[Mother and Child] (19 - Mother 5)

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(19--Mother 5)

"Mom, lie down. Let me serve you first. Once you've recovered more strength, you can take the lead. I hope

to give you a more passionate and enjoyable experience today." My son placed his hands on the back of my knees, spreading his legs in an M shape

and pressing them against my upper body. I understood and spread my legs wide, trying my best to expose my itchy private parts. I also

pulled in my stomach and raised my buttocks high. My son leaned forward, and my large, plump buttocks rested against his chest and neck. The

deep groove between my buttocks pressed against his neck and chin. I felt a

throbbing sensation from my son's hot breath coming from so close to my sensitive and tender groin and private parts.

I looked up at my crotch—watching my beloved little man,

my own precious son, without any hesitation, his face full of satisfaction and excitement,

licking and sucking the place in my crotch that I used for excretion and intercourse. My glistening vulva secreted milky white, viscous fluid, which kept flowing into my son's

mouth , swallowing it and smearing it all over his face pressed against my crotch. My vulva and the secreted fluid emitted

waves of its unique, strong, lewd smell, mixed with the fishy, pungent body odor of a mature woman like me, the smell of urine and a faint odor of feces from an unwashed genital

, and my natural body fragrance. These combined to create a

strange, intense aroma that aroused both my son and me, emanating from the point where our crotches and faces were pressed tightly together,

slowly spreading throughout the room. This lewd visual impact, accompanied by the strong scent of lust, excited and

stimulated me.

My son knows I especially enjoy watching him perform oral sex on my genitals, so he instinctively placed two pillows under my neck

to prevent it from getting sore from hunching over for too long. After so many years of sex with me, he's become

increasingly attentive and understanding of these little details. It's so wonderful to have a considerate and understanding sexual partner; he truly

is my own flesh and blood. Mother and son are naturally connected.

My son turned his head to look at the coffee table next to us, reaching out a hand to browse through the sex toys. He finally picked out an

anal plug he'd never used before—one I'd bought and only secretly used myself. It's my

favorite little tool for anal masturbation when my son isn't around, and it seems the little guy already knows this.

My son turned back to look directly into my eyes. Under my gaze, he slowly brought the anal plug to his nose and

inhaled deeply. Although I always cleaned it carefully after each use, after so long, there was always a faint, indescribable stench of filth on it,

no matter how much I cleaned. But my son

was inhaling it with a look of ecstasy, as if he wanted to inhale every last bit of that stench. I felt so sweet inside.

My good son, my lover! I reached out and stroked my son's shoulders between my spread legs. My dear little

partner , Mommy will be your lover for life. From now on, I will open my heart to you without reservation to explore, pursue, and

enjoy the unparalleled pleasure between us.

My son sniffed the anal plug and asked, "Mommy, do you like it warm when it's inserted?"

My feelings were strange. Knowing my daughter was at the door, I desperately craved this kind of voyeuristic indulgence, yet felt incredibly

shy. However, once I became intimate with my son, my darker desires took over. I forgot everything and unconsciously

only wanted to enjoy the thrill of being watched. There was a call of shame and resistance within me, but I was driven even more by the pursuit of

psychological and physical stimulation. I nodded shyly with a soft moan. My son immediately took the

part of the anal plug inserted into his anus into his mouth and began to lick it intently. After a while, the anal plug was warmed thoroughly by his mouth, covered in

saliva that served as lubrication. Under my dazed gaze, my son, with the anal plug handle in his mouth, leaned his head

towards my genitals.

Oh! Our passion was about to reignite. I completely abandoned my shyness with my daughter right beside me, and wantonly

spread my legs wide, rolling them towards my chest. I pressed down with one hand to separate the thick, towering pubic hair on my mons pubis, and tried my best to lift my head, pull in my stomach, and

stick out my buttocks to look at my son's little head that was gradually approaching between my legs. I tried my best to see more of

the mature woman's private parts, which were full of lustful beauty, and the lovemaking and intercourse between my lover's son's tender face and mouth. Oh! I felt

the warm,

. It was the anal plug in my son's mouth. I groaned and enjoyed the full and pleasurable feeling of my anus being penetrated.

