Falling in love with a mother who likes to wear stockings

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Some things are beyond human control, because humans have seven emotions and six desires. I never imagined I would

have a relationship with my mother, especially since it was my dignified and beautiful mother who seduced me first.

My name is Xiaobin, I'm 18 years old, and I'm fairly handsome and tall. I like playing basketball, so I have a great physique.

Although I'm not a muscle man, I'm well-muscled with a six-pack,

and I'm very popular at school. However, my family isn't happy because I've only had my mother since I was little. As for my father, when I was little, my mother said

he went on a business trip to a faraway place. Only when I grew up did I realize that he had run off with his mistress.

Let's not talk about my father, I don't remember him. Let's talk about my mother. My mother is the CEO of a small company. She didn't make a lot of money,

but she made a steady stream of small amounts. That's how she was able to raise me on her own. We depended on each other, and life

wasn't hard, just emotionally lacking. This caused me to develop a mother complex. When I realized this,

I had already fallen deeply in love with my dear and respectable mother, unable to extricate myself. But I could only bury this illicit feeling

in my heart because it was impossible for it to have a future.

My mother's name is Xu Lin, and she is 38 years old. Judging from my handsome appearance, I knew that my mother must be quite beautiful. She has a head of jet-black

, shiny hair that she likes to wear up in a bun, which makes her look smart and capable. She has a pair of big eyes that are both charming and bright, a straight nose,

and a mouth that is not a small cherry mouth, but it is not big either. When she smiles, there are cute little dimples on both sides of her mouth.

In general , my mother is the kind of mature and dignified beauty, and her character is also very dignified. She has never

had intimate contact with other men and seems to have no intention of finding another man. Later, I found out that the man my mother wanted to find was me.

Although my mother is exceptionally beautiful, what I'm most fascinated by is her figure. She's very tall

, with a bust that's not huge but definitely not small either. She's also 1.72 meters tall, which

makes her long, shapely, and perfectly proportioned white legs. Because of her profession, she often wears various stockings, pantyhose,

and garter stockings . Later, she even felt uncomfortable if she didn't wear them every day. When she wears stockings and high heels, her

long, straight legs look even more charming and alluring. Perhaps that's why I also became obsessed with stockings. At

home , my gaze is always focused on my mother's beautiful legs, which are always clad in stockings.

The time I had relations with my mother was during the summer after my college entrance exam. Even now, thinking back on it feels like

a dream. Because the university I applied to was quite far away, I was destined to be separated from my mother for a period of time. This meant that

after receiving my acceptance letter, I felt no joy at having been admitted to a top university; instead, I was quite depressed. Seeing that I

was always listless, my mother finally asked with concern one evening, "Bin'er, what's wrong with you these past few days? You

don't seem very happy."

I hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully, "I can't bear to part with you, Mom."

My mother was silent for a moment, then softly said, "Me too, my son." After saying that, she

hugged me tightly. That familiar feeling captivated me.

My head was right between my mother's fragrant breasts, but at that moment, I had no other thoughts. I simply

held my mother's slender waist tightly, feeling the pure maternal love. Actually, such hugs

happened frequently because of family reasons, and neither my mother nor I found it strange, even though I was already 18 years old, a young man who understood

matters between men and women .

Today's hug was unusually long, and as time goes on, the feeling slowly changes.

Mom had just come home from work, still wearing her black office uniform, though she'd taken off the black blazer,

leaving only a white shirt. The weather was hot, and the shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a large expanse of her

smooth, white skin. A beige bra was right in front of me, a faint fragrance filling the air, and my heart began to heat up.

But my eyes involuntarily drifted downwards, because my most alluring sight was her beautiful legs in stockings.

Mom was wearing a black pencil skirt and black stockings, which shimmered under the light, a maddening glow.

We were both sitting on the sofa, and Mom was holding me close, so she didn't seem to notice her son's

increasingly intense gaze.

Looking at Mom's beautiful legs, bent and pressed together as she sat, my heart pounded faster and faster. Finally,

my left hand, which had been holding Mom's slender waist, slowly loosened, and I boldly reached for her plump thighs.

