My Mischievous Mother in Taipei (Author: senlongmm)

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My Mischievous Mother in Taipei

Author: senlongmm
Word Count: 11,000
Published: 2010/9/21 on: Ellie Discussion Forum

While I was watching the newly downloaded HD version of Ip Man: The Prequel, my phone vibrated a few times on the table before
falling into the trash can under the table. I cursed under my breath and quickly picked it up to see who was disturbing my
rest. A woman's voice came from the other end of the line, asking, "Have you eaten yet? What are you doing now?"
Yes, if it were before, I would have immediately replied, "Honey, what are you doing?" Unfortunately,
that bitch of a woman ran off with someone driving a new Mazda 3. At least I have two nice cars.

One is an old Audi, and the other is my school bike… Damn it, a man's
ambition lies least riding a bicycle saves energy and carbon emissions, which is a small contribution to the planet. The person on the other end of the phone was
my mom. I originally lived in Yilan, a place known as "beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and incredibly boring." What a load of
rubbish! If it's so boring, why the hell do these tourists even come? The Hsuehshan Tunnel is jammed, fine, but can't they take their trash with them? My

mom runs a noodle shop and even hired a foreign worker to help. It's not exactly amazing, but it's always packed with customers who never take their trash. Before I went to Taipei for school, every weekend, a bunch of brainless out-of-towners would bring in drinks, and that was fine, but they wouldn't take them away. There were four big red characters outside saying "No Outside Food Allowed." I really wanted to ask, "Are you fucking unable to read Chinese? Or are you fucking colorblind?" 　[Desperate, I could only curse in my heart. In business, harmony brings wealth, so I just kept collecting drink cans, cursing again and again, "Fuck you!" I looked at the handmade noodle shop next door, and next door to next door.] I really wanted to deliver the collected beverage cans to his house for free, saying, "I advocate resource recycling and reuse. Everyone should protect the environment. Just peel off the film, rinse, and dry them in the sun," and even "flatten them with your feet for free" to save space. I was originally going to have you come to my house to collect them, but since I'm being a good person, I'll give you a discount today—three dollars a cup, cash only, no drinks exchange. There are three big bags here today ; take them in and count them yourself. There might be another bag later, then I'll come back to collect the money . That's it, bye! 　　I was on the phone with my mom and asked what was wrong. She said her foreign worker contract had been signed, so she wanted to close the shop for a few days and also wanted to come to Taipei for a visit. She asked if I, her son, could let her squeeze in. Looking at my not-so-big apartment, I felt a pang of guilt, but since I hadn't seen my mom for six months, I agreed. That day, my mom took the train north, and I personally met her at Taipei Main Station. But then, damn it, it started pouring rain, making us wait at the station for a while. When the rain subsided, I quickly hopped on my old Dijon motorcycle, packed my mom's luggage in plastic bags, and headed straight for the apartment in Taipei. 　　As the saying goes, "When it rains, it pours." That's right, just one alley , suddenly the sky opened up, and the rain poured down like a waterfall, soaking my mom and me to the bone before we hurriedly went upstairs. I stood at the door for a moment, telling my mother which way was the toilet so she could go in and take a hot shower. I was dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, so I just stood on the stairs letting the water drip, gazing out the window like a melancholic gentleman. 　　The tenant in the room opposite mine, like me, was a college student who sometimes brought his girlfriend back to his room for the night. His girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder during sex, and I, damn it, even got hard watching Ip Man. As I watched, I started imagining myself as the young Ip Man, wildly thrusting into that high-ranking official's daughter, wearing a fitted cheongsam, her buttocks swaying , accompanied by the moans from across the hall. I simply stopped watching Ip Man and started watching porn. 　　I'm actually quite mischievous; I like playing pranks, and I always have something on my mouth. It's hardly like the high-class . One time , the guys in the opposite room started having sex again, so loudly that the apartment at the end of our corridor could hear it. So, I came out with my friends from the rooms to my left and right. I was wearing a suit jacket and holding a megaphone, the kind used for club recruitment. If I didn't have one, I was prepared to shout until I was hoarse. I told a few of my friends to stand behind me. I figured the moaning was almost over, and the final sprint was about to end. 　　Amidst a series of loud "Ahhh... Ahhh..." screams, I saw some people peeking out of the hallway. Suddenly, I banged on the door and, grabbing a megaphone, shouted, "Those thugs inside , stop struggling! Come out and surrender immediately! If you refuse, we'll break down the door. Don't blame us for using force . Countdown, five, four, three..." The door opened a crack, and my friend, blushing , said, "Damn it, stop messing around!" I pointed the megaphone at his face and said, "I'll scream your mother's mother ! The noise level in this room is over the standard decibel level. You should be grateful I'm telling you this out of kindness. When the police come knocking, they'll think you've raped a respectable woman and just put you naked in their car. That won't look good ." 　　"Damn... I know, you all better leave quickly, the other guests will hear." He slammed the door shut , and a burst of laughter erupted in the hallway. Everyone went back to their rooms amidst the laughter. Fifteen minutes later, a woman's voice yelled, "So embarrassing! I'm never coming back!" followed by a door slamming shut. It's been quite a while since I've heard anything like that. Actually, you can't blame my friend; these student apartments are notoriously bad at soundproofing. 　　Just then, my mother opened the door and called out, "You're done showering? Come on in." I rushed in, not bothering to hide anything in front of her, stripping naked and throwing all my clothes in the laundry basket. I grabbed a shirt and underwear and went to shower, completely unaware of my mother's gaze. After showering, I came out shirtless and saw my mother sitting at my computer desk. She was wearing one of my black shirts, which looked even bigger because she's short , and shorts that revealed her creamy white thighs and her toenails. 　　It stirred up some wicked thoughts in me. I thought of my slut, I don't even know how many times I've slept with her. We 've been broken up , and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have sex with a woman. Now that my mother is in my room, my penis suddenly started to feel semi-erect. I quickly sat on the bed, put on my shirt, and covered my penis with the hem of my shirt to make it less...

