[Innocent Mom][The End]

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My name is Feiyu, I'm 20 years old and 180cm tall. I'm a university student majoring in biology. There's no one else in my family, just my mom and me. My dad died a long time ago; my mom said he was killed in a plane crash while working in the US by a local. My mom was pregnant with me that year, and she was only 18 when she married my dad. My dad was a company owner, and he didn't leave a will, so the lawyer transferred all his assets to my mom's name. However, my mom wasn't very good at business, so she sold 60% of the shares to my dad's friend. Because my mom had ?% of the shares, she had no worries about food or clothing and raised me.

As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust," and I never lacked food or drink growing up; my mom's money was all mine to spend. When I first started university, a classmate led me astray and I started watching porn. Later, I bought a lot of porn to watch at home. Because I had money, I even tried it a few times after watching, but I was afraid of getting diseases, so I only dated virgins.

Later, after playing around with it for a while, I felt it wasn't very interesting; there weren't many different kinds of things to do. Later, through my best friend's introduction, I discovered that my sadistic tendencies were being unearthed. Watching SM was incredibly exciting; I thought how wonderful it would be if a woman could play with me like that. Unfortunately, no one would cooperate with me. Even money wasn't enough; unless the woman herself had that kind of fetish, she generally wouldn't agree. So I never had the chance to find a female slave to play with. I could only watch DVDs to satisfy my cravings.

"Mom, I'm home." With that voice, I opened the door and immediately opened the fridge to drink a Coke. It was so hot; the summer temperature here reached 42 degrees Celsius this year.

"Huh, where is everyone?" Mom usually comes out to greet me when she hears me come home. Why today? Thinking this, I took my Coke and walked towards my room, drinking it as I went. My house is huge, 500 square meters, a villa-style building with a semi-open-air swimming pool in the courtyard. It's surrounded by wealthy areas, with detached houses; nobody visits unless there's a reason.

As I approached the room, I heard the sound of a television and a woman moaning, "Mmm... Ah..." Oh no, who's watching videos in my room? There's no one else here! The woman who was being stabbed with 20cm rods was really enjoying herself.

At this point, Mom seemed a bit impulsive. Her shoulders began to shrug slightly, and her clothes started to loosen from behind. Because of the heat, she was wearing a black sheer top with a transparent bra strap, so from my angle, she appeared to be exposing her shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the contrast between her black clothes, long hair, and snow-white shoulders made her skin appear even more radiant. No wonder; possessing an angelic face and beautiful curves is every girl's dream.

In this respect, God seems to have been particularly kind to my mother, making her a beauty that could drive any man crazy. Bored all day, she focused on beauty and maintenance, maintaining a figure that made her look like a 21 or 22-year-old at 38. Her figure was also incredibly good—36-22-36, plus 168cm—she was almost as tall as me in heels. A few times when we went shopping, the shop assistants thought we were a couple and kept trying to sell us matching outfits, making Mom incredibly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple.

As the movie played, Mom's shoulders heaved even more violently. Sweat beaded on her shoulders from the exercise and the heat, and the sight made my little brother stand erect, creating a tent in my shorts. My hand slipped inside, and I unconsciously moved forward to get a better look. Finally, as the black man on the TV screen ejaculated like a fountain, Mom reached her climax. Her shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow.

I was stunned. I had never seen Mom like this before. The pleasure I felt was more intense and unparalleled than any previous sexual intercourse. Then, there was a creaking sound—the door hinges clicked. The sound wasn't loud, but to us it was like an explosion.

Mom turned around, and because she'd used too much force, the swivel chair spun around with her, so she was facing me directly. Our eyes met, and for a moment we were both stunned. My eyes were wide open in shock. Her bra was pushed up, one hand caressing her white breasts, the other inside her panties, which were soaked through, dripping wet as if she'd lost control of her bladder. The chair beneath her was also soaked. Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. My already erect penis reached its climax, ejaculating a stream of semen two or three feet high.

Mom finally snapped out of it, realizing what had happened. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly pulled her clothes together and rushed out the door next to me. I stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. After a long while, I finally came to my senses, went into the room, turned off the TV, sat on the sofa, and wondered how to clean up the mess. I could do whatever I wanted outside as long as Mom didn't find out, but now things have gotten so messed up. What am I going to do?

Thinking about this, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the chair Mom had been sitting on. The water on it was still wet. I went over and touched it; it was sticky and slippery. I tasted some and it tasted good. It was different from the girls I called outside. This was Mom's taste. My penis, which had just ejaculated, involuntarily hardened again.

"Whatever, I'm going to die anyway. I'll go find Mom and see what she says." Thinking this, I walked towards Mom's room, wondering how to talk to her.

When I arrived at Mom's door, it was ajar. Looking inside, I saw Mom sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her clothes were buttoned up. I went in and whispered, "Mom!"

Mom jumped up. Turning around, her face flushed, she still seemed shaken from what had just happened: "It's Yu'er, you..."

"Mom, I didn't mean to, I came back and didn't see you, so I went back to my room, and then..." She didn't know how to continue.

"Ah, it's nothing, you've seen my body since you were little!" Mom pretended to be relaxed, but I could hear the tension in her voice.

"But you, why are there so many random DVDs in your room? You're still young, watching these isn't suitable for you at this age." Mom adopted a scolding tone. Her face hardened, but it was clearly forced.

"Yes, yes, I borrowed these from a friend, I was just curious and borrowed them to watch, I was going to return them tomorrow." It's safest to admit your mistake when Mom is scolding you. "Let's

forget about this, just don't watch these things anymore. Now go and make dinner, I'll rest for a bit and then come down." Mom said.

"Okay, I'll go down now." Closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief, having barely gotten away with it. I went downstairs and called a restaurant to order takeout for a table full of Mom's favorite dishes. A little while later, all the food was ready. I went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Mom, the food's ready. Come down and eat."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll be right down."

I waited downstairs for a while, and Mom came down, looking calmer; she had changed her clothes. We sat at the table and ate in silence, neither of us speaking, but a strange feeling lingered between us. After finishing the meal, I went upstairs to tidy up the room, putting away the DVDs and locking the lock.

"If Mom asks about it tomorrow, I'll just tell her I returned them!" I thought to myself.

The second day passed peacefully, and the third, the fourth... time flew by, and my mother and I seemed to have forgotten about it. Life returned to normal, but before I went to sleep, I kept thinking about my mother's beautiful body. And I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'm rather oblivious; nothing particularly unusual happened, so I didn't pay much attention. Until that day... After class, some friends suggested going out to pick up girls, but I didn't want to, so I went home. When I got home, I realized I hadn't brought my keys. Oh dear, I must have dropped them in my room in my rush to school that morning. I had to call my mother: "Hey, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door, but I forgot my keys. Can you open the door for me?"

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right down." My mother's voice trembled slightly.

"What are you doing? This is when she's supposed to be at the beauty salon. Why are you home?" I wondered. Just then, my mother opened the door, head down, breathing slightly heavily, her face flushed.

"Mom, you're home? I thought you went to the beauty salon. I should have just rang the doorbell." I said as I entered the room.

"Your key is at home. I saw it when I was tidying up for you and was worried you wouldn't be able to get in, so I waited for you at home." Mom said.

"Oh, thank you, Mom."

"You're my son, do I have to say thank you for doing all this?" Mom rolled her eyes at me. She handed me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her hand tremble slightly.

I went back to my room with the key, not knowing what to do for a moment. I thought I'd watch some more movies, since I hadn't watched any since the incident. I opened the drawer and started looking... "Wait a minute, where are my movies?" I was surprised to find that several of my movies were missing, all classics. One was "The Love of Mount Fuji" (I really have this movie, I watched it in high school, it's full of beautiful women!), and the other was a classic Japanese incestuous mother-son story. Also, my diary on the table seemed to have been read.

"I haven't touched it in ages, who else could have?" I guessed. "My buddies haven't been here in ages, I can't get in without my room key, let alone the drawer key. Key, key!!" I jumped up. I remembered my mom's strange behavior when I came home: staying home instead of going to the beauty salon, her voice, the blush on her face... "Could it be that Mom took it and looked at it???" This conclusion startled even me. There was nothing I could do but pretend I didn't know. I couldn't very well ask my mom, "Mom, did you see my porn?" That would be suicide.