"No, she's my mother!" But just as I was about to touch my mother's legs , which exuded a deadly allure in black stockings

, her beautiful face suddenly flashed through my mind. A sense of shame and guilt instantly enveloped me, and my hand stopped

. Why? Why is she my mother?

My heart was filled with unease, and I couldn't help but push my mother away, quickly returning to my room. I didn't notice

the disappointment and struggle that flashed across my mother's face when I pushed her away.

From that night on, I couldn't control my thoughts. My mind was filled with my mother's alluring and graceful figure

. When I masturbated at night, I fantasized about my mother wearing a uniform and black stockings, being pinned down and ravaged by me.

At that moment, I finally realized that my Oedipus complex was about to erupt.

To my surprise, my mother's behavior also became strange. She became more caring and affectionate towards me,

often hugging me and telling me funny stories from her company. Her hands would casually

stroke my broad back and strong thighs, which was both blissful and torturous for me. Each time, I was burning with desire, my penis erect, but I

still restrained myself because the person in front of me was my mother, my own mother.

But seeing that I was unmoved, my mother became even more unrestrained. Not only did she dress more and more revealingly at home, but she

also kept rubbing against me. One night, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Mom, these past few days... why are you always clinging to me

?"

My mother tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looked me up and down, and said in a coquettish voice, "Bin'er, you're going to university soon,

and I won't be able to hug you for a long time. What, Bin'er, don't you like it?" At the end, her expression became resentful, like

she was flirting with a lover.

Seeing my mother's alluring expression, a terrible thought arose in my mind: "Mom is seducing me!" And once

this thought arose, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Subsequently, this thought began to affect my restless heart, and my gaze towards my mother became increasingly intense. I

was certain that my mother had noticed, but she did not stop me. Instead, she boldly teased me with her eyes.

Finally , one evening in late July, during dinner, the relationship between my mother and me underwent an irreversible

change.

Dinner was the same as usual, very ordinary: two dishes and a soup. My mother and I sat on opposite sides of the table,

but since it was the weekend and my mother wasn't working, she wasn't wearing her uniform.

Instead, she wore a pink silk nightgown, smooth and thin, revealing her white bra clearly. Her beautiful thighs were

clad in alluring flesh-colored stockings, and her delicate feet wore cute cartoon slippers. This sexy yet kawaii outfit made me

stare at my mother ever since I came downstairs, whether she was busy in the kitchen making dinner or now that she was sitting

across from me at the table.

"Bin'er, why are you staring at me all day? Is there something dirty on my face or body?" my mother

asked, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes alluring.

I felt a little embarrassed; I hadn't expected my mother to suddenly notice my staring. But this wasn't the first time I

'd stared at her like this.

Seeing my embarrassed expression, Mom's smile widened, and she asked again, playfully, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I...I..." I stammered, unable to utter a word. Mom smiled,

no longer pressing me. She rested her chin on her right hand, her beautiful, alluring eyes shimmering, and softly asked, "Bin'er,

do you think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty." Mom had been asking this question more and more lately, so I wasn't shy and

answered without thinking.

"You...like stockings?" Mom's beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked into mine, asking that question again.

I was startled, my face flushing crimson. I didn't know how to answer, but

finally managed to deny it, "I...no, no..."

Hearing my stammering, my mother still smiled gently and simply said, "Then

eat, my good son."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the awkwardness was over. But the next moment,

something , and a smooth sensation pressed against my calf. I shuddered,

staring at my mother in disbelief. Under the table, it was my mother's sexy little foot that had touched me.

But when I looked at my mother, she didn't look at me. She nonchalantly held her bowl and ate her food,

as if the delicate feet that were teasing and arousing her son under the table weren't hers. But the blush on her cheeks

silently proved something.

Faced with my mother's behavior, I was completely at a loss. It wasn't until her jade-

like foot moved up and reached towards my crotch that I was stimulated and let out a loud groan: "Mmm..."

My sound seemed to stimulate my mother, and I could clearly feel her

little foot, which was teasing the base of my thigh, tremble violently.

At this moment, I finally realized what my mother was doing. She was openly seducing her

son, and she was putting on an indifferent act. But her beautiful face captivated me.

