[Fantasy] Lady Fuyao (Complete) - 31-33

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Following the dance was a cocktail party. Mom was especially happy today and drank quite a bit of wine; she was even a little unsteady on her feet. I had to drive her home. When we arrived

, Mom had fallen asleep in the car due to the alcohol, and I couldn't wake her by calling or shaking her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and into the room. I'd never carried anyone before, let alone my mother. Mom is quite tall, but because she's slender, she only weighs 52 kilograms, so carrying her wasn't heavy at all.

At this point, Mom was completely asleep, her body supple and boneless. I supported her waist and the back of her legs with both hands, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her long, white neck stretched out, and one arm hanging down as well.

After going upstairs, I put Mom on the bed and took off her coat and stockings. It turned out that Mom was only wearing a pink three-piece bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, my mother's high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat stomach, and long, beautiful legs were all clearly visible. Especially her mons pubis and the faint glimpses of pubic hair stirred my heart, making it difficult for me to control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then boldly kissed each of her three high bulges through her clothes, before covering her with the sheet and leaving.

Lying in bed, my emotions remained unsettled for a long time; my mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure constantly lingered in my mind. Because today was the first time I had seen a woman's naked body!

The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.

I saw her come out of the room and called out, "Good morning, Mom!"

"Good morning, son!" Mom replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?"

"Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. After I drove home, I tried calling and shaking you hard, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to the room."

"Wow! I feel so bad that my son carried me! I'm so heavy, can you even lift me?" Mom said affectionately, putting her arm around my waist

. "Not at all, I can lift you easily. You see!" With that, I picked Mom up and spun her around the room.

"Ah! Put me down, you've made me dizzy!" Mom cried and struggled.

I gently put Mom down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up, he's so strong!"

"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming with joy.

"What?" Mom looked up at me, puzzled.

"I saw you naked! You're so beautiful!" I said, a little carried away.

"When did you see it?" Mom's pretty face flushed slightly.

“Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can’t see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much.

After I carried you back to your room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom’s figure was so slender and voluptuous, with a full and curvaceous figure and skin as white as snow. Ah, it was absolutely beautiful!”

“Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I took them off myself. I’m so confused. I usually don’t wear underwear to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought I must have drunk too much yesterday and didn’t even remember how I got home or into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas!”

“I didn’t know Mom’s habits. Next time, I will definitely take off all your clothes and put on your pajamas before putting you to bed. That way, I can still admire Mom’s beauty…!”

“Zhizhi, you mustn’t do that to Mom!” Mom said a little embarrassedly, coquettishly, “Zhizhi, you mustn’t have any improper thoughts about Mom! Mom is Mom, and she can’t be treated like an ordinary woman!”

“But Mom’s body is truly a masterpiece of God, an absolute beauty! Don’t you know how beautiful you are?”

“Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?” Mom was a little angry.

I stepped forward, put my arms around Mom’s waist, and said playfully, “Please don’t be angry, Mom. I misspoke earlier. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!”

Mom chuckled and slapped my cheek, saying, “Naughty boy!”

I continued to hug Mom’s waist and said, “Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?”

“No!” Mom scolded coquettishly, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, Mom wasn’t as strong as me.

I put one arm around Mom’s fair neck and kissed her cherry lips.

“Stop! In broad daylight, be careful someone sees us!” Mom shouted.

“No, Mom, the door is locked. Someone will ring the doorbell!” I said, continuing to kiss her.

She panicked and tried to push me away, shouting “No!” and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kiss.

Later, perhaps seeing my persistence, or perhaps because she was exhausted, she stopped struggling and let me hug and kiss her without moving.

Later still, instead of resisting, Mom became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively using her tongue to entwine with mine, gradually emitting soft moans. She

only pushed me away when she was breathless from my kisses. She said shyly in a low voice, "Okay! You've made me weak all over! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom's going to make you some food."

From that day on, I often asked to hug and kiss Mom. Thankfully, Mom no longer refused, letting me kiss her as I pleased.

I guess her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. Moreover, I noticed that Mom was particularly engrossed in each kiss.

Sometimes, Mom would even initiate the hug and kiss.

I analyzed: Mom is, after all, a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she very much craves closeness and affection from the opposite sex. With Dad away from home for extended periods, Mom naturally experienced sexual frustration with no outlet, causing her considerable distress. Initially, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she undoubtedly desired it deep down; this was evident from her passionate, proactive, and engaged behavior at the dance when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover. However, her rationality prevented her from taking anything too far with her own son, and she repeatedly suppressed and controlled herself. But once in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and strength, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind going completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with a man…

From then on, Mom no longer avoided me, sometimes even wearing very sexy clothes at home.

One day, it was exceptionally hot, and the air conditioner was broken, making both Mom and me unbearably hot. I was only wearing briefs, while Mom was still wearing many layers of clothing, all of which were soaked with sweat. I urged Mom to take off her outer garments.

She said it was too embarrassing and insisted on refusing.

I said, "Mom, take off your coat. I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. There's no one else at home, so don't be shy!"

"Don't forget you're a grown man! How can I be naked in front of you?" Mom said.

"Mom has so many rules! But I've already seen you in a bikini! Look at you again, you still look the same!" I tried to persuade her further.

Mom thought for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it. Okay then, I really can't stand the heat anymore." Saying this, she took off her coat, leaving only her pink bikini.

"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in a bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You little rascal! I'll spank you!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms and kiss her.

Mom struggled, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"

Naturally, I didn't want to let her go, so I held her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck passionately.

She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked Mom up, walked to the sofa, sat her on my lap, and continued kissing her.

This time, we were lovers for two hours. When we separated, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said sweetly, "You little rascal, you've made all my bones feel weak!"

While Mom went to take a shower, I noticed a puddle on my leg. I initially thought it was Mom's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. I thought about it and understood: it must have been that Mom was aroused during our intimacy, and her vagina secreted lubrication. This was knowledge I had learned from books.

Since that experience, Mom often wore only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me.

That's how women are; once they've opened a secret part of their body to a man (even if forced or unwillingly), they won't be shy about it next time, probably thinking deep down: "I've already opened it to him anyway." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men!

Once, a book Mom wrote about dance theory was published, beautifully printed, with over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one stunningly beautiful. She was overjoyed, and as soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news, then sat on my lap and showed me those charming photos from back then. She introduced each one, and I was full of praise for every single one. Hearing my praise, Mom was especially excited, hugging me and kissing me for a long time. The kisses were passionate and insatiable.

Infected by my mother's passion, I returned the favor, kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and delicate neck passionately… Under my fervent kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting soft moans, as if in a trance.

That day, for the first time, I secretly caressed my mother's body through her clothes, kneading her firm breasts and round, firm buttocks, one hand gradually slipping under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely unaware, offering no resistance whatsoever. She became unusually excited when I pinched her nipples, arching her back and twisting her waist, crying out "Oh! Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You're such a naughty child...

I've loved playing with Mommy's nipples since I was a baby... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched me as a child... Ah..."

"Mommy, does it feel good when I pinch you like this?"

"Oh! It feels good... but it also hurts... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."

At this moment, my hand, which was wandering on Mommy's thigh, felt a strange sensation: it seemed that some sticky liquid was flowing out from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to put my fingers inside her panties to touch Mommy's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.

My fingers stopped moving, but I continued to kiss her cherry lips and cheeks. Mommy nestled in my arms, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face very beautiful.

I analyzed that Mom was completely immersed in the joy of success, and reason had no place in her mind; my caresses had actually fueled her excitement and passion. Therefore, she had no defenses against my intrusion at all.

It was already dark, so I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room light. Mom was still in my arms, sleeping so sweetly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek under it. I saw that Mom was wearing a small, pink thong, and her mons pubis was high and round like a small bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of the thong. The bottom of the thong was already soaked. I really wanted to remove that small piece of fabric to see the real thing, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only place my palm on that bulge and caress it for a while.

My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered, "Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"

My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What, did I fall asleep?"

"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I should go cook!"

My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and went to cook. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" and touch her genitals through her skirt.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"Why are you asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You've made me all wet!"

"Mommy, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and moved closer.

"Get away! You don't even know this, and you want to be my sweetheart!" My mother pushed me away.

I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."

Mom said in a low voice, somewhat annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you something about sex: when a woman's libido is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what's the use of vaginal fluid?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"A lubricant!" Mom answered without thinking, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have told me this, and said, "Hey, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married."

I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"

Mom blushed and said slowly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and charming man, which woman would be infatuated with you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be overflowing with vaginal fluid?"

I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. It turned out Mom was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say and just stood there dumbfounded.

My mother said, "Let you be hungry for a little longer! I'll go change my clothes first, then I'll cook."

Afterwards, I felt a little regretful: if I had continued to try and undress her when her passion reached its peak that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that had happened, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.

Alas! What a pity! I let go

of such a golden opportunity! I long for another chance like this!

III. Tasting the Forbidden Fruit

My relationship with my mother grew closer and closer. One evening, we were taking a walk in the back garden and sat down to rest on a stone bench. After a while, my mother said the stone bench was cold and hard, and stood up.

I said, "Mom, sit on my lap, it's warm and soft!"

She smiled slightly, then sat across my lap, one arm gently around my neck, nestled in my arms.

We embraced and kissed, gently caressing each other's bodies. One of my hands was on her breasts, kneading them. She closed her eyes and moaned with ecstasy.

I said, "It's so nice to be Mom's lover!"

"Who's your lover?" Mom slightly opened her eyes and said coquettishly, "Aren't we completely lovers like this?"

"We hug and kiss every day, doesn't that count as being lovers?" I asked, puzzled.

"These are just the prelude to being lovers. If they were lovers, they would also sleep in the same bed and share the same blankets, like a married couple..."

"Then I've been sleeping under the same blanket with Mom since I was little, which means I've been Mom's lover since I was little!"

"No!" Mom gently stroked my face and said, "How can that be a lover! You know, lovers also have sexual relations..."

"Mom, what is sexual intercourse?"

"Well... how do you explain it... anyway, sexual intercourse is when a man and a woman have sex!"

Just then, a sharp bird cry came, and two little birds flew from one tree to another with their bodies connected.

Mom pointed to the pair of birds and said to me, "Look, those two birds are having sex!"

I pretended to be confused and said, "Oh, I understand. The male climbs on the female's back, that's sex."

Mom chuckled and said, "Silly child! Just climbing on doesn't necessarily mean sex. The key to sex is that the male's penis has to be inserted into the female's. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what does a woman's genitals look like?"

"The opposite of a man's, it's a hole, a deep hole, big enough to hold a man's penis..."

"How thick and deep is it?"

"About one centimeter in diameter and about ten centimeters deep."

"Oh dear, Mom, when my penis is erect, it's about four centimeters in diameter and at least twenty centimeters long! Does that mean it can't fit into a woman's genitals?"

"Are you that big?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at me, asking in surprise.

I nodded.

“But it doesn’t matter. Because a woman’s genitals are made of flesh, and they are very elastic! A thick and long genital will make a woman enjoy it even more!”

I continued to rub her breasts and asked, “Mom, can I see your genitals? I’ve never seen a woman’s genitals before, I really want to see them!”

Mom blushed and shook her head, saying, “No! There are two very private parts of a woman’s body that she can’t let others see: her breasts and her vagina.”

“Mom, you allow me to touch your breasts, so why can’t I touch your vagina?”