As my son's face drew closer to my genitals, the anal plug gradually went deeper. My other hand rested on his

head, and as the anus became increasingly full, my palm began to rub his face,

the back of his head, and his hair more quickly and forcefully. Finally, beyond the view obscured by my protruding, full lower abdomen and mons pubis, a warm and

hard object pressed against my taut perineum. A ring of soft, warm flesh pressed tightly against the area around his anus. The overwhelming

pleasure made me involuntarily press my son's head down forcefully, and my hips thrust upwards. My

groin, exposed by my wide-open legs, and my woman's private parts, usually hidden within, once again

intimately touched my son's face. I looked down at my son

, his face half-hidden between my legs by my protruding belly, his plump lower body, and towering pubic hair . My erect clitoris was pressed against his forehead, and my thick, wide labia minora were pressed against his closed eyelids and cheeks, leaving clumps of semi-thick, lustful fluid reflecting the light on his tender face. The tip of my son's nose was pressed against my perineum, exhaling hot breaths that washed and soothed the delicate skin of my groin and anus, making me tremble with each breath. The soft, warm flesh around my anus was probably the tender lips holding the anal plug. My groin and labia minora were pressed against my son's face, my vulva and anus pressed against his lips, and the feeling of my son's mouth holding the inserted anal plug inside my anus was wonderful—a hundred times more stimulating than masturbating with an anal plug myself. "Mmm...so good, my darling...it's a pity Mommy can't see your little mouth kissing Mommy's vulva, your little tongue licking Mommy's anus, I can't clearly see your penis thrusting in and out of Mommy's vagina, it's such a shame , there are no close-ups or extreme close-ups in the recorded footage, Mommy really wants to see you kissing , to see your little tongue licking and thrusting in and out of my vaginal opening and anus, to see your little tongue and penis clamped between my vaginal opening and anal opening, to see the tender flesh of Mommy's vagina and anus flipping in and out as they thrust in and out, it's such a shame...oh...so good! Lick faster...oh..."

Because my son is not fully developed yet, since we started having a real sexual relationship,

when my little darling has sex with me, in order to satisfy my sexual desires as a middle-aged woman who is

now in her prime and to provide me with the thrill of lovemaking, he used to use his hands, mouth, penis, and sex toys most of the time when we had sex. He especially liked and was obsessed with the one we both loved

and were obsessed with - he would give me oral sex with his mouth and tongue, and he also came to like it when he used his mouth to suck on a dildo to fuck my

vagina.

The feeling of my little darling sucking on a dildo while I'm having sex is also very comfortable. It has the psychological pleasure of

a middle-aged woman having oral sex on her—the pleasure a man, lover,

little boy, or even her own son has to give her oral sex on her

genitals, which she uses for intercourse, to excrete dirty urine and feces, and the psychological pleasure of being served by his tongue—it's a pleasure she feels from the bottom of her heart. It also has the physiological stimulation of my vagina being filled, stretched, and penetrated. Although it's not as comfortable and stimulating as real oral sex or penile penetration,

it has some of the advantages of both, which is a unique kind of enjoyment. It seems my son wants to

use . Oh! My dear darling! My dear lover!

Of course, most of the time when we make love, I take the initiative. My son and I both like

me to be in control during sex. Whether my darling is lying down, squatting, or kneeling, I usually straddle his tender little face,

rubbing, squeezing, and pressing my vulva and buttocks against his lips, tongue, face, and nose, or using my vagina to grip and thrust his real penis between his legs.

Hehe! Actually, this should be me fucking my little darling. Although it's a mother hen crowing at dawn,

the feeling of riding on my son's little colt is exhilarating for both of us.

My son often tells me about the feeling of being ridden by me, of being controlled during sex. This feeling of being ridden and

controlled by a sexual partner, by an older woman, by his beloved mother, makes him feel more excited and

satisfied It allows him to better express his love for me and feel my love for him even more. Every time I ride on his back, directing him through

foreplay and intercourse, the look of pleasure on my face as I enjoy his service makes him even more passionate and last longer.

Sometimes, reflecting on myself, I realize I'm a very contradictory person. Sometimes I even feel like I have a split personality. In

public, I'm absolutely, from the bottom of my heart, genuinely and consistently a dignified, intellectual, shy, and slightly

introverted good teacher and good cadre; a virtuous, gentle, graceful, and traditional good mother and good wife.

But once I'm alone with my beloved son, I become a completely different person. I let my inner dark

desires . In this state, I become an extremely unrestrained, wild, and

shameless lewd woman, pursuing physical and psychological sexual stimulation and pleasure almost without any psychological bottom line

.

When I'm with my son, it's as if a demon is controlling me, making me

indulge myself without any psychological pressure or restraint to cross the line of social morality. The only thing I care about is my son's feelings.

When I'm with my son, I always feel an extreme need and craving for this unrestrained sexual stimulation and pleasure to my senses, mind, and body

, but this must be something my son also accepts and likes. I can't let my precious little darling suffer the slightest grievance.

My son and I are so compatible, always allowing my wanton and lewd thoughts to be realized.

As a middle-aged woman who is already at the age of lustful desire, suppressing my mind and body with a mask in public, and whose body is no longer youthful,

I have . Whenever we are alone,

I can command this boy to make love with me unrestrainedly and freely, fully

releasing the strong desires and passion in my body, and enjoying

the nourishment of sex and love without being disturbed by my mind, body, or family.