After while, the mental and physical pleasure finally overwhelmed me. I suddenly reached out and grasped her

jade-like foot, which was clad in stockings and felt wonderful. I played with it lovingly. My mother's little feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were very

sexy . The smooth instep, the rounded ankle, and the five pretty toes painted with bright nail polish—

I really wanted to put them in my mouth and suck them to my heart's content.

When I grasped her sensitive feet, my mother, who was deceiving herself, trembled all over. My

next move surprised her even more, because I actually took off my shorts and underwear,

revealing my thick penis. Then I pressed her delicate feet onto my penis, squeezing and rubbing it repeatedly.

"Ah!" My mother's sexy little mouth let out a surprised sound, and her flushed face became even more beautiful.

But she dared not look at her son, because her son was using her exquisite little feet to masturbate.

I closed my eyes, enjoying my mother's passive footjob. The silky smooth pleasure almost drove me mad.

"So slippery, so tingly, so numb!" My breathing became heavier and heavier, and the pleasure intensified. Soon,

a thick stream of semen sprayed violently onto my mother's stockinged feet, and I couldn't help but moan,

"Mmm..."

After a long while, I came back to my senses from the pleasure of ejaculation and looked at my mother again. She was looking directly at

me. We stared at each other for a while before she softly said, "Bin'er, I'm going to

the restroom ." With that, she left her seat and went to the restroom to clean the semen off her feet. I happily started eating.

I had to make up for it, but the excitement inside made my body tremble. I knew that my

relationship with my mother had crossed a line; it was no longer just a simple mother-son relationship!

At this moment, moral constraints could no longer suppress my impulse, because it was my own mother

who had seduced , and when I looked into her eyes just now, I saw her heart—a

heart that deeply loved her son! With love, what could possibly stop us from being together?

After dinner, and for the rest of the evening, my mother and I didn't exchange a single word, but we

understood each other's thoughts. I went back to my room, quickly took a shower, and then sat on the bed, lost in thought,

reliving everything that had just happened—it felt like a dream.

In a daze, it was 10 PM, time to rest. The moon was hidden tonight,

and no light shone through the window. For some reason, I only left the small bedside lamp on, making the room

very dark. Perhaps I was afraid that if the light was too bright, the person I was waiting for wouldn't come.

Thankfully, there was movement at the door I had been watching. I quickly turned off the lamp and lay down on the bed.

The room was now pitch black. I didn't know if the uninvited guest had entered, but I held my breath and

lay quietly on the bed.

But soon, I felt a hot body press against me. Reflexively, I embraced

that fragrant body and eagerly pressed my lips to it, searching for the red lips I had longed to kiss.

"Hehehe, you little rascal, don't be in such a hurry." Mom's charming laughter rang out, and she pushed my shoulder forcefully.

I was a little confused, but I obediently let go of her.

After Mom regained her freedom, she kissed my forehead and then asked with a smile, "Bin'er, were you

waiting for Mom to come?"

"Yes, I felt that Mom would definitely come tonight, so I've been waiting." "

Then you understand what Mom means?" Mom's slender fingers gently stroked my face as

she asked softly.

Hearing my mother's words, I wasn't ashamed. I bravely reached out and touched her legs. Sure enough, she was still

wearing stockings, though she must have changed them. I replied, "Yes, Mom, you want to

make love to your son, right?"

My hands touching her thighs, and hearing my blunt words, caused a warm, lustful

flow to surge from her vulva. She said lasciviously, "Yes, I want to make love to you, son. Bin'er, do you think Mom

is lewd and shameless?" Her voice trailed off, a hint of nervousness in her tone, likely recalling

the lewd behavior she'd done under the table earlier. Her usual mature and dignified self suddenly becoming wanton must have been a shocking experience for her son.

I quickly shook my head, saying, "How could I? In my eyes, Mom, you're a pure angel.

You haven't been with any other man all these years, and that proves everything!"

My mother was deeply moved. She hugged me and showered me with kisses. I seized the opportunity and kissed her red lips

. Finally, I kissed my dearest mother! At the same time, my hand instinctively moved to my mother's

plump buttocks, encased in stockings, and began to knead them. So soft, so elastic!