It was obvious, so I started chatting with my mother. I said, "Mom, I'll sleep on the floor tonight, you can sleep on the bed. Also,
don't randomly click on my hard drive looking for porn. Your son is studying computer science. If you find it, I'll
jump off the department building and stab myself fourteen times in the underworld, hating myself for all the years I've studied this technology, only to have it
opened by my mother randomly clicking on it. I'll be too ashamed to face my professors." My mother covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Your
mouth is still the same as before, always talking nonsense. Tell me honestly, which girl did you bully this time?"

Let me first describe the layout of my room. To the left of the entrance is the bed, not big, but even though we're poor, it has a
quilt mattress, and pillow. Directly in front of the bed is my desk where I study diligently, and... also
my computer for researching and seeking knowledge. To the right of the desk is a small TV, a bookshelf, a clothes rack, and a bunch of odds and ends. Further
to the right of is the toilet/bathroom. My mother then turned to the edge of the bed, crossing her legs,
her lower legs resting against the edge.

I glanced at her crotch area under her shorts, and swallowed hard. Afterwards, I took her to
a night market to experience the sheer crowds of Taipei's night markets, and we had a late-night snack. Back home, my mother watched
the small TV on her desk, while I browsed articles, afraid to download any videos online, lest she see my webpage with
an AV actress's cover image—that would be terrible. It was quite late, and my mother's menstrual cycle had long since ended
. After getting into bed, she said, "Don't stay up so late, come and squeeze in with me tonight."

I thought, "Okay, the floor's cold, and we're mother and son anyway, it won't hurt if we sleep together." Our
shoulders were pressed together, and I asked, "Should we turn off the light?" My mother said "Mmm," and then the whole room went dark,
with only a sliver of light shining through the crack in the door. I could smell the fragrance of my mother's hair, her body, and the alluring
scent of a mature woman in the air. I turned to my right and realized that my mother was facing away from me. I couldn't sleep all night.

My penis was hard, and my body was hot. I decided to wait until later, until my mother was asleep, and then I would sneak to the bathroom
to masturbate . My mother's breathing was even, and the scent was very enticing. Although I had incestuous thoughts,
my mother was from a rural family and had rarely talked about sex since I was little, probably because of the simple and honest customs of her generation
. So I suppressed my lust and kept silently chanting, "Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Blessed Mary,
you are full of grace! The Lord is with you, Namo Shakyamuni Buddha, Amitabha, may this decree swiftly sever
the demon in my heart, Amen..." After I realized I had almost finished chanting the names of all the deities I knew, my
Soviet-made AK-47 penis was still erect.

