[Mom's Christmas Gift]

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[Mom's Christmas Gift]
Mom opened her arms and hugged me tightly, giving me a happy and generous kiss. As
I drove home with my family who had picked me up from the airport, I had to be careful not to let them see my
unsightly little thing.
Before the story continues, I want to add a few words. When I was little,
let's put it this way, when I first learned that fantasizing about beautiful women while groping my
"little brother" could bring me pleasure,
my mother was the one who frequently appeared in my mind.
However, during my puberty, fearing I would go astray, Mom disciplined me a lot. She
became a "parent" I had to be constantly wary of in my life. My fantasies during my groping gradually
became those of girls around my age. And eventually, when some of these fantasies
became reality for some of those girls, I rarely paid attention to my mother anymore, even though she was actually
more sexy and charming than any of them.
So, when I saw my mother at the airport, when I suddenly looked at her with completely new eyes,
all the feelings I had for her from my memories were revived, and even more intensely than before. I
had to work very hard to shift my gaze from her to my father and sister who had come to the airport with her to pick me up.
By the way, let me describe my mother to you. In every way, she is a very petite
and charming woman. She
is about 1.6 meters tall and weighs a little over 110 pounds. She has very beautiful curves, high and firm breasts, a
slender waist, and a protruding bottom. My mother's bottom can be described as round and plump, very alluring. Her legs are not very
long, but the proportions are just right, with smooth and clean ankles, pleasant calves, and delicate knees.
And her shapely thighs, extending gracefully to her rounded hips, were as if they weren't enough to capture my gaze
. My mother's face was also the most beautiful I knew; she had thick, dark brown hair, large
, dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a round face with dimples, full lips, and a delicate
chin.
Her smile, especially when she was truly happy, possessed a fiery infectiousness, like
a beautifully blooming flower. My mother was a warm and kind woman, but sometimes shy; she was intelligent
and sensitive, and beneath her calm and serene exterior lay a strong character. I had no doubt that
deep down, my mother was a woman of profound emotion and fiery passion.
To me, my mother was a perfect woman in this world. (It seems a bit of an exaggeration, but what could I do? 　　The words above only express a fraction
of the intense love I feel for my mother, the woman who gave me life and raised me .) 　　Well, let's return to our story. That night, I was in a state of dizziness, 　　everything around me seemed so bright and beautiful. Everyone in the family was overjoyed to see me come home. 　　I tried to return to the person I was before I left, but I always felt a little unnatural, a 　　little embarrassed. I couldn't shake off the breathtaking beauty my mother exuded; I 　　had to constantly remind myself not to let my eyes linger on her. Several times, I felt my mother 　　noticed my unusual attention, which made her a little shy and embarrassed. 　　And what happened to me was that my entire being was consumed by this intense love for her 　　—I fell in love with my mother. This was a love I had never experienced before, 　　more intense and profound than any emotion I had ever felt before; I was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate myself. That night, I masturbated, and 　　the object of my fantasies was my dear mother. After ejaculating, I quickly fell asleep and slept until dawn. 　　The next day, I managed to control my emotions and try to act normally. My dad and sister 　　both had to go to work and school, so most of the day was spent alone with my mom. I tried my best 　　to remain normal, but I couldn't hide my longing to be with her. 　　Mom accepted my new attitude in a very warm and pleasant way. We 　　talked about the past, and Mom even told me about her childhood and teenage years—things 　　she had never told me before. I helped her with chores and went shopping with her. 　　When she hinted that I should visit some old friends, I boldly told her that she was my 　　oldest and best friend and that I wanted to be with her. Perhaps it was the sincerity in my tone that 　　made Mom blush, and she whispered something, looking a little embarrassed. And so, our relationship 　　truly became more and more like that of a good friend, and no longer just that of a mother and son. 　　That evening, Dad and my sister went to bed earlier than Mom and me. So around 11 p.m., 　　Mom and I had a late-night snack in the kitchen. After we finished eating, Mom went to the water to wash the dishes. I stood up and went behind her, 　　reaching out to hug her. When Mom turned to face me, I mustered up my courage and said, "Mom, I have to 　　tell you, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm so proud to have you as my mother." 　　Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile and reached out to hook her arms around my neck. I took the opportunity 　　to pull Mom into my arms. Mom looked up at me, and I lowered my head and naturally kissed her lips. For a long time, 　　Mom and I remained in that kiss, letting myself slide into a quick abyss; then, Mom laughed and 　　gently pushed us away a little. "Thank you," Mom whispered. This was the best compliment I had ever received. 　　I wanted to say more words of praise, but my courage left me. My mom and I were enveloped in that warm 　　embrace. Then, she said to me, "It's time to sleep. Goodnight. Thank you for your help today." She quickly 　　kissed me again and went back to her room. 　　That night, I masturbated again, imagining my hand as my mom's tightly closed vagina. Even 　　after ejaculating, I still couldn't fall asleep.

