated myself. I felt so selfish, so dirty. Why did I always only think of my own feelings?
Why did I always make my mother so sad? Why, why? I suddenly sat up and started slapping
myself hard. I heard strange noises behind me. My mother turned around and saw her son
slapping himself. She rushed over and grabbed my hand, crying, "What are you doing... Stop hitting yourself
..." I didn't listen, shook off her hand, and continued to hit myself. "Stop hitting me...son...please stop hitting me
! It hurts my heart to see you hitting yourself like this..." Seeing that I still didn't stop, my mother was
almost driven mad with heartache. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she pounced on me, hugged my head, and kissed me. I felt
something warm and soft slip into my mouth, frantically stirring around, as if searching for something.
My mind went blank, and the burning pain on my face lessened.

I awkwardly responded to my mother's kiss. I felt her tongue search my mouth for a while, finally
capturing my tongue, which was tucked away. My mother was overjoyed and began to entwine and suck on it. My mother kissed me so passionately and
intensely, not wasting a single drop of my saliva, sucking it all into her mouth and swallowing it eagerly
, then entwining and sucking again. So this is what a real kiss is like. I suddenly realized that
kissing can make people's blood boil. I must kiss my mother like this more often in the future.

As a complete novice at kissing, I could only passively accept everything from beginning to end, but I didn't care at all. I was
deeply moved by my mother's tolerance and love.

The intense, wet kiss lasted for a long time. It was as if my mother wanted to
take back all the bodily fluids that I had just forcefully taken from her. She kissed with unusual madness, and I was gradually infected by her madness. My lower body involuntarily
rose and pressed against my mother's stomach.

My mother, who was in a daze, felt my hardness and immediately regained a bit of clarity. Her tongue left
my mouth, bringing out a long strand of saliva. My mother looked down and saw my bright red
glans proudly nodding to her. My mother's eyes flickered as she stared at my penis. She seemed
to recall something in her mind, and her face, which was gradually regaining its rosy color, showed an expression of love and hate.

"You stinky thing, you bad thing..." Mom actually started gently slapping my big, hard penis with her hand, her face full of
resentment and defiance. Her two large, snow-white breasts swayed with the slapping of her arm, quite dazzling. Her

moist, red little mouth was pouted there, her face still bearing traces of tears and sweat that hadn't completely dried,
and a cute little bit of snot.

Seeing my dear mother's pitiful expression and adorable behavior, I couldn't help but laugh.

My mother, who was venting her frustrations on my large penis, was a little provoked by my laughter. She looked up at me with her big,
watery eyes and glared at me, muttering in a spoiled tone, "You bad thing... knowing it's so big, you still
had the heart to... push it so deep into Mom's place, I almost thought... I was going to be killed."
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she hit me harder, constantly cursing "bad thing." But upon reflection,
it didn't seem to be all bad memories. It was just that that place had never been touched before, and she didn't know
where it was in her body. The inexplicable fear was a more accurate description of the feeling than any physical discomfort.
Actually ... aside from that fear of the unknown, the feeling of being penetrated by my son was still... still... very comfortable
. It's just that my son's bad thing was so thick. Even without touching that unknown place, my lower body felt
full and unbearable. Wasn't the pain from being swollen enough when I gave birth to you?

Just thinking about it unconsciously for a moment, Mom felt ashamed and couldn't help but let out a small spurt from her vagina
. She was shocked by herself. How could I... suddenly become so sensitive and lewd? I'm such
a bad thing, born to ruin women.
While she couldn't help but show a happy and proud smile.

I felt I shouldn't have forgiven my son so easily, but I simply
didn't to scold him. Sigh, I hate my own weakness. How can I ever
hold my head high in front of my son again… "It's all this bad thing's fault, it's so wicked…" Sensing that my mother had truly forgiven
me, I knelt before her, taking her hands in mine as she slapped my younger brother. Looking deeply into
her eyes, as if sensing something, her gaze shifted slightly. I gently turned her head to
look into my eyes, then continued to hold her hands. In the exchange of our eyes, I boldly confessed,
"Mom, I love you!…I want to protect you for the rest of my life!" Calming my slightly trembling voice, I asked,
"Can you accept your son's heartfelt love for you?" Before she could even give me a proper answer,
tears of emotion streamed down her face. "…I love you too, Mom will always love you!" I will forever remember this moment,
the moment my mother and I pledged to walk towards eternity.

In the years to come, I will never abandon my mother and will never change my heart.