I'm like a skilled horse trainer, nurturing my little boy, this strong

foal with boundless potential. Watching him grow and mature day by day under my guidance and training,

galloping towards the perfect state that will bring me even stronger sexual stimulation and more romantic, blissful love, I effortlessly

control him to satisfy my burgeoning libido and thirst for love. Having such an

energetic, understanding, and perfectly compatible sexual partner—who is also the only

man I love most deeply—is something no one can doubt. He gives me the most exhilarating sex, the most passionate and blissful love, and now I

no longer worry about affecting the harmony of our little family. What reason could I possibly have not to be satisfied and happy?

In the only sex with my son, my lover, who allows me to completely open my heart, I can perfectly enjoy the incestuous and stimulating sex that I deeply

love a mature woman having sex with a young boy, a woman having sex with a man, a mother having sex with her son

. The pleasure of controlling and conquering men, my lover, my son, and my beloved man,

the satisfaction of completely conquering my man under my crotch and riding him at will, is so beautiful.

Imagine this—a middle-aged woman, her youth fading, captivates a boy, her own son,

who is significantly older than her, to the point of utter infatuation. He becomes completely subservient to her, willingly breaking the powerful shackles of societal taboos,

deeply loving and clinging to her. He is utterly intoxicated by her aging vulva,

now , her breasts soft and slightly sagging, her body no longer slender with a protruding belly, and even

the foul odor of her urine and feces that most people find unbearable. Everything revolves around this middle-aged woman, and

he willingly serves and satisfies her, even going so far as to consciously change and accept things he once avoided

. This feeling makes me tremble with excitement every time I think about it.

Looking back now, I realize that my incestuous relationship with my son was actually what I truly longed for. It allowed

me to fully indulge my inner darkness. Sadomasochistic, paternalistic, child-loving, and incestuous desires have likely always been

deeply buried within me, unleashing their powerful influence whenever the opportunity arose. That's why I unconsciously and actively

seduced, tempted, and "trained" my son, ultimately leading us to this point.

My son, through my intentional or unintentional

guidance and cultivation, has become this way—a mother-son-loving, sadistic figure who also enjoys being lightly abused. Yet, our love is so harmonious, our sex life so perfect. This relationship has even gained my

daughter's approval and support. This dark and lewd part of me can now more recklessly enjoy the thrill of incest, the thrill of being known and watched—especially by family, by my own daughter—openly engaging in incestuous sex with my son in front of a third party, in front of my own daughter. This exposed, lewd thrill excites me to the point of madness.

My body trembled.

My hand, which had been pressing down on my son's head, slid to the side of his head, and I stroked his face, which

was exposed , with a trembling, hoarse voice. "My darling! My sweet little darling! Hurry up and insert it,

insert it into Mommy's anus, like you're using Mommy's vagina, thrust the anal plug in and out, use your little mouth and tongue to lick

the tender flesh that's turned inside out when Mommy's anus is being thrust in and out… Oh, so good… And your fingers, quickly dig into

Mommy's pussy, dig inside Mommy's pussy, and rub Mommy's clitoris, faster… Oh, faster! Ah… So

good , it feels so much better when you're doing Mommy's anus than when Mommy does it herself, Mommy's heart is trembling with pleasure right now

… Oh…"

Hearing my words, my son's head bobbed even more excitedly, the anal plug moving incessantly inside my anus.

He thrust and out, his hands and fingers working together, kneading my clitoris, probing my vagina, caressing my buttocks and

the tender flesh around my anus. Occasionally, after the anal plug was fully inserted, he would release his mouth, switch hands to hold the plug, and use his tongue

to lick the tender flesh protruding from my anus, chew on my engorged labia minora, kiss my open vaginal opening, and suck on

my erect clitoris. Sometimes he would simply pull out the anal plug and insert his middle finger directly into my anus,

thrusting and probing between the anal valves and rectal column. He would also occasionally lift his head, letting me watch him deeply smell the anal plug or his finger—

which , and then put it in his mouth and lick it with relish…

Oh… I groaned deeply; the pleasure of masturbation couldn't compare to the feeling of being served by my son!

"My little darling! My sweetheart! My precious son! Your father has never let me taste your vulva, and he

even complained that it was too hairy and smelly, let alone drink my urine or lick my anus. I'm so touched. For the rest of my life, I'm going to use

my cunt and stinky asshole to fuck your little mouth, little nose, little tongue, and little penis in my cunt water and urine until I've had

my fill of fucking and playing with them. My little darling, I'm going to make up for all the debt you owe me for the first half of my life. My little cunt and stinky

anus will truly enjoy endless happiness for the rest of my life!" Completely dominated by dark desires, I forgot that my daughter

was peeping, forgot my shame, and used my slightly hoarse, seductive voice to constantly stimulate our lust and

vent our infinite desires and fantasies. Every time I made love with my son, I heard him call me "Mom" and I heard myself

calling him "son" again and again, emphasizing our incestuous relationship. Our desires always rose infinitely.

