[Uncontrolled Maternal Love - A Sequel to "Maternal Love in Disarray"] (Chapter 4, The End)

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Chapter Four

Time slipped away quietly like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's

mature and voluptuous body supporting my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second

year of high school. This year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was waiting at home for the results. Our school didn't let out for

summer break until late July, and the new semester would begin again in less than a month. Although some people

sighed , the students had already mentally prepared themselves under the constant reminders of their teachers and parents: the year before the college entrance exam,

give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to the homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he announced the dismissal, the whole class scattered like

birds . I excitedly returned home from school. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't affect

my good mood at all—my father had stopped driving long-distance buses and was now working in an office, not at the county headquarters,

but in a more economically developed town. He had come back to wait for my brother's college entrance exam

results . Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll be going back to my workplace in the next couple of days after my brother receives his acceptance letter. After that, I just need to avoid

him . I'll just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, a couple of days later, the results for the early admission batch of the college entrance exam were released, and my brother received

his acceptance letter from the provincial sports university, just as he had hoped. It should be a happy result for everyone; my parents were beaming with joy. My brother, however

, seemed a little distracted and didn't go out with his classmates and friends as often as he usually does during holidays.

But whatever my brother's thoughts, getting into university is always something to be happy about. My brother also became the first university student in

our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and

spent the next couple of days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

A hotel was booked, and that evening, my father was radiant, accepting

every toast from friends and relatives until he was completely drunk. My brother was also given a lot of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother also had a little to drink, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into

a taxi, while my brother staggered in on his own.

When we got home, both my father and brother were asleep. My father kept smacking his lips and mumbling incoherently,

"One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy-bodied men to bed.

After covering my brother with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom.

Seeing me, she sighed softly and smiled at me. "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, wrapped my arms around her soft waist, and kissed her on the lips,

silencing her before she could finish her sentence.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your dad and your brother are both

home !"

Her face, flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, looked more radiant than usual. Her

full, large breasts rose and fell beneath her creamy white silk blouse with her slightly rapid breathing, creating

rounded high curves. Her fitted pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks,

and her shapely calves, encased in sheer light gray stockings, peeked out from under the hem. A pair of pointed black

high heels further emphasized the curves of her body, making my heart burn with desire, and my pent-up

erection began to stir restlessly in my pants.

I shamelessly leaned forward again, pressing my face against my mother's soft, fragrant body. One hand around her waist, the other kneading her soft, full buttocks through her

clothes . I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep.

They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if it's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back,

but I'm going crazy." With that, I took advantage of the situation and gently licked her round earlobe.

My mother, already a little feverish from the alcohol,

hesitated slightly after my touching and kissing, coupled with my pleading. She was used to giving in to my every whim, but I pulled and pushed her onto

my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time, I stripped her of her upper body. Her slightly

loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly.

I pounced on my mother, burying my head between her full breasts. I opened my mouth and

suckled hard on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump, white

breast.

While nursing, I reached for her other breast, and with a little pressure, the soft, white flesh

spilled out between my fingers, rippling with alluring waves.

My mother's mature, beautiful body, after more than two years of relentless exploration, had become increasingly

sensitive . This was evident in the rapidly hardening nipple on my tongue, and her suppressed, soft

moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire.

My tongue continued to tease her erect nipple, and I rolled up her skirt to her waist,

further exposing her plump buttocks, which were encased in sheer light gray stockings and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove my mother's clothes piece by piece. Amidst her gasps,

I roughly tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, then hastily pulled aside her already damp underwear. With my own

pants down, freed from the constraints of my underwear, my engorged penis twitched twice before

standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia, picking up

some glistening nectar, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open her

thick labia and penetrated to the very bottom of her vagina. The intense thrusting caused my mother to let out a soft, almost painful moan,

but then, with each powerful thrust, a deliberately suppressed sweet

groan .

Perhaps because I was thinking of my father and brother who lived just a wall away, I was particularly excited when I made love with my mother this time.

My mother was probably under the influence of alcohol, and she was surprisingly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her hips. In particular, every time my penis

was pulled out of my mother's vagina, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls sucking and wrapping around my penis, as if they didn't want to

let it go.