After tidying up, I went downstairs and saw my mom making dinner in the kitchen. I followed the sound to the kitchen. "Go take a shower first, it'll be quick," my mom said with her back to me.

Just then, Mom bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around when I saw this scene and stopped in my tracks. Mom was wearing a very short, tight skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her panties from behind. There was only a thin line connecting them, and that line was embedded in her buttocks. Her snow-white, fleshy buttocks were completely exposed to the air. In the front, only a piece of fabric covered her vulva. It was clearly a very small and sexy thong. I couldn't help but feel hot in my groin. I don't know how long it lasted, but Mom seemed unable to find what she was looking for, and I admired the view even more carefully.

"Ah!" Mom seemed to sense my burning gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and hurriedly turned back to the bathroom. This scene has been stuck in my mind. While showering, I couldn't help but masturbate my already erect penis. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow at the bathroom door. Hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw my mother's back disappear into the kitchen. A sense of suspicion washed over me: "Mom..."

Ever since that incident, I've felt something's off. My mother has been behaving strangely. For example, she never used to ask me to do any housework, but lately, she always asks me to take the clothes I've taken off from the bathroom basket and put them in the washing machine. Even though it's a simple task, she insists I do it.

And every day I find all sorts of sexy, transparent panties in the basket—sometimes one, sometimes several, some still with some sticky residue—and they're always on top of the pile of clothes, as if she wants me to see them.

Sometimes when my classmates call, my mom always answers first. If it's a girl, she always gives me a sidelong glance, then reluctantly hands me the phone, and then stands there a little sullenly until I finish my call, asking, "Who was it? Your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone feels a bit sour.

I also remember one morning, I had just woken up and opened my eyes to find my mom staring intently at my erection, not realizing I was awake. She seemed to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, she reached out and slowly approached my underwear, which was almost bursting at the seams. Just as she was about to touch it, her eyes met mine, and she reacted strongly, immediately pulling her hand back.

"I...I...why didn't you cover yourself properly?" My mom avoided my gaze and turned to leave.

And...things like these have been happening frequently lately, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss until just now, when I connected the dots.

"Could it be that Mom is intentionally trying to seduce me?" This thought sent a surge of excitement and impulse through me. Of course, I can't be sure what the specifics are.

I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. Mom was still in the kitchen. I went in and found her seemingly lost in thought, not cooking, just staring blankly at the pot on the stove. I gently walked over and tapped her. She seemed to be electrocuted and screamed, "Ah!"

"Mom, it's me."

"Yu'er, you scared me to death!"

"No, not at all. Mom is so beautiful, how could I bear to scare you to death? What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing... nothing, Yu'er, we can eat now."

I've always thought Mom was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more smitten. I reached out and took her hand: "Okay, let's eat together." Mom seemed taken aback by my gesture, but didn't refuse.

At the dinner table, I kept staring into Mom's eyes. She seemed uneasy the whole time.

"Yu'er, why are you staring at Mom like that?"

"You look especially beautiful today, so I couldn't help but glance at you."

"You little rascal! Don't you dare try to take advantage of your old mother."

"It's true, Mom, I've always thought you were beautiful."

"Sigh, Mom's getting old." Mom touched her face and sighed softly.

"Tch, who said you're old? Remember when we went shopping for clothes? The saleswoman thought we were a couple. If we weren't mother and son, I really..." I paused.

"Really what?" Mom looked at me, her eyes revealing a certain information—encouragement? Temptation?

"I really want to pursue you as my girlfriend." I blurted out.

A light flashed in Mom's eyes, but it quickly disappeared: "Don't talk nonsense, come and eat."

After dinner, Mom went to pack her things, and I went upstairs. A little while later, I heard Mom go into her room, and I heard the sound of her rummaging through the closet. It seemed Mom was going to change clothes and take a shower. At that moment, Mom's beautiful body appeared in my mind again.

"Never mind, let's see." I quietly opened the door and went to my mother's room. The door was ajar, not closed. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me stirred my desire again. My mother was facing away from the door, changing clothes in front of the full-length mirror. I saw her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw her smooth, bare back, covered by a black bra, matching the panties I had seen in the kitchen earlier.

At that moment, I realized that from my mother's perspective, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. It seemed like my mother was deliberately taking it off for me to see; this provocation had already made my little brother stand erect. I was so pent up.

That black thong was finally in front of me again, the narrow and small panties. The feeling of wearing it on my mother now was completely different from when I saw it in the laundry basket.

Slowly, my mother unhooked her bra, and I could still see her breasts popping out from behind, so firm. Then, my mother gently and elegantly pulled down the thong. I saw it all—my mother's naked body. So beautiful, so beautiful, I almost couldn't resist rushing over and hugging her. But I held back. My mother bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom bent over, I saw it clearly in the mirror's reflection: a thin slit running down her buttocks, with fine pubic hairs scattered around it—that was Mom's vulva, her little hole.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed open the door and looked at Mom, who seemed to only then notice me: "Yu'er, what...what are you doing?"

"Mom, I...I haven't been able to forget you since I saw your body last time. I want you...I want you to be my girlfriend." I don't know why, but I said those words.

Strangely, Mom wasn't angry. After listening, she looked at me for a while and said, "Yu, you're still young. It's okay to say this now, but when you grow up and meet a girl you love, you won't think like this anymore."

"No, Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family alone. I know how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you." I was moved, looking at Mom with deep affection. Mom was also touched, tears welling in her eyes; it seemed my words had touched a raw nerve.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything Mom has done is for you. As long as you're happy, I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I'm your mother." Mom still stubbornly insisted.

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you're my mother, but also because you're the most beautiful woman in my heart." I was determined.

Mom's body stiffened, her eyes widening as she looked at me: "What are you saying?!" I went over and hugged Mom.

“Look into my eyes, Mom! Don’t lie to me, and don’t lie to yourself. You need me, you are so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We shouldn’t just be mother and son.” I paused, then whispered in Mom’s ear, “We should also be lovers.”

“But…” Mom couldn’t finish her sentence, so I silenced her with my lips. I kissed her forcefully, sucking on her lips, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, my arms tightly around her. Slowly, Mom’s body warmed up, softening in my arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Finally, Mom opened her mouth, letting me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still; this long kiss melted away our embrace.

After a long while, our lips finally parted, both panting, Mom’s face as red as a girl’s first kiss. We gazed at each other for a long time. Then, Mom murmured, "You look just like your father." I couldn't resist kissing her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear, "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so tightly. Do you think I'd run away?" That gentle reproach was like thunder in my ears, because I knew that from this moment on, Mom was mine!

I went over, took Mom's hand, and said tenderly, "Mom, I love you, I..." Suddenly, I couldn't finish. Mom kissed me.

"Yu, don't say anything more. For 20 years, I've been thinking about your father. Now I don't have to anymore, because I have you. I didn't know until you said those words just now that I love you so much. I want to be your woman, your slave. Everything I have is yours. Can you accept me?" After saying this, Mom's face turned as red as an apple. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in the back of my neck.

Hearing such a declaration of love, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my mother's trembling lips and kissed her deeply. As our tongues intertwined, my hands began to roam over her body. My left hand gently caressed her back, following the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly moving down to her hips. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when it felt a rise, gently circling the edge of her breasts.

My mother finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body closer to me, her arms around my neck. She gently bit my ear and said, "You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn that? Confess now." My

heart was pounding. I said, "Mom, I'm sorry. Before, I missed you so much, but I didn't dare to say it, so when I needed to, I had to go outside to find other women..." Before I could finish, my mouth was sealed by my mother's. Then I felt a sharp pain as my tongue was lightly bitten by her.

“You’re not allowed to see anyone else anymore. I can fulfill all your needs, I just ask that you love me. Okay?” Mom said, raising her head and looking at me bravely.

“I’m your son, who else would I be? You have to have faith in me, okay, Mom?” I promised again.

“Okay.” Mom lowered her head and nodded slightly.

I buried my head between her breasts, breathing in the scent of a mature woman, my hands kneading her bare waist. I clumsily tried to unhook her bra, but couldn’t get the hang of it. Mom didn’t help me; instead, she giggled like a little girl.