Chapter Four

: The promise of "eternity" is certainly touching, but a young heart cannot be
bound .

Of course, it wasn't until several years later that I realized this.
After breaking down the final barrier with my dear mother, for a long time, my mother and I were immersed in a sweet, "newlywed" life
, completely focused on our studies.

My academic performance also began to improve rapidly from then on. Already a top student, I
became star at school.

I represented my class and school in almost every subject competition—city, province, and even
national; in humanities, sciences, and even sports and arts… Almost every time I won an award, my mother, as
a parent, would be invited to the school's award ceremony, and even invited to give a speech on how to raise outstanding children
. Watching my beautiful mother on stage, shy yet brimming with pride, I felt genuinely happy and
fulfilled . My mother's unconditional love for me and her full and alluring body were
the source of my motivation to constantly strive for higher honors.

I discovered that I was an absolute genius and all-rounder; in fashionable terms, I belonged to the
"new century's composite talent" that the country encouraged to cultivate and urgently needed. But I believe that
whatever are all thanks to my mother.

Furthermore, as I grew and developed, and was constantly nurtured by my mother's love,
I became tall, cheerful, confident, and approachable. The girls who admired me, both inside and outside of school, could practically form
a reinforced platoon.

However, I was completely immune to the shy advances of those girls. In my eyes, there was only my mother;
those underdeveloped, green apples around me couldn't arouse my interest at all. Faced with
the relentless advances of the girls around me, I politely refused without hesitation.

After a fulfilling and relaxing day at school, I hummed a little tune, casually slung my backpack over my shoulder, and
strolled home, ignoring the adoring glances from the girls around me. I savored
every moment spent with my dear mother. The beautiful sunset shone down, casting my long
shadow "Mom, I'm home!" I said cheerfully.

"Oh, Mom's cooking... Go do your homework first, Mom'll be done soon." Mom's gentle voice
came from the kitchen.

I tossed my schoolbag aside, quickly walked behind Mom, and hugged her tightly from behind as she wielded the spatula
.

"Mom, are you tired? Do you want your son to massage you...?" I said, and unceremoniously started to massage Mom's
large breasts.

"You little pervert... You're always up to no good as soon as you get back. Mom's cooking..." She turned around and kissed me. "
It'll be done soon..." As my "relationship" with Mom deepened, Mom's indulgence of me had reached an almost
unbearable level. Mom constantly satisfied my various unreasonable demands in my youthful arrogance.

For example, I stipulated that my mother was not allowed to wear a bra at any time at home, and
could only wear a shirt or t-shirt on top and a miniskirt and stockings on the bottom. Except during her period, she was never allowed to wear underwear under her skirt. Once, my mother
came home from work and accidentally forgot to take off her underwear. I found out when she was mopping the floor. I was so angry that I
punished her cruelly. I refrained from having sex with her or talking to her for a month. I wanted her to know that her son's
words were law and she had to obey. My mother kept begging me to forgive her, crying her heart out, and even to the point of
almost fainting from despair. I just heartlessly ignored her.

After that, my mother really went crazy, like a walking corpse. Although she still went to work every day, she would talk to herself
from time to time sometimes she would stare blankly. By the last week, she
was extremely haggard and almost demented. In addition to her daily routine of cooking, bathing, and going to work, she would hide in her
room and not come out. Later I found out that in order to get used to not wearing underwear forever, and also to punish and
alleviate bought an olive-shaped plastic ball from an adult store, inserted it into
her vagina, and then used a small piece of tape to cover the middle of her mons pubis to prevent the ball from slipping out.

For almost half a month, she kept it plugged in, whether commuting to and from work, or doing housework at home, except when showering or
urinating . When she got home and hid in her room, she would frantically masturbate in front of my
picture with her legs spread wide. But even after rubbing her clitoris for almost an hour, she still couldn't reach orgasm. Every time this happened,
my mother would bite her arm like a madwoman, letting out muffled screams of pain and despair, not even caring that
bright red Finally, a month passed.

I was almost going crazy from holding back. That night, after showering, I lay in bed alone, tossing and turning,
feeling that I had punished my mother enough. So I started walking towards my mother's bedroom without knocking,
because I knew she wouldn't lock it. I just walked in and was immediately shocked by what I saw.
My mother's long, beautiful legs were spread wide open, and a photo of me was placed not far from her crotch. She was biting
one hand in her mouth and crying silently, while the other hand was frantically rubbing her genitals. The harder she rubbed,
the more tears she involuntarily shed. I was stunned by my mother's frantic and pitiful state, and a strong sense of guilt
welled up in my heart.