Since my mother was so fully engaged, I naturally wanted to satisfy her as well. I thrust my hips forward, aiming for

a deep penetration each time, making her hips twist and her breasts sway, allowing me to release

the pent-up desire of the past few days. Under my powerful thrusts, my mother moaned incessantly, her warm,

slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis. The slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable, the

glans rubbing back and forth against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls—it felt wonderful.

After nearly a hundred powerful thrusts in one go, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and exiting my mother's vagina, admiring

the seductive movements of my mature and alluring mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted her beautiful legs, encased in thin

stockings onto my shoulders, and while thrusting like a pile driver, I turned my head to

gently lick and nibble on her rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray stockings. As

I thrust forcefully, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled with each stroke, her

vulnerable and helpless appearance only fueling my arousal.

Lowering her two plump, long, silk-stockinged legs, I lightly patted her buttocks. My mother, already

familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings

, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her

white buttocks and spread them apart,

revealing her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, which pulsated with each breath, through the crotch of her torn pantyhose.

I smiled silently. To have my normally reserved and chaste mother now obediently submit and fawn

over me—I think—would be an immense and indescribable satisfaction for any man with a mother complex—especially since I was probably still a

middle school student .

Kneeling behind my mother's high, protruding buttocks, I pressed my grotesque

purple glans, smeared with secretions from both my mother and myself, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother instinctively relaxed her anal muscles,

and my large, dark penis, seemingly disproportionately large for her small anus, slowly disappeared into her two

snow-white, plump buttocks without much effort, until it was fully inserted.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment,

letting her adjust to the feeling of her intestines swelling—of course, I wasn't idle either.

I leaned bare back, stroking and playing with her full breasts and plump buttocks and

beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk stockings. Especially as a stocking and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth,

soft, ultra-thin silk stockings were something I could never tire of playing with.

My hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, and her breathing became erratic again. She turned to me

and said, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or your dad and brother will find out." She said this

, but

judging , it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itch within her. It seemed that after my tireless exploration of her

anus for so long, anal sex was more intense for her than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and urgently needed

release , I naturally turned my attention back. I gripped my mother's soft, plump buttocks and began a

rapid, relentless assault on her warm, tight anus. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks,

producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The way my mother's anus tightened and relaxed in response to my movements gave me

even greater pleasure, further fueling my sexual arousal. Every time my mother's plump, white buttocks collided with my lower abdomen,

she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This moan excited me even more, and I thrust faster and faster

, with increasing force. With each thrust, I felt as if I wanted to squeeze my testicles into my mother's anus,

venting my energy and desire to my heart's content within her soft, tender anus.

The "slap slap" sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the lewd "squeak squeak"

sound of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's anus, never ceased. At this intense rhythm, after nearly ten minutes of thrusting in my mother's anus, I

finally couldn't hold back any longer. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed intensely against my hard glans, and waves

of tingling pleasure spread throughout my body from my penis. The "hmm... ah..." moans coming from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me

also deeply stimulated me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly with both hands,

thrusting my penis deep into her anus with all my might. A stream of hot semen sprayed into my mother's rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks

tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then I

withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis with satisfaction. As my penis was pulled out, a stream of white

semen slowly flowed from my mother's tender, red anus, which had not yet immediately closed. My mother let out a long, soft gasp

, her voice filled with endless charm and satisfaction.

Lying on my side beside my mother, I reached out and hugged her neck, capturing her two full, red lips in a deep

kiss, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering pleasure. One leg was habitually draped over my mother

, enjoying the pleasure of skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp

penis rubbed against her buttocks intermittently,

leaving patches of stains on the sheer gray stockings that tightly hugged her full buttocks.

After resting comfortably for a while, we suddenly heard the door creak open. My mother and I

were startled and sat up abruptly. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door had probably not been closed properly and was

now swaying in the wind.

My mother also got up from my bed, took off the gray stockings that I had torn at the crotch, and while straightening

her clothes, she muttered a complaint about how reckless I had been, not even closing the door properly. She worried that if my father and brother got up to use

the bathroom or something and found out, it would be disastrous. At this moment, I naturally acted like an obedient son, sincerely

accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing in my mind about what clothes and what

color stockings I should make my mother wear next time we make love...