I decided to secretly get up, go to the bathroom to get a mouthwash cup, fill it with cold water, and extinguish the lustful
fire of my mother-obsessed desire. I immediately thought, "Damn, I didn't expect the water to be so cold." After repeating it two or three times, along with chanting
the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," it finally subsided. By this time, tormented by my erect penis, I was already
exhausted . Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a saying came to mind that really hit home:
"There are three things in the world that are unbearable for people: the first is 'the inability to urinate when you need to,' the second is 'the inability to sleep when you want to,' and the third is 'the inability to ejaculate when you have an erection.'" Sigh… I
only saw it online, but it's so damn accurate .

When I woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. My mother got up, washed up, grabbed a key, went out for a
stroll, and bought some things. As I ate the fried dough sticks and scallion pancakes my
mother bought, I knew immediately which shop they were from. I said to my mother, "Is this soy milk from Yonghe Soy Milk across from the park?" My mother laughed and said, "
You know that too? Looks like you know the neighborhood well. It's about time you took me for a walk around Taipei." I took a bite of the
fried dough stick and said, "Of course I know. What other Yonghe Soy Milk shop in the world can fry such simple fried dough sticks so badly,
almost burnt? It's unprecedented and unparalleled. Amazing!"

In the afternoon, as promised, I took my mother to some trendy places. You know, what woman doesn't love
clothes and shopping? So we went to places like Taipei 101, SOGO, and E-Die department stores.
Why did I choose these places? First, to enjoy the air conditioning, and second, because it wasn't a holiday, it was less crowded.
Then in the evening, we strolled around Tamsui Old Street. My mother was wearing a black dress today, which fit her well
and accentuated her shapely figure.

I've been studying in Taipei for half a year, and I haven't seen my mother's face in six months. I didn't expect her to
dress . I wonder who influenced her. Could it be that she's having an affair? Damn it, if that's the
case, I'll go back right now and break that adulterer's tendons, and tell him, "He who commits adultery with another man's wife
will have his wife committed adultery with him." I'll make sure he sleeps with his wife and his wife's mother right in front of him! How dare he sleep with my mother
without even finding out who her son is?

After mentally condemning the adulterer, I coaxed my mother into revealing her identity by asking, "Mom, is this a new
dress ?" My mother smiled and said, "No, I bought it with the neighbor. Does it look good?" I stopped
and stared at her, saying, "Hmm... the dress is alright... but," my mother said, "What? Is the dress really bad?"
I looked her up and down, saying, "The dress is bad, really bad... it's all black..." My mother's
face fell, and she said disappointedly, "But... it was Ah Mei who picked it out for me, the Ah Mei from the beauty salon.
" Oh... So it was those neighbors from the beauty salon. No wonder my mother dresses so well; you become like those you associate with. I patted
my mother on the shoulder, and her disappointment was written all over her face.

It's understandable; she's from the countryside, so of course she wanted to look her best in Taipei. Now that
her son had poured cold water on her enthusiasm, it's no wonder she was disappointed. I hugged my mother and said, "The clothes really aren't nice…
but Mom, you're beautiful and have a great figure. Even in black, you still
radiate light, haha." My mother then broke into a smile, "Long time no see! You smooth talker,
how many girls have you charmed with that tongue?" I knew I couldn't let my girlfriend continue this conversation, so I took my mother's hand and led her to the restaurant.

We came here specifically for seafood today. Where were we? By the way, speaking of that black dress, my mother's
two , and she must have been wearing a seamless bra, with a slight glimpse of her soft cleavage. However, there was a gold copper ring
decoration above the cleavage. My mother wore a pair of light white stockings and a pair of white high heels with gold heels and
gold patterns around the toe. Those shoes were really beautiful, and they
looked .

My mother had her long hair tied up in a bun at the back, with three or four strands dangling in the air, which
added to its beauty. Her face wasn't exactly stunning, but it was at least fair and clean, with a touch of
light makeup and a hint of rose-red lip gloss. I thought if she wore heavy makeup, people might mistake her for my older sister.
During dinner, I chatted with my mother casually, and eventually, the conversation turned to her morning.
Seeing her shy expression, I knew she was hiding something from me.

I straightened my back and said, "Mom, honesty is the best policy. Tell me the truth, what did you say about me when I was asleep
this morning ?" My mother chuckled and said, "Oh, my dear husband, it's not that I don't want to tell
you, it's just that I'm afraid you won't like it." Wow, I knew my mother was dressing younger, but even her way of speaking was so
witty ! I deliberately feigned a fierce look and said, "You daring, shameless woman, Qi Qin... Ah... no, I mean,
what exactly did you see back then? Was it Chang Wei beating Lai Fu, kicking that dog to death with one kick, and saying he was born with superhuman
strength ?" My mother had watched Channel 4 with me since she was little, so she naturally knew about these movies.

