Mom's New Love

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This story is purely fictional. Those with weak psychological resilience should not read it, otherwise, they will bear the consequences themselves. The original work was rather

bland , so some embellishments have been added appropriately.

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(I)

Before telling you how I became the new man in my mother's sex life, let me tell you some background about my

family .

My father and mother had a happy and fulfilling sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage

, but when my father climbed to the leadership level in his company, work began to become his whole life, which greatly

damaged his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production at the factory. Of course,

his salary increased accordingly, but at the same time, the responsibilities he bore also became heavier. This meant that he had to

work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and overtime was possible at any time. He also had to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he had to

go to other production sites to supervise on his days off.

He came home very late, often not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, and most of the time he looked very tired.

My father is definitely a hard-working man,

dedicating all his time to his work. But we're not short of money, and I really don't understand

why he's so busy working all day without time to enjoy life.

At home, Dad feels increasingly superfluous; he and Mom are becoming more and more incompatible, and Dad can't participate in almost

anything . Their sex life has practically ceased to exist. However, Mom is a

woman who enjoys sex (I learned this later), and in the first few months, she tried to arouse

Dad . Sometimes she would dress very sexily and wait until late for Dad to come home, but he always

disappointed her. This wasn't his fault; he was simply too tired to do anything else. In the afternoon, he was

always busy preparing for his evening work, neglecting Mom. Occasionally, on Sundays, she'd have a quick

and perfunctory visit. Gradually, Mom gave up, becoming quiet and difficult to get along with, while

Dad, busy with work, obviously didn't realize this.

To be fair, if you paid a little attention, you'd find that my mother is actually a very beautiful

woman . And by "woman," I don't mean the petite, pretty, but simple-minded

women popular these days. My mother is not short, 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 140 pounds, has round, firm breasts,

a full and curvaceous bottom, firm and upright buttocks, round, full thighs,

well-shaped calves, and neat ankles. When she smiles, deep dimples appear on her cheeks. Combined with her straight nose, bright mouth,

bright black-brown eyes, and soft, wavy, tawny hair, she is stunning, especially to me

. The reason for this detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother is a great beauty;

wherever she goes, she is the center of attention.

As for myself—the last member of this family. At the time, I was a high school

senior , a model student in the traditional sense, with outstanding grades in my class. I was also an excellent

athlete, especially fond of football, and a member of the school team. I was 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighed 175

pounds, muscular, and had a great physique; I was the second fastest runner on the team. However, I had

some problems. For example, I hated engaging in boring conversations, and I would feel awkward

and unsure of what to say around girls. Although I had a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hid this longing.

I had some experience dating women, having had two girlfriends in total.

The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate and boss men around. During our relationship

, she was always finding fault with me, criticizing everything I did. Fortunately, I quickly grew tired of

her . I admit she was a great kissing partner; the only thing I remember about her was that she liked to kiss, but I

never considered entering her world. Now she's married to a sleazy

guy , so of course, she has no right to tell him what to do.

The second was a shy, short girl, at least to me. It took me a

long time to teach her to kiss. Although she tried hard, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy

kissing, she was still very sensitive. The moment I carelessly touched her breasts, she would

scream and threaten to tell her parents. Our relationship had to end. Later,

a playboy at our school got her, and she quickly became a slut,

willing to .

Once, she hinted that she would be happy to cooperate if I wanted her, but I was

no longer interested in any part of her body. I wouldn't waste my passion and semen on a woman from an ex-husband's past.

Okay, enough of that, let's get back to the point.

I, a hot-blooded young man, not bad-looking, could only cope with my many sexual frustrations through

masturbation. And my mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her work-obsessed husband

. I often have vivid and imaginative sexual fantasies, and the most frequent

object of these fantasies is my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it: your husband and father are away from home most of the time, leaving

two lonely and sexually frustrated people to spend the night alone. And you have a very obvious solution—indeed, very

obvious —incest (if you condone it). It seems like the most natural thing to do.

But sometimes, things don't go as planned.

I condone incest, at least I have this idea. I don't think incest is immoral. In traditional

thinking, incest is condemned, but I believe that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is closer than

anyone . Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other, and even further...

Developing a sexual relationship wasn't impossible. Honestly, I thought about it, but I never imagined it would actually

happen , even though I'd dreamt of it countless times with my beautiful mother, and I eagerly hoped

it would one day become a reality. But when it came to putting it into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a

long time observing and thinking, finally arriving at an unbelievable conclusion: my mother had always been

interested in me—sexually.