“That’s different, because you are my son. You grew up drinking my milk, and you’ve touched my breasts countless times, so I’m not keeping them closed to you anymore. As for the vagina, it can only be seen by the husband. You are not my husband, nor are you my true lover, so of course I can’t let you see it!”

“What a pity! Mom, then can we be true lovers?”

“Absolutely not! Having sex with someone other than your husband is illegal adultery, and adultery between mother and son is even more forbidden! That violates ethics and is considered incest!”

"Oh dear! Really, if only Mom hadn't married Dad back then, I could have proposed to you!"

Hearing this, Mom buried her face in my chest and burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost fell over, tears streaming down her face. She said, "What a lovely child… If I hadn't married your father, you wouldn't be here!"

Knowing I'd said something foolish, my face turned bright red.

"Alright, alright! Look at you, so shy and cute! You've made me so tired. It's getting dark, we should go home. You're so energetic, why don't you carry me home?"

I gently picked Mom up and carried her through the long, tree-lined path home. On the way, Mom hugged my neck, kissing me as we walked. I carried her to her bed before saying goodbye and returning to my room.

…

I still longed for another chance to see a woman's naked body and the structure of her genitals.

Heaven rewards the persistent; my wish finally came true, and I obtained something I never dared to dream of.

One night, I suddenly needed to go to the toilet and was passing by my mother's room when I heard strange noises coming from inside. I stealthily pushed open her bedroom door, and found it unlocked. I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, one hand clutching her breast, the other constantly stroking her vulva, tossing and turning on the bed as if in great pain. I knew my mother was masturbating.

I saw that her labia were pink, opening and closing. After a while, my mother's moans grew louder, her body twisting more violently, her waist arching upwards like a bow, and her hand clutching her breast was reaching upwards, as if beckoning to me.

I was startled, thinking: Oh no, Mom saw me. But after thinking about it carefully, I calmed down, certain she wasn't beckoning. Because her eyes remained tightly closed, and her increasingly loud moans drowned out my footsteps, she had no idea I was there.

Seeing my mother's state of ecstasy, I knew she was close to orgasm; even the sheets were soaked.

I thought, perhaps because my father was away for so long, my mother couldn't bear the loneliness and was masturbating for pleasure.

Suddenly, Mom screamed "Ah!" and her body trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted. I saw gushing fluid from her vulva.

Wow! I had never seen a woman have sex or masturbate before; it seemed to be extremely painful! Why would Mom deliberately put herself through this? I really didn't understand. But I immediately remembered what I had read in a book: when a woman's sexual organs are intensely stimulated and she reaches orgasm, her whole body tenses, then convulses, and her mind reaches the peak of excitement, resulting in a blankness, an expression of ecstasy and intoxication. It appears to be painful on the surface, but it is actually extreme pleasure.

Because of this, after experiencing this wonderful feeling for the first time, a woman still craves the caresses of a man; if she cannot get one, she will masturbate like a man for pleasure.

As I thought about this, my penis involuntarily hardened, my whole body felt hot, and my sexual desire was rising like a tide, with an urge to have sex.

Because it was a hot day, I was only wearing underwear. I took off my underwear, and like Mom, I was completely naked.

Suddenly, I longed to get closer and observe my mother's naked body. This was a long-cherished dream. So, I bent low and crept forward, quietly reaching the foot of the bed. My mother, still limp from her recent climax, lay on the bed, her long, slender legs and arms spread wide in a starfish shape.

I quietly observed this captivating sight: her genitals were still flowing with vaginal fluid, and I saw her pink clitoris and tightly packed, rosy labia. My gaze continued upward past her flat stomach. Ah! My

mother's breasts, nestled on her soft bosom, were truly beautiful, firm and round, like two large, white steamed buns, with pink areolas and bright red nipples. Looking further up, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long, black hair disheveled and scattered across her snow-white shoulders and pink pillow, her pretty face like a peach blossom, her cherry lips slightly parted, emitting even breaths…

My mother was asleep.

I fully appreciated this exquisite and beautiful sight. I looked at her from head to toe, then from toe to head, over and over again. Her body was curvaceous and exquisite, her flowing lines incredibly beautiful… Ah, this beauty was truly God's masterpiece!

I was completely captivated!

I couldn't resist! I quietly climbed into bed, kissed her cherry lips, and gently caressed her two firm breasts. My mother's breathing remained unchanged; she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

I boldly parted her beautiful labia with my fingers and saw a small fleshy ball above her labia minora. I determined this to be a woman's clitoris, and gently touched it with my finger. My mother's body jolted, she groaned, and then returned to calm.

She was still fast asleep. I carefully supported myself on my arms, kneeling between my mother's legs, and slowly crawled onto her. When my hands were under her armpits, my thick, long penis was aimed at her vaginal opening. I really wanted to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to kiss her, so I braced myself on my elbows, embraced my mother, and kissed her. My mother's two hard nipples were pressed against my chest, and I involuntarily rubbed them with my chest.

After about five minutes, perhaps my movements were too vigorous, my mother woke up, opening her sleepy eyes. Startled by my actions, she screamed, staring blankly at me, and cried out, "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

I was terrified and at a loss, but I was already in a bind. With a determined heart, I cried out, "Mom, I love you!" With that, I thrust my eight-inch hard penis into my mother's vagina, hitting her cervix. Because my mother's vagina was still wet, my penis slid in smoothly.

"Ah!" my mother screamed, her whole body arching back as she cried out, "No! Don't!"

I excitedly thrust in and out, my mother's delicate body rocking like a small boat under my violent impact.

"Ah!...Stop...Oh!...No...You can't do this...This is...This is incest..."

Hearing the word "incest" only excited me more. I thrust in and out even harder, saying, "Mom...Please forgive me...Ah, I can't take it..."

My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, just like a virgin's (I knew from books that a virgin's vagina is very tight).

Ah, my mother's vagina was not only tight, but also warm and soft, making the thrusting very comfortable.

"Son...Ah!...Please stop...Oh...We can't do this...Oh...God...I'm coming..." I felt her legs stretch upwards, then tighten around my waist.

I felt my mother's vagina contract, squeezing my penis so tightly it felt like it would break... A surge of hot fluid felt wonderfully good on my glans. I couldn't help but thrust in forcefully...

"Oh!" my mother cried out, her body convulsing, her arms gripping me tightly, kissing me passionately and enthusiastically. After about a minute, her limbs relaxed, and she went still. I knew she had another orgasm.

I paused for a moment before pulling my penis out. I knelt beside her, admiring my mother's post-orgasmic beauty. I saw the fluid gushing from her vagina flow down her buttocks and onto the sheets.

My mother's body trembled, and she turned to her side, crawling face down on the bed.

My hands caressed her body.

"No...please...don't do this..." she murmured softly, crawling towards the edge of the bed, trying to escape.

I hugged her from behind.

“Zhizhi, you can’t…no…ouch…”

“Mom, I love you, you’re mine, I want to have you!”

“I’m your mother…I can’t be with you…mother and son can’t commit adultery!”

But I didn’t care. I grabbed my mother’s slender waist with both hands, lifted her buttocks, and made her kneel on the bed. Ah, my mother’s back was even more sexy and charming: her snow-white, round buttocks were very elastic, and her tender red labia were completely exposed to my eyes from between her slightly parted buttocks.

With curiosity and love, I carefully admired and studied my mother’s genitals. I used two thumbs to separate her labia majora and used my middle finger to tease her labia minora. I saw that pink little fleshy ball at her mons pubis again, ah! My mother’s clitoris is so beautiful! The book says that this place is the most sensitive area for a woman. So, I stretched out a finger and gently touched it.

"Ouch!" Mother cried out in surprise, her body arching upwards, trembling violently. "No...no! Zhizhi...Mommy...stop...you can't do this..."

I continued to caress her sensitive clitoris, and Mother's body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake, her cries growing louder and louder.

Seeing such a strong reaction from Mother under my touch, my heroic spirit surged, and my emotions became even more excited.

I held my penis and thrust in forcefully, "plop," deeply penetrating Mother's body.

"Oh!" Mother gasped softly, her body trembling again.

"...Oh...Mommy...my darling...your vagina is so wonderful! I want to be with you forever." I shouted excitedly as I thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position.

Mother's vagina contracted repeatedly, moaning loudly. I thrust violently hundreds of times, and Mother no longer resisted, instead moving her hips in coordination with my movements.

"Mommy...are you enjoying it?" I asked as I thrust.

"So good!" she cried out, "...Oh...son...ah...good man..."

"Mom...want more?"

"Yes...Zhizhi...fuck me...oh...Mom's all yours...you're making me feel so...numb all over...ah..."

I felt my mother's vagina like a suction cup, sucking hard on my penis.

"...ah...harder...oh...oh...son...ah...I'm coming again!...God...faster! Zhizhi...harder..."

My thrusts became even faster. My mother's body swayed back and forth under my impact.

"Ah!" My mother screamed again, her body trembling, and she collapsed onto the bed.

I knew she had her third orgasm.

I moved my mother's body towards me. We hugged each other tightly, our tongues intertwining...

I kissed her and whispered, "My little lover, are you comfortable?"

She didn't answer me, her beautiful eyes closed, she nodded gently, letting me caress and kiss her.

IV. Mother and Son's Pleasure

After a while, my penis was erect again, eager to show its power. I gently stroked my mother's firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis.

The moment her hand touched it, she let out a soft "Oh," gripped it tightly, and began stroking it up and down.

I whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, was that exciting?"

She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, "Exciting!" Then she closed her eyes again.

"My darling, do you want more?" I continued.

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a soft, alluring gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently, and closed her eyes again.

"My little darling, tell me, do you want more?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted more.

She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly, "You little rascal!

...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still ask!" My mother kissed my lips softly, and rested her head on my chest.

At this moment, my fingers were already inside her vagina, touching the firm G-spot, and I circled it.

"Oh!" Mom cried out, her mouth half-open, trembling. Then, she threw herself into my arms and said, "Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back...hurry! Fuck me!"

"My little darling! So good!" I praised, laying Mom's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, climbing on top of her, my hard penis once again entering her tender cave.

I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting at the same time.

My mother's snow-white body undulated with my thrusts, and gradually she began to moan softly, then a soft, warbling sound escaped her throat, followed by incoherent cries: "...Ah...I...baby...son...Mom...oh...ah...harder...Mom feels so good...harder...fuck me to death...

" "Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!" I said as I fucked her, "Why don't you call me...good husband..."

"I'm your mother...how can you...faster...ah...I'm coming again..."

I thrust even harder...

“You’re such a…good husband…harder…”

Mom called out to her son at times, then to my name at others, still calling me her good husband. She seemed completely infatuated, lost in ecstasy, no longer able to distinguish who I was to her, utterly immersed in the blissful pleasure of lovemaking.

She continued to moan, “…I…good…Mom…so good…faster…I’m coming again…ah…faster, son, faster…dear daddy…ooh…I’m done…”

Mom’s fourth orgasm seemed even more intense; she clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.

When her orgasm subsided, she lay sprawled on the bed like a drowsy slumber, her body as soft as a pile of mud, letting me manipulate and caress her.

Seeing Mom’s pitiful state under my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn’t ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.

"Zhizhi...I need to...pee...go to the toilet..." Mom murmured softly, her eyes tightly closed. But I understood: Mom needed to pee!

I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she swayed and collapsed back onto the bed.

Ah! Poor Mom, she had no strength left.