"Mommy! Oh! My dearest mommy wife!" My son turned his face to the side, rubbing his cheek against my engorged labia

majora and minora, and erect clitoris, his face flushed with excitement as he murmured and rambled in response to my lewd words.

"Mommy, don't you like it when you take the initiative during sex? Hurry up and get your strength back so you can fuck your son. Use your beautiful,

fragrant vagina and anus to fuck and play with your son's mouth, tongue, nose, and penis! Mommy, don't you

find feeding me urine and making me lick your anus pleasurable and stimulating? I've opened my heart to that. Today is

a new beginning for us. From now on, Mommy, open your heart and feed me your urine and let me lick your anus. Do

whatever is pleasurable and stimulating. You must say it out loud. Don't keep your thoughts bottled up inside anymore.

I'm willing to cooperate with whatever Mommy wants. I like it when Mommy opens her heart and body." "Enjoy my body, enjoy my service.

Every time I feel that Mom is comfortable being served by me, I feel so happy and satisfied. Drinking Mom's urine and licking

Mom's anus, I never thought it would be so comfortable and stimulating. I love this feeling. Mom, open your heart and

make love with me. I'm willing to do whatever you want. I'm even willing to eat Mom's poop like in those movies,

as long as Mom feels stimulated and comfortable..."

Hearing my son's sweet words, I felt happy. Although my little darling was talking

nonsense , the love and attachment he expressed were so thick and real. I looked at my son

's little face between my legs with seductive eyes, and I couldn't help but reach between my legs to gently press my son's little head against my vulva and

gently used my slightly hoarse, but magnetic and seductive voice, which had been moaning and groaning for a long time, to tease

and provoke my son.

"Silly boy! Mommy doesn't want you to eat my poop. Mommy just wants my

good little husband to hold me while I poop, wipe my bottom, and then use

his kiss and lick my smelly, dirty little anus clean and sweet. He'll comfort my anus

, which is upset because of poop, and kiss it so that my good little anus knows that even if it's

dirty good husband won't dislike it." I held my son's head with both hands, letting his eyes

peek out from my pubic hair and look into my eyes.

"And also, from now on, whenever you're home or we're together, Mommy won't wash her bottom every day

.

It'll be your duty, my little mouth and tongue, to clean the smegma on Mommy's vulva, help her pee, catch her pee, and wipe away the pee every day! My little darling, are you willing to use your mouth and tongue to wash Mommy's bottom, catch her pee, and wipe

her anus ? Are you willing to serve Mommy like this?" I gently moved my hips, letting my erect clitoral head poke against my son's

nose, and occasionally squeezed it into his little nostrils to tease him. The little guy has always liked me to tease him with these particularly lewd little actions

, and at times like this, he's willing to do anything for me.

"Yes, Mom, I'm willing. I want to lick your bottom for the rest of my life. From now

on , I'll use my mouth and tongue to wash your bottom for the rest of my life, and drink your urine for the rest of my life. Please

, Mom, let me wipe your bottom with my mouth and tongue after you defecate. Only my mouth and tongue are worthy to serve your noble vulva and anus.

Mom , do you know? I also feel that only by drinking your urine and licking your anus after you've defecated can

I express my unreserved love for you. When you urinated on me just now, the way we looked and the smell of your urine made me feel

so excited and happy. Even what you excrete is so beautiful, and the act of excretion is so charming.

The smell of your urine and the scent of your vulva aroused me. When I gave you anal sex, smelling

the faint scent of feces at your anus and the bitter taste of feces on my tongue, the inner

stimulation and impulse made my penis so hard. I really want my sister to know this feeling of inner enjoyment..."

Oh! Great, my daughter must have heard what my son said. I reckon from today onwards,

I can openly urinate on my son in front of my daughter and let him lick my anus. Imagine, a middle-aged woman...

Under her daughter's gaze, the woman would squat, stand, or

rub her hairy vulva and wide, plump buttocks against her young son's face and head in any place and at any time in the house, enjoying his oral sex. She would urinate

wantonly tender

face, head, and body, and rush into his mouth. The young son, under his daughter's gaze, would tilt his head back in ecstasy,

welcoming the hot urine washing over his face, head, and body, opening his mouth to receive the stream of urine from his mother's genitals nearby

, swallowing large mouthfuls of the urine that his mother had directly fed him.

Or perhaps, under my daughter's watchful gaze, my tall, voluptuous self is being held by my son as he helps me

defecate, then he wipes my bottom, willingly licking and kissing my anus, urethra, and groin after I've finished urinating and defecating.

Without any disgust, he gently licks away the feces and urine with his soft lips and

tongue cleaning the remaining feces from my anus, and soothing

my anus, urethra, and groin with gentle kisses and licks. Add to that our

unrestrained pursuit of exciting sexual encounters, oh! Just imagining this lewd and stimulating scene, this second half of my life is

truly thrilling!