Realizing this, though not entirely certain, I decided to make my move. From casual sex

to subtle flirting, everything began so naturally and slowly. I knew my mother

didn't , even doubting her own attractiveness, all because of my father's coldness towards her. So I

started trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and

charming . At first, I was clumsy and often failed to express myself clearly, frequently blushing because of saying the wrong thing. But my mother always understood me

quickly . I could tell she liked it; she knew I was sincere, even though my words

didn't sound as eloquent as those of orators. She could understand the meaning behind my words.

With each compliment, my eloquence improved, and my words became sweeter, often

rewarding me with a warm hug from my mother.

I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her when she felt neglected by my husband. We

talked about everything . From our conversations, I learned about my mother's life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies, and

dreams. My mother was no longer as aloof and distant as before, but now

so , like an interesting friend, deeply attracting me. I discovered that I could talk about anything with her,

even things I would never dare to say to anyone else.

To be honest, although I often went to the movies and played games with a group of friends, I never had any

real friends. Now, my mother has become my closest friend, a relationship I feel both confused

and fulfilled about. We watch TV together, play cards, and occasionally go out for meals or concerts. I often help her with

housework, cooking, or cleaning up, and even do her laundry. However, I have always had an extremely strong desire for her body , and this desire grows stronger every day. I can only barely suppress this uncontrollable desire

through frequent masturbation and having passionate sex with her in my dreams . I once wanted to peep at my mother while she showered, but her bathroom is in her room, and I have no chance unless she leaves the door open. However, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I feel my self-control rapidly declining, and I am getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. But on the other hand, I also appreciate our current close friendship. 　　I can also sense that my mother greatly appreciates me as a companion. She seems more relaxed and happier , and loves life more than ever. She seems unwilling to talk about the growing estrangement between her and my father, and has given up trying to change the situation. She often told me about her relationship with my father, from their first meeting to their falling in love and finally getting married, subtly and indirectly making me understand that she had lost the sex life they once shared and cherished. Whenever this happened, she would gently shake her head, looking melancholy, telling me how much she longed for someone to comfort her and talk to her. Every time, I almost blurted out , "Mom, let me take Dad's place and keep you company!" But each time, the words stuck in my throat. I hated my cowardice and weakness; I was so useless. 　　Now, my mother started caring about her appearance again. She started using cosmetics again, got a fashionable hairstyle, and began paying attention to her clothes. Often, she wore faded jeans with a loose tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent, full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous figure. Later, as the weather warmed up and summer arrived, she wore a very daring and revealing golf skirt, something I had never seen her dressed like before. All made me incredibly aroused, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white underwear. 　　Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even brazenly and affectionately, but honestly , I genuinely appreciated her transformation. My mother, clearly more delighted by my praise, would seize the opportunity to hug and cuddle me as a reward. She increasingly used her body to subtly convey how much she loved her son. This game of push and pull continued, intoxicating me. Each hug fueled my desire, burning like the summer sun. 　　Our hugs became more frequent, and I grew increasingly eager for what lay ahead. There were things I had never experienced before; I was no longer a child. Every morning before school, I would hug my mother goodbye, and when I returned home, I was greeted with another warm hug. We would hug each other and say goodnight and good morning. When I greeted her, I received a hug; when I helped her with chores, another warm hug followed. 　　Gradually, kisses were added to the hugging routine. At first, our kisses were limited to fleeting slivers on the cheek , but they quickly escalated into deeper, more passionate kisses, eventually evolving into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I began actively seeking out these kisses I longed for, instead of passively waiting for them to come. For example, after dinner, while clearing the table, I would seize the opportunity to hug my mother, give her a kiss, and tell her how sweet it was. When she tried on new clothes, I would feign serious observation, then let out an envious whistle, hug her tightly, and shower her with an eager kiss. As time went on, these kisses gradually became gentler and sweeter. I think that if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look like a very happy couple. 　　My love for my mother grew stronger every day, and my desire for her alluring body also intensified. 　　You might think that my mother would explicitly express her love for me, but unfortunately, that never happened. I can only try to understand, probe, and feel my mother's love through observation, speculation, and physical contact. If I misunderstand her meaning and act rashly, only to be kicked off the bed by her, what do you think the consequences would be? A woman's heart is the most unpredictable. Fortunately, my mother has given me many hints, but I'm unsure which hints might bring me good fortune.

However, my mother gradually stopped hiding herself and her sexy, alluring body.