I felt a little embarrassed and decided to teach Mom a lesson. I pushed her against the wall, yanked hard, breaking the not-so-thick strap, then bit the bra with my teeth and tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were in front of me. The breasts of a woman nearing forty, full and round, unlike the thin breasts of a young girl. Unlike other women her age whose breasts sag, my mother's breasts were the hemispherical shape I loved, protruding forward.

I grasped one nipple in each hand, gently kneading them, and looked up at her with a provocative gaze. Her eyes were hazy, as if veiled by mist, and she let out low, trembling moans, her hands stroking my hair. Then I took one breast into my mouth and suckled, gently biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar feeling from childhood intoxicated me.

I kissed my mother's breasts, then down, kissing her lovely navel, and then down again, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life. My hands began to caress my mother's panties, my face pressed against her smooth thighs, her skin glistening, her muscles elastic. I couldn't help but kiss and lick them, while simultaneously caressing her rounded calves. My mother crossed her arms over her chest, enjoying my caresses.

My hands kneaded her full buttocks from behind, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs. My mother began to tremble; she grabbed my hands as if to stop me, then released them as if shyly covering her face.

I picked up my mother, carried her to the bed, and placed her on it, standing between her legs. I pulled down my pants, finally releasing my long-suppressed erection. Slowly, I pulled down her panties, revealing her dark pubic hair and trembling pink vulva, already glistening with fluid. My

mother's eyes were tightly closed, her hair disheveled, and she bit her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer; I thrust my erection into her vulva. My mother seemed to feel a little pain, grabbing me and letting out a soft moan, but at that moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Perhaps it had been a long time since she had done this; her vulva was very tight, the walls completely enveloping my penis. The warm, full feeling was incomparable to masturbation. I didn't care about gentleness; I started thrusting rapidly, causing my mother beneath me to moan involuntarily.

When my mouth enveloped my mother's full breasts, when my hands squeezed her plump buttocks, when I heard my usually dignified mother moaning beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My pace quickened, and my mother's breasts trembled with each thrust. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but moans still escaped her lips. I hugged my mother tightly, a surge of heat shooting deep into her vagina, the place where I was conceived. I suddenly wondered, could there be another new life this time? I lay on top of my mother, my head resting on her breasts, panting, my penis slowly softening inside her.

"Mom, are you alright?" My mother opened her eyes, looking at me with a resolute gaze, as if she had regained her usual composure.

"Son, now that we've made love, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman, and you will be Mom's only man."

"Mom," I couldn't help but embrace my mother again, giving her a sweet kiss.

I put one arm around my mother and gently stroked her flat stomach with the other. She leaned against my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck.

"Mom, why were you so fierce when I saw you in my room last time?"

"I scared you then, and I wasn't ready." My mother's hand circled my chest, making me feel ticklish. "

Then why again today?"

"It's all your fault!!" she said, giving me a hard slap.

"Me?"

"Yes, ever since I saw those DVDs in your room last time, I've felt empty inside, like something's missing. I realized I've been missing a man all these years, and I thought of you. I wanted to test your feelings, but I didn't dare tell you. Then today I found so many DVDs in your drawer, and I couldn't resist taking a couple to watch, and then…and then…" My mother couldn't finish her sentence.

"Haha, so you got all worked up and ended up getting lucky, but how did you know there was a pornographic film in my drawer?"

"Your diary, it wasn't properly stored away, I just flipped through it. Who knew what was written there would completely move me, so today..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"It's really been so hard for you. I didn't know sooner. And I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate of you, I know you weren't satisfied. But..."

"But what?"

I rolled over, answering my mother with my newly erect penis. This time I slowed down, thrusting in and out while caressing my mother's entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer. I kept changing the frequency, making my mother's moans grow louder and louder, she hugged me tightly, murmuring my name in my ear. In the final moment, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper, until my mother's fingers dug hard into my back, until her vagina contracted in waves, until my mother leaned weakly into my arms.

My mother's eyes were blurred, still immersed in immense pleasure. I gazed at the beautiful woman in my arms, her hair disheveled, her dignified expression replaced by joy. This was my mother, nestled obediently in my arms, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every private area. I must be in heaven right now!

From then on, my mother would change into various alluring panties whenever she was home, waiting for my caresses. Perhaps it was a result of the liberation of our mother-son relationship, but our bond became even closer than that of ordinary couples.

We showered together every day, making love in the bathroom. When my mother cooked, I would occasionally lift her skirt from behind, pull down her panties, and penetrate her from behind. We, mother and son, could fully enjoy the unrestrained sex that came with abandoning moral and ethical constraints.

I especially loved my mother's innocent and playful nature, like a young girl experiencing her first love, and I loved her bold and unrestrained moans and groans. I was so happy, so blissful. My mother and I were truly immersed in the pleasures of sex every day. I was surprised that we were both like this; it seemed that as soon as we met, our bodies would naturally ignite a burning desire. A single glance was enough for us to understand each other's feelings. People say greed is never satisfied, and I still had a wish that hadn't been fulfilled, but I had no chance to say it. So I kept it to myself and focused on enjoying the sexual pleasure with my mother first.

After living like this with my mother for several months, one day, I came home from school. Before I even entered the door, a fragrant breeze wafted over, followed by a warm embrace. It was my mother hugging me. After a passionate kiss, I led her inside. I noticed that she had dressed up carefully; her hair had been straightened, and she was wearing a brand-new low-cut evening gown. The confidence and happiness radiating from her eyes made her look even younger and more lovable, nourished by love over the past few months.

I rubbed my nose against my mother's cheek and neck, saying, "My sweet mom, you smell so good! You look so beautiful. Why are you dressed up so nicely today?"

She said softly, "Honey, it's your birthday today! I've prepared a whole table of dishes for you! After you finish eating, I have a gift for you!" Ah, I had forgotten that my mother hadn't mentioned it. I've been so happy these past few months that I've lost track of time.

"Hmm, my wife is so thoughtful. I had completely forgotten. Let me see what delicious food we have."

Reaching the table, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, my mother nestled against me, gazing at me with her mesmerizing eyes: "How is it, Yu? Are you satisfied?"

"So many dishes, it's so plentiful, it must be delicious. But..." I deliberately paused.

My mother became anxious, leaving my embrace and staring at me, saying, "Is there anything missing? Tell me quickly, and I'll get it right away!" "

Haha..." I laughed happily, "But if you were willing to feed me, it would taste even better."

"You're so mean!!" My mother playfully punched my chest with her small fist.

"What? You don't want to? Today is my birthday," I teased.

Mom glared at me and said, "Aren't you ashamed? You're so old and you still need to be fed! When did you become so clingy?" She obediently went to get the bowl and ladle. As

I sat in the chair waiting for her to come closer, I suddenly pulled her up, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto my lap, almost dropping the bowl and ladle. When she came to her senses, she found herself not only firmly held around the waist, but also her private parts pressed tightly against my crotch.

I covered her breast with one hand, and with the other hand, I reached down to her crotch. The surface was incredibly slippery; Mom wasn't wearing underwear today. Overjoyed, I started moving my middle finger in and out of Mom's vagina, when I suddenly noticed a liquid much thicker than vaginal fluid flowing out. After a while, I realized that the viscous fluid overflowing from Mom's vagina wasn't vaginal fluid, but rather the semen I had left inside her that morning.

So I leaned close to my mother's ear and asked, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear today? And what are these?"

My mother, who was enjoying the pleasure my fingers were giving her with her eyes closed, opened her beautiful eyes and glared at me after I asked her that question: "You're so annoying! Do you think I like it when it's all sticky here? Isn't this your handiwork? Do you remember how you shot your semen into my body before you got up? My vagina couldn't hold any more, but you kept going in and out, finally forcing my vaginal opening open and pouring your semen into my uterus. Maybe you shot in too deep, because once my vaginal opening closed, your semen stayed in my uterus, no matter what I used it for." "They just wouldn't come out, making me so careful when I went out to buy groceries and do my hair, afraid they'd leak out and wet my pants, making me a laughingstock on the street. I was just about to wash them when you came back. I didn't even have time to put my underwear back on before I went to pick you up, and you're laughing at me!"

Hearing my mother's slightly reproachful words, my heart fluttered: "Mom, I love you so much! Now your husband is hungry, okay? Can we eat first and then I'll apologize?" My mother chuckled and poked my forehead with her finger.