My mother, assaulted by this, immediately went limp, letting out a soft moan as she collapsed weakly into my arms.

Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman, my desire was ablaze, and only one thought occupied my mind: "I want to

make love to my mother, I want to fuck my mother! I want to fuck this mature beauty in front of me hard!"

So, I began to take off my mother's nightgown, but because it was too dark, I couldn't get it off. My mother

chuckled said provocatively, "Bin'er, don't you want to see

how your beautiful mother makes love to you? Turn on the light!"

I hesitated, because it was actually me who was shy, but my lust burned fiercely, and I disregarded all shame.

Was this thing even still around? I quickly reached out and turned on the small light. Turning my head, I saw

my mother, disheveled yet incredibly alluring, kneeling on the bed in front of me. I was half-sitting, half-lying on the bed, my head directly

facing her partially exposed breasts. Those round mounds of flesh seemed about to burst out, making my eyes glaze over.

"What beautiful breasts!" The added visual pleasure made my penis even harder.

"Idiot, what are you looking at? Come here!" my mother said in a very gentle yet seductive tone.

Burning with lust, I could no longer restrain myself. With a low growl, I forcefully pushed my mother down onto the bed, quickly stripping off her nightgown and

bra , leaving only the black sheer stockings on her beautiful legs. Then I removed all my own clothes,

finally pouncing on my mother's chest, grasping her beautifully shaped breasts with both hands and kneading them continuously, licking

the already erect pink nipple on her left breast with my tongue.

"Ah! So comfortable..." my mother immediately moaned, her tone extremely seductive, clearly very aroused

.

But my attack quickly moved downwards, and when my gaze fell on the mysterious area between my mother's legs,

I realized that there were no panties under the black stockings at all. The warm and wet cave had already soaked the stockings, making them a wet mess

. Such a lewd scene made my eyes turn red, and I quickly put my head in and frantically licked

my mother .

My mother's slender waist arched instantly, and she let out a seductive scream, asking with delight and excitement, "Son,

where did you learn these enchanting moves?"

I was completely in a frenzy, my tongue touching my mother's flesh, my nose smelling the faint scent

emanating . Without thinking, I told the truth, "Mom, your son isn't a virgin anymore. I

've slept with classmates and teachers, but when I was with them, all I could think about was you, Mom, and

I 've never been this excited before!"

Upon hearing this, my mother stiffened for a moment, then twisted her slender waist vigorously, moaning with a sob,

"Mmm... ah... I'm too late, Bin'er. From now on, you can only fuck me, not...

other women!"

I didn't speak, but forcefully pushed my tongue into my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to sense my

love and let out a satisfied moan.

Perhaps the stockings diminished the pleasure, because Mom suddenly sat up, gently pushed me

away then, under my questioning gaze, forcefully tore the stockings at the crotch,

exposing her wet, exposed vulva. Then, Mom rubbed one of her breasts with her left hand, and with her right hand, she spread open her vulva, saying in

a seductive, languid voice, "Son, come and lick me, keep licking my vulva!"

At this point, I knew that my mother would become a slut in bed, but only in front of me

, so I let loose and showed my beastly side.

Like a ravenous ghost, I pounced between my mother's legs, frantically licking the pink, tender flesh of her vulva.

Without stockings, the contact was direct, and although the taste was salty and slightly fishy, I didn't care at all.

I licked the petals, the inner sides, and then thrust my tongue into my mother's opening again, while my hands continuously

caressed her thighs straddling her sides. There were black stockings there, and the slippery, silky texture was irresistible.

After licking like this for a while, I felt my penis was painfully hard and needed comforting.

So I lifted myself up, stopped giving my mother oral sex, and moved her buttocks forward a little, aligning my

penis with her vulva. As the historic moment was about to arrive, my mother shyly closed her eyes.

But I smiled mischievously, grabbed my mother's two stockinged feet, and clamped them between my penis and my fingers,

whispering , "Mom, move your beautiful feet!"