That evening, the hugs and kisses with my mother filled me with immense excitement. I felt I
had made some progress in my relationship with her, but where would this burning desire lead me?
My mother is a very proper woman; she would never entertain the
idea of becoming lovers with her son, which is probably what I, as her son, am thinking.
But I know my father isn't a very passionate man, and I'm certain their sex life has cooled considerably
. Moreover, beneath her seemingly calm exterior, I'm sure she harbors a strong
sexual desire; she must be like a smoldering fire. She is so beautiful; her life must be filled with passionate
love, and I'm certain she yearns for that kind of love, a love as fiery as a flame.
And I, already consumed by this fiery love, can no longer restrain myself; I must express
this love to her.
The next day, just like the first, I spent most of my time with her. We talked about many
things, and I helped her even more. However, a few times during this time, I stopped what I was doing, just looked
at her, and said things like, "You're so beautiful." Each time, Mom looked embarrassed, but
I could tell these words made her happy.
That night, Mom and I were still the last two to go to bed, and we shared snacks together in the kitchen.
When she stood by the sink, I hugged her again. This time, because of what happened during the day, I could
express myself more fluently. I told Mom how happy I was to be with her, that the three
months I'd been away from her had shown me how important she was to me, and that although I'd always thought she was a very beautiful
woman, I only now truly realized how beautiful she was, to the point that I could never get enough
of looking at her.
Mom gladly accepted my compliments and kisses. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and because I'm
a bit taller, Mom had to stand on tiptoe to reach my lips. When I kissed Mom, my penis was as hard as
a rock. Because we were holding each other so tightly, my penis was pressing directly against her soft belly.
If Mom didn't feel it at the time, I think it was because she was probably as
confused as I was about our kissing. I could see that she genuinely
accepted and enjoyed this feeling of being loved and needed, but on the other hand,
this kiss, which seemed inappropriate between mother and son, made her feel uneasy. Mom hadn't
completely opened herself up to me, at least not yet.
Even so, we kissed several times, and then Mom would take the initiative to let go, say goodnight,
and leave. However, when she let go, she seemed reluctant. Was my passion
making me misunderstand? I really hoped she genuinely wanted to stay in my arms and didn't want to leave.
The next day was Saturday. My sister stayed home all day, and Dad came home in the afternoon. That day,
I ran errands for Mom several times, took her to the city to buy daily necessities, and patiently waited for her. Finally, Mom
said to me, "You really spoil me. Having you as my good follower is a little unusual for me."
"Mom, am I bothering you?" I asked her. "Ah, of course not," Mom said eagerly, "Not at
all! This feeling is wonderful. I never expected you to be so understanding. I... ah, I'm so, so happy.
Trust me, Mom—I love having you by my side." Her tone was so certain when she said this,
which confirmed my feelings for her and made me incredibly excited and thrilled.
That evening, my sister had a date, and Dad, after watching a TV program, finally
went to bed, even though it was very late for me. But ultimately, Mom and I had another chance to be alone together
. Just like the previous days, Mom and I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. This night, before she even reached the sink
, I pulled her into my arms, leaning her against it. "Mom," I gasped, "you
're so beautiful. I want to hold you like this, kiss you. This feeling is so wonderful!"
My lips pressed against hers, and I gently lifted her off the ground, using the sink to support her beautiful body.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my erection pressing against her lower abdomen, her firm breasts pressed against my
chest.
Mom let me kiss her. At first, she seemed a little nervous, keeping her mouth closed as I
kissed her. Slowly, she began to respond, opening her lips. I pressed her firmly against the sink
while my hands began to explore her body. This feeling was truly... ah! But it didn't last long. Finally, Mom struggled
to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between us, and forcefully pushed me away.