She often wore a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and she also developed

the habit of making her full breasts appear and disappear when she bent over, or letting me vaguely see her underwear underneath. At these times, I

could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark

pubic . Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I would see her

alone in her pajamas. And these silk pajamas obviously could not cover her body, and I could clearly see

the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So moving! It's good to be alive! Although I can't really have my way with her,

it's good enough to feast my eyes on her.

(II)

Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and my mother obviously intended for me to see her.

One time, as I was walking home from school and going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder—I wasn't sneaking up—

and suddenly my mother appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy

pubic area fully exposed before me. I was startled, my eyes involuntarily fixed on her proudly erect

breasts and her bushy pubic area.

But my mother seemed even more "surprised," saying, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." She didn't seem in a hurry

to cover herself; instead, she deliberately turned around seductively, allowing my lustful eyes to feast on her alluring

buttocks , before slowly walking back to her room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in to find my mother inside, having just

undressed , completely naked. Clearly, she was about to take a shower. I was instantly embarrassed, stammering

an apology before fleeing the bathroom, my face burning red.

"It's alright, darling," my mother didn't seem angry, "I forgot to close the door." She was no longer

trying to hide her sexual desires—that was good! I was quite satisfied with everything I saw. The only odd thing about this

was that my parents' room also had a separate bathroom, where my mother used to shower.

As I mentioned, my mother started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn't like playing golf),

but only at home and after my father had left. That day she was wearing one such skirt, which

barely covered her buttocks, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white

panties were always faintly visible—I noticed they were always white. My mother was increasingly careless about her posture;

she sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes she would roll up her knees and spread her legs,

revealing everything under her skirt, seemingly oblivious to the lustful gaze of her son opposite her.

Her white panties frequently came into my view, and although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for me to clearly see the

style: a transparent, high-waisted white panty that allowed you to clearly see the tempting

black pubic area.

I stared greedily at the dazzling black area, when suddenly my mother, as if seeing right

through me, gave me a flirtatious and alluring glare, startling me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me, staring at me with

a mischievous glint in her eyes, gently stroking my head. A familiar yet unfamiliar feminine scent wafted into my

nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I only hoped that my mother truly desired me,

that I could have my way. My mother was so close, almost within reach. I desperately wanted to suddenly pin her

down, but at that moment, I was at a loss, unsure of what to do next. If I made a move on my mother,

only to find it was just wishful thinking, it could ruin the good relationship we had painstakingly

built . I didn't want that to happen. After all, she was my mother, and morally

, I couldn't do anything inappropriate to her unless she initiated it or there was further intimacy.

(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, constantly trying to restrain herself from taking that

step that could forever change our lives.)

Nothing happened that day, and I was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. I longed for a breakthrough, yet I was also

afraid of it.

Another evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me

. My mother came over to pick out a few pages to read. She bent over and half-knelt on the floor, her back to me, her legs spread apart, her full

buttocks right in front of me, within reach. She was wearing a golf skirt, and her white panties barely covered her tight

buttocks. Through the white, transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her two thick labia. Just as

I was staring at them absentmindedly, imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding them with my penis, I suddenly noticed that

my mother was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile. I immediately turned my head away as if I had been electrocuted, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Mom didn't say anything, continuing to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened. I, on the other

hand

glances at her every now and then, like a thief, until she finished reading and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize she was trying hard not to laugh, seemingly quite pleased. It turned out Mom had already... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic)

When it came time to say goodnight, Mom's kiss was exceptionally gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual

, almost like a passionate kiss between lovers. I can swear her tongue tentatively darted in twice.

She seemed very reluctant to part with me; I was certain she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I

hesitated . I was afraid that once things started, they would get out of control. Although in my dreams, I could

do anything with Mom in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to give her everything I had, and Mom would

reciprocate accordingly, including her passion, even her body. But in real life, I couldn't. I wasn't

entirely sure what Mom was thinking. Ah, my dream! I was practically going crazy. That night, I

masturbated all night long.

The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and surprisingly felt great. As I shaved, I heard

Dad drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had

a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad. After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom

came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left).

She was wearing a t-shirt, and no bra underneath.

My God, she looked so hot and vibrant, and I was only wearing shorts.

I couldn't take it anymore ; my penis was starting to slip out of my control. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat

down. She carried the pancakes to my right and placed them on my plate.

Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I put my right hand between her legs and gently

stroked the inside of her thigh. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly

radiating a dazzling desire. I knew what to do next.

As if electrocuted,

the was indescribable. We both froze for a while, waiting for what would happen next.