My mother felt her little feet touch a hot, root-like object, and opened her eyes. After hearing my words,

she couldn't help but scold me, "Bin'er, do you like foot fetishes that much?"

"Yes! A long time ago, I've been dreaming of Mom giving me a foot fetish. Mom, hurry up and move, I don't want me to

do it. It's like I'm masturbating with your feet, it's not comfortable at all!" I nodded honestly, and then said

somewhat commandingly.

Hearing my childish words, Mom smiled seductively, her eyes, capable of bewitching any man

, teasing me relentlessly. Her snow-white feet began to move. I bravely looked directly into her beautiful eyes,

fully enjoying the pleasure emanating from my penis, moaning, "Ah... um... ah... so good... Mom's

feet are truly wonderful... faster, faster!"

"Bin'er, does Mom's fleshy feet feel good rubbing you?" Mom's hands braced on the bed, diligently using her feet to massage me.

The footjob went faster and faster, and although it was a bit tiring, her pretty face was filled with a satisfied smile.

"So good, so good, Mom, I love you!" I couldn't help but shout.

"Mom loves you too, from now on Mom is yours, and you can only belong to Mom!" Mom shouted emotionally as well.

"Mom, you're too domineering, we're mother and son, we're committing incest!" I teased Mom on purpose.

"I don't care, I don't care! You can fuck me however you want, do whatever you want with me, but you can only belong to me!"

Provoked by my words, Mom screamed, got up and pushed me onto the bed, then climbed on top of me, guided my penis to her vagina

with her hand , and sat down hard...

That night, Mom and I made love for several hours, almost until dawn before going to sleep. Mom had

five orgasms, and I ejaculated four times. In the end, Mom and I were both exhausted and fell asleep satisfied.

After that, my relationship with my mother completely changed. In public, we were still mother and son,

but at home, I was her little husband, and she was my exclusive slut. We would be

intimate . However, I would still wear my favorite stockings, and my mother would change them every day,

greatly satisfying my desires. In return, I would make my mother feel very comfortable, daring to do and say all sorts of shameful and wanton positions

. But fortunately, all of this was enjoyed by me alone, and I didn't intend to let

anyone else enjoy it. My mother could only belong to me.

One day, my mother and I went to the mall to buy clothes and things we needed for college. Because our car broke down and needed to be

repaired , we had to take the bus. But it happened to be Saturday, and the bus was extremely crowded. Since

the mall we were going to was quite far away, we ended up spending more than an hour on the bus.

"Mom, let's go to the back," I whispered, and my mom and I squeezed

to the very back of the bus. There was an older woman carrying vegetables to sell at the market, with several baskets of vegetables around her. Other passengers, afraid of getting

their clothes wet from the fresh vegetables, tried their best to push forward. The last row of seats was empty, so

my mom and I sat there. Anyway, our destination was the final stop, and we would get off last.

The bus wasn't going fast because there were so many people, and because it was afternoon, everyone was a bit

drowsy . No one would notice the people behind us. I was playing on my phone when I suddenly noticed that

a mischievous little hand had unzipped my jeans.

"Mom, what are you doing? Here..." I quickly put down my phone, pressed my mom's hand down, and turned to whisper

a reminder to my mom, whose pretty face was flushed with desire. But my mom leaned close to my ear and said, "But Mom wants it now. Look at

the people in front, no one will notice. Hurry up, Mom is wet." As she spoke, my mom took my hand and put it

inside her skirt. Sure enough, it felt warm and wet.

Today, Mom was dressed very fashionably and stylishly. She wore a red V-neck t-shirt and a blue lace mini-

skirt with flesh-colored stockings. Now, Mom had lifted the skirt, and I could see her lower body directly, because apart from

the flesh-colored stockings, she wasn't wearing any clothes underneath.

"Mom, you're so lewd, not even wearing underwear!" Seeing this breathtaking scene, my lust

flared up. My hand, guided by Mom to the entrance of her vagina, began to actively probe and dig. Her long-itchy

vagina was soothed, and Mom closed her eyes contentedly, quietly enjoying herself. Since having relations with her son,

the gates of desire had reopened, bringing her needs to their peak. Fortunately, her son was young and strong, able to satisfy her

voracious appetite .