My mother tidied herself up a bit and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door,

" and then put the matter out of my mind. After relaxing, I quickly fell asleep.

*** *** *** ***

When I woke up, it was already past seven in the morning. I got up slowly and took a shower. Halfway through, my

mother called me from outside to hurry up and get breakfast ready.

I walked into the living room with my hair still wet. My father was sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his

temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked him what was wrong, and he said that my father was doing alright; my brother hadn't

gotten up .

It wasn't until lunchtime that my brother was finally woken up by my mother. But judging from

how absent-minded he was while eating, he probably wasn't fully sober yet. After only a few bites, my brother pushed away his chopsticks and said he didn't want to eat anymore

, then went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but my brother was just

listless and said it was because it was the first time he had drunk so much, and he would be fine after resting.

Back at the dinner table, Mother couldn't help but complain to Father. Father, however, had recovered

his spirits by midday, smiling broadly and not at all annoyed. He kept nodding and promising not to let my brother drink too much again, making

it impossible for Mother to stay angry.

After lunch, Father rested briefly before returning to work. Mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues.

With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room

to enjoy the air conditioning and play World of Warcraft—my parents' income was quite good now, and we'd bought a lot of new things,

including an air conditioner and a computer.

While I was engrossed in the game with my headphones on, someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I glanced over;

it was my brother. He seemed sober, though his expression was quite serious. Concentrating on conquering Azeroth, I

didn't think much of it and casually asked, "Brother, you're up? Is something wrong?" without stopping my games.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I was going to brush him off, but

seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?"

I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't

take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she got back.

He said he had something important, but once I sat down and looked at him, he started to ponder, not saying a word for a long time. He

just kept staring at me, and that strange look—how should I put it—mixed with various emotions made me a little

uncomfortable .

I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?"

Seeing that he still didn't speak, I added casually, "If you're not busy, don't block my computer time.

Otherwise, Mom will nag me for ages when she gets back..."

"What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring intently

at me.

"...Oh my god. What do you mean, what's going on between me and Mom?!" My mind went blank for a moment, and I

repeated what my brother had said, but my tongue started to tie itself in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and quite

cool, when my mind finally caught up, cold sweat instantly soaked my back—

the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

"The day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom talking in the hotel bathroom. I just thought it was strange at the time.

But later I found this in your room by chance," my brother said, pulling out a wad of silk fabric from

a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose, its dried

, yellowish-white semen stains glaringly obvious.

My mind reacted quickly; I immediately remembered that this was

the pantyhose I had used to masturbate during the New Year. I think I threw it under my desk after using it and never

remembered to put it away, and my brother had found it.

"That made me a little suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually, actually

do... that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed;

the truth had a great impact on him.

"...You, you saw it last night?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself.

Although it was phrased as a question, I already knew the answer.

"Um, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some inexplicable reason, I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. Seeing Mom wasn't in the room

, I went to yours and peeked through a crack in the door. And... I saw it! You and Mom were...

doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did my brother sound so jealous when he said that?!

Then, we brothers fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and whispered to my brother, "Are you... planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "

What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, then gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... you...

you can't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression shifted, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice

frighteningly dry, just like mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I

was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it.

After calming down from the immense shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her

seductive moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother even couldn't help but imagine himself riding on

top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to bring her, now displaying her mature and alluring charm, to ecstasy

. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back any longer and secretly took my mother's panties and stockings

back to his room to masturbate.

My brother blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, he just wanted to share in my mother's

beautiful flesh. I first breathed a huge sigh of relief—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous scandal with my mother being

discovered by others—but then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman.

Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a bit like

pleading , the thought of my mother's plump, soft body being wantonly played with by other people in the future made me... even though that...

"Other people" share the same identity label as me—mother's son—but I still felt a

sense of shame and humiliation, as if my woman were serving another man.

After thinking for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If...if it doesn't work, I won't

tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become a scandalous laughingstock. And...it's not entirely your fault,

really . Mom has always doted on you since you were little, and you two have always had such a good relationship. A moment of confusion..."

His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my

gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother was the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home, and I resembled my

mother more, making me much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were always excellent, so I was always

more favored than my brother among the elders. My older brother was naturally quiet and reserved, and his academic performance wasn't great.