Well, I'd done what I needed to do. I'd broken the ice, pierced the thin veil between us

, and I had no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I were to back down as I had in the past

, I wouldn't be a man. So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly moving from

her knees up to the groin. My mother's breathing immediately quickened, but she didn't stop me.

Instead, she slowly, slowly placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply

standing there letting me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, gently encircling my neck with both hands, pressing

my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly. I guessed she also had some fear of what was about to happen.

For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, and my mother just gently

held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking her thighs with both hands.

My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, and soon I reached the height of her usual underwear,

but unexpectedly, what I touched was soft, warm skin—it was unbelievable. My left hand

continued to roam over her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!

My mother, unable to bear my caresses, let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm

breasts.

My right hand wasn't idle either, moving deeper into the inside of her thigh, very carefully approaching

the area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg aside, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved

son eager hand.

I tentatively reached my hand towards my mother's genitals, touching soft pubic hair. A little further, my hand

touched her vulva, and I gently, tenderly caressed her warm, moist labia.

The feeling at that moment was like being in a place I had always known so well. I swear, from

the day until now, I had never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's

vulva like a lover; that was only a privilege of my dreams.

It was all like a dream.

As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body trembled

violently . She suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly,

yanked her golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts. My hands continued their

roaming over her alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed to

be driven only by instinct.

I parted her labia and inserted my fingers; they were already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid flowing

freely .

My mother gasped for breath, guiding my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting,

I instinctively used my tongue to gently flick her erect nipples back and forth, lightly biting

the base , then passionately sucking and gently biting her full, high breasts.

My mother clearly couldn't resist my fingers' movements below her; her hips began to

sway , protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers went in and out without any

resistance.

Finally, unable to suppress her physical urges, Mom couldn't help but cry out, "God, it's so wonderful,

darling! Don't stop, don't..."

Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping; I only wanted to go further, and this thought had driven me

mad.

My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease Mom's vulva. "Oh...oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seemingly melting, trembling

with the continued passion . 　　"Oh...oh oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful !" 　　If you've never inserted your fingers into your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts , I guarantee you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world. 　　Oh, my penis was about to burst through my shorts. 　　Suddenly, Mom left the table and dragged me away. 　　“Hurry up, baby!” she commanded, “Take off your pants!” 　　At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, while I, with the fastest speed of my life, stripped off my excess shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, and throbbing thick penis. 　　“Oh my God, it’s huge!” 　　she exclaimed, surprised by the thickness and length of my penis as she gripped it and pulled me to the counter . But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter with her back to me, thrusting her arrogant buttocks in front of me . “Here, baby,” she said impatiently, “hurry up and fuck Mommy from behind.” 　　I stared in awe at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, full buttocks. I swear, I desperately wanted to do as my mother commanded, but I had never seen a woman’s vulva before, had no idea what it was like, and had never even inserted my penis into a girl’s body from the front, let alone from behind . How was I supposed to begin? 　　Mom reached back and grabbed my penis again. 　　"Come on, baby!" she urged, "I want your penis inside me right now!" 　　She leaned her upper body against the counter, raised her buttocks, and urged me to hurry up.

I couldn't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks,

gritted my teeth and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered my mother's vagina smoothly.

God, what does this feel like?

I felt my mother's warm flesh walls tightly surrounding my penis, and I was so excited that I almost jumped up.

"Baby, push it in," my mother cried, "I need your big cock to fuck me hard."

So I pushed my penis in, and my mother arched her buttocks back until my penis was completely

buried in her juicy and lovely hole.

"Oh...it's so beautiful, baby!" my mother murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...

fuck your mother to death with your dear big cock..."

(III)

I gladly obeyed and began to thrust my penis back and forth, and she moved her buttocks rhythmically to meet my movements.

It was truly a wonderful experience. My mother's beautiful, captivating buttocks

swayed intensely stimulating my nerves. An uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction surged within me—my mother

was mine, I was her man.

I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp her breast, kneading and squeezing it forcefully. My mother

rhythmically pushed her breast towards my hand, then freed her other hand to find her clitoris. I could feel

her fingers and my penis moving in and out of her vagina together.

I was glad my mother knew how to use her fingers to stimulate her clitoris, because this would accelerate her orgasm. I

felt I couldn't last much longer; I had already far exceeded my expectations, perhaps thanks to

last night's masturbation.

Soon, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.