"Mom, is it comfortable?" my mother whispered in my ear. Perhaps because she was so comfortable, she

leaned her body against me and didn't respond, only letting out a soft moan. But I already knew the answer.

My right hand skillfully played with her clitoris and labia through her stockings.

Having dealt with her vagina every day for so many days, I had already figured out her G-spot. Soon, the flow of fluid from her vagina became increasingly abundant.

"Mom, do you want to take off your stockings? Otherwise, you'll be so embarrassed if you get soaked!" I teased.

Hearing this, my mother immediately opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. She then sat up slightly and

gently pulled down her stockings, revealing her smooth, white thighs.

At that moment, I looked up and saw a still-attractive young woman,

around 30 years old, staring at us. Her large, alluring eyes held a hint of suspicion, as if she doubted

the relationship between my mother and me. There was a clear age difference between us, yet our behavior was so intimate. But

how could she, who could only see our upper bodies, know about our sordid affairs?

However, when I saw that she was wearing an office lady uniform and black stockings, a bold idea suddenly

popped into My gaze became provocative. I'm handsome,

and my eyes are quite captivating.

The woman in black stockings sensed my gaze and shyly looked away. But after a moment, she looked back

curiously . This time, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

I was the only one sitting in the last seat, and I was slightly narrowed, looking quite comfortable.

"What is he doing? Where is that woman?" the woman thought to herself. But quickly, her face

flushed red, and her eyes shone with disbelief.

Having been watching her closely, I knew this alluring woman had figured out what my mother and I were doing. Need I even

guess? Of course, my mother was bending down to lick my penis.

My mother had never licked my father before, so her technique was quite clumsy. After a few days of training and practice, she'd improved

, able to make me feel good without making a sound. I lovingly stroked my mother's back, thanking this

wanton beauty for everything she'd done for me.

While enjoying myself, I teased the young woman not far away with my eyes, playing with my mother's breasts—it was incredibly

pleasurable! The young woman's face grew increasingly red, her charming eyes seeming to overflow with tears.

After a while, the bus stopped at a station, and several more people squeezed on, making the already crowded

bus even more packed. The young woman in black stockings was pushed back a little, almost touching the several loads of vegetables the farmer had placed nearby

. To avoid getting her clothes wet, she simply stepped over the loads and, like my mother and me,

went to the last row of seats on the bus, sitting in the row parallel to us.

During the incident, the elderly woman cursed a few times, saying things like there were too many passengers that day. At that moment, my mother seemed frightened.

She trembled like a rabbit, utterly ashamed if discovered. Although no one knew about her

relationship with her son, engaging in intercourse in a public place was still incredibly daring, but it was precisely this daring that made it so exciting.

However, my mother and I were discovered. The woman in black stockings had come in; how could she not have

noticed ? Yet, when she actually saw what my mother and I were doing, she didn't expose us. Instead, she silently watched

ahead, though I could see her eyes glancing in my direction.

I smiled slightly and forcefully pressed down on my mother's dazed head. When she saw the woman, she froze

, thinking she was doomed. But feeling my touch, she instinctively opened her mouth to give me oral sex,

her beautiful eyes looking at me with fear. I gestured towards her, and only then did my mother look at the woman in black stockings.

At this moment, I also began to carefully admire the young woman in black stockings. Her appearance wasn't as alluring as my mother's, but

she was still quite beautiful. She wasn't as tall as my mother either, but she was probably around 165 cm. Her legs were full and shapely, and

the black stockings gave her a completely different feel. She wore black high heels, which seemed to match her office attire.

This young woman was probably a white-collar worker, but why didn't she say anything to reprimand or stop us? This was the question on

my mother's mind, but I had already anticipated it. When I had flirted with her with my eyes earlier, I already knew she

wouldn't make any rash moves. I had a feeling that this young woman was also celibate and needed a man's penis

for comfort .

The bus continued its journey, and so did my mother's lewd activities. Seeing that the woman in black stockings

wasn't making any moves, my mother gradually relaxed and focused on servicing me. She was also becoming increasingly aroused.