What to do? Mom needed to pee urgently!

I had a sudden idea and picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, her limbs and head drooping, as if she had no feeling.

In the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet. Her eyes were closed, and her body swayed from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle in my arms.

After the urination stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. By then, she was a little more awake, slightly opening her eyes, looking at me, and whispering, "Zhizhi...you..."

I lay down beside her again, holding her in my arms, letting her head rest on my arm, and said, "Mom, is something wrong?"

She gently shook her head and closed her eyes again.

I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"

She slightly opened her eyes, looked at me, and shook her head. "

Mommy, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.

"Zhi, you're so strong... I've had five orgasms... I don't even have the strength to speak... Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.

"Mommy, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I pulled her hand and placed it on my erect penis.

Mom squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"

Her hand moved on my penis, occasionally rubbing the glans with her soft, smooth fingers, it felt very good.

"Mommy, can I play a little longer?"

"No! No more!" "Her voice was low, but firm.

"Mom, but it's so uncomfortable here!" My penis throbbed in her hand.

"Good son, don't do it again! What if you ejaculate inside me and get me pregnant!" Mom said with worried eyes, "How about this, I'll help you release it." Saying that, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and stuck out her tender red tongue to lick my glans. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.

I saw that Mom's cherry-like mouth was stretched so wide it looked like it was about to tear. I felt sorry for her and pulled my penis out of her mouth with a strong force. I cried out, "Mom, don't do this. It's painful for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too."

"Zhizhi, your thing is too big. My mouth really can't hold it!" Mom said sullenly, then lay down again helplessly, without speaking or moving, just quietly watching me.

I said, "Mom, let me play one more time." She

glanced at me shyly, neither objecting nor approving, simply closing her eyes.

I lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders, intending to penetrate deeper.

My mother's body began to rise and fall with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body began to writhe, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side, as if overwhelmed. About twenty minutes later, my mother began to cry out: "...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...Mom's going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."

"Ah...Mommy...you're so tight...Mom, I'm going to cum too!"

"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...my fertile period...ah!" "Pull it out... We can't have a child... Ah..."

But my mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.

"Son... don't ejaculate inside... Oh... I'm going to come..." she cried out.

"Mom, you're squeezing me so tight... your uterus is holding on... I can't pull out..." I said, continuing to thrust violently, faster and harder.

"Son... I... I can't control myself... Ah... harder... Don't stop...

"

"Mom... what should I do..." I thrust harder.

"Son... God... Ah..." My mother's vagina sucked my penis violently again. Oh, a hot current soaked my shaft... making me unable to hold back my ejaculation.

"...Mom... I can't hold back... Ah..." My body trembled violently. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother's uterus, my body went limp, and I collapsed onto my mother.

"Ah!" "Mom cried out, reaching her climax at the same time! Her body trembled, her arms tightly embracing me, her vagina rhythmically contracting a dozen times. Then, she released her grip and collapsed limply onto the bed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

We were both exhausted, and slept in each other's arms for four hours. When I woke up, Mom was probably already awake; she was still in my arms. Seeing me awake, she stroked my face and said, 'Zhizhi, you're awake!'

'Mom, were you awake earlier?'

'I was awake a long time ago, but I was afraid of waking you, so I didn't dare move.'

'Mom, I love you so much!' I said excitedly, kissing her lips.

She pushed me away, saying, 'Zhizhi, we were so foolish.'

'Mom, is it comfortable making love with me?' I asked, stroking her breasts.

'Of course it's comfortable!' she answered excitedly.

'Then why do you say we were foolish?' I asked.

'We are mother and son; we shouldn't make love!'"

“Mom, men and women are naturally attracted to each other, and love and desire are intertwined. Achieving physical and emotional pleasure through intercourse is such a wonderful thing! Mother and child are also flesh and blood, with feelings and desires between them, so why can't we make love?” I asked confidently.

“Perhaps it's because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring,” Mom murmured.

“Then we can choose not to have children! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Only when the feelings between men and women reach a passionate stage will they make love; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment gained from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?”

“I have never enjoyed anything like this before…” A strange light shone in her eyes.

I asked, "Mom, did you ever experience such great pleasure when you made love with Dad?"

She gently shook her head. "Your dad isn't as capable as you, and he's very selfish. He only cares about his own release and never cares whether I'm satisfied. Every time we're intimate, he always finishes in a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead... Sigh, don't mention him..." Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?"

"Son, Mommy loves you so much!" She was very emotional, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.

"Mom, did what I just said make sense?" I took the opportunity to ask her.

"After hearing your analysis, I'm so moved and I agree with it. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours! My little darling, I'm yours now!" Mom's eyes were full of passion as she spoke.

Then, she said slowly, "But you must never let your father or any outsiders know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"

"Ah! Mom is so sensible and understanding! From now on, I will make love to you every day and give you pleasure, so you won't have to masturbate." My hand reached down again, and a finger was inserted into her vagina. I felt her hand also grasp my penis, which had become hard again.

"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would really become your lover!"

"How wonderful! Mom! Don't you want to?"

"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.

"Mom, do you know, I've been in love with you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none of them can compare to you. You are my dream lover! Have you ever thought about making love to me before?" I asked affectionately while kissing her.

"No before, but I've thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.

"When did it start?"

"At the dance that day! Your charm really captivated me. I thought to myself, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After that, I often thought of you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even made love with you in my dreams. You really became my dream lover! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I am so happy!"

Mom said impulsively, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and took the huge glans into her mouth.

...

Five. Obsessive Love

The next day at noon, I returned home from school, and Mom was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home! The teacher has a meeting this afternoon, so there's no school." I reported to Mom from afar.

Mom turned to look at me affectionately, her eyes so bright, full of joy, yet tinged with a touch of shyness. She smiled gently and said, "Sweetie, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Then she gave me a wink before turning back to continue cooking.

"Mom, what are you making?" I asked as I walked towards her.

"I made six dishes, all your favorites," she said, glancing at me.

"What's the occasion? Why are you making so much good food?"

Mom blushed, lowering her head and whispering, "You've worked so hard, Mom wants to make sure you're well-nourished."

I hugged her from behind, my hands covering her breasts, and kissed her neck, saying, "Mom, I've been thinking about you all morning!"

"What's there to miss?" Mom was clearly moved, her voice trembling slightly.

"Thinking of Mom's beauty, of her alluring figure in bed, her soft, moist vagina throbbing during orgasm... Mom, I really want to stop class and come back to you right now!"

"Oh! Stop talking! It's so embarrassing!" Mom's neck turned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands.

"Mom, give me a kiss!"

"You little rascal, can't you see I'm cooking?" Her voice was coquettish, trembling, and gentle.

"No! Kiss me first!" I insisted, reaching out to turn off the stove.

Helplessly, Mom turned around, gazing adoringly into my eyes. She pressed her face against my chest, her two delicate, lotus-root-like arms encircling my waist, and whispered sweetly, "You little rascal! Last night, I was naked in your arms, kissed, touched, and made love to you all night long. And this morning you clung to me twice more. Isn't that enough?"

"My little princess! How could I be enough in front of such a beautiful, charming, and graceful woman like you? My little lover, I'll never be enough!"

"But it's daytime now, how can we..." Mom looked up at me shyly.

"It's alright, God didn't say that men and women can only be intimate at night! My little lover, my darling, I can't wait!"

With that, I lowered my head and kissed Mom's cherry lips.

Mom extended her tender little tongue, licking my lips.

The long kiss made Mom moan incessantly, her whole body trembling, her breathing rapid. Her hands braced herself on the table from behind, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath.

My lips moved from her cherry lips to her pink neck, and then to her breasts. The opening of her nightgown was large, exposing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. My lips roamed between her neck and chest, kissing my mother's delicate body until she trembled. Her waist was supported by my hands, and her upper body slowly leaned back, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I bit the ribbon at her waist and pulled hard, and the nightgown opened.

"Wow! So Mom is only wearing a nightgown, not even a bikini, she's going commando!" I exclaimed.

"Is this comfortable?" she said in a coquettish voice.

"Are you waiting to make love with me?" I asked teasingly.

"No way! I've never liked wearing clothes, I always sleep naked at night. Before I had you, I didn't like wearing clothes during the day either, your father liked me walking around the house naked." she argued.

"But I remember Mom was always very conservative when it came to clothes!"

"Since having you, I've gradually gotten used to wearing clothes during the day, afraid you'll see." Mom said softly.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes again today?"

"You're so naughty! You know perfectly well! We've already...we've already...oh well, never mind! Anyway, you're not afraid of seeing us!"

"Ah! My sweetheart! You're so understanding!" I praised.

"Mmm—" she murmured sweetly.

"I also love it when you're naked and walking around the house. From now on, don't even wear pajamas, okay?"

"Okay! Oh, kiss me quickly, I feel so uncomfortable!"

My mouth roamed over her two snow-white mounds, sucking and biting.

Mom began to twist her waist, her head swaying from side to side, her moans growing louder, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with adoration, filled with allure, charm, and thirst.

"Darling...hold me tight...I...can't stand anymore..." came her broken murmurs.

I helped her remove her nightgown, and Mom instantly became a naked Venus, her skin appearing even whiter, smoother, and more tender in the daylight.

As I removed my own clothes, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands.

I had a sudden inspiration, grabbing her waist and lifting her up, straightening her legs, so that Mom was in a doggy-style position.

I saw a large amount of love juice flowing from Mom's vagina, so I grabbed her plump buttocks and thrust my penis into her vagina from behind.

"Oh...ah..." Her plump buttocks began to spasm, the pressure of the deep penetration shooting straight to her throat, causing her head to arch back, her mouth half-open.

"It's all in..." I exclaimed excitedly.

I began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Oh..." The huge penis created a strong sense of pressure as it went in and out of her narrow vagina. However, the surge of ecstasy at this moment made my mother lose herself.

I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet, and the vigorous thrusting made her drooping, snow-white breasts sway.

I thrust again, and my mother's body was different from before; the tender flesh inside her vagina began to wrap around my penis.

"Ah...it's coming..." My mother felt a strong pleasure in her lower abdomen, which swelled up more and more. She went crazy too.

My breathing became rapid, and the speed of my thrusting increased.

My mother reached her first orgasm at this moment, collapsing weakly to the ground, her body still writhing.

I picked up my mother's naked body, carried her to the living room, and placed her on the sofa.

Her naked body turned and twisted on the sofa.

I caressed and sucked her entire body, teasing her labia majora and minora with my tongue, especially her lovely clitoris.

This made Mom writhe and moan repeatedly, "Ah...so empty...I want...give me...push hard into my little hole..."

This was precisely what made Mom so adorable: incredibly sensitive! With just a little teasing, she became passionate, alluring, and captivating, her desire igniting uncontrollably.

Seeing the moment was right, I quickly lifted one of her legs and placed it on the back of the sofa. I saw the streams of love juice flowing from her little hole, and excitedly thrust my penis all the way in.

"Oh!" Mom cried out softly.

I thrust over five hundred times, finally ejaculating inside Mom, who was completely entranced.

After Mom's trembling from her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and let her sit on my lap. I stroked her smooth skin and whispered, "Mom, were you comfortable?"

She smiled shyly, nodded gently, pressed her face against my chest, and said weakly, "You made Mom feel so good, so incredibly good... Honestly, doing this in broad daylight, I'm so embarrassed!... Even your father never made love with me during the day... But I think making love during the day is more stimulating than at night, it's an indescribable feeling... You've made all my bones feel soft... I don't have the energy to cook for you anymore."