"Hmph, let's see what you'll use to apologize later!" A few words later, a hearty dinner ended in laughter.

"Alright, now it's your turn to apologize. What will you use to apologize?" After clearing the dishes, my mother gracefully walked to my side and said.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it; the place where you did the bad thing should apologize to you." I said with a mischievous smile.

"I knew you weren't thinking anything good!" Saying this, my mother got up. I quickly grabbed her arm. "Mom, where are you going?"

"To the bathroom to wash up."

"It's okay! I just want to clean you up with my cock."

With that, I picked up my light-footed mother and carried her to the room. Unable to resist my entreaties, my mother had no choice but to comply. I carried her to my room in a few quick steps, placed her on the TV cabinet against the wall, and made her sit with her back to the wall. The two of us, eyes meeting, kissed passionately. I impatiently pulled off my mother's evening dress. To enhance my visual enjoyment, my mother spread her two slender, white thighs wide open, leaving me speechless.

Unable to resist any longer, I disregarded the fact that my pants were only half down, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, and inserted my engorged penis into her vagina, which was beginning to overflow with lustful fluid. Like lovers deeply in love, they devoured each other without reservation, their point of contact overflowing with pleasurable fluids. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of their genitals colliding. Even the TV cabinet, serving as their makeshift battlefield, seemed to be an infected bystander, creaking and groaning in unison.

Time ticked by, and just as Mom was recovering from her second orgasm, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Yu, Mom wants you to hold back a little when you feel like giving in later. Just tell Mom, and I'll take care of the rest. I guarantee you'll have a good time."

I, caught up in the moment, replied, "Whatever you say."

With that, I started moving again, galloping and chasing between Mom's thighs. Soon, I brought my exhausted mother to another climax, causing her vagina to involuntarily contract with the approaching orgasm. Unable to bear the ecstatic pleasure, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and cried out, "I'm going to cum!"

"Get Mom off me!"

At the last second, I forcefully pulled my penis out of my mother's body. The erect glans trembled, seemingly unwilling to leave its tender embrace. My mother, who had jumped down from the TV cabinet, knelt before me. Without hesitation, she grabbed my wet, steaming penis and took it all into her mouth.

My mother's bold action startled me. When I came to my senses, I realized that my mother was not only sucking my penis, but she was also sucking it forcefully. Each suck caused the already swollen glans to swell even more. Finally, under the assault of my mother's mouth, I let out a cry and ejaculated my first stream of semen. A few seconds later, my mother raised her head, looked at me affectionately, and opened her small mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick, milky-white fluid.

"Good girl." I looked at my mother's beautiful face, glistening with beads of sweat, a truly breathtaking sight.

"If you feel like throwing up, just throw it up." My mother closed her cherry lips, her snow-white throat gurgling.

From the slight furrow in her brow, I could tell that this was her first time tasting this strange thing, and she was still feeling uncomfortable. This made me feel terrible. "Mom! I'm sorry, I only thought about my own enjoyment, but I made you suffer."

"Yu, as long as it makes you feel good, Mom is willing to do anything."

After saying this, my mother put her head between my legs again, carefully licking the liquid remaining on my penis. Finally, she took my limp glans into her mouth and sucked it a few times, as if my semen had become a delicacy, and she didn't want to miss any of the remaining drops.

Stroking my mother's hair, I said gratefully, "Mom, you're so good to me."

At that moment, my mother had licked my penis clean, stood up, and looked at me with her moist eyes. One hand was still holding my penis shaft, rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally. She said with a hint of lust, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you today?"

"Yes, Mom. This gift is wonderful, I really like it," I said sincerely.

"Today is your birthday, Mom will let you have your fun, I'll do whatever you want, but let's rest for a bit now, okay?" my mother said softly.

"Okay, let's watch some movies to liven things up," I said, taking a few from the drawer. Listening to the lewd sounds of men and women on TV, we couldn't help but feel a surge of passion. My hand probed inside my mother's vagina, enjoying the warmth inside, making her breathing rapid. Seduced by the images on TV, she couldn't resist any longer, grabbing my penis with her delicate hand, turning over to mount me. Then an idea popped into my head, so I took a breath, and my penis jumped up, sliding away, not being swallowed by her in one gulp.

My mother, frustrated by her failure, cried out, "Yu, you...you..."

"Mom, don't be in such a hurry. Today I'm in charge. We'll take it slow, there's plenty of time..." I laughed, kneading her breasts. "I'll show you some others..."

My mother reluctantly stood up with me, her vagina still dripping wet. She looked at my penis with reluctance; normally I would have satisfied her needs long ago. But...not today.

I opened another drawer, took out an SM disc. My mother had always watched normal porn and had never been exposed to SM; today was a good opportunity. I wanted to get her to accept this. I

put the disc in the DVD player but didn't play it yet. I pulled my mother to sit on the sofa, one hand kneading her breasts, the other touching her wet vulva. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, how many holes do you think a woman can play with?"

"Two...two, I guess..." my mother gasped.

“No, Mom, you’re missing something.” As I spoke, I ran my index finger along her buttocks towards her anus and started probing.

Perhaps because no one had ever touched that area before, Mom’s body tensed up immediately: “No, no, that… not there.”

“Why not, Mom? Look at the TV, they can do it.”

I pressed the play button on the remote, and the words “Female Slave Training” appeared on the screen. Then, a Japanese actress appeared bound, her mouth gagged, her large breasts engorged with blood from the bindings, displaying a seductive red. The close-up shot showed her buttocks, her genitals and anus completely exposed. The camera zoomed in, and a masked man appeared, his penis seemingly longer and larger, making him appear even more grotesque. He held many sex toys in his hands.

Then a series of torture scenes appeared on the TV: dripping wax, bondage, enemas, and so on. My mother was astonished; even when I probed her anus, she didn't react much, only moaning softly with my movements. It seemed her attention was completely absorbed by the television. Seeing how engrossed she was, I didn't disturb her and went to get a drink. When

the program finally ended, my mother was still staring blankly, perhaps savoring the moment, while a puddle of vaginal fluid flowed from her crotch. I leaned close to her ear and called out, "Hey..."

She snapped out of her daze, "Ah..."

"How was it? Was it good?" I asked, holding her waist.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it," my mother exclaimed in surprise.

"What can't you believe?"

"Do the women on TV even feel anything after being treated like that? It must hurt so much!"

"Oh, Mom, everyone actually has a need for masochism. As long as you get used to it, you can enjoy the pleasure." I explained to my mother. "Look at the women on TV, they're used to being treated like that. If it's not that intense stimulation, they won't feel satisfied."

Hearing my words, my mother gave me a sly look: "Yu, you showed me this movie, do you want to try it on me too?" Hearing my mother say what I was thinking right away, I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing my dumbfounded look, my mother chuckled: "Actually, I already guessed your bad intentions when I read your diary last time. When I saw you showing me this movie tonight, I was even more certain. You can't find a woman to be your slave outside, so now that you've slept with me, you want me to be your slave?" My mother said, looking at me.

“Yes, Mom. I already have your love, and I want to have your whole body. I want to possess everything about the woman I love—body, soul, everything. I want to possess all of you, Mom.”

“Yu, you’re so domineering!”

“Yes, I am domineering, and I hope you’ll agree, Mom.” I looked at Mom eagerly, wanting a definite answer.

“Hmph, you want me to agree? That depends on your performance.” Saying this, Mom chuckled and touched my penis.

Seeing Mom’s charming appearance, my heart warmed, and I rubbed and pinched her nipples with one hand. With my index finger and thumb, I separated her plump labia majora, and my middle finger moved around in her moist labia minora. Soon, with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, my middle finger slid into her vagina, one joint, two joints, three joints, until the entire middle finger was inserted and I began to thrust in and out slowly. My index finger and thumb also pinched and kneaded her clitoris, and Mom’s whole hips moved with my thrusts. She also made “mmm… hum… hum… hum…” sounds.

I knelt down between my mother's legs, parted her labia, and found that the tender flesh inside her labia was writhing as I thrust in and out with my middle finger. Her bright red, plump clitoris was also trembling rhythmically, and the small urethral opening above her vaginal opening was also opening and closing slightly. I stretched out my left middle finger and tried to gently insert it into her urethra. When I couldn't get it in, I used my right thumb and index finger to gently pry open her urethra to help my left middle finger get in. The cooperation of both hands worked, and I finally made a small hole in her urethra and inserted my left middle finger. Then I started thrusting in and out. I bent my left hand and pressed my palm on her vulva and rubbed it gently. I also used my thumb to rub and press her clitoris gently, while my right hand continued to play with her breasts.