My son excitedly whispered sweet nothings, his high, straight nose meeting my throbbing clitoris. He gently

rubbed the tip of his nose against my swollen clitoral foreskin, his rapid,

hot breath washing over my mons pubis, making the thick, towering pubic hair sway. Through the pubic hair, his eyes were dreamy yet affectionate, sometimes gazing longingly at my vulva so close to his, sometimes peering longingly into my eyes

through the swaying pubic hair . Oh! My little lover is craving me to fuck him, craving me to use my hairy, mature cunt that he adores to enjoy his little mouth, his little nose, and his tender, long penis. Perfect timing, after resting for so long, his strength has mostly recovered. Let's continue enjoying this lewd time. Today, after enjoying so much oral service , I finally had a real fuck with my darling. Come on, Mommy's going to fuck you, let Mommy enjoy my little darling's penis . "My little fool! You little rascal...you're making Mommy's cunt so itchy, Mommy's darling husband... Mommy wants to fuck you! Quick, let Mommy's fat cunt fuck you! Oh...fuck my little husband! Mommy wants to fuck my little lover son..." I patted my son's head buried in my crotch, and he looked up, sucking on my penis while thrusting. I pulled out the anal plug, turned it over, and carefully licked the end that was inserted into my anus. Then I put it on the coffee table next to me, held one of my feet in my hands, and started licking my toes and toes with my mouth. I sat up, and my son kept licking my toes and moving around. At my signal, he lay down on the air mattress next to the sofa with his feet facing the door. I moved my body to cooperate and switched feet for my son to lick. I put my other foot between my son's legs and played with . I occasionally flicked his scrotum and scratched his anus with my big toe. After my son had licked every toe and toe, I pulled my legs out and stood astride my son's head, then bent over with my plump buttocks facing my son's upturned face and slowly squatted down. Looking down at my son's eyes, which were fixed longingly on my crotch, I groaned and cried out, "Yunyun! Yunyun! My good daughter, come and see, come and see Mommy fucking her darling little lover, watch Mommy fucking her precious son, watch how Mommy and your brother fuck, watch how comfortable Mommy and your brother are fucking, Mommy wants you to see how happy and comfortable Mommy and your brother are fucking, Mommy wants you to see me and your brother fucking... Oh ... Mommy wants you to see your brother's penis inside Mommy's vagina, wants you to see your brother ejaculating inside Mommy's vagina... Oh... wants you to see your brother's semen inside Mommy's vagina and Mommy's vaginal fluid overflowing and flowing freely from the vaginal opening ..." I inwardly condemned myself with a mixture of shyness and remorse. Despite her own lewdness, she kept moaning and groaning loudly and incessantly . Without hesitation, her hands reached between her legs. One hand pressed her pubic hair to separate her drooping, plump labia , while her middle finger curled and rubbed her erect clitoris with its pad. The other hand's fingers were inserted into her vagina, probing and digging. Her vaginal fluid dripped from her palm onto her son's face and mouth. Then she put her fluid-covered fingers into her son's mouth for him to lick. She stuck out her plump buttocks and slowly slid her vulva down her son's face, mouth, neck, chest, and abdomen, letting her hot, engorged , and fluid-drenched labia minora, vaginal vestibule, erect clitoris, and taut perineum rub and caress against her son's warm skin, smearing a trail of glistening fluid, and sliding step by step towards her son's erect penis. I glanced at the mirror on the wall, where my reflection showed me straddling my son. My daughter's body was fully exposed by the doorway; one hand was moving between her legs, while the other covered her mouth, staring intently at the point where my son and I were joined. A voice inside me encouraged me—"Give it your all, let's enjoy this stimulating and decadent feast together !" Involuntarily, I lifted my hips again, straddling my son's penis. My labia minora covered his penis, and I rubbed my vaginal canal back and forth against it. "Oh...so good, my little darling, does Mommy's vulva feel good rubbing against your penis? Do you want your sister to watch us fuck? Mommy really wants your sister to watch us fuck, Mommy really wants your sister to know how happy and comfortable we feel when we fuck, to share our joy. And fucking in front of your sister would definitely be even more exciting, Mommy really wants that..." "Hmm... I'm willing, as long as Mom likes it, as long as Mom feels stimulated and comfortable, I'm willing to do anything, as long as Mom wants it, I'm willing to drink urine, lick anus, and eat feces in front of my sister, I want my sister to know how much I love Mom, licking Mom's anus and drinking urine are all things I do willingly..." Enjoying the physical pleasure of rubbing my penis, enjoying the psychological stimulation of our lewd words, enjoying the stimulating smell of my body odor, my groin odor, vaginal fluid, sweat and urine that filled the room, when I glanced in the mirror again, I found that my daughter had entered the room, kneeling not far behind us at my son's feet, craning her neck and staring intently at the spot where my buttocks and my son's penis were pressed together. At such close range, the scenery inside my parted buttocks must have been seen without missing a single detail, my anus, perineum... everything was in my daughter's eyes. This was probably only the second person besides my son to have seen this since I became an adult, this was a place that even their father had never seen so clearly.