I said, "Sweetie, you rest well, I'll go cook for you!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Baby, actually, you're more tired than me!" Mom said kindly.

"Mom, I'm not tired! Look!" I proudly held up my erect penis in front of her. "I'm still got plenty of energy!"

"Wow! Really! You're still young!" Mom exclaimed, giving my penis a few squeezes.

When I finished cooking and came to invite Mom to eat, I saw her lying naked on the sofa, breathing evenly, her high breasts and flat stomach rising and falling gently with her breath. She was sleeping so soundly. Mom had been intimate with me all night, not falling asleep until five in the morning, then went grocery shopping and cooking, and just now she had experienced her first daytime orgasm. She was indeed exhausted.

I remembered how she had looked so blissfully ecstatic and pitiful during our lovemaking, and I couldn't bear to wake her.

So, I carried her upstairs, kissing her breasts as we went. I placed her on my bedroom bed.

I saw that her genitals and thighs were covered in stains; I knew it was a mixture of her vaginal fluid and my semen. So, I took a towel soaked in hot water and washed her. Mom didn't wake up, which showed how tired she was.

Finally, I covered her flat stomach with a sheet, went to the kitchen to eat, and then returned to the bedroom to do my homework at the desk by the bed.

Mom slept until four o'clock in the afternoon.

I went to the bedside, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, you're awake. Get up and eat!"

Mom used her hands to support herself as she sat up, exclaiming softly, "Oh dear, it's all your fault! I'm still so weak! How can I eat?"

"Sweetheart, don't move. I put the food in the insulated container; I'll go get it." Saying this, she went downstairs and brought the food.

I carried and helped my naked mother to the table. But as soon as I let go of her waist, she swayed and almost fell. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms.

"Oh! I'm so weak; I don't even have the strength to sit!" she cried weakly.

So I picked up my mother's naked body and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I fed her spoonful by spoonful.

"Little princess! Is it delicious?" I asked playfully.

"Mmm! The little prince's cooking is so delicious! Feed me quickly! I'm starving!" my mother said sweetly, eating with such relish, finishing three bowls of rice in a row.

I urged her to eat some more.

"Oh! I really can't eat anymore. Don't believe me? Feel my belly! It's almost round!" my mother exclaimed.

I gently stroked her flat, slightly protruding belly; it was so soft and smooth to the touch. I laughed, "Wow, this little belly is quite big! You must be pregnant with my baby!"

"You're naughty! I won't be pregnant with your baby!" she said, half-seriously and half-coquettishly, lightly pounding my chest with one hand and squirming in my arms.

Only when I kissed her rosy lips did she quiet down.

After the passionate kiss ended, Mom yawned and said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep more!"

I carried her to bed and said, "Little princess, have a good sleep! Recharge your energy for tonight's battle!"

"Mmm—" Mom gave a sweet, crisp, and coquettish "Mmm." Her little hands lightly pounded on my chest, and she complained, "Mmm...no more! Who wants to fight with you! My little sweetheart is almost dead from your fucking!"

I said, "Mom, you sleep, I'll go do my work."

"No, you take off your clothes and hug me while you sleep! You can leave after I fall asleep!" She held onto my hand tightly.

So I did as she said. When she started breathing evenly, I quietly left her to continue my homework.

Mom slept until seven o'clock.

The evening was still sweltering. My mother and I swam naked in the pool at home for half an hour. After showering, we went for a walk hand in hand on the rooftop, each with only a towel draped over our shoulders.

The rooftop was actually a sky garden, beautifully decorated with pavilions, winding railings, flowerbeds, stone paths, sculptures, and fountains. The night was incredibly beautiful; the sky was cloudless, the moon was bright, the stars were numerous, and a cool breeze was blowing.

We were both captivated by the stunning view and couldn't help but snuggle together, kissing softly. Two towels fluttered to the ground.

I had my mother lean against the railing and forcefully lifted her left leg.

"Ah..." My mother, caught off guard, lost her balance and gripped the railing tightly behind her back.

"Here it comes..." I aimed my penis at my mother's vulva

and thrust it in violently. "Ah...no...not on the balcony..." my mother cried out, shaking her head desperately. But with each powerful thrust, her lower body reacted sensitively, feeling an intense pleasure.

"Mmm...ah..." Mom let out a sweet moan, her breasts swaying with my movements. Lost in ecstasy, she involuntarily clung to my neck.

I thrust in and out hundreds of times with tremendous force, Mom's moans turning into involuntary screams, her cries pleading, "Faster! Please...harder...faster..."

"Hehehe!" I thrust with all my might. Mom tilted her head back, only able to stand on her tiptoes.

"Oh!" The continuous thrusts brought Mom to her peak in an instant; she cried out, her body convulsing.

But I continued thrusting relentlessly.

"Oh...it's coming again..." Under the intense impact, Mom's orgasms came wave after wave, reaching peak several times before she fell into a semi-conscious state, her body still swaying back and forth in sync with my movements.

I grabbed Mom's buttocks with both hands, lifting her body up.

She felt as if she were floating in the air, clinging tightly to my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist...

I stretched out my belly and strolled on the balcony. I would walk two or three steps, then stop, bouncing up and down as I thrust in and out, before resuming my stroll.

At this point, my enormous penis penetrated even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The intense pressure caused my mother to open her mouth slightly, tilting her head back to expose her snow-white neck, struggling to breathe due to the continuous waves of orgasm.

"Little beauty, is it good?" I asked as I thrust.

"Good..." she answered sweetly, her voice hazy.

"Sweetheart, want more?"

"Yes! I want more... faster..." She wrapped her legs around me, her face displaying a wanton, ecstatic expression.

After carrying my mother for about ten minutes, I went downstairs. With each step, I paused, her body sinking downwards due to inertia, my penis slamming deeply and heavily against her cervix, causing her to involuntarily let out a scream.

Back in the bedroom, I laid her on her back on the bed and began my final thrusts. I grabbed her legs, spreading them 180 degrees, and thrust in and out repeatedly.

My mother, despite her dementia, seemed to still have the strength to respond to my attacks, thrusting her chest high and twisting her snow-white buttocks.

"Oh... my darling... you're still squeezing tight!" I closed my eyes in ecstasy and launched a series of fierce attacks.

"Ugh... ah... I'm done..." My mother made a sound that was hard to tell if it was crying or panting, rotating her beautiful buttocks in sync with the thrusting of my penis.

"Ah... oh..." The mucous membrane inside her vagina enveloped my penis, drawing it in forcefully.

I roared and began to ejaculate violently.

When my mother's cervix felt the ejaculation, she immediately reached the peak of orgasm. Countless orgasms left her without the strength to even breathe.

I pulled out my shrunken penis. My mother's eyebrows were too weak to even twitch, her snow-white body limp on the bed.

...

That night, we made love in various positions until three in the morning, and my mother had a total of sixteen orgasms.

We were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. 10-12
(Ten)

After indulging in sex all night, although we hadn't done it during the day yesterday, we were still exhausted. This fatigue isn't entirely physical; I'm probably mentally exhausted too. Our mother-son relationship will be very delicate from now on, and I'm not fully prepared to accept what lies ahead.

I slept soundly last night, although I'm still unsure if I can continue to freely manipulate my mother's body, but after all, that body I so eagerly anticipated has already been violated. I got up especially early today and even made some sandwiches, waiting for my mother to wake up. The bedroom door opened, and my mother slowly walked into the living room…

“Ah! Mom, did you sleep well last night?” I sat at the dining table, carefully observing my mother's expression. My mother didn't answer my greeting. She glanced at the breakfast on the table, her body trembled slightly, and then she looked at me: “It was alright…! You made breakfast?” “Yes! I'll make it often in the future, so Mom won't have to work so hard.”

My sincere words seemed to touch my mother; her eyes softened with affection.

After her body was violated by her son, she received meticulous care in return. My mother seemed somewhat intoxicated by this feeling of being held in high esteem by a man. She nodded to me and went to wash her face and brush her teeth. A moment later, she returned to the table and we enjoyed a warm breakfast. I even squeezed the toothpaste onto her toothbrush for her, and before she even sat down, I got up to pull out a chair for her. This series of attentive actions made her feel flattered.

She silently put the sandwich into her mouth and ate it in small bites. I kept handing her napkins and sprinkling pepper on her, bustling around serving her. She knew, of course, that this was her reward for the physical pleasure I had given her. "Okay, Mom's full! You should eat too, don't just keep taking care of me..." her voice was gentle. I knew she wouldn't hold it against me for what happened the night before.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I said involuntarily, looking into her eyes. "Don't talk nonsense..." she said, lowering her head, her face flushed as she fiddled with the hem of her clothes. I gently walked over and hugged my mother's waist, my lips brushing against her earlobe. "Mom, will you marry me? I'll treat you like a princess." My mother seemed not to hear me, her head lowered even further, as if considering something very important.

"Weiwei, do you understand what you've done? Have you considered the consequences?" Her tone was clearly pre-planned; it seemed my mother had thought a lot about it last night. "Of course I understand. I love you more than anything, Mom. I truly love you!" "That's not what I'm asking you. You know... incest... is something society will condemn..." Hearing my open declaration of love again, my mother's tone softened even more, but when she said the word "incest," her voice suddenly deepened, and she shifted slightly in my arms.

"I know. Incest is unacceptable according to ethics, religion, and even relatives and friends." I had also considered this issue, and answered calmly. "You knew that, yet you still dared to do that to your mother?" My mother's tone rose, filled with surprise. "But Mom needs to understand one thing: my love for you is unconditional, and what we've done is entirely private. Even if outsiders find out, it won't hurt anyone. This is between us, mother and son; what business is it of outsiders? Why should we want to take on any responsibility?"

"No...no...if someone finds out, Mom will have no face to stay in this world..."

Although Mom still hadn't lifted her taboo against incest, her biggest fear was actually being found out by outsiders. I breathed a long sigh of relief: "Mom, it's just the two of us at home. If we don't say anything, who could possibly know?"

My mother's chest heaved, as if considering the rationality of what I said. I no longer hesitated, my tongue gently caressing her earlobe, my hand touching her breast. "Mom, I will love you well... don't worry so much..." My mother's breasts were gently kneaded by me, her breath hot, her body still resisting. "Mom, didn't you experience pleasure that night?" Like hypnosis, I gradually led my mother into a sea of lust.

My fingers slipped from her waistband into her vagina, already wet. My mother's tongue and mine intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva. My index finger had already slipped into the crevice, struggling to explore deeper under the envelope of her juices. My mother's thighs sometimes closed, sometimes opened...

"...Oh...mmm..." The signal of desire slowly emerged.

Taking advantage of my mother's dazed expression, I slowly took off her coat and shirt. At the same time, I unzipped my own pants... "Oh! Mom... you're so alluring..." I pulled my mother's trousers off her ankles, her dazzling white body trembling in my arms. I pulled my mother's fingers over and grasped my penis, the throbbing glans stimulating her palm.

"Ah...no...Mom...I'm not ready yet..." Just as I pulled my mother's panties down to her knees, she suddenly pushed me away with a burst of strength, pulling her panties back up to cover her overflowing vulva, standing awkwardly beside me. I was also extremely embarrassed, my penis erect, my clothes disheveled.