My mother's face flushed crimson, so beautiful, her breathing rapid. She sighed softly
, "I...I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, but...really, please don't be like this. I'm your mother, not
your girlfriend.
But, Mom, I love you more than any other woman. You just...no, a mother and son
can't be like this. Doing this...I...I can't...I'm a little scared. You're really...really too much for me." My expression was incredibly
dejected. I felt like screaming.
I thought I had achieved my dream, that Mom was my lover, but now, Mom, I'm sorry if
you feel embarrassed. I just can't control myself, can't control wanting to do this. Do you
hate me, Mom?" My mother wrapped her arms around my neck again, pulling me closer. "No, no, ah,
actually, Mom is very touched that you want to do this for Mom."
Then, she gently kissed my lips, a light kiss as if to prove her love. This is also partly Mom's
fault. I shouldn't have let you, um, let you do so much for Mom. I think, I think... I just really wanted this
feeling you gave me. As I said this, I felt her suddenly and gently nudge me there, then abruptly push
me away and turn away. I stood there, stunned, letting my thoughts wander. What should I do now
?
What's going on? I have no doubt that Mom actually enjoyed doing what we were just doing, and I...
I was certain she wanted to continue. But could Mom really let go completely? Right now, Mom was already telling
me not to, and if I ignored her warning, would I
lose even this good mother-son relationship we'd built up? That night, I thought about it all, finally falling asleep around 3 a.m.
The next day, our family went to church together. When I saw Mom intentionally standing next to me, I felt a little relieved
. Actually, during the service, Mom's buttocks and thighs were pressed tightly against me, keeping me aroused
. All day, Mom was very attentive and kind to me, but that night, when Dad got up to sleep, she
went with him, not with me as usual. Later, I quietly walked past my parents' bedroom
and heard them making love. I felt like I'd been shot.
The following day, Dad and my sister went to work and school, leaving Mom and me alone again.
My relationship with Mom remained the good one I had painstakingly built, but it was a little
more tense than before. So, I helped her prepare for the holidays; Thursday was Christmas, and
Dad and my sister would have a five-day holiday starting Wednesday. Mom and I kept quiet about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.
But when we sat down for lunch together, I looked at Mom and asked, "Mom, are you really satisfied with your
life?"
For a moment, Mom just sat there looking puzzled by my question, finally answering, "Of course. What...
what do you want to say?"
"Oh, Mom," I said cautiously, "Look, Dad works so hard, and he...he's so serious
, and...you don't go out with him, and...your dad has always been a good husband, and I
've never blamed him for that.
" I knew that; Dad was a good man, very upright, and he didn't have any other women outside.
I was very proud to have him as my father. But, Mom, you two seem...your two rarely talk to each other, and you two don't seem to
have any common interests.
I think what you said is true. Your father and I are probably living our own lives. But
you might not know this, most marriages that last as long as your father and I have probably ended up
like this.
But, Mom, I feel your life shouldn't be like this. I bet that in
the short few days I've been back, we've talked more together than you and Dad have in the three months I was gone.
Hearing me say this, Mom laughed, but I could hear a sadness in her smile.
I... I don't think I dare to contradict you like this. I think you're probably right.
I wanted to say more, but I was afraid of going too far.
So we sat silently for a while. I didn't say anything more, so Mom could think about
what I had said. Finally, Mom stood up from the table, looked at me, and said softly, "Mom is so grateful that you
've been with me these past few days, giving me someone to talk to."
Honestly, feeling needed again made Mom very excited.
I stood up, wanting to hug her, but Mom raised her arm, shook her head, and said, "No, don't pressure Mom.
Give me some time. Mom needs to think about it some more. All of this, all of this, is too sudden. Mom isn't ready."
And just like that, Mom and I went back to how we were, a mother and son with a harmonious relationship. But I knew that after
this confession, beneath Mom's calm surface, I had ignited her inner longing for love.
Between Mom and me, there was now a real tension of sexual tension. That night, Mom still went to bed early,
but when I quietly passed by again, she didn't make love to Dad.
The next morning, as I was helping Mom prepare breakfast, my sister came downstairs. Watching Mom and me busy together
, after a while, she said, "Hey, you've really become good. I thought Mom had found another boyfriend."