Fortunately, he was quite proactive; otherwise, according to our parents, they planned for him to attend vocational high school and take over

our father's job.

However, my brother and I always had a very good relationship, especially when I was little. Because I was pretty

but , I would always cry and run to my brother whenever I was bullied.

He always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into trouble together, he would always take the blame, which

earned him a lot of beatings as a child.

When I started school, he continued to be my protector. Whenever I got

good grades, he would just grin foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise and self-criticism—he

was proud of his "successful" younger brother. In front of me, he never acted like an older

brother; instead, he doted on me like our parents did.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother and brother's unforgivable

immoral affair, he still appeared fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my jumbled thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean.

How about this, I'll talk to Mom about it later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Well,

why don't you spend a couple of days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up incredulously. "You...you, you mean...?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." Only after saying that did I realize how ironic it was

—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but give a bitter smile. "Anyway

, you should leave for a while. I think Mom needs some time...um, to consider this. But I believe Mom will agree."

Seeing the hesitation on my brother's face, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed emotions—damn, this

makes it sound like I'm pimping for my mother!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution:

the best way to get someone to keep your secret—of course, not that only the dead can keep secrets, I'm not going to

kill my brother, am I?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, also my mother's

son , so the good stuff isn't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have

a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? Hehehe…

With the weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed and I immediately started having some lewd thoughts. Hehe, I'm

so evil!

Just as I was lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked me curiously, "Ah Jie, what are you thinking about? You're laughing so strangely? Wow,

you're drooling! That's really disgusting."

Me: …

*** *** *** ***

When my mother came home in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his

demands .

As expected, my mother's reactions—from panic and shock to anger, shame, and heartbreak, and finally resignation—were all

within my expectations. Knowing her temperament, she would rather die than let anyone know about our

incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became her only option. Especially when I said,

"The best way to keep someone's secret is to make that secret their secret too,"

my mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew my mother well enough that she would most likely agree, and it was the safest

solution , seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a

sense of powerlessness—my mother would no longer belong solely to me. Fortunately, the person was my own

brother.

I shook my head with a bitter smile, unsure what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with sorrow, naturally didn't want to speak either, and

an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a while, I hesitantly asked my mother, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go

buy something ?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness. Finally,

she let out long sigh, gritted her teeth as if making a major decision, and stood up, saying, "No need,

I'll cook. You...call your brother back, let's eat together. I'll go wash my face first."

With that, she turned and went into the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. About ten minutes later, the water

stopped, and when my mother came out of the bathroom, her expression was normal.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, my mother called my name, smiled weakly, and said, "Don't look so

gloomy , the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother to come home." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking,

tossing out a sentence as she turned away: "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out..."

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined

. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate's house to ask him to come home. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in

my brother's voice.

*** *** *** ***

By the time my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know whether to say that my mother had come to terms with things or had given up on herself.

I gave up. While waiting for my brother to come home, my mother made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived,

my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings like Chinese New Year, had already drunk more than a bottle. Her

cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had turned a faint pink.

I didn't dare to stop her, nor did I want to, especially since I was almost finished with my second bottle of beer. As for

the food on the table, neither my mother nor I had any appetite.

Seeing my brother hesitate at the door after opening it, my mother waved to him, "Xiao Jun, you're back.

Come on... come sit down and have a drink with Mom."

My brother hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to my mother, lowered his head, and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Come on, cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

My brother hurriedly raised his glass without even using a glass, clinked it against my mother's, and my mother

took a big gulp, then gestured for my brother to drink more. My brother didn't dare say anything. He grabbed the bottle and chugged half of it

in . He drank too fast and started coughing loudly as soon as he put the bottle down.

My mother leaned over to pat his back, and this action gave him

a clear view of her full, white breasts and deep cleavage through her shirt collar. This

made him cough even harder.

My mother quickly realized that my brother had seen her exposed breasts. She chuckled and then did

something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. A

pair of full, snow-white breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they were slightly sagging and the nipples were

a bit dark, even I, who often played with and licked those two large orbs,

was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother and went to pick up the shirt to put it on my mother. I

glanced at my brother; even his baggy athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent bulge between his legs.