My mother was being stimulated by my multi-pronged approach—both her holes were being penetrated, her clitoris and vulva were being rubbed, and her breasts were being played with—pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she moaned and cried out repeatedly. Her lower body also began to move slightly, and she hummed, "Yu, give...give me..."

"Give you what, Mom?" I asked knowingly as I thrust in and out slowly. "I want...I want your...your big cock..." Mom cried out without restraint. She lifted her legs, bringing them together and stroking my cock up and down, hoping I would mount her quickly.

At this moment, Mom's lust was fully unleashed, and she cried out in a daze, "...Quick...fuck me...fuck me...fuck Mom's pussy...use your...big cock...fuck Mom's pussy...Mom wants you...want you to fuck me."

Hearing Mom's cries, I could no longer resist and mounted her. I dipped my glans in the sticky, lustful fluid at the entrance of her vagina and aimed it at Mom's thirsty cave. With one thrust, my glans surged against the flowing lustful fluid, unstoppable, reaching the very end of her vagina. When the soft flesh of my glans touched her hot cervix, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly, letting out a long sigh of "Oh..." Her legs gripped my buttocks, pulling her perineum tightly against my lower abdomen, as if afraid that I was leaving some room, not inserting my entire penis into her vagina and leaving a bit outside. Only when she truly felt my scrotum touch her anus did she open her thighs again, ready to receive my thrusts.

I thrust my chest out and hips down, skillfully and repeatedly performing the same motion, like an endless series of hand presses. My penis slid in until there was nowhere left to go, and with each thrust, only the glans remained inside, making her wetness gush out with a series of slapping sounds. She was in unbearable pleasure, her fingers squeezing my arms until they ached, her legs bending and contracting until they were almost up to her chest, her toes clenching as if cramping, trembling beside my waist. Her juices were so abundant that they soaked my entire scrotum, and even her pubic hair was wet and plastered to her skin.

“Oh…oh…my dear son…good…good husband…you’re so good at it…you’re so good at it…doing…doing…doing it feels so good!…you…oh…your cock is so thick and big…I love it so much…my pussy is so happy…faster…faster…oh!…I can’t take it anymore…I’m coming…ah…” As she cried out, her eyes rolled back, her body trembled and shuddered, her vulva twitched open and closed, and her vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down her buttocks, past her anus, and onto the sheets.

My mother's seductive display aroused me to a fever pitch. My penis swelled like a giant gong, stretching her vulva until there was no gap. The veins on my shaft turned bluish-purple, bulging and rubbing against her burning vaginal walls, bringing me wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. My glans was frighteningly swollen, scraping the tender skin around her insides with my hard, fleshy rod, pushing her orgasm to an even higher peak. Because I had just ejaculated in my mother's mouth, I was even more endurance-enhancing.

I pushed my mother's body to the side, lifted one of her legs and placed it on my shoulder, spreading her thighs to their limit, and thrust my penis into her vulva wildly, then reached out and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard. She was inexplicably pleasurable, pulling the sheets and stuffing them into her mouth, biting them fiercely, uncontrollably like a frenzied patient.

Gradually, I saw her body grow weaker and weaker, her breath becoming faint, and she was about to reach her limit. So I increased the frequency of my thrusts to as fast as I could, my penis dancing wildly in and out, tearing the tender skin at the entrance of her vagina. While firmly gripping her breasts to keep her still, I continued to thrust relentlessly between her legs. Finally, when I could no longer bear it, I ejaculated profusely, my penis convulsing inside her vagina as I released a large amount of semen, filling her still-convulsing vagina with my second ejaculation of the night.

I let out a long sigh, lay on top of her, and left my still-erect penis inside her vagina to prolong the feeling of fullness. After a long while, Mom opened her eyes, gazing at me with a dazed look. She gently stroked my face and said in a loving, slightly trembling voice, "You know, Yu'er. My good son, my good husband, I've never felt so good, so incredibly good. It's made my soul fly away." My

penis grew softer and softer, slowly sliding out of her vagina with a glob of semen. "Mom, are you satisfied?" I asked, lying on top of her.

"So satisfied! As long as I can enjoy this kind of pleasure every day, I'll do anything..."

"So, Mom. You've agreed?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Yes... I'm yours now, and I'll give you whatever you want. But..."

"But what, Mom?"

"But can we wait until you graduate from university?" "

Why? It's still half a year! That's too long!"

"No, Yu'er, you don't understand a woman's heart. Mom wants someone who can bring her security. As soon as you graduate, Mom will convert all of your father's remaining shares into cash. Then, we'll leave here and find a place where no one knows us to start a new life. I want to be a bride again. At that time, I'll truly be yours. Whatever you want, Mom will listen to you, won't she?"

"Oh, Mom." I never imagined that while I was still immersed in our lovemaking, Mom had already thought so far ahead. Moved, I showered my mother with kisses.

"I'll listen to you, Mom. I promise."

Since that conversation with my mother that night, I finally understood her feelings for me completely. I became even more determined to make her life better. So, after finishing my major courses, I added other subjects to my curriculum, and I was constantly seen in the school library. Some friends exclaimed, "Feiyu's changed! He doesn't even go out with girls anymore!" Actually, it wasn't a change of heart; I just couldn't betray my mother's deep love. I had to make her feel secure—that's a man's pride. Strangely

enough, when a person has a goal, they're incredibly motivated. In the remaining six months, I completed my graduation thesis in just two months. On the eve of graduation, while my classmates were busy looking for jobs, I continued to bury myself in my books. I knew my mother had sold all of my father's remaining shares, and now she had about 50 million yuan in cash. Even just sitting back and living off the interest, she could live happily ever after. But I didn't think that way. I wanted to make money work for me, to give my mother a better life than she had now. Otherwise, I would feel that everything I enjoy is thanks to my father.

Now that I've set a goal, I need to find a way to achieve it. In today's society, nothing is impossible; it's just a matter of imagination. As long as you have a good idea and start-up capital, making money is easy. Now I have the start-up capital; my mother said I can decide how to use it. Now all I need is a good idea.

To find inspiration, I started paying attention to all aspects of life. Because I was so engrossed, even my sexual intimacy with my mother decreased significantly, which made her a little unhappy. However, after I explained the reasons, she was relieved. To her, I am both her son and her husband. I think it's always a good thing to be ambitious, although she doesn't expect me to achieve anything great. She just hopes that after graduation, I can go to a new place and marry me, and that would be enough for her.

So she started taking better care of herself, going to the beauty salon more often, and even bringing out all my photos to watch, saying she's learning how to satisfy my various needs in the future. Seeing my mother's actions strengthened my resolve to work hard.

One day, while browsing the internet at home, I saw a news item: online games have become one of the top ten most profitable industries in China. Suddenly, I felt like I had found what I had been searching for: "That's it! Why don't I start an online game company? The registered capital doesn't need to be too much. I can hire a few knowledgeable people to design a game engine, fix the common problems of other online games in my own game, add a unique Chinese cultural background, and then advertise it well. It would be hard for no one to stop playing!" Thinking it, I immediately started writing my first business plan. It took me a whole day to finish it, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief because I knew the future was no longer so uncertain. As long as I further refined the plan, I would definitely achieve my goal. I excitedly thought, "Mom, just wait, I'll definitely make you my woman completely."

I put down what I was doing and checked the time; it was already past 10 p.m. I went outside to find my mom. She was making me a late-night snack. Since she was getting ready for bed, she had changed into her pajamas—a thin lace nightgown. Through the pajamas, I could see a small pink thong underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her beautiful breasts were peeking out from under the nightgown, making them even more alluring. Hearing me come in, my mom turned around: "Son, are you done? Have something to eat!"

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I said, taking her sandwich with one hand and putting my arm around her waist with the other.

"Is it pretty? I bought it especially for you, just for you to see!" My mom said playfully, like a mischievous little girl. I lifted my mom's nightgown to take a closer look at the pink, semi-transparent thong. It was so small, held up only by a ribbon on both sides, covering only the important parts in the middle. Thick pubic hair peeked out from the edge of the thong, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it.