She released my penis, looked up at me with seductive eyes, and silently mouthed, "I want it."

I turned to look at the woman in black stockings, thought for a moment, and then said to my mother, "Take off your panties and

sit back down. But you have to keep licking me, and I'll touch you."

My mother hesitated for a moment, then... She did as instructed, ignoring the woman in black stockings and only wanting to satisfy her own

desires. Since the woman in black stockings didn't dare utter a sound, she noticed the lewd couple next to her

had changed positions. The woman was still licking the man's genitals, but instead of squatting, she sat back down, her large,

white buttocks facing her. She then realized the woman wasn't wearing underwear. Immediately afterward, the man began

playing with the woman's vulva, stimulating it with his hands—plucking, digging, inserting, and pinching. The woman's heart pounded; this couple was too

bold , too lewd.

Seeing the woman in black stockings' large breasts heaving, I knew my plan might succeed.

Therefore, I worked even harder on my mother's vulva. Soon, stimulated by the environment, my mother reached a pleasurable climax,

her small mouth making soft moaning sounds while holding my penis. Fortunately, the bus was moving, and the surrounding area was noisy, so

the sound was masked, and she wasn't discovered.

However, the more pleasurable part couldn't continue there, so after Mom finished tidying her clothes, I said in a voice loud enough for

the young woman to hear, "Mom, let's get off at the next stop."

"But we're not at the mall yet," Mom asked, her face still flushed.

I pinched Mom's soft, delicate face and said meaningfully, "I need to use the restroom, I

've been holding it in for a long time."

Mom understood what I meant immediately; she also felt she hadn't had enough, so she nodded seductively

in agreement. Seeing this, I looked at the young woman in black stockings with satisfaction; she must have heard me too.

When we were one stop away from the final stop, Mom and I got off the bus so we could

continue . We quickly found a suitable place for our lewd pleasure—a public restroom in a secluded park.

Mom went in first to check out the women's restroom, and after confirming that no one else was there, she beckoned me in. I looked around and,

seeing the expected "little tail," smiled and entered the women's restroom.

"Bin'er, Mom wants it again, hurry!" Mom didn't notice my strange behavior. She pulled me into

a , closed the door, and said with a longing look.

I reached into Mom's lace skirt and felt her warm and wet vagina again.

I said , "Mom, you're such a thirsty little slut!" After saying that, I kissed Mom's sexy lips and

started sucking. My hands attacked at the same time, one hand on her breasts and the other exploring her vagina.

Mom also hurriedly unzipped my pants, releasing my thick and powerful penis. She quickly

stroked it with her hand. In just two or three seconds, the little snake that had just gone soft turned back into a python!

"So thick, so long! Mom loves this big guy so much!" After a few minutes of wet kissing, Mom couldn't help but praise the penis in her hand as she separated from my lips

. She looked at me with her watery, springy eyes, which were full of

infatuation and adoration.

I felt my mother's deep love. To repay her, I quickly took off her clothes, then

sat on the toilet, positioning her already overflowing vulva directly against my erection, and thrust hard!

"Oh!" My mother and I both groaned in pleasure, and then I began to thrust rapidly, my hands

caressing my beloved stockinged thighs, my head buried in my mother's chest, licking her

tender breasts, while my mother simply closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

"Mmm... ah! Faster... so deep... ah! ah! So good, Bin'er, I'm about to die from pleasure! Faster...

" My mother's moans were both sweet and seductive. If it were any other man, he might have already ejaculated just from hearing my mother's moans

, but other men wouldn't have this opportunity.

I didn't respond to my mother because my mouth was busy. Her breasts were perfectly sized and beautifully shaped,

like inverted jade bowls, without any sagging. I licked her two bright red nipples alternately;

the peanut-sized nipples were already erect, and with my saliva, they shimmered with a lewd glow.

My rapid thrusting quickly brought my mother to climax again, and she collapsed onto me. But she did

n't rest; she knew I hadn't ejaculated yet, so she tried to sit up, wanting to help me finish with her mouth.