"Mom, what did I do wrong?" I asked blankly, then quickly stood up and hugged my mother. "No...Mom needs to think about it some more...I'll go wash up..." I was unwilling to let it end like this, holding my mother tightly to prevent her from moving, "Then I want to wash with Mom too." Last time I drugged and raped my mother against my will, I had decided that from now on, I would only have her consent before making love, and I would never force her. My

mother probably felt a little guilty because she had forcibly extinguished my desire. Hearing that I wanted to bathe with her, although she wasn't too willing, perhaps not wanting to disappoint me too much, she nodded with a blush, which was her agreement. "You have to promise not to bully Mom when we go in..."

Mom was still shy, unhooking her bra with her back to me, while I knelt behind her and gently pulled down her panties. I turned Mom's body to face me, our two naked bodies pressed together. Mom was half a head shorter than me, and her head was lowered even further. Taking Mom's breast in my mouth wasn't bullying, was it? Mom's desire seemed to be waning slowly; her nipples were still erect.

I poured some shower gel into my palm and applied it to Mom's vulva, carefully washing away the secretions. The warm water and the stimulation of my tongue made Mom's whole body flushed, making her look especially sexy and alluring. After washing her completely, I couldn't bear to let Mom go so easily, and I hugged her tightly. Mom hugged me back, but her lower body seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid my angry penis.

"Mom, I once fantasized about making love with you here when I was taking a bath alone!" "Here... such a small place is okay?" Mom looked up, quite surprised. Water droplets clung to her face, her cheeks flushed, and I swallowed hard. "Of course, and there are many more variations! Mom, do you want to try?" "Lies! Mom doesn't believe you..." "Mom, I really didn't lie to you..."

This must be what they call "a glimmer of hope after despair" in life, right? I turned off the shower, and without wiping the water droplets off my mother's body, I squatted down, my lips cupping her thick labia, my tongue probing inside her vagina. The slightly fishy-smelling vaginal fluid rekindled her waning desire. My mother grabbed my hair with both hands, her buttocks retreating to avoid the teasing of my tongue.

"Oh..." The previous lust hadn't subsided, and now there was an even stronger stimulation. Even with her strong willpower, my mother couldn't resist. I stood up, swept my mother's hair back, revealing her beautiful features, and dragged over a basin stand. I bent down and gently lifted one of my mother's long, slender, white legs, placing it on the basin stand. Everything was done with utmost care, as if I were holding a priceless work of art.

My mother's expression remained a mixture of shyness and curiosity, her eyes tightly closed as she silently allowed me to manipulate her. I wrapped her arms around my neck, supporting her slender waist, and with one hand, I pinched the head of my penis, guiding my already eager member down her thigh into her vagina. My mother clenched her teeth, her forehead pressed tightly against my chest, already appearing extremely excited even before the first thrust. Perhaps it was because it was the first time in her life that a man had entered her body while she was standing, making it too stimulating?

My hips thrust forward, penetrating my penis deeply into my mother's honey pot again and again. My mother's delicate body rose and fell with my thrusts. "Mom, is it more exciting than in bed?"

"...Hmm...I don't know, don't ask Mom questions like that again...ah..."

My mother frowned, her seductive moans rising higher and higher. There was a key word in my mother's words just now: "again."

It seems my sexual bliss will become more and more exciting in the future...

(XI)

Each time I thrust my hips upward, my penis penetrated deep into her vagina, reaching her uterus. My mother is shorter than me, and to maintain her balance, she skillfully tiptoed, lifting and lowering her body with each thrust. Our coordination, though still somewhat clumsy, was gradually improving. The moisture on our bodies, mixed with sweat, enveloped our naked forms, and my mother's fair, rosy skin intensely aroused my desire.

My thrusts grew heavier, my mother's entire weight supported by one leg, which, due to the disproportionate height, often had to lift its heel. In less than ten minutes, she was drenched in sweat. "Mom, are your legs tired?" I asked with concern, slowing my thrusts. "Mmm! My toes are sore..." she murmured, perhaps embarrassed by her own change of heart.

I took a towel and draped it over her smooth back, then gently pushed her, looking bewildered, against the wall. She still didn't understand what I was up to, her eyes wide. "Mom, this way you won't get tired..." I explained with a confident smile.

"Hold onto my neck! Don't worry..." Mom obediently did as I instructed. I pressed my lower abdomen against her, and at the same time, I lifted her up by her buttocks. Mom's whole body was suspended in the air, and her legs naturally hooked around my waist to maintain balance. My penis entered Mom's vagina again. Mom's back was against the wall, tightly hugging my neck, her full, round buttocks bearing the brunt of my fierce thrusts, with no room for resistance.

With her legs open, her entire buttocks were essentially sitting on my penis. This position made it difficult for me to be gentle with Mom. "Ah... Weiwei... mmm..." Mom was still calling my name in a state of deep arousal, and this scene excited me greatly. "Mom, is it comfortable..." "...Mmm..." A sound escaped from Mom's nose, I didn't know if it was agreement or just a response.

I didn't care about thinking about that anymore. After a whole night's rest, my youthful and vigorous stamina had been fully restored. Moreover, the fact that I was inserting my penis into my own mother's vagina gave me a wicked excitement. The strange result of this was that I seemed to gain an inexhaustible source of energy from thrusting inside my mother.

My mother had probably buried her sexuality too deeply for many years. Although her body had betrayed her, she was still desperately suppressing it, making her excited moans sound like sobs. "...Waaah...Weiwei!...

Mom...I'm not coming anymore..." I really didn't understand what my mother meant by "I'm not coming anymore."

Seeing my mother, who usually dressed very conservatively and behaved dignifiedly, being fucked so lewdly by me, I felt proud but also deeply stimulated. I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and my vas deferens felt numb and I was about to ejaculate. I used to fantasize in the bathroom about my mother leaning against the wall with her hands on the wall and her buttocks sticking out lewdly as I fucked her from behind. Today, I wanted to fulfill that wish. Now it seemed impossible. Making love with my mother was too stimulating, and I could no longer control the rhythm.

"Ah! Mom, I'm coming..." I pressed my mother tightly against the wall and gathered my last bit of energy to frantically thrust my waist into her delicate body. "Ugh...you naughty Weiwei...woo..." My mother's fists rained down on my back, and amidst her sobs, my glans twitched. "Thump thump thump," my semen shot into my mother's uterus.

My mother reached orgasm almost simultaneously with my ejaculation, marking the first time I had brought her to climax since we began our sexual encounter. It was indeed quite embarrassing to ejaculate beneath her own son; I finally understood what she meant by her earlier cry of "I don't want to come anymore." Our genitals were a mess, and we had to wash them again.

"...Mom's going out to buy some things...I'll be right back..." After resting in the living room for a while, my mother stammered softly, "What do you need? I'll go. Mom was tired just now and should rest." Of course, my mother understood what I meant by "just now," her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of shame and annoyance. She glared at me and went to change her shoes, leaving me, full of confusion, at home...

Things had progressed to this point; shouldn't that surveillance camera, which had served so well, finally be retired? Deep down, I felt ashamed about it; spying on my mother in this way was too wicked. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I went into my mother's bedroom, retrieved the camera, and unplugged the cable. It had taken me most of the day to install it, but disassembling it only took about ten minutes.

After sitting for a while, Mom came back. The moment her eyes met mine, she blushed crimson, greatly arousing my suspicion. Taking advantage of the brief moment Mom went to the bathroom, I practically leaped into the air and pounced on her purse.

Three boxes of birth control pills lay quietly inside. One was a short-term pill, taken after each sexual intercourse; the other two… the other two were long-term pills, one pill at the beginning and one at the end of each month.

Two whole boxes! Enough for a year of contraception! The ecstasy I felt was indescribable; those little pills had completely betrayed Mom's inner world. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw me grinning from ear to ear and was somewhat bewildered. Of course, she couldn't imagine that I dared to peek at her body, so how could I not dare to peek at her purse?

Tonight's dinner was exceptionally delicious. There's a saying, "A happy occasion makes one's spirits soar," and that perfectly described my current state. That evening, I held my mother on my lap while watching TV. Our intimate gestures hardly resembled those of a mother and son; they were more like those of a loving couple. "What will we do now? I've done something so shameful, I'm so embarrassed..." This was the sentence my mother repeated most often that night, in various tones.

I knew, of course, that she was seeking relief. Women are imaginative creatures; when anxious, if someone constantly dispels her doubts, she gradually gains a sense of security. With my gentle reassurance, my mother gradually calmed down, until I was about to carry her into the bedroom when she remembered her own feelings as a mother.

"No... Weiwei, put Mom down..." My mother struggled helplessly in my arms. "Why should I put her down? I said I wanted Mom to be my wife, we should sleep together..." "Sob... You want Mom, Mom can give herself to you, but we can't sleep together..." I gave my mother a gentle, wet kiss, silencing her.

The mysterious barrier between my mother and me slowly crumbled, and that night, I naturally tried some new positions.

Part of what I had fantasized about came true. I grabbed my mother's sexy, beautiful little feet by the ankles and placed them on my shoulders, pressing them against her lower abdomen. I kept her in this position for almost half an hour, her jade feet pointing high to the ceiling, swaying left and right with my vigorous thrusts.

My mother's moans were also more relaxed than before. I was determined to experience the feeling of conquering my mother, but I knew that this was only the beginning of our long life together...

"June 14th, Cloudy"

I coaxed and tricked my mother into sleeping with me. Writing in my diary might not be so convenient in the future. Because I don't want my mother to see this yet, never. I want this diary to be a permanent memento.

The day before yesterday, my mother and I made love in the bathroom. We used a position other than traditional one for the first time. When I was thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina, she cleverly used tiptoeing and twisting her waist to cooperate. This action surprised me greatly, because my mother knew how to use these techniques to compensate for her height disadvantage when using a position she had never used before, which shows that my mother has considerable potential in bed skills.

Just thinking about personally teaching my mother how to make love makes me incredibly excited. However, I must do it skillfully, so that my mother thinks she figured it all out herself. The night before last, I put my mother's beautiful legs on my shoulders and pressed them down onto her lower abdomen. Usually, most women would complain of leg pain after a short time in this position, but my mother actually let me penetrate her for almost half an hour without any complaints, which was amazing...

My mother was a martial arts actress in the Yue Opera troupe, and it seems that her body is still flexible and agile. It would be a waste of my mother's figure not to do some difficult moves. On the other hand, my mother is now forty years old and only knows how to make love in the most traditional position. I think I have an obligation to let my mother fully experience the pleasure of sex. "

(12)

"Weiwei, Mom is back. Where are you?" My mother looked for me as she took off her shoes as soon as she entered the door. "I'm taking a shower. Do you want to shower with me, Mom?" I opened the bathroom door a crack and called out loudly. "Hmph! If I go in, I won't be bullied by you. I won't fall for it..." My mother cried out in a high-pitched voice, and her clear laughter and scolding echoed in the room.

"Hey! I'm going to bully Mom anyway tonight, might as well surrender now. Hehe..." I joked blatantly in the bathroom. For the next few days after we slept together, nothing changed for Mom—whether she was at the theater, running into acquaintances at the supermarket, or just going to work. At first, Mom was constantly on edge, like a thief, but then she realized it wasn't like that at all; her life hadn't been affected by incest in the slightest.