I saw Mom's face flush red, so I quickly changed the subject, "Of course! What,
are you jealous?" My sister laughed without suspicion, "No way! I have a date tonight!" After Dad
and my sister left, Mom smiled at me and said, "I'm afraid your sister has noticed something's not quite
right here. Maybe you can't be as nice to me when she's around!
" "What's wrong?" I asked deliberately. "Does that mean I can be nicer to you when your sister isn't around?"
Mom seemed a little embarrassed. "That depends on how nice you are to me, Mom. If you promise, I can be very, very
nice to you," I said jokingly, glancing at her sideways. "Very nice."
"Oh my goodness!" Mom giggled. "I've touched you again! If this keeps up, I really don't know what to
do with you!" I knew very well that soon, Mom and I wouldn't have a chance to be alone together anymore; Dad
and my sister's five-day vacation was coming up. But despite my repeated attempts, I couldn't have such a flirtatious
conversation with Mom anymore. She always carefully avoided it. But gradually, Mom started joking about my interest in her
, which made me feel that Mom was beginning to accept my thoughts.
Finally, evening arrived, the eve of New Year's Eve. My sister went out on a date, but Dad kept flipping
through the newspaper or watching TV; I was afraid he wouldn't go to bed that night. Mom was baking something.
Finally, Dad said goodnight to us and went upstairs. I sat in the kitchen watching Mom busy herself
, enjoying the heartfelt joy that came from the graceful curves of her body as she moved.
Every now and then, Mom would glance at me and give me a warm smile. Finally, Mom
cut a slice of cake for both of us, then made us each a chocolate bar, and sat down beside me. We
ate our snacks in silence, often just looking at each other.
Mom looked so adorable when she ate. Ah, no, actually, I love everything about her; I love her, this
woman.
After we finished eating, I reached out and took Mom's hand in mine. Mom immediately squeezed my hand tightly
. For a few minutes, Mom and I just held hands like that, and I stared at Mom's beautiful face.
Mom would occasionally lift her head, and her bright brown eyes looked at me with a calm but meaningful gaze,
at least that's how it seemed to me.
"Mom," I whispered, "I hope what my sister said this morning is true.
I would be so proud if I could really be your boyfriend." Hearing this, Mom immediately stood up, cleared the plates from in front of us
, and put them in the water. When she turned back, she reached out and gently pulled me up. What
happened next felt like a dream; I only remember that we were embracing again, Mom lying on the sink, and we kissed
. Oh my god, that was a real kiss! In my remaining lucidity, I felt that Mom had opened herself up to me
.
After a while, I picked her up and sat her on the sink. I stood between her legs, tightly
embracing her warm body. Mom clasped her hands around my neck, her soft
breasts pressing against my chest.
Then, Mom wrapped her legs around my waist, making us even more intertwined. The height of the sink
made my taut penis press precisely between my mother's legs, so that my penis
was pressed tightly against her vulva only through her clothes. We opened our mouths and let our tongues tease each other. "Ah, Mom,"
I couldn't help but cry out, my penis throbbing against my mother's most private and precious place. Mom was ready
, I knew she was ready.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car door closing; it must be my sister coming back from her date. My God, why
did she have to come back at this time? Why didn't that bastard take her somewhere else and keep her a little longer
?
Mom quickly jumped off the sink, tore off a tissue, and used it to wipe the
lipstick stains left on my lips from our passionate kiss. I wiped mine too, to make her look more natural. "You'd better sit down first ," Mom whispered
, staring at the bulge in my crotch, warning me. Anyone could see it at a glance.
A while later, my younger sister came into the kitchen, looking excited. It seemed her date went well. "
How was the date?" I asked her, winking. "How was it?!" she drawled. "I'm not telling you!"
We both laughed. Mom made her a cake and a cup of chocolate. My sister,
still excited about the date, sat there, chatting endlessly. Finally, Mom got up, said goodnight,
and left. I was furious. Such a great opportunity had slipped away. I didn't know when I'd
have another chance like this.
Soon after Mom left, my sister, having lost her excitement, went to rest too. I felt helpless. I went into the living room and sat on the sofa
. The only light in the living room was from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow through the window. If Mom and I
had gone earlier, or if Mom had given me a chance during the day, we would
have had several hours to spend together.