My mother said shyly, "Reporting to my lord, actually, what happened this morning was a small matter, but last night... that matter was much bigger..."
When I heard "last night," I almost spat out my nine-hole candy. I quickly drank some orange juice,
choked said, "Mom, what exactly did I do last night?" My mother said, "Reporting to my lord..." I hurriedly said, "
Okay, okay, I admit defeat, my good woman, quickly tell me what I did last night?" My mother smiled sweetly
and said, "There are too many people here, let's talk about it when we get back." I was left completely bewildered, my mind racing, but
I couldn't figure out what I had done.

Finally home, I pestered my mother relentlessly, but she just kept dodging the question. It wasn't until I stopped her from taking a bath
that she shyly admitted, "I didn't really sleep well last night. I kept falling asleep and waking up, then falling asleep again. This morning, when I tried
to get out of bed, your big thing was sticking out of my underwear. How could I not be embarrassed?"
I thought to myself, "Didn't the 'Cleansing Heart Mantra' work?" But that was in the morning. What about last night? Could it be? I did something
I shouldn't have ?

Damn, I've heard of sleepwalking, but never sleepwalking rape. I stammered, "Mom, last night
... I didn't touch you, did I?" My mother, sitting on the edge of my bed, gave me a wink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Touched you?
Not only did you touch me, you also took advantage of me all night!" I was so shocked I almost knelt down. Such a heinous act!
According to ancient tradition, incest would result in being drowned in a pig cage for seven days and seven nights, then having ten women seduce you, making you
hard for forty-nine days, then draining you dry for eighty-one days, finally dying from exhaustion, skin and
bones , your penis rubbed raw and bleeding profusely, and still not being let go. Thinking of this, a bead of
cold sweat trickled down my forehead to the tip of my nose.

But then a thought flashed through my mind: thank goodness this is civilized society. For the first time, I was so grateful to be a modern person. I
asked my mother, "Mom... tell me exactly how I bullied you." My mother blushed even more and
said shyly, "Your thing was on top of me all night, even talking in your sleep and hugging my waist. I was sleeping with my back to you,
and I don't know who you were dreaming about, but you thought I was your girlfriend, and kept... kept rubbing your thing against my butt, and even
rubbed my... my... breasts..." After saying this, my mother blushed and hurriedly went to take a shower.

I was left standing there dumbfounded. I thought to myself, "Damn it, is this for real? I tried to suppress my desires with a '
water-on penis-fire, chanting a mind-clearing mantra,' and it turned out to be my own dream. Ugh, I should have just done it myself
. This is killing me." Tonight, I decided to sleep on the floor to avoid bothering my mother again. This time, I slept face down, pressing my penis against
the cold floor, and listened to the Heart Sutra MP3, determined to fight off the lustful demon within me.

My mother then tried to chat with me. She said, "Come up and sleep. I won't blame you, come on." How could I accept that?
I was already fully prepared. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I won't let you have another sleepless night.
Sleep " My mother reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "Get up, come on. This is my order. No resistance, no talking back,
no saying no, understand?" Seeing that my mother was determined, I unplugged the MP3 player and put it aside. Using the
opportunity of not touching my mother's body, I began to resist this battle of fantasizing about my mother in bed, codenamed "Bed Mission."

My mother said, "What are you doing? Am I a plague or a virus, hiding so far away? Come closer. You're my son,
are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Hmm... very well, this "Bed Mission" broke down in less than five seconds. My shoulder
was pressed against my mother's soft, fragrant shoulder, and my mother started chatting with me, talking about my affairs, including my studies and my girlfriend. I
realized I'd accidentally let slip about my girlfriend, so my mother asked, "So, did you tease her?" I
laughed and said "Tease her like that? Was it at night or during the day?" My mother slapped me and giggled, "What
do you mean, day or night, huh..." I said, "Mom, I tease her both day and night. You need to be clear about it,
otherwise I don't know how to answer."

My mother's voice became even more shy, and she punched my shoulder with her small fist, saying, "Is that okay? I think it's once in a while.
" I turned to my mother, smelling her fragrance, and said, "Mom, guess how many times a day?" My
mother turned to face me and said, "No guessing, no guessing, you're just good at getting information out of me." I secretly
reached out and touched my mother's hand and said, "So, Mom, how many times a day do you hope I can have? Just guess, it's just for fun."