My mother shoved me aside, not even glancing at me, and walked straight to my brother. She cupped

her full, snow-white breasts in her hands and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mommy's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" She then

stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the smooth, white flesh. Her manner was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. Honestly, even though I'd been having an affair with my mother for

almost four years, I'd never seen her act so wantonly. This was… so abnormal! And no matter

how much she indulged my lewd behavior, she never uttered such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't

know , only that his gaze seemed to be firmly fixed on my mother's full breasts, which were being lifted high, and his breathing was heavier than if

he had just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled seductively, knelt down in front of my brother, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.

"How about it, do you like Mommy's breasts? Your brother likes to touch them all the time, you can touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say a word. Instead,

the hand that my mother had placed on her breast began to knead her full, soft, snow-white flesh involuntarily.

It was only then that I regained some of my senses and went to pull my mother away. After all, my mother's current behavior seemed to indicate that she

had given up on herself. Otherwise, given my mother's originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a

lewd and obsequious gesture.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me,

"Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him, Mom will serve you well today.

How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. And do you know

where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert, he likes to fuck women's assholes the most,

Mom's asshole is all loose from him. Or are you different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt? Come on, come fuck

Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

My mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had

completely disappeared, and her expression was almost crazed. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and the tears that had

been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—my mother had broken down! (

An untimely interjection: those evil readers who think this is about a broken mother can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy

ending—a little spoiler before the ending, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frenzied outburst. We rushed forward, each supporting her on either side, holding her

and trying to comfort her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue shouting; she just slumped weakly

in our arms, crying her heart out.

My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her cry so sadly, our

eyes welled up with tears as well. Eventually, it became my brother and I apologizing to our mother while crying, the three of us crying

together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the curtains were drawn; the house was quite soundproof,

otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy our house was.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down a bit. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer

. Mom wants to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking.

Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns confessing our guilt and our infatuation with our mother.

She, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened up to us:

the incestuous relationship with me had always been a lingering cloud over her heart, and the fact that my brother had discovered it

and wanted to have incest with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that cloud. In truth, my mother knew

there were no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal

pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons.

Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began from the clouded sky.

However, after this outburst, the mother's heart felt like the sun had come out after the rain, and the reality before her eyes also...

Having no other choice, the final decision for my mother became finding solace and maintaining family

stability —the so-called "life is like rape, if you can't resist, just close your eyes

and enjoy it." And finally, fueled by alcohol, my mother, with a hint of shyness, confessed that since her incestuous relationship with me, the desires of her

mature body had spread like wildfire. And since my father had a lover outside

, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning

desire . Moreover, my mother had only casually draped her shirt over her shoulders, barely covering half of her full breasts,

even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose

and fell, constantly assaulting my brother and me with our gazes.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I

laughed I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it,

while gesturing for my brother to join me.

Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other

breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball with one hand, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher

hand rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing her to let out a soft moan.

I released her nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let

's go to the bedroom and onto the bed."

My mother giggled and agreed, standing up and pulling my brother towards the master bedroom. My brother followed behind her, his face flushed,

his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was eager to follow her when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your

brother and I be alone today... you know..." My mother hesitated, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me

a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could speak, she quickly turned and closed the door, locking it as well. Before she closed it, I stared in disbelief

as I saw my brother give me a sheepish yet smug smile from inside the room.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and turned away

to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, as well as the sounds of flesh

colliding .

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman making love,

a smile began to creep onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very

erotic!

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Epilogue 1

2002 "In 2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in our family: 1. In

July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I came to the provincial capital in September

to start my studies;

2. The construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So

after the military training ended in October, my brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same University Town;

3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care at first—to quit

his job in our hometown and come to the provincial capital. He took over a hotel near the University Town. My uncle asked

an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could "take care" of my brother and me while working.

*** *** *** ***

Epilogue Two

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that had swept across the country was basically under control, and our school lifted its

lockdown, preparing for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting the cheering classmates

along humming a song softly, and excitedly headed towards the hotel my mother ran—this lockdown had lasted for almost

a month, meaning I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month, the longest interval since my incestuous relationship with

my mother .