Now, Mom has gone to sleep. If she thinks about it carefully before she sleeps, if she changes her mind again
, then I might never have another chance like this. If that happens, I
really don't know how I'll go on. Just then, I suddenly heard a slight creaking sound from the floor,
followed by a rustling sound. My heart almost stopped beating.
It was Mom, her small and beautiful figure standing at the top of the stairs. I was stunned,
sitting dumbfounded on the sofa watching Mom walk gently towards me and sit beside me. Then I
hugged her tightly again, pulling her soft, delicate body into my arms. Mom was wearing a wool robe, and I wanted to know
what she was wearing underneath.
Mom's robe was only loosely tied, slightly open. I tentatively reached my hand inside, and ah, I
touched Mom's bare skin! My hands filled my mother's smooth, soft breasts, feeling her
nipples harden against my hands. As I couldn't help but knead her breasts, my mother let out a sweet
moan.
She brought her lips to mine; my mother's breasts felt wonderful. I had kneaded other girls' breasts before,
some larger than my mother's, but my mother's breasts still felt the best in my hands. I pulled away from my mother's kiss and
moved my mouth down until I took her nipple into my mouth. My mother reached out and cupped my head from behind, twisting
her body, her robe opening even wider.
I untied the knot in her robe, and it slid open easily to the sides. I slowly opened it completely, and
for the first time, my mother's perfect body was fully revealed before me. The light coming through the window wasn't very bright,
but it was enough for me to see this fair and beautiful body clearly. My mother's breasts were round and firm, protruding from her chest
. Her thighs flowed like water down to her ankles, revealing an alluring curve to her
hips, a perfectly positioned navel, and a slightly protruding abdomen—everything was perfect.
She possessed a woman's allure. Between her perfect thighs was a delicate "V" shape of soft
pubic hair, and to me, the most precious place in the world was hidden beneath this lush patch of hair
. Ah, my mother's body before me was even more perfect than I had imagined. My previous fantasies had never
given me the shock of seeing my mother's real body.
My hands slid over my mother's soft thighs and firm abdomen. Let my fingers run through
the soft pubic hair on her beautiful, rounded mons pubis. Mom opened her legs, and my hand landed on her warm, moist vulva
. Instantly, I felt as if I were in heaven. Nothing could compare to the pleasure I felt at that moment. The
girls I had dated before paled in comparison to this beautiful mother before me. Oh, Mom, Mom, I
couldn't even believe it was real.
Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Take off your clothes quickly. Mom wants you,
Mom wants you." I frantically took off my clothes with Mom's help, until I was completely naked like her. Mom lay back
and pulled me onto her. She put one leg on the back of the sofa and the other on the floor,
spreading her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming flower.
Mom reached out her small hand and grasped mine, exclaiming softly, "My God, yours is so big!"
The enormous size did not deter Mom; she pulled it between her open legs and gently parted them with her other hand.
I parted her lips and placed it at the entrance of her love. I kept watching, because Mom was rather petite,
and her vagina might be very tight.
I gently lifted my hips and slowly and gently pushed into Mom's narrow, wet vagina. Mom was already very wet
; otherwise, I really doubted that my huge penis could fit into her narrow opening. I suppressed
the urge to thrust myself into Mom's body and continued my slow thrusting and withdrawing movements.
Little by little, I pushed myself all the way into Mom's body until my pubic hair intertwined with Mom's pubic hair
, and my two testicles pressed against Mom's buttocks. I think I had reached Mom's limit; if
I were even a little longer, it wouldn't be able to go any further. Mom was already completely filled; for Mom
, it was just right. After I was fully inside Mom's body, I paused for a moment, enjoying
the feeling of my entire penis being tightly embraced by Mom's warm, slippery vagina.
As my enormous penis slowly penetrated my mother's tender and juicy love, she moaned softly from time to time,
yet still twisted her lower body to welcome my intrusion.
Perhaps because my penis was so large, invading her virgin territory that had never been touched before, my mother's moans sounded
somewhat painful, but even so, it was clear that Mom wanted it; she wanted me to enter
the deepest part of her body. So, when I had reached the limit of her physical capacity, and paused briefly,
my mother's whole body trembled with excitement, and I heard her soft whispers in my ears, "Ah,
ah, this is too unbelievable, we finally, finally did it, ah, ah," her whispers mixed with
intermittent moans of pain. "
Mom, are you alright?" I asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you?"