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Three days... no, you're young, so it's every two days." I deliberately
made an exaggerated expression and said, "Wow... Mom, you're really a genius, like Liu Bowen,
comparable !" My mother laughed and said, "Stop pretending, I knew I was wrong the moment I heard you say that." I deliberately
turned my face towards my mother's face, feeling her breath and the breath exhaled from her lips. I
whispered, "Mom, tell me honestly, how many days and how many times do you want me to go? There's a reward if you guess right." My

mother said coquettishly, "Oh dear." Since you insist on telling me, I'll tell you. "If it could be once every night, that
would be amazing," I whispered in my mother's ear. "Guess one right, guess the other wrong." My mother
asked suspiciously, "Which one is right, which one is wrong?" I said mysteriously, "Every day is true, once is false... I
need at least three times a day, haha." After saying that, I breathed warm air into my mother's ear, and she tickled and said, "Nonsense, how can
that work?" I said, "There's still a reward for guessing half right, and the reward is..." I kissed my mother's neck.
I said, "It was supposed to be the mouth, but this time I guessed halfway and it was the neck." My mother got up and patted my
chest saying, "You even dare to bully your mother? You child, really... ha."

I hurriedly said, "Wow, the person who got the reward isn't satisfied? Is there any justice in this world?"
My mother smiled and looked at me, saying, "You... you're bullying me." After this flirting, my so-called "mother's mission"
had long been forgotten. I flirted with my mother as if she were my own woman, and my penis, which had been restrained for a month,
was already burning with desire. My mother asked, "How long has it been since you broke up?" I simply hugged my mother and said, "A month,
and I haven't touched a woman for a month..."

At this time, my mother was lying on her side facing me, with her left side and me on her right, the wall to her left and the bedside to my right. I kept
bringing my face close to my mother's, rubbing my nose against hers. My left hand first encircled her waist, then moved up to caress her beautiful back and
neck. Her breathing grew heavier. I gently brought my lips to hers, touched them, and kissed her
, saying, "Mom... this morning I said your clothes weren't pretty, I was just teasing you, just kidding. You're not
angry, are you?" My mother said shyly, "Angry? I'm already furious! You're young and impetuous, I know what
people your age are thinking..."

My left hand slid down her back. Although there was only a thin nightgown, a one-piece dress
, her skin felt very smooth and pleasant to the touch; it seemed she had received good treatment at a beauty salon. I moved my hand over her buttocks, then
her thighs, and even her calves, pressing her thighs against mine. I said, "Mom, tell me,
what am I thinking right now? " "I won't say it, I won't say it, you'll just bully your own people," my mother said shyly. I kissed
her chin and said, "Then, Mother, would you let me bully you?" My mother didn't speak at this point, but her breathing was fast and heavy.

I got up, spread my mother's legs apart, threw the quilt on the floor, and turned on a bedside lamp. My mother
lay on the bed, half-covering her face with her hands, and said, "Are you really going to do this?" I pressed my body against my mother,
pulled her hands apart, and looked at her face. My mother's long hair was spread on the pillow, her thin nightgown revealed her
black bra, a black triangular lace panty, and a dark blue thin nightgown that revealed her fragrant shoulders and beautiful legs.
The sight made my penis hard.

I first gave my mother a deep kiss on her delicate lips and said, "If Mom doesn't want to, I'll stop." My mother turned her face to the side, not daring
to look directly at me, and said, "Have you been holding back for a long time?" I gently kissed my mother's sweet lips, the tip
of her nose, her forehead, her ears, her neck, and her breasts. I kissed my mother's eyes half open, her gaze hazy. I said, "If Mom doesn't want to today,
I'll still tease Mom." At this moment, my mother giggled and said, "You child, you've been planning this all along, you've got me figured out." I
pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown and said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you, Mom..." After saying that, I had already pulled my mother's
nightgown off her legs. My mother's black bra covered her two breasts,
and the deep cleavage in the middle indicated that her breasts were not small. My mother tried to close her two thighs, but I blocked them between them.

My mother stretched out her right hand to cover her private parts, while her left arm protected her breasts, concealing her snow-white
nipples. She snorted, "I...what about me?" I pulled her left hand away from her chest, then pulled
her right hand up with my right, lifting both her hands upwards. I pressed her hands down with my left hand. Her
armpits were clean-shaven and hairless. I licked her armpit and said, "Mother, didn't you want me to tease you a little?"
My mother flinched slightly from the lick and said, "You use this method to trick girls into bed?"