She then began to understand my words: this kind of thing is extremely private, a completely personal act, and wouldn't hurt anyone else. After realizing this, Mom's mood suddenly brightened, and her sense of taboo lessened. Of course, it was also thanks to my efforts; Mom hadn't experienced the pleasures of sex for over ten years. Sex is an important part of life, and now, with this unexpected high-quality sex life, Mom's life was no longer incomplete. Although we could only do it secretly, Mom was already satisfied.

In just a few days, Mom's jokes with me suddenly became much more open, but her performance in bed remained reserved; she clearly wanted to moan loudly but suppressed it. Thankfully, although Mom didn't say anything, she was actually very curious about my new tricks. I had already tried entering her body from behind while lying on my side, and she had even rubbed against me several times while sitting on my lap, and she did it quite vigorously.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Oh dear, aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Put some clothes on!" Although it wasn't very hot today, it wasn't that bad either, and Mom seemed to be making a fuss. "Mom, do you think everyone is like you, wrapped up so tightly in this heat..." "No good deed goes unpunished, I'm ignoring you..." Mom pretended to be unhappy and turned her head to the side.

"Okay, okay, Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me!" I said with a grin as I held Mom's beautiful feet in my hands and played with them. Her smooth, snow-white skin was lustrous, and the capillaries under the skin were faintly visible. Her several crystal-clear toes were exquisite, and her arches formed a beautiful curve. My mother's beautiful feet captivated me. "Mom, you know, I used to get an erection just looking at your sexy little feet." I brought her toes close, almost touching my face.

"Why?" My mother seemed puzzled. She probably noticed that when I made love with her legs on my shoulders, I would often tilt my head to suck my toes and lick my soft, ticklish soles with my tongue. My mother knew I liked her feet, but she didn't necessarily know why. "That's because Mom used to dress too formally, with only a little skin showing on her body. But Mom especially liked wearing sandals. Feet are the most exposed part of the body, and I was so infatuated with Mom's body, so I could only look at them and quench my thirst..."

My mother laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Ha...ha...quench your thirst by looking at them? Is that how you use idioms?"

I was a little embarrassed by my mother's laughter, but my hands continued to stroke my mother's soles and arches. "Mom, why are you wearing so many clothes outside? Someone as beautiful as me should dress more fashionably, shouldn't I?" "What? Do you think I'm old and dowdy?" Mom's face fell, and she seemed genuinely angry.

"Oh, why would Mom think that? I mean, Mom is beautiful, elegant, and has such a captivating figure. If she dressed up nicely, she'd definitely have a ton of suitors. That would make me look so lucky and discerning, able to stay with a beauty like Mom forever." I blurted this out, and Mom's mood brightened, her face sparkling. "Actually, Mom can't really explain why. She's just been like this since she was young, as if she thinks it's not good for a woman to dress too fashionably..."

This was a strange phenomenon I needed to figure out, and I also needed to understand why women my mother's age seemed so sexually illiterate. There must be very complicated reasons. Although Dad passed away early, they were married for ten years, and in my childhood memories, Dad and Mom were loving and inseparable.

Whenever I ejaculated inside Mom's uterus and collapsed onto her fleshy breasts, panting, Mom tenderly wiping away my sweat was the most docile moment of her day. It was in this state that I slowly began to uncover some of Dad and Mom's past. It wasn't exactly tragic, but it was poignant and left me deeply moved.

My father was fifteen years older than my mother, a scholar specializing in economics… My mother was only seventeen that year, a typical May-December romance. My mother, filled with admiration for my father, prematurely gave him her virginity… Not long after, my father took my mother on a trip to a nearby county. They were caught making love in a hotel room. It turned out the local police had issued a notice requesting public cooperation in combating human trafficking.

My father, a refined middle-aged scholar, and my mother, a delicate young girl, attracted the attention of security personnel. When the police raided the room, they were found naked and making love, and since they didn't have a marriage certificate, they were both taken to the police station. Of course, it was easily cleared up; my parents were law-abiding citizens and were immediately released. This was perfectly understandable; the police were fulfilling their duty, and my parents were indeed living together unmarried—just an awkward misunderstanding.

Most people would probably adjust to this after a while, but things didn't turn out that way. Not long after, my mother became pregnant. My father, a minor celebrity in academia, was very concerned about his image. In those days, people lacked entertainment and constantly gossiped about their public display of sexual prowess, often exaggerating the incident. Coupled with my father's introverted nature, he was likely greatly frightened when someone broke down the door at the crucial moment, leaving him unable to ejaculate. The consequence was that he developed impotence, permanently losing his ability to have sex…

My mother became a mother at eighteen, and she was beautiful. Constantly burdened by gossip, the psychological pressure became too heavy, and she developed a fear of sex, keeping it a secret. She never dared to wear fashionable clothes again, fearing being called a vixen behind her back. Sadly, their wedding was held in secret, without even receiving blessings from their elders.

Afterwards, my parents lived under the scrutiny of society. Finally, when I was four years old, they came to the city where my mother and I now live. They try to avoid contact with others, living a life that resembles seclusion. It's a modern-day version of "gossip is a fearsome thing"...

When I was 10, my father was diagnosed with a terminal illness and left my mother behind. My mother raised me alone, but she always maintained her old ways, avoiding contact with people as much as possible. Relatives and friends would only exchange letters occasionally every few years. No wonder I don't remember my mother having any friends.

I finally learned the secret I wanted to know. If it weren't for the twist of fate that I ended up sleeping with my mother, I might never have known these things. Now that I know, how can I bear to let my mother still carry that unpleasant past alone? No wonder my mother's bedroom skills are so bad; she hasn't had much sex life at all.

No wonder my mother always dresses so conservatively; she used to be gossiped about behind her back. It seems that to dispel the shadow in my mother's heart, we probably have to go to another city, because I'm afraid that my mother will fall into another kind of anxiety after sleeping with me. Maybe I have to find another unfamiliar city and completely plan a new life with my mother. Can I do it? ...

(Thirteen)

After revealing the long-buried past to the person she trusts and is closest to, my mother changed slightly.

Although I still refused to dress too fashionably and resolutely avoided skirts, the colors of my clothes became somewhat brighter. I also began to seriously consider the feasibility of leaving this city. I was confident I could support my mother, but it would definitely be difficult at first, and I didn't want her to suffer even the slightest bit.

"Mom, I've been quite busy with work lately, and I might have to work overtime often!" "Okay, Mom will cook more delicious food, don't overwork yourself..." My mother didn't notice anything. I reduced the frequency of our sex life because I took on another part-time job selling insurance. I needed money!

I definitely underestimated my mother, thinking I could hide everything from her. My mother had long suspected it. Before, I had inexhaustible energy with her, often making her sweat profusely while my penis remained rock hard. Lately, it wasn't the same. No matter how young I am, my stamina is always limited. To earn more money, I worked harder than anyone else, often exceeding my physical limits.

Looking at my sexy and alluring mother lying beside me, I couldn't possibly be as eager as before, sometimes needing to make love to her two or three times a night to be satisfied. My mother began to suspect that I had a younger woman outside. "Weiwei, something's not right lately. Tell Mom, what have you been doing outside all this time..." "Nothing, didn't I tell you, I often work overtime at the company!" I was still covering up, I couldn't tell my mother the truth, otherwise she would be sad, I absolutely couldn't let my mother be sad.

"Before, you were always home when I got off work, but lately I often don't see you. And at night... you've been less..." My mother couldn't really say that I had been satisfying her less often lately, but that's what she was thinking.

"Want what? What do you mean less? Mom..." I stared at my mother with a wicked smile, avoiding her question.

"Don't change the subject, the other day, sometimes when I got home before I had even changed my shoes, you... you pushed someone against the wall and bullied them..." Although my mother was angry inside, she blushed when she recalled those scenes. Before I had sex with my mother, when she came home and changed into slippers with only two thin straps on the upper,

she would hang her handbag on the coat hanger on her tiptoes. Her buttocks would be raised, her trouser legs would be lifted, revealing a small section of her fair and smooth calves, and her heels would be raised, revealing her tender soles. This scene once aroused my animalistic desires. After sleeping with my mother, of course I wouldn't let go of this past dream. Several times I pushed my mother against the wall, unbuckled her belt, and made her bend over so I could thrust my penis into her from behind and fuck her hard. My mother's exaggerated screams and cries satisfied me time and time again, and of course I remember these scenes.

"Oh... is it because I didn't bully Mom more often? So Mom likes being bullied by me..." Although my tone was light, I felt that I couldn't get away with it. "Waaah..." My mother cried out. "Do you... think Mom is too old and don't like Mom anymore... sob sob..." "No!..." I hugged my mother's thin shoulders and comforted her softly.

"Mom, actually, I've taken on another job. I want to earn more money!" "Aren't we doing just fine now? What do you need so much money for?" "Mom, isn't it good to have more money?" I kissed my mother's smooth neck, the unique fragrance of a mature woman filling my nostrils. "Having more money is certainly a good thing, but you also need to be able to enjoy it. How can you enjoy life if your health is ruined?"

I may have really underestimated my mother before, and her words left me speechless. It seemed that I had to tell the truth: "Mom, actually, I want to take you away from this city. I don't want you to live under the shadow of your youth. I want you to be happy, to be able to make friends and socialize like an ordinary woman, to be able to wear the clothes you like and travel the world without having to worry about what others think..."

My mother cried even more sadly, tears falling like a broken string of beads. "Weiwei, my darling, it's all my fault, I misunderstood you..." "Don't cry, Mom. I promised I'd do my best to make you happy for the rest of my life." "Leave this city? Have you thought about it? Your classmates, colleagues, and friends are here. You're familiar with everything here. Living in a strange city isn't as easy as you imagine. You'll have to spend a lot of time adapting... I've felt that way before!"

My gaze was somewhat hazy, as if I were planning a different life. My tone held a maturity beyond my years: "I've thought about everything you said, Mom, but I need nothing but you in this life. No matter the unfamiliar environment, I'll be happy as long as I can live with you." My mother gently kissed my face and head, her gaze becoming serious. Perhaps in her eyes, I suddenly seemed mature and unfamiliar, no longer the "bad boy" who only knew how to seek pleasure.

"Mom is very moved. I raised you with so much effort, and now that you have this thought, I'd die content. Don't work two jobs anymore. Tomorrow, I'm going to the bank vault to retrieve some things, some things that rightfully belong to you. You'll understand then." Looking at my mother's solemn expression, I increasingly felt that she wasn't the simple woman she seemed; she had secrets…

"Mom, lie on the bed, can you do it to me from behind?" "Mmm!" My mother knelt on the bed, knees open, her buttocks raised, quietly waiting for my entry. For my mother, this was a lewd and shameful position, yet it was also the position I longed for most. Before, just mentioning it to my mother would make her blush and her heart race; she would never allow me to enter her in this position.

My hands gripped her plump, white buttocks, and my hard penis parted her labia, plunging deep into her vagina. With a powerful thrust, her body swayed forward. Her plump, elastic buttocks, bearing the fierce impact of my lower abdomen, made a dull thud. I spread her buttocks as wide as I could, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper, deeper still.

"Mom, do you like it... Oh... This is the scene I've been fantasizing about for so long... Mom's buttocks are so beautiful, so white and elastic..." I panted, venting my desire on her body. "Mmm... It's so deep...

" Her straight hair hung down to her chest, fluttering wildly as I fucked her.

Leaning forward, I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. "Ah... Ah..." Her sensitive areas were being attacked, her buttocks twisting from side to side, uncontrollably releasing waves of pleasure. Her juices flowed down her smooth inner thighs, tears streaming down her face.