Fang, this feeling of shyness made my whole body flush red. Stimulated by the gaze, my anus clenched sharply, but my body

uncontrollably arched my back and raised my plump buttocks, allowing my daughter to see more clearly the allure of my groin.

I then shyly peeked at my daughter—one hand was kneading her breasts, which were no smaller than mine, while the other hand was inside her semi-transparent flesh-colored

thong moving between her thighs and vulva, watching her masturbate with abandon.

Wait, flesh-colored thong? When did my daughter get such sexy underwear? And why can I see it now? Looking closer

, I saw it—the little slut! She was completely different from what she was wearing at dinner. She was wearing a short, strappy nightgown, which was now

slightly pulled up, revealing her plump buttocks. I knew that with our family's upbringing, my daughter was quite mature and

didn't have a boyfriend, so she probably hadn't tasted the forbidden fruit yet. But this definitely wasn't the first time she had experienced the pleasure of masturbation. I hoped she wouldn't break

her hymen . However, it seemed my daughter didn't object to us having sex in front of her, and even seemed to enjoy it.

Although a deep sense of shame, I couldn't resist the temptation of my dark desires, and I couldn't help but think—should we take

it a step further?

Before my mind had even finished pondering, my body instinctively made a reaction that surprised even myself. I sat up

straight , slightly turned to the side, and glanced at the mirrored wall next to me, pretending to have just noticed. Suddenly, I half-turned to look at my daughter, raised

my hand to cover my mouth, and exclaimed, "Yunyun? You... how did you get here? When did you get here?" My acting skills were truly on par with any

superstar, directly breaking down the thin veil between us.

My daughter was startled by my actions and exclamation, snapping back to her senses. She looked up abruptly, her hand quickly

pulling out of her thong, her face flushed as she stared at me stammeringly. My son was also startled, propping himself up and looking at his

sister .

I looked at my daughter, her face flushed with shyness, but inwardly I was secretly amused by this new development. My body, as if

out of control continued its performance. "I'm sorry, Yunyun, is it because Mommy and your brother are too loud? Are we disturbing you

? I'm sorry. Shall we go to the bedroom or close the door? Or maybe Mommy won't make love with your brother today,

okay ?"

My daughter hesitated for a while before stammering, "No need, Mommy. Didn't I say you don't need to worry about me

? You and your brother don't get to see each other much these days, so just make love if you want. I just heard the noise and came to check, come

and check . Don't mind, you two continue!"

My face was full of embarrassment as I instinctively said, "I... I think we shouldn't.

I'm embarrassed , it's so shameful." But inside, a contradictory voice cried out with intense longing—Come on!

Come on! I want it! "I want..."

Yunyun was a little anxious and hurriedly explained, "Didn't Mom just say she wanted me to watch you two make love? She said

she wanted me to share your happiness and joy, and that making love in front of me would be more exciting! Mom, just let me stay here.

Don't you feel like you can't see a clear close-up of your brother giving you oral sex and making love to you? I'll take pictures of you.

Mom you know my photography skills are top-notch. I'll take great pictures of you, so that clear

images and close-ups of your brother serving you are recorded, so you won't have any regrets. Isn't today your anniversary? That's exactly what you need

. I'll take pictures of you, and from now on, let me take your pictures!"

Hehe! Little girl, so thoughtful! —Another conflicting voice inside me was praising, while my face

showed a conflicted and embarrassed expression. "Mom was just expressing my gratitude for your tolerance in the heat of the moment. It was just

something I said in private. It's nice that you came to take photos for us, but having me make love to my brother in front of you,

doing these things between men and women in front of my own daughter, and having you take pictures of my private parts, as well as close-ups and details of my private parts and my brother's intercourse,

this suggestion is nice, but Mom feels so ashamed! Let's not do it!" While saying these words, I was

sitting naked in front of my daughter, steadily using my vulva to sit on my son's penis, swaying my buttocks with barely perceptible movements,

rubbing my son's penis.

My daughter, oblivious to my unease, hurriedly protested again, "Mom, if you avoid me, I feel like

an outsider at home. I want to share your happiness. I love Mom and my brother so much. My brother loves you so much that he's willing to drink your

urine, lick your anus, and eat your poop. I... I'm willing to do anything for you, Mom. I want

to do something . I can take pictures for you so you won't have any regrets, and I can share in your happiness and not feel lonely anymore.

It's a win-win situation! Please, Mom, let me stay here!"

My son was also tugging at my arm, pleading with me. What a cute and thoughtful little rascal! Without

hesitation, I instantly let go of my last bit of doubt, feeling a sense of relief,

while an overwhelming desire, accompanied by a rapid pounding of my heart, stirred within me.