“Mom, I really like your pubic hair here, it’s so pretty and sexy.” As I spoke, I slipped my hand inside her panties, my palm pressed against her vulva, stroking her pubic hair.

“Mom, your hair is so soft, it feels so good to touch.” I rubbed my middle finger back and forth along her cleft.

“Mmm… ah… Yu… eat first… eat until you’re full… then I’ll give you… I’ll give you… we haven’t made love in so long, tonight… I want you…”

“Mom, what about you? Are you full?”

“Mom has eaten, but… Mom still wants to eat…” I handed my mother the sandwich I had only taken a few bites of.

“No, I don’t want to eat this, I want… I want to eat… yours…” Mom said softly, then reached out and grasped my erect penis.

“Mom… okay, let me lick your pussy first.” I put down the sandwich, picked up my mother, and let her sit on the counter.

I lowered my head and approached my mother’s vulva, which was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. Without taking off her panties, I began to lick her vulva through that thin layer.

“Oh… um… honey… darling… good…” I pulled down her pink panties and stuck my tongue into my mother’s labia.

“Ah… um… brother… little husband… Mom feels so… so good… go in… go in a little more…” A stream of white, lustful fluid gushed out, and I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed it.

“Mom, your pussy smells so good, it tastes so good.”

“Eat… dear son… eat Mom’s pussy.” Mom comfortably tilted her head back, held my head in her hands, and stroked my hair, looking completely absorbed.

“I want… Mom wants… Mom wants your… big cock…”

I immediately put my mother’s legs on my shoulders, held my penis, and pressed it against my mother’s vulva, but I didn’t immediately insert it, just kept rubbing it at the entrance.

“Yu… you’re so naughty… you’re teasing Mom again… hurry… hurry and insert it…” I gently thrust, and my thick penis went all the way into my mother’s vagina.

"Ah...so thick...so good...good husband...good husband...Mom's pussy...so satisfying..." I slowly thrust in and out, making Mom moan and groan incessantly. After a while, I picked Mom up, my penis still inside her vagina.

"Good son...where are you...taking Mom there?...Ah...like this...so good..." I had Mom cling to me, and as we walked towards the bathroom, I thrust in and out.

"Good son...this move of yours...is so good..." Mom moaned and groaned all the way. After we arrived at the bathroom, I put Mom down and pulled out my penis.

"No...you're bad...why did you stop...Mom was feeling so good..."

"Mom, it's been so long since we took a bath together. Let's have a bath together tonight." With that, I adjusted the water temperature and helped her into the tub. I first had her rest her head on the edge of the tub, then spread her legs so I could squat between them and wash her thoroughly. Her labia minora were still engorged with blood, a deep red and erect. A trickle of vaginal fluid seeped from her vagina, accumulating in the pouch where the labia minora met at the base of her vulva. I squeezed out some feminine wash, lathered it with my palms, and applied it to her vulva. First, I used my fingers to pull apart her labia minora, cleaning away the grime hidden in the crevices. Then, I pinched and stroked the clitoral hood, letting the pink tip peek out. I gently stroked the slippery, round head of her clitoris, and she instantly felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body going limp.

"Ah...oh...Yu'er...no...ah...uh...huff...ah..." Mom's face grew increasingly flushed, and she breathed heavily. Her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid, filling the bathroom with a rich, feminine scent in addition to the smell of soap. The two aromas mingled and permeated the entire space.

"Alright...Yu'er, ah...you've been washing Mom's body for a long time, it's very clean now...you don't need to scrub anymore..." Mom said, panting and stroking my head.

"Oh...okay!" I removed my hands from Mom's vulva and rinsed the soap off with the bidet. After rinsing, Mom's skin was flushed pink from the warm water. A naked woman, fresh from a bath and exuding fragrance, was an irresistible temptation for any man. I stared intently at Mom's naked body.

"Yu'er, here we go again. Why do you keep staring at Mom's body? You're drooling!" Mom said shyly, but she didn't seem to mind my gaze at all, looking like she was ready to be taken.

"I can't help it, Mom, your body is so beautiful. Every time I see it, I can't help but look at it a few more times. That's what satisfies me."

"You silly boy, always saying nice things. Come on, carry Mom to the room!" Mom said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

How could I refuse a beauty's request? I bent down and picked Mom up in my arms, carrying her to the room. Although she's 168cm tall, I felt nothing in her arms. Her body was so soft and boneless. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "She's a real beauty!"

Once in the room, I gently placed Mom on the bed, rolled over, and pressed myself against her. My penis probed the entrance of Mom's vagina. I gently poked her clitoris from time to time. Gradually, Mom started to writhe, her breath coming in soft gasps. I knew she wanted it! At this moment, I straightened up, lifted my mother's lower body, and quickly slid my penis into her wet vagina, slowly thrusting in and out. My mother then asked me to lift her up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and we started playing in this position!

Because she was supporting my upper body with her hands, my hands were free to caress her breasts, which amplified my pleasure. I thrust in and out while enjoying those breasts, so rare among East Asians—it was pure bliss.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...Yu...you're playing...me...so good...oh...I'll...only...let...you play...only...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...so good...so good...it's so wonderful...I'm so happy...oh...oh...mmm..."

she moaned, enjoying my large penis, uttering these lewd words. Hearing her say that, I believe any man would feel great, and I was no exception! My hips thrust even faster, making her feel incredibly good! My large penis slid in and out of her vagina, making a squelching sound. The collision of our bodies produced a "slap slap slap" sound. Her weak moans and groans filled the bedroom with an atmosphere of unbridled passion!

"Ah...ah...so good...faster...faster...yes...I'm almost there...uh...uh...yes...that's it...faster...oh...oh...ah...ah...I'm going to come...I...can't take it anymore..."

A shudder and rapid vaginal spasms told me she had reached orgasm. I felt as if my penis was immersed in hot water, making my whole body tremble. Deep inside my mother's vagina, it felt like there was a lump of flesh tightly wrapped around my glans, sucking at my urethra, as if trying to draw out all my semen. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated my thick semen into my mother's uterus.

After our lovemaking, we rested in each other's arms on the bed. I told my mother about my plan. She didn't react much, only saying, "Yu'er, if you want to do it, do it. Mom supports you. As soon as you graduate from university, I will fulfill my promise. I only ask that you love me."

Hearing my mother's heartfelt confession, I couldn't help but feel pity. Such a beautiful woman had given her whole life to me; how could I not try my best? Thinking this, I unconsciously hugged my mother tighter, and we fell into a deep sleep after enjoying our passion.

Time flies, and half a year passed quickly. Today is the day of thesis defense. On this day, the professors at the university become the objects of private criticism among the students. I heard that this time of year is usually a day for professors to make money. Many students who have already found jobs don't have time for the defense, so they lavishly give gifts, hoping the professors will give them a break. But I have no such plans. I haven't been buried in books for nothing these past few months.

"Feiyu!" a voice called out.

My close friends watched me go with the eyes of someone watching a martyr being led to his execution, and one even hummed, "The wind howls, the exam hall is cold, the hero departs, how desolate." Damn it… I calmly walked into the exam hall. Behind a long table sat three professors, with a chair in front of me. "Damn," I cursed under my breath. This was practically an interrogation room; anyone with a weak heart would have collapsed from fright. The

middle professor picked up my paper: "Feiyu, your paper proposes a concept: using drugs to stimulate human skin and accelerate its recovery cycle. Please explain the specific effects of this drug!"

"Damn it, you old geezer. Didn't I write all that in the paper?!" I cursed again. However, since the old man asked, I had to give him face: "In modern society, people are busier with work and lack physical exercise, leading to a decline in physical fitness. This results in a slower skin metabolism, often causing even a small wound to leave a scar, which is a serious problem for women who care about their appearance. My medicine, by incorporating various plant ingredients, will effectively change this situation..." He went on and on for nearly thirty minutes. Then, the professors exchanged glances: "Feiyu, you can go back now. Your defense results will be out within a week."

When another student sat in my previous seat and began to be "interrogated," I knew my last task in university was complete. As for the grade—who knows, who cares? Everyone's living for the moment. Anyway, I knew I'd pass.

