Mother and son's blissful moments day and night

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A Heartwarming First Experience: This is a true story. It happened when I was sixteen. I was a high school sophomore.
My father was abroad for extended periods, and my mother and I lived together in Taipei.
My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was once very popular, appearing
on the covers of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a dance school teacher. Now,
my mother is 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something very interesting happened: One day, I was
playing basketball on the high school court when a classmate rushed over to tell me that a girl was looking for me in the gatehouse. I asked who it was. He said, "That woman is probably under twenty
years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."
I thought for a moment and concluded it was my mother. I laughed uncontrollably and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister! It must be my mother!"
My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty!"
I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, you can't tell."
It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. She had bright, expressive eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows
, cherry lips, fair skin, and a graceful, elegant demeanor. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother was lively
, warm, and innocent. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.
That year, although I was only sixteen, my physique was as strong and robust as my father's, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no less than twenty.
Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're brother and sister!
From the age of fourteen, I developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, even frequently watching adult films.
So, although I had never had any physical contact with women, I knew a great deal about sex, and I longed to one day see a woman's naked body, to see
what a woman's breasts and genitals looked like.
I observed women diligently every day, but I found that none of the women I saw could surpass my mother in beauty and charm.
I had always admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also began to secretly admire my mother's
beautiful, delicate face, her slender yet voluptuous figure, and her fair, smooth skin. I especially loved her
large, expressive, dark, naturally shy, and bright eyes, particularly when she was excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, extremely alluring. I find my mother's every smile and gesture incredibly captivating. I
often imagine the color and shape of her body beneath her clothes… I long to see her naked one day.
However, my mother always dresses very conservatively; aside from her long, slender legs and delicate arms in the summer, nothing else is visible.
Moreover , my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never flirted with me casually. Therefore, I have never
had any improper thoughts about my mother.
My mother has many friends and often goes out in the evenings for social events and celebrations. If my father is home, he accompanies her.
Since my father went abroad, my mother has gone alone.
Because my mother is so beautiful and looks so young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she
was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from humiliation. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out, and at dances,
she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, it was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.
One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday dance party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk blouse, a
rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt of the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored pantyhose. Her eyebrows were lightly painted, her makeup was light, and her hair was styled in a high bun,
making her look even more youthful and beautiful.
For more than two hours at the dance party, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek-to-cheek, swaying… My mother and I were both very excited. My mother, after all, was
a dancer, and her dancing was graceful, her steps light and nimble. My mother and I quickly became the center of attention at the dance party. Many times, others
stopped dancing to watch us twirling and dancing in the hall, which made me feel extremely proud.
When my mother and I danced cheek-to-cheek, our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt my mother's breasts against my chest, firm yet soft.
My heart fluttered, and I unconsciously tightened my arms around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like
a couple in love?"
Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"
I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being in love?"
Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you very much too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is
similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is simply a connection of emotions; but lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves a physical union. Do you understand?"
"Mom, do you have a lover?"
"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly turning red.
Her head slowly moved away from my shoulder, her gaze fixed on my eyes. Suddenly, she said softly, "Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I've always only seen you as a son, but
when you mentioned lovers, I tried to look at you through that lens. I found you handsome, tall, and refined, understanding and kind. Your captivating
eyes are bright and charming—truly the ideal lover for any woman! If I weren't your mother, I might have actively pursued you
and become your lover!" I whispered, "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you—
how wonderful!"
My mother blushed again, glanced at me, and said, "How can a mother be her son's lover? You're the apple of my eye, the person I love most in
the world , even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.
Just then, the lights at the ball suddenly dimmed, until it was almost pitch black.
"Mom, why did the lights suddenly go out?" I asked.
"This is a part of every ball, a dreamlike moment arranged for lovers."
"What do the lovers do then?"
Mom didn't answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder, pressed her face against mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh, "Alright, then let you
experience it! We can be party lovers for five minutes! Don't think of me as your mother now, but imagine I'm your lover, a
girl you like. Love between a man and a woman, she's already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?" As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist with one hand and
wrapped her other arm around my neck. A surge of warmth welled up inside me; I also wanted to experience being with a lover, so I hugged Mom tightly around the waist. I felt Mom's two hard
breasts pressing against my chest. My hand, which had been on Mom's shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered, "Mom, can I kiss you?"
Mom chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" Saying this, she
turned towards me. Although I couldn't see my mother's face clearly, I could clearly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant breath that wafted onto my
face . I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin... "Mmm! Ugh!" my mother hummed
a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then slipped it into my mouth and gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate.
I had never been in contact with a woman before, much less kissed, so everything was new. So, I also stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and rummaged around with it
.
My mother made a "Mmm" sound, pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't just rummage around like that, be gentle, a little lighter. Feel the movements of my tongue in your
mouth . That's what makes it romantic!" As she spoke, she stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.
I was a very clever child, so I learned it quickly. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues
intertwining in and out of each other's mouths.
My mother was acting impulsively. One of her hands was stroking and kneading my back, and she even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently stroke her back and round buttocks
with one .
I heard her moan softly, seemingly enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe. My penis had somehow become erect, pressing against her lower abdomen. She felt it too,
and whispered reached down and grasped my penis through my pants. "Wow! So big and
so hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back as soon as she pushed it to the side. Helpless, my mother had no choice but to let it press against her.
I felt her stand on tiptoe, lowering the pressure point to below her lower abdomen. Because she was on tiptoe and unsteady, her body pressed even tighter against me.
We embraced, kissed, our hands caressed each other, our bodies rubbing against each other… The lights began to gradually brighten. Mom, panting softly, pushed me away and whispered
, “Okay! Let’s not let anyone see, that’s enough!” We resumed our normal routine, dancing a slow waltz. Mom’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, making her look
incredibly beautiful and captivating. She smiled and whispered, “Zhizhi, did you experience what it’s like to be lovers?”
I said, “It was so sweet! Mom, can we continue being lovers when we get back?”
“No!” Mom said coquettishly, “How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the changing lights here to show you what lovers do at
this time , just to add a little fun.”
After that experience, I realized that Mom’s image in my mind had completely changed. She was no longer just a mother, but a beautiful woman I loved dearly
.
I stared at Mom, unable to blink, finding her so charming and captivating, so alluring and mesmerizing. Why hadn’t I noticed Mom
’s beauty before! I longed to hug her tightly and kiss her passionately again. I even yearned to make love to my mother and marry her!
Just as I was lost in these fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that, like a
little pervert? It's embarrassing!"
I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"
"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't have such wild thoughts!"
"Mom, I only realized how incredibly cute you are after we were lovers for a while!"
My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.
"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear and secretly kissed her
earlobe .
Mom trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please stop
talking . It's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."
I noticed Mom was holding me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.
Today, Mom's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn self; she seemed exceptionally warm and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently—a vibrant, alluring red
. Especially when she looked at you with those shy eyes, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I wanted nothing more than to devour her whole!
[The End]

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