Although my face was flushed with embarrassment, and my expression showed hesitation and determination, the throbbing

heat betrayed my truest instincts and inner desires. "Alright then, thank you! Yunyun, thank you for tolerating

the absurd things your mother has done, thank you for forgiving your lack of care over the years. To repay your

love, I will try my best to overcome this, so that our family can live together without any worries. Just don't laugh at

your brother and me for doing such absurd things... Sometimes when we get passionate, we do really absurd things, and I'm afraid you

won't be able to accept it."

My daughter immediately confessed, "Mom, don't be shy. I should be thanking you. In my eyes, you and your brother are

actually a couple. How can a couple make love with someone else on the sidelines? It's just that I couldn't bear

the loneliness of being excluded at home, so I stayed here. Besides, you and your brother..." "Brother, you can do whatever you like during sex, as long as you

both enjoy it and are willing. What I said this afternoon when I caught Mom and brother doing this was just because I

didn't understand the situation then. Brother willingly serves Mom in these ways, and Mom is still as good as ever, not

worse as I thought. No matter how outrageous what you do, as long as you both enjoy it and feel comfortable, that's enjoyment.

Everyone 's identity and perspective are different, so feelings will be different. You are a deeply loving couple, you know. Brother just said

he especially enjoys giving Mom oral sex, drinking her urine, licking her anus, and even wants to wipe her anus with his mouth and tongue after she defecates!

Mom also said she wants brother to serve her like that. It's so comfortable and exciting for you both, so why worry about anything

?"

My daughter suddenly blushed, looking deeply into my eyes, occasionally glancing at my son shyly, and said, "Actually…

actually, I think I can accept this kind of thing. If my lover were willing to do this for me, I would feel so

touched , I think I would feel incredibly comfortable and satisfied. And I would also be willing to do this for my lover, as long as there is love..."

"People like it, and I think even the most absurd things between people who deeply love each other are a kind of enjoyment!"

Something about the little girl seems off; could she be...? She should find a time to have a serious talk with her daughter. However

, her vulva, pressed against her son's penis, was unbearably itchy, overflowing with lustful fluids. That conflicting voice inside her surged forth with overwhelming

force—for now, she should enjoy having sex with her son openly under her daughter's gaze and photographs; what a rare

thrill! She looked forward to this kind of unrestrained, wild sexual debauchery, openly declared, under her daughter's scrutinizing gaze

! My body surrendered uncontrollably to this inner scream—my juices started flowing freely…

I slowed down the movements I used to perform quickly when having sex with my son, slowly adjusting my position from a squatting

to a kneeling one. Then I looked down at my crotch, one hand reaching down to hold my son’s

erect penis that filled me with pleasure, the other hand supporting me beside him as I slowly bent down, arching my back and sticking out my buttocks, so that my

daughter could see my private parts in the groin area in full detail. I stopped in this position, then turned my head

to look at my daughter through the mirror.

My daughter was already kneeling on the ground, craning her neck to get close to my high, parted, plump buttocks. Her

face was almost touching my buttocks, her eyes fixed on the allure of my groin. Just like my son,

she was breathing deeply into the rich scent emanating from me through her nostrils, making my anus involuntarily contract repeatedly.

Could it be that my daughter...?

I remained still and motionless. After a while, my daughter seemed to snap out of her daze, suddenly stood up, ran

to the side, picked up the small video camera, and quickly returned to kneel behind me, holding the camera up to my

buttocks and adjusting it. "Mom, you can start now, I'm starting to film."

My son suddenly spoke up beneath me, "Sis, take more close-ups, really close-ups, especially

of places Mom can't see. Mom loves seeing her beautiful, delicate parts being served by me, like her

urine coming out of her urethra, then shooting into my mouth, my tongue inside her anus, my penis going in and

out of her vagina—take lots of those shots. Mom rarely sees these things before, and even when she does, they're

not very clear. I think these close-ups will be very exciting for her, and they'll be the most beautiful memories.

I want Mom to have the most beautiful anniversary, so please do this!"

What a wonderful man! My son's sweet words touched me deeply. With a blush of shyness, I

looked tenderly at his face, half-hidden beneath my large, drooping breasts, gently swaying my upper body so that my breasts rubbed against his face, occasionally

letting him suck on my engorged nipples. How can I ever repay you! My good son, my little

lover , my dear husband!

Holding my son's beloved penis, I gently adjusted its position to meet my slowly lowering, plump buttocks,

allowing my already wet vulva to touch his glans. Then, with the hand holding that firm member, I gently

rocked it, swaying my hips in rhythm, letting my beloved—long, hot, and exceptionally hard

shaft—sweep and rub against my fleshy, sensitive vulva with the edges of its large, egg-sized glans, which I had peeled back its tender foreskin.