However, I didn't actually make this up; I conducted experiments to prove its effectiveness. And I had my own purpose, certainly not the grand and righteous thing I told the professors. My only thought was that if Mom became my slave, there would be a protective measure to help her recover. And if she used this drug, hehe, it would be much faster, and I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. Everyone knows SM is very harmful to women's bodies. As for the formula, I had already given it to a pharmaceutical company. This company is a subsidiary of my father's enterprise. Because of my father's influence, they manufactured some for me. After clinical trials, the results were excellent, and they immediately bought the patent for the drug, giving me 30 million.

I knew this drug could bring them even more profit. I made one request: I had to use it for free every month. I also had priority rights when new products were released. Seeing the huge future returns, they quickly agreed. After signing the contract, I brought back the first 10 bottles.

During the week I waited for my graduation certificates, my mother and I were busy selling off our fixed assets, especially the villa, because it held so many sweet memories for us. Although we had to sell it, we hoped to find a good owner who would cherish it, as we might come back to visit in the future and didn't want it to be a ruin.

Meanwhile, in SY city, where we decided to settle, we also used the internet to find a villa through a local real estate company. Price wasn't an issue; we had about 70 or 80 million yuan, enough to buy any house we wanted. The key was that it had to be quiet, safe, and in a good neighborhood.

At the same time, I registered my internet company, Feilong Internet Co., Ltd., with a registered capital of 10 million yuan. The approval process was easy; these days, you can start a company with just one yuan, let alone 10 million. The main problem was getting through to the Ministry of Culture and Publicity. China has very strict regulations on the cultural market, and those in charge are mainly government officials, each one arrogant and unyielding, refusing to stamp my documents. Since I had just graduated and didn't have many connections, I was powerless against these bigwigs. Later, it was my mother who pulled some strings and found a few acquaintances to get it done, spending nearly 50,000 to 60,000 yuan just to get her fed. Those acquaintances said that without connections, even if you were rich, you couldn't get in. Speechless—I jokingly called my mother a "good wife" because of this, and treated her well in bed. Finally, the day of departure arrived. The day after receiving my graduation certificate, I boarded a plane to SY (Shanghai). At the airport, facing numerous relatives and friends seeing us off, my mother tightly grasped my hand, sobbing uncontrollably. After boarding the plane, she hugged me tightly, weeping in my arms.

I gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist, feeling the trembling from her body, and my heart overflowed with tenderness. Such a beautiful woman, for me, was willing to give up everything she had to accompany me to a strange city to start a new life. It was clear that she considered me her everything, entrusting all her joys and sorrows to me. I must not let her down.

Soon, the plane landed in SY. Outside the airport, the car from the pre-arranged real estate company was waiting for us, ready to take us to our new home. After a half-hour drive from the airport, the car stopped in front of a villa.

Standing there, I realized it was a seaside house with a clever design. The entire building blended seamlessly into its surroundings; it wasn't visible from the beach, but the second-floor balcony offered unobstructed sea views. The beauty of the scenery was undeniable. There was only a small path leading to the road in front of the villa, preventing cars from easily accessing it and minimizing disturbance. The only drawback was the lack of a swimming pool. The real estate agent explained that with the beach right in front, there was no need for an indoor pool. Thinking about it, that made sense; they could add one later. My mother and I were very satisfied with the house and promptly paid the full amount.

After the agent left, my mother and I exchanged a glance and hugged tightly. We knew we had our own home in this city.

After settling into our accommodation, the next day we each went about our own business. I looked for an office and recruited talent, while my mother went to buy household necessities and begin renovating the house.

My consistent view is that a good work location is essential for good work efficiency. Therefore, I found the most expensive and largest office building in SY city as my future work location and hired someone to divide the work area. After doing all this, I went to the job market. As the saying goes, "a good man needs three helpers," and besides, I'm not a computer professional, so of course I needed to hire people. At the job market, I set up a spot, put up a sign—"Feilong Network Company"—got a few forms and letters of intent from the staff, and started waiting patiently. Because I looked relatively young (just graduated from university) and the company name was unfamiliar, I was practically ignored. But I wasn't afraid, because I knew that big companies had a rule: they required a bachelor's degree to get in. Those without that were eliminated, and those who didn't were my targets, because I believed that education didn't equal ability. My requirements were very low. Regardless of education level, as long as they had the ability, I would take them.

After a while, four people came in, three men and one woman. "Excuse me, what kind of people are you looking for?" the girl asked. I looked up at her; she was about 160cm tall, with fair skin and a decent appearance. The other three men were all around 173cm. They all exuded youthful energy.

"What are your educational backgrounds?"

"Don't you not require educational qualifications here?"

"I'm just checking in!"

"We're all from ** College. My name is Xiaoxue, studying business management; Xiaoguo, studying software programming; Xiaojin, studying graphic design; and Xiaohu, studying network systems engineering."

"Okay, please answer three questions. First: What do you think of the current state of online games in China?"

"I've played a few. I think the quality of online games in China is uneven, and most are imported from abroad, lacking their own unique features, and some have rough graphics," said Xiaojin.

"Moreover, some online games are poorly managed, riddled with bugs," Xiaoguo added. "Okay, second: What kind of online game do you envision? Ladies, please answer first." I started with the girls because I wanted people who had an understanding of online games.

Xiaoxue looked at me with a slightly troubled expression, apparently not a gamer: "From a business management perspective, online games currently suffer from mismanagement, harming players' interests. Therefore, I believe the quality of an online game lies in its management."

"Only games without bugs are good games," Xiao Guo said succinctly.

"A good game needs good graphics, especially to attract domestic players, so the game needs to have Chinese characteristics," Xiao Jin's expertise seemed impressive.

"A good online game needs a good server to run, but currently, China's internet development is not very balanced. Therefore, I think it needs a good network system to support it to function properly," Xiao Hu added finally.

"Damn, I've struck gold! They all have unique ideas!" I secretly rejoiced.

"One last question: if I hire you, what are your salary expectations?"

This question stumped them; they were speechless for a moment.

"Since it's a new company, I can't offer you too much salary," I said, quickly scribbling on four letters of intent. "If you have no objections, please sign this one, and come to the company tomorrow to officially sign the contract."

They took the letters of intent and exclaimed, "4000?"

I nodded, "Yes, that's all we have for now. We'll increase it as the company grows. What do you think? Do you agree?"

They exchanged glances, then without a word, took out pens and wrote their names.

"Okay, now let's go see the company, get the project proposal, and then start your work. Go back and prepare, and come up with your own work plan for the company."

I then led them to hail two taxis (sorry, I don't own a car) and arrived at the office building. Seeing the office space, they were once again amazed, further strengthening their resolve. Holding the project proposal I had written, they left before heading back. They asked, "Boss, we have a few friends who haven't found jobs either. Could you introduce them to me tomorrow?"

"No problem," I replied. "Anyone you think could be of help to the company is welcome. You can interview them for me. Bring them over if you think they're suitable. There will be a probationary period, and the salary will be 2000 less. Ask them if they're willing to accept that. Of course, it will increase after they become full-time. You guys don't have a probationary period. I trust my judgment." "

Okay," the four nodded affirmatively. From their eyes, I realized I hadn't made a mistake, and I felt a surge of secret joy.

Before they got in the car, I added, "Go buy a cell phone; the company will reimburse the expenses. Also, don't call me boss anymore; call me Brother Yu. I'm not that much older than you."

"Hey, Brother Yu," Xiaoxue called sweetly, then giggled as she got into the car, sticking her head out to wave goodbye. Xiao Jin and the others also shook hands with me and said goodbye. Watching their departing figures, I felt full of confidence in the company's future.

Two days after signing the contract, Xiaoxue and Xiao Jin brought three classmates: Xiao Yi, Xiao Li, and Ze Rong. They came to the company together. After the interviews, I signed contracts with them according to the agreed terms. From then on, my company's core team was basically established. Based on their different majors, their division of labor was different, but all were departments where they could utilize their strengths.

Xiaoxue managed the company's daily office affairs; Xiao Jin and Xiao Guo jointly managed the company's technical department; Xiao Hu was in charge of the customer service department; and Xiao Li assisted Xiao Yi and Ze Rong in managing the sales department. I was responsible for other tasks.