But I stopped her. She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

I smiled slightly, then pushed open the toilet stall door. As I expected, a breathtaking erotic

scene unfolded before our eyes. The black-stockinged young woman who had watched our lewd pleasure in the car was slumped

outside the stall door, leaning against the wall, one hand kneading her E-cup breasts, the other hand reaching into her lower body...

He was rubbing and pleasuring himself.

"Ah! She's the one from earlier..." Mom exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth. I got up and walked over

to the young woman who was still masturbating and flirting with me. I commanded, "Lick it for me!"

The young woman in black stockings' eyes lit up. She immediately stopped masturbating, straightened up, and brought her

face to my penis. She sniffed it first, then took my entire penis into her mouth. Her head began to swing back and forth wildly, as if under

a spell.

"Hiss..." The dual pleasure, both mental and physical, made me gasp. This young woman in black stockings was

indeed a lustful and unsatisfied woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't have followed us here,

listening to my mother and me make love while masturbating through the wooden door.

The young woman so obediently licked my penis, and I knew what she wanted. Seeing her

so engrossed in giving me oral sex filled me with immense satisfaction. But a moment later, a hot body

pressed against . I turned around and saw my mother had stripped naked, her

large breasts pressed tightly against my back. She said anxiously and seductively, "Bin'er, you promised me you wouldn't sleep with other

women . You still have me. You can do whatever you want with this wanton body of mine."

My mother's words were lewd, but I said tenderly, "Mom, rest for a while. After I deal with this

slut who's been watching us make love, I'll comfort you properly. If I don't, she might tell everyone

."

My mother was startled; she hadn't considered this possibility. She reluctantly said, "Then hurry up,

Mom wants more!"

"Okay!" I agreed outwardly, but inwardly I chuckled. This way, I'd gotten rid of my mother's jealousy.

Then , I made the woman in black stockings stop giving me oral sex, stood up, and looking at her hungry expression,

I lewdly asked, "Beautiful lady, do you want my cock to fuck you?"

"Yes, give it to me now!" The woman in black stockings looked like those horny women in AVs. I smiled and started

to strip her clothes off, leaving only the black stockings on her legs. Then I tore a hole in her crotch, pulled

her panties aside, and thrust my cock into her vagina. The woman seemed to have little

sex experience vagina was still very tight, tighter than my mother's. So I felt a different kind of sensation and couldn't help but thrust quickly,

making the pleasure even more intense. The woman in black stockings bit her red lips, trying her best not to scream. Her remaining

rationality told her that this was a public toilet.

But I wouldn't let the woman in black stockings get away with it. After thrusting in and out quickly for several dozen seconds, I suddenly stopped and asked, "

Is it good ? If it is, tell me, or I'm going on strike!" The woman was enjoying herself when she suddenly realized that the man had stopped

moving. After hearing what the man said, she gritted her teeth and still whispered, "It's good..." "

If it's good, shout it out!" I commanded. The young woman blushed deeply and reminded me, "But this is a public

restroom." I laughed and said, "It's okay, this park is rarely visited. Didn't you notice

when ? Shout it out, or I won't move."

The young woman hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head as if driven by desire, and began to moan softly. Seeing this, I

resumed thrusting, and the young woman's feigned moans turned into real moans: "Ah... um... ah... so deep...

it's inside..."

The young woman's moans weren't as wanton as my mother's, but they were very beautiful and charming. Hearing this, I became even more excited and

thrust faster. My mother behind me seemed unable to bear it any longer and suddenly squatted down behind me,

licking my buttocks. Finally, her little tongue even slipped into my anus. I couldn't help but shudder and quickly

said, "Mom, don't lick there, it's dirty."

"No, Bin'er, you're perfectly clean. Mom bathed you last night," Mom

said playfully, which touched me deeply. I thrust even faster, and soon the woman in black stockings climaxed.

I immediately turned around, lifted Mom up, and pinned her against the wall, continuing my assault

. Mom's wanton moans echoed from the toilet again.

After we were done, Mom and I left the public restroom to go shopping. A long time later, the woman in black stockings finally

came out of the restroom, dressed. Looking at the empty park, a look of

disappointment . However, when she opened her palm and saw the small piece of paper with a number written on it, she

chuckled.

[The End]

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