The intense pleasure from the contact between my son's genitals and my vulva was tingling, itchy, and numbing,

shooting from my vulva up my spine to my brain. Although I had had sex with my son countless times, every time my genitals

touched his skin again, it still brought me boundless pleasure, so intense, so captivating.

Sexual intercourse is truly the eternal and supreme enjoyment between men and women, the deepest,

ultimate , and most direct expression of love

between women and men, females and males. I suddenly recalled a vulgar saying—love is born from sex! Isn't that right? That's how I've made my son love me so much, so attached to me, and the satisfaction and

thrill I get from having sex with him makes me love him even more. Although our relationship is that of mother and son by blood, the pleasure of this sexual intercourse is not

diminished by this relationship, but rather intensified. This is the most primal expression of maintaining a mutual love between us, and

because we are mother and son having sex—this stimulation that violates and breaks through the norms of social ethics—allows both my son and me to enjoy the ultimate pleasure

every time we have sex. This pleasure makes us infinitely addicted and unable to extricate ourselves, making us even more deeply

attached to and intoxicated by each other.

But why should I extricate myself? How happy a woman would be if she could truly love a man in her life and be deeply

loved , and if these two deeply in love people also have a perfect sex life. I now

possess a happiness rarely found among women. Having squandered my precious youth, I have finally obtained this

hard-won happiness in my middle age. No matter how much of an age gap there is between us, no matter that he is my own son,

what reason do I have to refuse this sexual fulfillment and the happiness of love? In this short life, in these few remaining years, I want to

fully enjoy and take from my son, to make up for the years I wasted by his father, and to repay my son with this

extremely stimulating and enjoyable sexual intercourse, to repay his love, to repay his

first love and virginity that he should have lost to a young girl but was ultimately taken away by me, his middle-aged mother, and to let him enjoy the sexual pleasure that he could never get from a naive

young girl.

Holding my son's erect and intoxicating member, I positioned the head of his penis against the already taut and rounded entrance of my vagina.

With a gentle thrust of my hips, a loud and erotic "plop" sound rang out as my fluids and gas were expelled. My

wet and taut vagina swallowed my son's pink and rounded glans. The warm, hard penis stretched open my vaginal opening, filling

it with a warm, throbbing, and tingling sensation. This caused my vaginal walls to contract violently, and my son and I

both let out a heart-pounding moan, "Oh...my son!" "Oh... good mommy!"

I gently swayed my hips, letting my little lover's hard penis and glans rub against the walls of my vagina, allowing the vaginal walls

to enjoy the alluring thrusting and friction.

My fingers, guiding my son's penis, gently lifted it, and he understood, beginning to thrust his firm little buttocks, allowing his penis to slowly and firmly penetrate

deeper into my vagina. With each sway of my hips, every inch of the vaginal walls, yearning for pleasure,

received the soothing touch of his hard penis.

"Oh..." The hard, hot glans finally reached my cervix.

The tight contact and friction between the glans and the protruding cervix made my son and I both let out long moans. We both exerted force simultaneously, one pressing down with her full hips,

the other thrusting upwards, our genitals tightly pressed together.

After a long pause, the feeling that had made my heart almost stop slowly subsided, and I lifted my hips.

I slowly withdrew my son's penis, only lowering myself when the glans was almost out of my vagina. I enjoyed

the sensation of his hot, hard penis slowly filling my slippery vagina again; the feeling of my belly swelling and pressing against my cervix was wonderful.

With each thrust, our lust rose higher and higher. My son moved his penis in response, and my

plump buttocks moved faster and harder, the glans scraping against the vaginal walls, striking my cervix, his

penis filling and emptying, filling and emptying... Each insertion brought

a solid slapping sound from my son's hips and my plump buttocks—slap, slap, slap... louder and faster, the dense slapping sounds accompanied by

my increasingly rapid moans, louder and louder lewd words, and my son's heavy breathing...

all thanks to years of continuous exercise and yoga. The intense physical exertion from the yoga practice allowed me to fully enjoy the

pleasure of intercourse. I straddled my son, changing positions as I fucked his pink and erect penis with my dark vulva.

Relying on my flexible body, I performed various positions to the fullest, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of intercourse with my son. I

came... I changed positions and tried again... I came again...

I climaxed repeatedly on and under my son's body,

spraying body fluids released at the peak of passion—his vaginal nectar, his vaginal fluids, his incontinent urine, and

the sweat that flowed during the intense exercise—on his groin, chest, face, and mouth.

Oh, what a wonderful day, a passionate anniversary that I can never forget. From the moment my son returned home,

except for brief breaks and interruptions, my son and I made love to our hearts' content, releasing and venting

the desires that had been building up for a week. I forgot about time, forgot about my daughter beside me, forgot about all constraints. Under my

direction my son and I exchanged various positions and postures, indulging in the most lewd and stimulating teasing, satisfying

the boundless thirst and desire in our hearts, until we fell into a deep sleep, completely exhausted.

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