After the company's basic personnel structure was finalized, on the day the company's renovation was completed, we held Feilong Company's first meeting. At the meeting, we reached a consensus on the company's future: to build the company into the largest online game company in Z country. The general direction of the games was also determined, with Z country's martial arts novels and mythological novels as themes. An RPG-style game.

After determining the company's direction, I handed things over to Xiao Jin and the others. As for me, of course, I went home to see my dear mother. To my shame, since coming to sy, I've neglected her because of my own things. I've left her busy at home, and now that most of the work is done, it's time to make it up to her.

Back home, Mom happily took me to see the villa that had already been renovated. The first floor was the living room, and the second floor was the resting area. It was clear Mom had put a lot of effort into the second floor—a large bathroom and a comfortable room. The third-floor balcony was filled with flowers. There was also an ridiculously large glass tank in the yard, which I found strange. I asked Mom if it was a fish tank. She laughed and said it was a substitute for a swimming pool so I could swim at home in the future. Mom had gone to great lengths! Finally, there was a basement, which Mom said was for storing miscellaneous items, so she wouldn't touch it. She just called someone to divide the basement into several rooms.

Seeing how neatly Mom had kept the house, it was clear she was exhausted from working on our little family. A hint of weariness occasionally flickered between her brows.

"Mom, you've been through so much, let me make it up to you," I said apologetically, hugging my mother as we sat in the room. "You still remember me? I've been waiting for you for days," she said, snuggling against me. Her girlish charm ignited the desire that had been building up for days.

I lowered my head and gently kissed her lips, then again, this time with much more force, and she responded quickly. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue exploring my mouth. My hand slid down, kneading her breasts through her clothes. Her breasts hardened instantly, her nipples erect. I kissed her passionately, my hands kneading her full breasts. Her tongue swirled enthusiastically in my mouth, encouraging me to be bolder. I unbuttoned her clothes, her hands lingering suggestively on my groin.

Her bra was the kind that fastened from the front; I easily unhooked it, revealing her firm, mature breasts. My penis began to swell again. This time, when Mom grasped my penis, it was so engorged and swollen that she could barely hold it. She gently held it, stroking it up and down.

I lowered my hand, pressed it against Mom's right breast, and took her nipple into my mouth, gently biting it. Mom moaned, stroking my penis faster. My lips greedily licked and sucked between Mom's breasts, but my hands quietly pulled down Mom's skirt and lace panties. Mom's inner thighs were completely soaked, constantly flowing with lustful fluid due to subconscious pleasure.

I pulled off Mom's shorts and threw them far away, bringing my head between Mom's legs to admire her beautiful, naked vulva. My tongue parted her pubic hair, gently flicking the cleft. As my tongue and lips moved back and forth in her creamy cleft, Mom's moans grew louder. I probed Mom's vagina with my tongue, licking her inner walls forcefully. Mom's back arched, her head bobbing back and forth, appearing extremely confused and infatuated. My mouth greedily sucked at the lustful fluid flowing from my mother's vulva, my tongue mimicking the thrusting motion of a miniature phallus. She lifted her buttocks, allowing my tongue to savor her delicious little hole even deeper.

"Yu...no...don't eat anymore...give...give it to me..." my mother moaned.

Hearing my mother's request, I straightened up and lay on top of her, my penis erect, and thrust hard into her wet opening, reaching deep into her core. I began to thrust forcefully and rapidly, my large penis pumping back and forth inside my mother's vagina like a high-powered piston moving up and down in a cylinder. Mom, burning with desire, draped her legs over my shoulders, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling slightly. Her beautiful buttocks swayed wildly up and down and side to side beneath me, her vulva clenching and sucking, drawing in my glans and my penis, grinding and contracting, like a fish drinking water or a lamb suckling milk, opening and closing rhythmically, making me feel incredibly good. A blissful and unparalleled pleasure welled up within me, making my bones tingle and my heart ache with boundless comfort.

In no time, Mom was overflowing with vaginal fluid, her body trembling slightly, and waves of hot semen gushed out. I quickly withdrew my penis, lowered my head, and placed my mouth on Mom's vulva, swallowing the warm vaginal fluid with a "gulp."

After her orgasm, Mom looked so beautiful, her forehead glistening with fine beads of sweat, like crabapple blossoms after the rain. "Yu'er, do you love Mommy?"

"Huh?" I was enjoying my mother's love juices and didn't understand why she suddenly asked that. "Of course I love you, Mommy. You are the woman I love most in this life."

"Then tell me, what is it about me that makes you love me?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Mom is dignified, kind, elegant, and beautiful. But in bed, she's wanton and wanton. Her skin is like jade, smooth and white, her breasts and hips are undulating, dazzling my eyes. Just touching her makes me feel intoxicated, like I'm dying of pleasure. Her body is fair and delicate, her skin smooth and creamy. Nestled against Mom's breasts, it's like being in a gentle paradise. Mom is reserved and charming, full of allure. She moves her body to my pillow, yielding to my desires, making me feel like I'm bathed in a spring breeze, like I'm being touched by sweet dew. A mature woman's charm surpasses that of a young girl, and that's no exaggeration. Mom is the embodiment of my goddess. I really want to soak forever in my birthplace—Mom's beautiful hole."

Hearing my cheesy words, Mom couldn't help but giggle. "Yu, you talk so much about me, but you haven't given Mom a proper title." Mom looked at me resentfully.

"Oh..." I realized. Oh dear, my memory is terrible; I even forgot this when I was busy.

"Mom, let's register our marriage tomorrow, okay?" Hearing this, Mom happily kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good son, Mom has been waiting for you to say that these past few days."

Saying this, Mom rolled over and pinned me down, wanting to be on top. Mom held my head tightly with one hand, while her other hand eagerly searched between my legs for that erect flagpole. After grabbing my penis in her hand, she quickly stroked its hot shaft a few times, then aimed it at her vulva. Using the remaining vaginal fluid on the glans, she deliberately pleased my mother by lowering her hips deeply, swallowing most of my penis. I was sucking on my mother's nipple at that moment, and suddenly, overwhelmed by this intense pleasure, I couldn't help but spit out the nipple, lifting my head and letting out a soft "ah!" Without allowing me any hesitation, my mother lifted her hips slightly, and after some vaginal fluid seeped out, she lowered her hips even further until her vagina tightly enveloped my entire penis.

My mother placed her hands on my chest and began to stroke in large, sweeping motions. With each thrust, she would first tighten the inner walls of her vagina to increase its tightness, allowing it to grip my penis firmly. Then, as if trying to make my penis even longer, she would forcefully lift her buttocks upwards until only a small part of the glans remained inside her vagina. Then, ignoring my reaction, she would sit down on the base of my penis in one go. Once the glans was firmly pressed against her vaginal opening, she would immediately use the movement of her waist to rub my glans tightly against her vaginal opening a few times, making me so comfortable that I couldn't even cry out. I felt as if my soul was being sucked away by my mother's deadly treasure.

After about twenty thrusts, I suddenly yelled, then forcefully rolled over, pinning her down and relentlessly pounding into her vagina. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, she quickly tightened her vaginal muscles to help me release my pent-up semen. Soon, in a state of near-madness, I began to ejaculate frantically inside my mother's warm vagina. My hot, red glans, like a fleeing wild beast, searched for any possible opening deep within her body, relentlessly penetrating, occupying, and spitting fire, forcing half of my glans into her womb, which had nowhere to hide.

Although my forceful penetration caused her some pain, she endured it without a trace, allowing me to fully enjoy myself. She even thoughtfully used her feet to gently pull my buttocks between her legs to help me penetrate deeper. Until I tilted my head back and ejaculated the last drop of my semen.

"Mom, I, I, um, squeeze tighter, and...and...ah!ah..."

With her uterus completely exposed to the range of my thick, long penis, Mom clearly felt every drop of hot semen I poured into her life-giving vessel. My urgent, chaotic, and intense thrusting seemed determined to tear her flesh apart, as if only then could I release my boundless lust.

After a long while, I finally released the last drop of semen into my mother's uterus, where sperm were surging everywhere. Then, I collapsed onto her body. My mother, her eyes glazed with pleasure, gently stroked my lower back, letting me know that she was still hoping that the penis inside her, which had stopped throbbing but was still trembling, would release any remaining fluids.

…After a long while, the room was quiet, only…

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