I put my hands behind my mother's back and unhooked her bra. My mother covered her bra with her hands, unwilling to expose her nipples.
I squeezed my penis against her panties and said, "Do you have to go to such lengths to get a girl into bed? I only flirt with you
like this Don't you want me to bully you tonight?" After saying that, I took off my black bra, and two snow-white breasts jumped
out, shaped like teardrops. Although they were only C cups, surprisingly, they were slightly perky and not
sagging .

I ran my hands up my mother's hips, cupping her breasts and kneading them. She tilted her chin back,
letting out a soft gasp, and said, "What...you're...bullying...you're messing with me?" Her voice was sweet and shy. I
began to savor her nipples with my tongue, first licking the areola in circles, then tapping the nipple with the tip of my tongue. My left hand kneaded her
left breast, and finally, with a sudden suck, I began to roughly knead and suckle, using both my hands and mouth, making
her moan softly. As I licked, I said, "I won't stop until you clearly state whether you want me to mess with you
."

My mother's face was already flushed, and she touched my back, saying, "You're so embarrassing! You've messed with me like this,
how could I not want to?" I put my hands under her armpits, pressing my chest against her breasts, and swayed my body
up and down kneading her breasts with my upper body and rubbing my penis against her vulva with my lower body. Facing my mother, I looked deeply into her
eyes and said, "Mom, I find you so beautiful. I'm afraid I'll hurt you tonight." My mother wrapped her arms around my neck
and laughed "You think you're so capable? You're making me all hot and bothered. Tell me honestly, how many girls have you done this to?"

I kissed her lips deeply, our tongues intertwining in her mouth. She closed her eyes, responding to my sucking,
from a light kiss to a frenzied sucking. I slowly swayed my hips, and her waist rubbed against my
penis. During the kiss, I used my right hand to pull down her black lace panties. I released her
lips and said, "I only love you, Mom. I want you to be my lover, okay?" My mother raised her left leg, letting me
take off her panties, and said, "Lover, lover, your mother was always your lover in the past, ha."

I stood up, got out of bed, rolled down the blinds on the window, and turned towards my mother.
She got up and helped me take off my underwear, revealing my erect penis. She stared intently at it
and said, "It really has grown." She covered her mouth and chuckled. I asked, "Mom, how much do you mean by 'grown up'?" I
flipped her over, assuming a 69 position, woman on top. She said shyly, "How should I know? But this
position is really embarrassing."

My mother's vulva was in front of me. I started to use my fingers to spread her labia, first playing with the entrance,
stimulating her clitoris, then inserting my fingers to probe the inner walls, but not too deep.
While my mother was enjoying my ministrations, I nudged my penis with my hips and said, "Mom, your private parts are so beautiful, can you suck them for me?" My mother
then grasped my penis and began to stroke it. Being stroked by my own mother was very different,
unlike any of the girls I'd had before.

I felt that my mother skillfully manipulated my penis in her hands, neither too quickly and forcefully making me uncomfortable,
nor gripping it with the same rhythm and speed as a robot. I called out, "Mom, can I use my mouth?"
My mother replied, "You're so clever, you have so many tricks up your sleeve." Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and pressed
down , opening her legs a little wider. My tongue licked her vulva from bottom to top, all the way to her anus.
My mother's beautiful buttocks trembled slightly from the licking, and she said, "You child... you're just bullying me..."

As I sucked the vaginal fluid that was beginning to flow from her vagina, my penis was also being sucked incessantly in my mother's mouth,
whether it. This 69 position brought both of us
to the peak of sexual stimulation. I figured that was about enough. Any longer and I'd be sucked until I exploded. My mother
could get wet and have multiple orgasms, but I couldn't. I could only manage three shots in a row, and after that, the bullets I fired
were all watery, not thick at all, just enough to make my penis hurt.

I pushed my mother's buttocks forward and climbed up between her legs. I pinched her breast with my right hand and
cupped her lower abdomen with my left, moving her body towards the bottom of the bed so that her back was facing me. I
squeezed her buttocks with both hands and said, "Mom... now I'm really going to tease you. Let me tell you, the soundproofing
isn't good , so don't scream too... loudly." I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva. My mother supported herself with her hands on the ground,
letting her breasts hang in the air, and said without looking, "It's hot... it's itchy... even like this, you're still teasing Mom..."