"Mmm! Weiwei, the nickname Mom gave you...you really are...truly magnificent...oh..."

Her ecstatic moans further fueled my desire, pleasure coursing through my body, the head of my penis throbbing against her cervix from the prolonged, intense contact. Mom's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her face pressed against the bed, her buttocks swaying wantonly, occasionally glancing back at my excited expression. After a long while, I finally exhausted myself, squeezing my penis into her buttocks, the milky white semen shooting onto Mom's round buttocks, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin, a truly intoxicating sight...

"Look, this is what your dad left for you, telling me to give it to you personally when you grow up. I was originally thinking of giving it to you in a few more years...but it's all yours anyway, so I might as well give it to you now!" Mom came home carrying a box, which she had kept in a bank vault all along, and today she took it home.

"Oh...oh...I can't believe it..." It turns out that since moving to this city, Dad has been trading stocks with various experts. Having studied economics, he gradually summarized some patterns and repeatedly profited from stock investments. Looking at the long trading records, I feel that behind every fund movement lies a fascinating story of wits and courage.

Take the stocks Dad left behind, for example; studying them is a very interesting subject. The stocks Dad left me are divided into three parts: one-third are government bonds, which are the slowest-appreciating but least risk-free investment. Unless the country ceases to exist, government-issued bonds will never be unredeemed.

Another third are mutual funds, which offer minimal returns but low risk, making them suitable for long-term investment. As long as you are patient enough to hold them, they will eventually appreciate in value. The last third are stocks in traditional industries. These stocks won't make you rich overnight, but they also almost never cause you to lose everything overnight; they represent a balanced investment with risk and reward.

Many people understand these investment methods, including myself. However, few can resist the temptation of overnight returns, so many people make money but lose it all due to a gambler's mentality. The documents left behind reveal what a calm and wise man my father was. Ten years have passed, and the documents that seemed to appreciate slowly back then have now more than doubled in value. No wonder my beautiful and charming mother was so devoted to him at the age of seventeen. With this money, I can take my mother and fly away...

(XIV)

I had originally considered trying my best before leaving with my mother, but now that I have the capital, it seems I can move forward. The company I worked for was a private enterprise, so I resigned quickly. My mother's Yue Opera troupe, however, was a state-owned enterprise, and the relevant procedures were quite complicated. Before the procedures were approved, my mother had to go to the troupe every day, while I stayed at home, eagerly studying the wealth left by my father.

As my research deepened, I admired my father more and more. This wealth, which could be considered an inheritance, was nothing to a tycoon. Yet it was enough for my mother and me to live comfortably for half our lives, and it was all created with a mere two thousand yuan in initial capital. My father kept a record of every successful or unsuccessful transaction and analyzed the reasons for the success or failure. The notes vividly illustrated the ruthlessness and coldness of business warfare, as well as the unbelievable strategies.

"Weiwei! Where do you think we should settle down?" Mom nestled close to me, stroking my ear.

"Oh! Mom, you decide everything. I'll listen to you..." My eyes were glued to the notebook, not blinking. It described how Dad deduced, from a short news segment (less than three minutes), that the government would fully support domestic mobile phones.

At that time, foreign brands were unrivaled; no domestic company could develop mobile phones, but that didn't mean they couldn't possess some technology. So, he pooled funds to buy a large number of shares in companies with communication chip manufacturing technology. Later, as predicted, the stocks he held soared... Dad was brilliant! This was a classic example of the "indirect attack" strategy summarized by ancient military strategists...

"Should we bring our current furniture with us? We've grown attached to it over time, sigh..."

"Whatever...whatever..." I was still immersed in that brilliant operation, not yet recovered.

"What are you looking at? So engrossed..." Mom tilted her head playfully, blocking my view. Since our illicit affair, this was the first time my mother hadn't received the queen-like attention she was receiving, and she felt a little resentful.

"Hey! It's nothing. I was just thinking I can't let the legacy Dad left behind go to waste. I want to...follow Dad's path...Mom, do you have a problem with that?"

"Of course not. You're the only man in the family now. Mom wants...a man to spend her life with. Mom will listen to you." My mother rested her head on my lap, her fingers stroking my thigh, her warm breath seeming to irritate my penis through the fabric.

I really wanted to pull out my penis and shove it into my mother's mouth, which could produce a high-pitched voice, but I figured she definitely couldn't accept it, at least not psychologically. Because I had intentionally or unintentionally told her before that oral sex was wonderful. My mother was extremely shocked, saying how could one do such a thing with their mouth, forgetting that she was often licked by me until she was overflowing with vaginal fluid...

"Mom, how about this, you just tell me when you've chosen a city, and I'll take care of everything else." Forcing back my desire, I stroked my mother's dark hair.

"Really? My Weiwei is so capable, he doesn't even need his mother to worry about something as troublesome as finding a place to live? Finding a place in a city we know nothing about is really difficult. I estimate we'd have to stay in hotels for over a month before we could find anything suitable..." Mom chuckled, a hint of mockery in her voice.

"Hehe! Your son's got some skills, like making his mother cry in bed all the time..." Mom had always been hesitant to moan loudly, only sobbing inexplicably when she felt too suppressed. At first, I thought it was because I was being rough, but later I realized it was her way of releasing pleasure, and I got used to it. Perhaps my usually dignified mother felt that moaning loudly under her son was too lewd, and crying was more natural!

"You feel proud of making your mother cry? You're so heartless..."

"But I think when Mom cries, her lower body is also affected, and some other things come out too..."

"...Ah..." Mom covered her face, burying her face in her groin in embarrassment. I understood perfectly and pushed her down onto the sofa, stripping her of her clothes...

"Uh...not here, let's go to Mom's room..."

"Mom, it's not like we've done this here before..." I parted Mom's long, beautiful legs, knelt on the floor,

and inserted my swollen penis into her honey pot. The leather of the sofa rubbed against our sweat-covered skin, making a sharp sound. I pulled out my wet penis and pressed it against Mom's deep, narrow cleavage, squeezing her plump breasts tightly against it, creating a valley.

Mom's snow-white, elastic breasts flushed an alluring red under the friction of my penis, her nipples remaining hard. Desperate to shove my penis into Mom's mouth, I deliberately pressed the head of my penis against her chin and lips several times. "Hmm..." As if sensing my intention, Mom turned her head away from my penis. I reached behind her and inserted my fingers into her vagina, gently teasing her clitoris.

Her sensitive clitoris hardened like a nipple under the caresses of my fingers, which were coated with her juices. "...Ugh...

Ugh..." Mom started sobbing again, her legs clamping tightly around my wrist. One hand kneaded her free breast—quite an improvement; Mom had learned to use her palm to accelerate her orgasm.

Unconsciously, Mom was becoming the bed goddess that men couldn't resist, her skills in bed becoming increasingly adept.

I smiled as I enjoyed Mom's body until my semen sprayed onto her high breasts. Her breasts, covered in fluid, glistened, and two small, dark brown nipples stood erect on the areolas. This sight allowed me to once again appreciate the charm of a mature woman...

After two weeks, Mom's paperwork was completed, and the city where we would live was chosen by Mom and finalized by me. Mom and Dad were from the North, but we would move to the Central region later. Now we can only continue migrating south. "Guangzhou is too bustling, and the weather is unbearably hot. How about the Yunnan-Guizhou border?"

"Okay, we'll do whatever you say, Mom..." The plan is about to be implemented, and my mother and I are both in high spirits.

On the map, we point our fingers together to a medium-sized city, where my mother and I will build our love nest. A brand new life is about to begin. I find a local real estate agency.

"Hello, could I speak to the duty manager? I have something urgent to discuss..."

"Sure, please wait a moment."

"Hello! I need to find a house in your area."

"Thank you for choosing our agency. Please provide your basic information..."

"No need. I'd like you to find me a place to live privately. In addition to the standard fee, I'll pay you two months' salary after the job is done."

"Oh... well... according to regulations, we can't do business with clients privately... of course..."

"Besides a good environment, most importantly, I hope that unless I'm happy, no one else, including the neighbors, will have any interest in knowing anything about the homeowner..."

"Of course... of course... I understand..."

"Thank you... also, I can pay both the house price and your fee in cash..."

The call ended, and Mom looked astonished. "What's wrong, Mom?" I pulled Mom onto my lap and gently stroked her shoulder.

"Your expression and tone just now had an indescribable air of competence. I thought something difficult was going to be a problem, but you solved it so easily, just like your father..." Mom looked surprised, her mouth agape.

My heart skipped a beat. Ever since I started studying the wealth my father left behind, I felt my thinking was gradually becoming more like his. I wondered what my father would think if he knew in the afterlife that I had brought the woman he loved to his bed? What was particularly embarrassing was that my mother had learned many erotic positions for me to play with, positions that my father had never experienced...

(15)

A few days later, the duty manager called enthusiastically, saying that he had found several houses and hoped I would come and take a look. Perhaps looking at the houses was a pretense; I hadn't left him anything except my phone number, so he probably didn't want to do anything pointless. At least he needed to confirm whether I was playing him! I told my mother to wait quietly at home, and I flew to that faraway place. A place that suited my tastes perfectly, all of them were miniature villas, each house surrounded by some green vegetation.

The manager told me ambiguously that many owners here used the houses to keep mistresses, keep lovers, or for lustful purposes. Therefore, most residents avoided visiting each other's houses and never inquired about each other's affairs. He looked at me as he spoke, probably wondering what use a house like this would be for someone my age. He certainly couldn't imagine that the young man before him was someone who was breaking taboos and preparing to share a lifelong intimate relationship with his mother.

"Mom, I'm home..." As soon as we entered the house, we embraced tightly; the brief separation brought us even closer. I excitedly described the place to my mother, telling her that I had completed all the formalities and was ready to move in anytime. My mother was very pleased that I had found a house with such a "special" environment and immediately booked a flight for the next day.

"It's really hard to leave; we've lived here for sixteen years..." My mother held my hand, showing us around. Many pieces of furniture were already covered with cloth, and our luggage was packed—just two suitcases. "Should we bring a few more clothes?" My mother glanced at the wardrobe, seemingly reluctant to part with the clothes she didn't even have a single dress in.

"No, we're going to start a new life. I'm going to dress Mom up beautifully over there, making all the men envious of me..." I said resolutely, determined to make sure Mom completely shed the shadows left from her youth.

"Oh! Don't get me any revealing clothes, Mom won't wear those..."

"Hehe, it's okay if she wears them at home, anyway, it's only for me to see..."

"Mom, shouldn't we... go say goodbye to Dad..." I said softly, though I didn't want to spoil Mom's mood, I had to say it.

In the beginning, Mom and I were both immersed in lust, our minds more focused on alleviating our guilt while fully enjoying the forbidden, alternative pleasure. Later, with the inheritance coming to light, Dad entered our lives. Every time I was inside Mom's vagina, the thought of Dad would give me a sudden shock, after all, I was playing with my mother's body, even though it brought even more exciting sensations. But afterwards, something always felt strange... I believe Mom felt the same way.

Several times, Mom would passionately wrap her jade-like legs around my waist, calling me "husband," her expression a mixture of excitement and guilt. At those moments, I would involuntarily and wildly ravage her body. Dad's shadow became both a source of unease and a powerful aphrodisiac. This might be the unique mindset brought about by incest between mother and son…

"Dad, forgive me and Weiwei for everything we've done. He… he looks so much like you… We're about to leave this city, please bless us!" Mom confessed tearfully before Dad's memorial tablet.