"Ah, no, no, you feel so good inside me, so full, so wonderful
."
I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. She eagerly extended her tongue, simultaneously
lifting her lower body towards me.
I knew this was her signal, telling me she was ready, so I began to move inside her.
Gently and slowly, I withdrew my slightly stinging penis from her tightness, then gently inserted it again.
Gradually, I felt my mother's insides become slipperier, yet she still gave me a tight, virginal
feeling. As I penetrated her, my mother began to lift her hips in response to my thrusts.
She let me bury her hips deep into the sofa cushions, and when I pulled back, the cushions would
bounce back, welcoming my movements.
I began to play with my mother's smooth, full breasts, constantly thrusting into her, kissing her,
squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples.
My mother's hands excitedly slid quickly across my back, sometimes sliding down to my buttocks. My God, to be able to
penetrate my beloved mother's tense yet tender flesh, to be able to tease and play with her tongue
, to be able to freely caress her soft, beautiful body while feeling
the pleasure of her hands stroking my back—could there be anything more intoxicating than this? I simply couldn't believe it.
Soft moans, sometimes like cries, came from my mother's lips and throat, expressing her
physical and mental pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out, gently releasing those joyful notes into my mother
's mouth as we kissed.
My mother now began to lift her fragrant buttocks more vigorously to meet my thrusting movements. I knew she
wanted it to be faster, and that was exactly what I wanted. I began to penetrate her love faster and more fiercely, like I was on
fire, vigorously cultivating my mother's body. I had never felt so comfortable, so excited.
Even now, as I write these words, I can still fully experience the feelings of that day.
My mother was nearing her climax; she began to involuntarily sway her hips violently, her tongue
rapidly sliding in and out of my mouth. Her moans became rapid and discontinuous, eventually turning into a
sound like that of someone being held captive.
At this moment, my mother's hands gripped my buttocks tightly, each thrust pulling me deeper into her
body. Then she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her now incredibly juicy
flesh even more deeply and forcefully. I slid my hands onto her two plump buttocks.
Fortunately, my forceful thrusts allowed me to reach even deeper into her body. I began to move more vigorously, each thrust
deeper and harder, my hot weapon piercing my mother's trembling lower body, which was overflowing with love juice.
I marveled at how such a delicate woman as my mother could withstand such intense impact. My mother's body moved
like a small boat in a stormy sea under my frenzied movements, yet her actions still told me she wanted me
to love her faster and more fiercely.
At this moment, we were like machines operating at super-high efficiency, specially designed for making love, our rhythms synchronized, our bodies well-
lubricated, and our bodies intimately intertwined, rising and falling, in and out.
I don't know how I managed to hold on for so long. In fact, ever since I entered my mother's magical lower body,
I had been on the verge of climax every second, and now I couldn't hold back any longer. But I tensed
my muscles with all my might. No, not yet, Mom hasn't come yet. I want this to be the best
time of Mom's life. Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it's here, Mom's here too.
I thrust in very, very deep, my mother's buttocks sinking deep into the sofa cushions. Then, as she bounced back
, it nearly lifted us both into the air. Each deep thrust was accompanied by a muffled, animalistic groan from my throat,
while my mother's moans mingled with them. Our mouths remained pressed together, our breaths rapid and shallow, our faces
wet with sweat and saliva.
Now, my mother and I were like two pure beasts, entwined with all the wildness in our bodies,
inseparable for a moment.
Finally, my mother let out a struggling hiss, her beautiful body suddenly straightening, her back
arching like a beautiful bow, her shapely buttocks entwined with my lower body in the air. My mother's whole body convulsed violently; I felt
her flesh gripping me tightly, like the movement of someone sobbing. Ah, my mother was coming, and I finally relaxed my tense
muscles.
As I began to feel the urge to ejaculate inside my mother, experiencing that unparalleled radiant sensation, I finally
roared, thrusting my lower body deep into my mother's trembling depths,
releasing wave after wave of love for her into her core.
Waves of ecstasy began to ripple through my entire body, a pleasure and sensation I had never felt before,
and all of this, when I sensed that my mother's orgasm was as intense as mine, propelled me to even greater heights. As if under
a spell, my mother and I embraced, sharing this thrilling pleasure, for what felt like an eternity—a very,
very long, indescribably blissful time.