I touched her vulva with my hand; it felt very wet. I pushed my penis into her vaginal walls, and my mother let out a soft moan, "Mmm... Ah
..." I slowly moved my hips, afraid that my mother's vulva would be in pain if it wasn't penetrated so deeply at first.
I kept my penis inside her, pressed my chest against her back, kneaded her breasts with both hands, and kissed behind her ear, laughing,
"Now guess how big it is? Am I teasing my mother?" My mother was already breathing heavily. She
simply pulled up a pillow and rested her head on it, saying, "You're so naughty, I won't guess..." I began to slowly move my penis,
gently thrusting in and out of her tender vulva, with small movements and a slow speed.

I straightened my upper body, held my mother's hips with both hands, and thrust suddenly, making my mother groan.
I began to rhythmically sway my hips. As the speed and force increased, my mother's beautiful buttocks and my thighs made
a "slap slap slap" sound, and her honey pot kept leaking lustful fluid, the flesh walls constantly squeezing my penis. I
said, "Mom, your private parts are really amazing... I've never seen a girl as amazing as you." I reached out my right hand and grabbed my mother's
left hand, pulling her upper body up.

I wanted my mother to look at me. My mother twisted her upper body slightly, and I looked at her left breast,
which kept swaying up and down against my face with my thrusts. My mother's face was even more adorable. There seemed to be a tear in the corner of my mother's eye.
Perhaps it had been too long since she had sex. Her eyes were red from the pain, making her even more pitiful. My mother sobbed and said, "
Why don't you listen to me and slow down? Why are you going so fast?" I slowed down, turned my mother over to face her, and once again spread her legs like a frog.
This time I rubbed against her vulva and said, "Mom... haven't you had sex in a long time?"

My mother kissed me shyly first and said, "You know your dad walks fast, and the noodle business at home is busy. He's exhausted
every day when he gets home. How can he have time to... to do it himself?" I
caressed my mother's whole body with both hands and sucked on her toes, saying, "Mom, you... haven't you ever been
intimate ?" "Mom, because my feet are itchy from being licked, you struggled against my sucking and said, 'You naughty son,
what nonsense are you talking about? I'm very chaste...' I hugged my mother and licked her ear,
saying, 'Mom is so good. I remember some of the neighbors and customers who came to the shop looked at you strangely. Did they
bully you?'

My mother wrapped her legs around my waist, her vulva rubbing against my penis, and laughed, 'Those people have the desire
but not the guts. Even if they dared, I wouldn't want them. Besides, isn't there a bad guy on top of me right now, bullying me?' I
thrust my glans forward and began shallow penetration, only the glans entering. My itchy mother frowned, her
whole body burning with desire, her head spinning. I laughed and said, 'Mom, I'm not a bad guy, I'm your precious
son .' I thrust nine times shallowly and once deeply, making my mother twist her private parts, wishing I could go in a little more."

My mother said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I'll get angry." I suddenly thrust my cervix forward, causing her
to grit , leaving a half-circle of teeth marks on her shoulder. I started thrusting my penis in and out, almost
shaking the entire broken wooden bed apart. I was genuinely afraid that the bed would collapse halfway through, and the downstairs neighbors would call the police, which would be a real embarrassment
. I fucked my mother with all my might, releasing the thick semen accumulated over the past month, along with my desire for women, and the sight of
my mother's gentle, feminine demeanor, which made me even more intoxicated. I fucked the beautiful woman until she dared not scream, and the lustful
mother was drenched in fragrant sweat from the pleasure.

The wooden bed groaned, "Goblin, goblin!" I looked into my mother's eyes and said, "Mom... I want
everything . Promise to be my lover from now on, okay?" My mother's almond-shaped eyes were half-open, and her cherry lips were slightly parted as she said, "I'm still your
mother. Be good. If you want, Mom can let you... Ah." With a powerful thrust, I rammed and penetrated her.
My mother's body arched, her legs straightened to support her body, raising her beautiful buttocks an inch. Her private parts trembled incessantly, releasing lustful
fluids. My penis and the sheets beneath were covered in her love juices.