"Oh... God... Baby! Oh... Oh... I'm going to die... Mommy's going to die of pleasure! Baby,

my dear husband, my good husband, your big cock is so amazing, Mommy's going to die! Oh oh... Oh... Oh...

Oh!... Fuck... Fuck harder... Fuck Mommy to death... Ah..."

In my memory, I had never heard my mother say such lewd and wanton things. Even when I eavesdropped on my parents

making love, she was never

this wanton. ∩ Imagine how excited I was when I heard such wanton moans.

Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I never imagined that my seemingly traditional mother

was so passionate about sex, that such amazing passion was accumulating within her.

I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts, and soon, my mother's vagina began to contract violently, tightly

sucking on my cock.

"Oh... God... God... Child, hurry... hurry... I'm almost there! I'm almost there... coming... coming

..."

My mother screamed, her buttocks shaking wildly. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my cock from slipping out of

her vagina .

I thrust into my mother's body with all my might, penetrating her to its deepest point. I felt

my glans begin to heat up, on the verge of collapse, a surge of desire coursing through my body.

I roared, "I'm coming!"

In a single, powerful burst, I ejaculated all my love and desire into my mother's convulsing vagina

.

At that moment, my mother suddenly stopped moving, completely frozen, her body trembling

violently .

My semen continued to spray into her uterus.

I held her trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed against her slightly shaking buttocks

, feeling the warmth of her body.

The convulsions continued.

Finally, I stopped ejaculating, and my mother let out a long breath, collapsing heavily onto the counter. I

lay half-reclined behind her.

When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still erratic. My penis hadn't fully shrunk; it

was still inside her warm vagina, and I could still feel

the slight .

Thank God, I thought, I had truly slept with my beloved mother.

My long-held desire had miraculously come true, even more than I had ever dreamed of.

This moment arrived so suddenly; I had never felt so happy and joyful.

After a while, Mom stood up, and my penis slid out of her vagina with a "plop."

Mom turned around, her eyes brimming with irrepressible lust, and smiled at me: "Oh, child,

that was truly a great lovemaking experience!"

My penis was still dripping with semen, the thick fluid flowing down Mom's thighs, but she

didn't seem to care . I immediately realized that Mom actually really enjoyed this filthy stuff during sex.

Thinking of that frenzied moment just now, and that it was my first time, and how

passionate , my penis involuntarily hardened again.

Mom gripped my now erect and vibrant penis, looking at it in amazement. "This damn

monster is going to start again!" she exclaimed joyfully. "This is exactly what I need."

How could I say no to such a long-deprived, lustful middle-aged woman?

My mother had me lie down on a chair, then straddled me, straightened my large penis,

positioned it against her still-dripping vulva, lowered herself, and completely engulfed my penis with her warm, juicy flesh.

Then she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbed her large, soft, full breasts against my chest, and

covered my mouth with her sexy, moist lips.

We kissed passionately and wildly, my mother's tongue reaching in, our tongues intertwining passionately and tightly

, desperately demanding from each other.

God, I felt like I was in heaven.

After a while, my mother straightened up, reached to the dining table behind her, dipped some jam into my plate,

and then held her fingers in front of me. I opened my mouth, wanting to suck on her fingers, but she said, "No, close your

mouth." I did as she said.

She smeared jam on my lips and then licked them clean.

"Ah!" she whispered in my ear, "My lovely son with a big dick who dares to fuck his mother has a

mouth as sweet as honey."

Then she dipped more jam in the sauce and smeared it all over my face, from my forehead to my chin, even my ears

. Then she carefully licked it clean.

She kept moaning, sounding like a kitten in heat.

Her body rose and fell rhythmically, vigorously stroking my penis, and our joined bodies played a joyful

symphony, making "plop, plop" sounds.

Even now, I still can't quite believe it's real; I'm like someone immersed in a ridiculous, blissful,

erotic dream, unable to pull myself out, yet it all feels absolutely real.

If you, like me, yearn for your mother, just imagine her sitting on your lap,

frantically stroking your penis, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest, her soft tongue lightly licking your

cheek.

What could be more alluring than that, man?

Mom poured some more jam into the plate, this time smearing it on her own face.

“Okay, my little man, now it’s your turn.”

I happily began licking my mother’s beautiful face, making her giggle and wriggle her alluring

waist to avoid my advances.

I slowly licked her eyes and forehead, nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.

I loved this game, especially with my penis still throbbing inside her.

Next, my mother smeared jam all over her breasts, arched her back, and made her full breasts stand erect.

I kissed her entire body; her body was so smooth, soft, and elastic, before I finally

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