Finally, my mother let out a long, satisfied sigh, her taut body sinking back into the sofa.
I, too, returned from that peak, letting my weary body lie on top of my mother, allowing my breathing to calm
down.
After a while, I suddenly realized that my entire weight was pressing down on my mother. So, I adjusted my body
to ease her pressure, but I was careful to keep my genitals still joined to hers. For a long time
, neither of us spoke. This experience with my mother filled us both with an indescribable feeling of gratitude. My
heart soared with joy and pride. To be able to deeply sow my own semen, my own seed, within
my mother's willing genitals filled me with a sense of pride.
Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil within my mother's body that nurtured my life, and now, this fertile soil was
filled and nourished by my semen, my seed of life… This thought suddenly struck me. Finally, my mother
opened her beautiful eyes, gazing at me with deep affection. She smiled, radiating
the happiness that comes from making love with the one she loved in Shenzhen.
"Oh, I love you," Mom's voice became a little hoarse. I've never felt so good before. God,
it's true, me too, Mom," I said. I never knew I could be so happy. I love you so much, Mom,
you are my best love. I've heard that size doesn't make a big difference, but," Mom whispered
, "but yours, yours..." Thank you, thank you for making Mom feel so good. Mom, your happiness
is mine too, I kissed Mom passionately. "
Ah, no, it's not just because of this long time..." Mom chuckled softly. If you think Mom just
wanted to enjoy sexual pleasure, you're wrong. Mom reached out and cupped my face, staring at me, her large brown
eyes sparkling with love. "Yes, my good child, Mom loves you more than anything in this world."
My mother's genuine affection immediately excited me again. My lower body tensed up,
throbbing within her soaked flesh, quickly regaining its initial hardness. "Oh my god!" my mother exclaimed, a smile playing on her lips. "
It's moving again!" she exclaimed. "Of course! Look at the temptation before me! The most beautiful,
sexiest woman in the world!"
My mother and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other. After a short while, my restless member began
to thrust in and out of my mother's body. This time, I moved slowly and gently, the living room filled
with a decadent, sensual beauty. Kissing and caressing expressed the tenderness between mother and son. Gradually, this gentle flame
ignited again, and my mother and I once again climbed to the peak of sensual pleasure in our intense lovemaking.
When my mother and I finally returned from the paradise of pleasure, and it was time to reconnect with the bond of love between us, it was already
three o'clock in the morning. Although most of our love fluids clung to Mom's robe, some remained
on the sofa. We cleaned the sofa together, and I accompanied her to her bedroom door. I caressed
her breasts and buttocks one last time, gently kissing her. Mom's hand quickly and forcefully
squeezed my penis.
The next day was New Year's Eve, and everyone in the family was happy, even my usually serious father. But
Mom was the happiest; she was immersed in a joy akin to rebirth. I had never seen her
so happy, which made me very happy, because I knew it was because the emptiness she had felt for so many years
had been filled again by her son's semen the previous night.
Several times that day, when Mom and I had the chance to be alone, we secretly kissed passionately,
caressing each other, indulging in this forbidden pleasure. I was very careful to
hide my erection from Dad and my sister.
Because it was a holiday, Dad drank a few more glasses that night and went to bed early. My sister was going to a New Year's Eve party with
her boyfriend, so my mother and I decided to go to church together for
the service. Even though we had an incestuous relationship, which is considered one of the worst sins in the Bible,
it sounded a little strange that we were going to the service together.
But I felt I should thank God because I believed He had given me my mother. On
the way there, my mother and I talked about this for a while,
and I realized that she shared the same thoughts as me.
I only learned about my mother's true feelings about our relationship later. Now it
might sound like she's looking for an excuse for what happened, trying to balance the guilt and unease in her heart.
But I swear, my mother and I both believed, and still do,
that our extraordinary mother-son love, including our sexual relationship, was
sacred, a precious gift from God.
My mother told me this: When I first noticed your
attitude towards me, which went beyond the normal mother-son relationship, and when I found that this attitude excited me, I thought about it a lot,
very deeply.
Finally, I came to a thought: I think God gave humanity sex not only for reproduction,
but also as a gift of pleasure. So that when we express our feelings of love, we can fully enjoy the pleasure that sex brings 　　.
If I love someone more than anyone else, like I love you, then I
can't find any other way to express this deep affection except by willingly offering my body to you.

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