After my mother calmed down a bit, I hugged her and kissed her, saying, "Promise me, from now on, when we're out, I'll call you Mom,
and in private, I'll call you Baby, okay?" With another thrust of my hips, my mother could no longer hold back and groaned loudly.
My mother's soft, white breasts swayed up and down with each thrust of my missionary position. She
said shyly, "I'll do as you say...son." The more I thrust, the more pleasurable it felt. My penis was slippery and
sticky inside her wet, overflowing vagina. I laughed, "Still calling me son? Call me husband." My mother gasped, "You're naughty...I won't say it."

I stopped moving my penis. Seeing I wasn't moving, I said, "My beautiful wife, my darling, if you don't
say it, you're not my sweetheart." My mother pouted and said, "Husband...darling." I said, "Mom,
you're so good...hehe." My mother realized I had teased her again, and said shyly, "You're just teasing me
..." I laughed twice, kissed my mother's lips, and began to move my hips faster, making her vagina widen and
moan . I watched as her moans grew louder and louder.

I didn't care what others thought. I looked at the woman before me—my kind mother, my beloved...
My beautiful, mischievous lover, feeling the intense pleasure, coupled with the tightness of her vagina, sent a
tingling sensation . I covered her mouth with my hand and pushed my glans deeper into her. My body trembled, my penis
quivering inside her, and a thick stream of semen gushed out. I held my mother, waiting for our breathing to catch up, then we looked at each other
and smiled.

After a period of tenderness in bed, my mother and I took a shower and slept in each other's arms until the next morning. My mother said I had
exhausted her all night, and her back ached all day. I, on the other hand, ran my hands around her beautiful buttocks, kissing her
lips and saying, "Going back this afternoon? So soon." My mother said it was already the third day, and if I didn't go back to open the shop,
who would support me? I laughed and said, "What am I going to do if I miss my darling wife?" My mother nudged me with her elbow and said,
"Still talking? Go find her yourself at home, hmph."

After graduating from university this year, I transferred to Yilan University. My mother asked why I gave up Taipei, and I
said, "I wanted to help Mom with her work; I didn't want to see her working so hard alone." I then gently touched her waist.
My mother giggled and said, "You always have such a sweet talk, half-truths. Everyone knows you're up to no good, haha."
I whispered in her ear, "I'll tell you a secret, actually I came to see my darling wife. Can you see
her?"

My mother smiled and said, "No, I don't know who you're talking about." I placed my hands on her lower back and
pressed my penis against her buttocks, saying, "She'll be in my room tonight. If she doesn't, then she's in her room.
Don't tell anyone, because she's my beautiful wife, and I don't want anyone to know, understand?"
My mother turned away from me, her body... "I'm so happy!"

I picked up my mother in a princess carry, saying, "Isn't she right here? Hehe." My mother said, "You've
got the wrong person, ah..." After that, we locked her in her room, and then there was another round of playful banter. My relationship with my mother
is more like that of two friends who tease each other. My mother's naughtiness and my mischievousness make me love everything about
her . I want to stay with my mother forever, never to be separated.

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This took me quite a bit of time to type. This is also my first time trying to present the plot using dialogue. Perhaps
there are fewer sex scenes, but this is the type of writing I like. I usually prefer writing light and fun articles.
This one suddenly. I really like the dialogue between the mother and son, and the protagonist's distinctly Taiwanese accent.
I also put a lot of effort into the flirtatious dialogue between them.

Unfortunately, I didn't finish it well because my shoulder started hurting again, so I had to end it hastily, which is a real shame.
If you all enjoyed this article, I'll see if I have time to create a series. It's a pity this one ends
here for now . I'll consider a new format in another post; I don't want my style to become stagnant.
Finally, thank you for reading. If you felt even a slight smile while reading, it means I've
grown a little more. Thank you all.
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The article doesn't describe the inner thoughts much, nor does it show exactly what makes the character mischievous. This mother was quite adept at seduction; she probably already had feelings for her son, and it was a perfect match. A widow and orphan, like dry wood meeting a raging fire. They did what they shouldn't have done at the right time, but the ending was good—they never separated. The content is very exciting and captivating; I love it and have saved it. It feels like the theme was only briefly mentioned at the end, not quite on point. However, overall it's well-written, with a heartwarming side. Powerful and erotic! I love this kind of good writing; keep up the good work, author! The writing is excellent, and the article seems quite engaging, but the ending is a bit disappointing. The content feels a little bland; is it deliberately trying to be realistic? I hope to see better plots and descriptions. I'll support the release for now. The plot is much better than other mother-son stories; at least it doesn't start off too quickly.

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