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month

to receive my brother's and my semen with her ripe, juicy vagina, tight, small anus, and alluring rosy lips,

helping us release our youthful desires—which led many of my classmates to joke that I was

a child who couldn't live without my mother. I always laughed and said it was maternal love, something you heartless, calcium-deficient, love

-starved beasts would never understand.

Thinking of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her mature and alluring body, especially her plump, long,

irresistible legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel a little thirsty. I quickly calmed myself down—

people were coming and going on the main street, and it would be incredibly embarrassing if I got an erection and someone noticed. However, my pace unconsciously

quickened.

Not long after leaving the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel sign. The door was tightly shut; it seemed the hotel wasn't

open today—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic and

business being very slow. My mother was also afraid of getting infected, so she gave all the hotel staff the day off. It would probably be a few more days before it reopened.

Heh heh, but it's even better if only my mother is here; then I can enjoy her body without worry—I

thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, unlocking the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards

my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and

a young man's lewd laughter through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was startled at first, then realized: my brother

had beaten me to it.

I grinned mischievously, and without opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately yelling in a gruff voice,

"Police checkpoint! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside vanished instantly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "

Second brother , are you trying to scare me to death?! Don't you get tired of this trick every time…"

He barely managed to utter the word "annoying" before a loud "smack!" echoed, "How many times have I told you, don't…"

"Swearing!" After scolding my brother, my mother told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before she finished speaking, I had already pushed open the door and gone in, pretending to cover my eyes with my hand. "

Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said,

you can't swear anymore. Don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so inelegant! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother

immediately burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

I was speaking to my brother, but my eyes kept darting over my mother: her

long, chestnut-red hair cascaded down her snow-white, bare back; because she was turning her body,

half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed down, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump,

ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric taut over her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle;

her two plump, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark legs, making the skin exposed from the crotch of her pantyhose appear

exceptionally white and delicate; her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in the coffee-colored pantyhose, their curves

soft and alluring...

I felt a heat and swelling in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting and joking. I hurriedly stripped

myself naked, and with my monstrous, furious purple glans erect, I straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs.

Originally, my brother and mother were in a woman-on-top position, but when I pressed down on them, my mother's buttocks sank down,

swallowing another part of my brother's thick, long penis. Both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "You're welcome!" Taking a break from my busy schedule, I gave my brother a high five, which amused

and annoyed my mother.

But before she could speak, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, my glans

pressing against her soft, shiny anus, which was already glistening with bodily fluids. With a slight push, accompanied by my mother's

suppressed moan, my thick, dark penis disappeared between my mother's plump, silky buttocks, and then began to thrust in and out of her tight

, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely

moving. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tightness from having his young, thick penis

inserted into allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while

leisurely reaching out to fondle her swaying, full breasts.

I rode inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was too tired to bear it any longer, and suggested

we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up, grabbed my mother's two beautiful legs in stockings, and lifted her up

like . Although I had suddenly grown taller in the last two years and wasn't much shorter than my brother, in terms of

strength, I could only feel envy and resentment towards my basketball-professional brother.

After my brother picked up our mother, he adjusted her position a few more

times

. With our mother's cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered our mother's anus. Our mother's legs were spread apart by my brother, presenting her wet, exposed vulva in this shameful posture. Her thick labia were slightly parted, revealing the tender,

red flesh inside, glistening with spring water.

Our mother gently bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect

penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and easily inserted my entire penis

into our mother's slippery vulva. I reached out to help lift our mother's plump, long thighs, and my brother and I began

thrusting back and forth between our mother's two orifices…

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded our mother's mature, voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the pent-up

energy accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my

brother and I ejaculated all over my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, equally obsessed with my mother's

stockinged made her change several pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each soaked in semen

. Her vagina and anus were red and swollen…

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I leaned over and kissed her. "Mom, I

love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother chimed in.

"Good son, Mom loves… loves you both!" She kissed each of us on the forehead and

smiled gently.

Yes, my mother loved us very much, even though this love exceeded the bounds of social morality.

Perhaps years ago, when my mother tacitly allowed me to rub against her legs and ejaculate, this love began to spiral out of control

. But—I loved this feeling of being out of control!

[The End]

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