I lunged forward and hugged my mother, who was violently masturbating, crying out in anguish, "Mom, don't do this!
I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted like this..." At the same time, I grabbed her
hands, which were still masturbating and one of which she had bitten until it bled. "Mom, please don't do this! I was really wrong..."
My mother, lost in a trance, took a while to recover from my cries. Seeing her beloved son so close, she was overjoyed
, crying and laughing . She hugged my head and kissed me passionately, mumbling incoherently, "Son...
don't... ignore Mom... sob... Mom..." "...I will definitely...listen to my son...sob sob sob...
don't leave Mom...don't leave..." Overwhelmed with guilt and deep emotion for my mother, I
responded passionately to her kiss. Our long-lost tongues intertwined, our
saliva , dripping down our lips. My already rock-hard penis, throbbing with desire, demanded I make up for its
month of loneliness. I abruptly lifted my mother's plump buttocks and placed them between my legs. With a "plop,"
my expertly large penis slid precisely into my mother's thirsty and sensitive vagina, love juices splattering everywhere.

The reason for the woman-on-top position was to maintain the passionate kiss with my mother, feeling...
The sensation of my long-awaited penis being enveloped by layers of warm, smooth, and tender flesh was indescribable.
I began to thrust rapidly, each stroke hitting the most sensitive spot deep within my mother's cunt.
Normally, after two or three out of ten thrusts, my mother would reach a rapid and overwhelming climax within ten minutes.
But now, almost every thrust hit its mark. My mother, who hadn't had sex for a month, was indeed aroused to the point of overflowing lustful fluids.
Her eyes , and her body convulsed as she fell backward. I quickly reached out to support her and pulled out
my penis, which was deeply inserted into my mother's body, with lightning speed.

I quickly flipped my mother, who was almost over from pleasure, onto her back, so she was on all fours. Then I knelt behind her,
cupped her large, plump buttocks, and excitedly brought my mouth and face to hers, licking and biting them with relish.
Her cute anus and moist, plump vagina were so close, and I sucked on them with smacking sounds. My tongue kept
teasing my mother's erect clitoris and labia. My mother lay limp on the sheets as if in a trance, her large breasts
pressed against the bed, creating two mounds of snow-white flesh. Her head was tilted to one side, her small mouth open, moaning and panting. After I had licked her enough, I
quickly sat up. Holding my large, thick penis, I aimed it at her alluring, wet vagina and slowly inserted it. I felt
the tightly packed, sticky flesh inside being pushed apart layer by layer by my large glans, which began to rub against my
thick "Sizzle," the glans quickly reached the end of her vagina, only to be blocked by an unknown mass of fat
. But I knew that at the end of my mother's vagina lay a hidden and wonderful place, where a
slippery, tender, and plump little clitoris awaited my pleasure. I stepped back slightly, then bravely thrust into that wonderful place.
My mother's body... He convulsed violently, letting out a high-pitched moan, gasping for breath, his throat
trembling with a sickly tremor. Completely ignoring my mother, who was practically dying from soreness, I held her large buttocks with both hands,
thrusting in and out with unrestrained pleasure. Her wet, plump, luscious flesh rubbed and turned with each stroke. I inadvertently glanced down
and noticed her anus, contracting and relaxing enticingly. A thought flashed through my mind; I moved my hands over and used my
thumbs to probe and dig. My mother was immediately aroused, her head jerking back, coughing and panting as if choking on saliva.
Finally, I was overwhelmed by my mother's seductive... The morbid waves of orgasms pushed me to the brink of ejaculation. My thumb gripped my mother's
anus, and my large penis thrust violently a few more times. Then, enduring the intense tingling and numbness, I pressed the head of my penis against
the deepest part of her flesh, letting out a roar. Thick
streams beautiful flesh. From that time on, my mother was almost completely obedient to me,
granting my every request, no matter how small, and doing it thoroughly, as if afraid that her morbidly infatuated
son suddenly become angry and abandon her.

My mother was always ready to be penetrated by her beloved son, anywhere, anywhere.
Pleasing her son with her body became the most important and happiest thing in her life.

However, excessive pampering often leads to tragedy.

My mother was completely unaware that her son's heart was drifting further and further away from her.

My mother had completely become a tool for my sexual gratification; the promise of a lifetime of love had gradually
faded from my mind. (End of text

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