"Dad, please forgive me. Mom is so captivating, I couldn't control myself. But I'm definitely not just after Mom's beauty; I love Mom, and I will spend my life making her happy…" I prayed silently.

"Mom, let's go home!" Taking advantage of the cemetery being deserted, I put my arm around Mom's waist, and we both put on sunglasses and went home. "Mom, don't be sad. Dad also wants you to live a happy life, right?" Typical self-comfort, but I couldn't find a better excuse.

"Yes, yes..." Mom chimed in, offering a flimsy excuse for the incest.

His guilt had barely lessened when desire surged again. He'd been immersed in the joy of moving since returning home, and his testicles, full of semen from not seeing Mom for days, began to throb again. "Mom, tonight is our last night in this city, we should celebrate."

"How do you want to celebrate?"

"Besides Mom's body, I don't seem interested in anything else..."

"Haven't you touched Mom's body enough?" Mom glanced at me, her shy and coy expression igniting my desire. "But I can never get enough of Mom's body..." I grabbed Mom's clothes and pulled them apart, pushing her bra up, and Mom's two full breasts bounced out. My lips took her breasts in, seemingly unable to fully savor that maternal fragrance.

"No...not today..." Mom gripped my hand that was reaching for her vulva, panting but her tone firm.

"Mom's on her period today..."

"Oh..." I felt a great sense of disappointment; it seemed I wouldn't be able to properly enjoy Mom on my last night away from this city.

"Are you disappointed?" After showering, Mom held my hand and stroked her cheek, asking somewhat apologetically.

"No...really not...there will be plenty of opportunities later..." I smiled and comforted Mom.

Mom's damp hair clung to half of her cheek; her freshly cleansed skin, still damp, greedily absorbed the fresh air. A slight wrinkle at the corner of her mouth faded as her lips curved into a smile, disappearing into her slightly radiant face. The thin straps of her pale yellow slippers accentuated the arches of her feet, making them appear even more smooth and supple after being soaked in hot water. Actually, admiring her beauty was a great pleasure in itself.

She leaned closer, looking up at me. "Weiwei, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you."

"Mom, don't worry about it. I really don't care. We're starting a new life together, and I'm so excited!"

she said softly, pouting against me, a hint of coquettishness in her expression. Her face, etched with the marks of time, radiated a mature allure that I couldn't resist. While I tried to comfort her, my groin involuntarily swelled, gently tapping her lower abdomen. She lowered her head and gently pulled my penis out from under my underwear. My

engorged, hard glans was purplish-red, and I felt a pang of embarrassment at my insincerity. Warm fingers encircled my penis, moving it gently up and down, so lightly and tenderly. "Does it feel good?" Mom asked playfully, lifting her face. Her moist lips trembled slightly, causing my glans to shudder.

"I feel good no matter what Mom does..." I cupped Mom's cheek with one hand, gently stroking her lips with my thumb and then slipping my finger inside for her to suck. Mom understood the strong suggestion, opening her mouth as if to bite my finger, but I quickly pulled it away from her teeth.

"Don't push it in too far..." Mom warned me shyly, glancing at my penis. Before she finished speaking, I pressed her head between my legs.

Mom struggled awkwardly for a moment, then closed her eyes and took my glans into her mouth. Her warm breath sprayed onto my glans as she clumsily twisted her neck. Soon, fluid mixed with saliva from my glans spilled from the corner of her mouth. "Mmm...so good..." I encouraged Mom.

My mother, having trained her singing for years, possessed naturally flexible mouth muscles, allowing her oral cavity to open wider than most to create resonance and produce various high and low tones. But today, her mouth wasn't filled with air, but with the glans of her own son.

"Mom, can you take some more in?"

"Mmm..." A note escaped her throat as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the entire glans along with a section of the penis.

Her two rabbit teeth gently scraped against the foreskin, sending a tingling, itchy sensation shooting from the penis all the way to her brain. My mother used all her oral muscles to skillfully suck on the glans, giving the penis immense stimulation. A professionally trained mouth is truly different from an ordinary one; even without moving her head, the muscles in her mouth seemed to be able to gently undulate the penis.

I couldn't help but press my mother's head down, pushing the penis a little further into her throat. My mother spat out the penis as if electrocuted, patting her chest and coughing dryly. I was so startled my face turned pale: "I'm sorry, Mom, I got too excited just now..."

Mom rolled her eyes at me, then smiled and asked, "Do you only feel satisfied if Mom takes the whole thing in?"

I nodded, blushing, not realizing for a moment that Mom was actually teasing me. It was my first time giving a man oral sex, and it felt so new. "How can I possibly swallow something this long?" I muttered to myself as I took his penis into my mouth again, a gesture that moved me deeply. I almost gave up when Mom pretended to vomit, but she gave me oral sex again because I liked it, and I was so excited that I dared not move my hips anymore.

Even though Mom opened her mouth wide, the tips of her two slightly longer rabbit teeth inevitably touched the foreskin, gently scraping it and making me feel incredibly good. "Ah... Mom... lick it for me with your tongue..." My human greed was on full display. I had just decided not to ask Mom to do anything anymore, to let her do whatever she wanted, but after a while, I couldn't resist wanting even greater stimulation.

My mother's tongue deftly moved within her mouth, licking the surface of my glans repeatedly. The urethra continued to secrete fluid; her taste buds must have sensed the faint saltiness, and she frowned, unsure whether to swallow or spit it out. More and more saliva accumulated on her tongue, overflowing from the corners of her mouth and glistening on my penis.

My heavy breathing, with my face tilted back, amused my mother. Before, during sex with my mother, I was usually the one in control, but today I was completely passive. My mother probably hadn't expected her to arouse me so much with her mouth, and she swallowed and spit even more vigorously.

Suddenly, her tongue pushed out my penis. I was slightly startled, not understanding what was happening, when my mother had already slightly propped herself up, tilted her head, and her two plump lips parted, horizontally holding my penis, licking it from side to side like a harmonica. "Ah..." My pleasure didn't come entirely from this method of play, but rather from my amazement at her quick thinking and adaptability.

My penis couldn't penetrate deep into her throat, so my mother's lips gripped it, rubbing it horizontally from left to right and then from right to left, her tongue constantly licking the foreskin as her lips moved. My mother was truly a genius in bed, always finding unexpected techniques to satisfy me. This way, the base of my penis could also enjoy the caresses of my mother's lips.

As if she knew my heart, she would blow on it horizontally for a while, then turn her head and take the glans and part of the penis into her mouth, playing with it, then spit it out and blow on it horizontally again, occasionally stimulating my testicles with the tip of her tongue. I began to feel the intense stimulation, my waist slightly heaving back and forth to increase the friction.

My breathing became increasingly labored, "...Ugh..." I suddenly opened my mouth, exhaling and trying to pull my penis away from my mother's lips, but she held the base of my penis, insisting on taking a large part of it into her mouth and vigorously playing with it, her head bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice, her throat also making indistinct sounds.

My mother actually wanted me to ejaculate in her mouth! Oh! Unbelievable… I pressed my mother's head down, trembling, and the thick semen I'd been holding back for days shot into her mouth. My mother hissed softly, the distinctive fishy smell of semen making her uncomfortable. It took me a long time to finish before I pulled my penis out and wiped it on her face, looking like I wasn't quite satisfied.

My mother probably considered swallowing the semen, but the strong fishy smell made her nauseous, so she finally ran to the bathroom and spat out all the cloudy liquid she'd been holding in her mouth for so long. I felt uncomfortable hearing my mother coughing outside; she seemed to have sacrificed so much for me… After tidying everything up, my mother came out of the bathroom with a smile and sat down next to me.

"Weiwei, are you satisfied now? Mommy really put in a lot of effort…" My mother had been somewhat uneasy because her period was coming, preventing her from fulfilling my wish to have one last time in this city. But seeing that I had ejaculated more semen than usual, she became happy again.

"Dear Mom, you did a great job, you're amazing. It was just so hard on you just now."

"Mom would do anything for you..." Mom lay on my lap, her rosy cheeks showing a hint of girlish allure. Having taken the initiative for the first time, Mom seemed to be experiencing the thrill of conquest, her proud expression lingering on her face for a long time...

(Sixteen)

We finally arrived in a completely unfamiliar city. From the moment we got off the plane, Mom's hand was always on my arm, a gesture that further solidified my belief that Mom was about to undergo a complete transformation and begin a new life.

The next few days were spent buying necessities, but my focus was mainly on buying clothes for Mom.

A little over a week later, we strolled hand-in-hand in the residential garden…

“Mom, do you like it here?”

“Yes…” Mom’s voice still carried a hint of excitement. Autumn had arrived. Mom’s hair was styled in a high bun, a thin white wool sweater over a floral vest, and a well-tailored beige long skirt that perfectly accentuated her hips and waist, making her look elegant and graceful.

The residential area was always so quiet. I encountered several couples like us, mostly older men with younger women; it was rare to see older women with younger men. The environment here suggested it would be a very tranquil place, free from noise, gossip, and the need for anyone to pry into your privacy.

"Mom, look at that couple..." Mom followed my finger and looked into the distance. A handsome young man parked his car in front of their house, and a tall, graceful middle-aged woman stepped out. "Maybe they're a mother-son couple like us..."

"Oh...you rascal, are you afraid people won't know we're mother and son?" Mom covered my mouth, looking terrified.

I'd used nearly half of Dad's assets. Besides buying a house and some necessities, I used a portion of the remainder for practical experience. I opened an account at a securities exchange in the city and applied for a VIP room. I would go to the VIP room twice a day, morning and afternoon, to watch the market trade, the red and green prices constantly staging an invisible battle.

Mom, with nothing to do all day, often went shopping or went to the local theater. Days passed, and my performance was far from what Dad had hoped for. Perhaps it was because I was young and impetuous, easily falling into the bookmaker's trap. But how could I mature without the baptism of fire? At least I had received some rewards. My greatest asset was my youth; with more experience, I was sure I would do much better.

"Mom, a lot of people are secretly staring at you, aren't they?" I told Mom with a smile in the Western restaurant.

"Nonsense, I only saw you staring at Mom with lustful eyes..." Mom said, but quickly glanced around. Seeing someone's gaze meet hers and then quickly look away, Mom covered her mouth and chuckled, quite pleased with her handiwork.

Every time I accompanied Mom out, I would try to encourage her to wear more fashionable clothes. In fact, Mom had changed a lot since coming to the new environment, and I always complimented her whenever she wore nice clothes. Gradually, Mom went astray. After more than a month, not only were her clothes constantly changing, but she was also very keen on changing her image. Basically, anyone who loves beauty usually has some knowledge of clothing.

Today, while flipping through a fashion magazine, Mom was struck by inspiration and indulged in another moment of ecstasy. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, and she wore an expensive light gray suit with a knee-length hem—the cut elegant and dignified yet undeniably feminine. Her long, shapely legs were barely covered by flesh-colored stockings, and she wore black mid-heeled shoes. A

pair of small, non-prescription glasses perched on her pretty face; she looked every bit the sophisticated professional woman. I showered her with exaggerated praise, every word I could think of flowing from my lips. Mom suggested we go out for a nice meal tonight. I know Mom is first and foremost an ordinary woman, and women are insatiable when it comes to compliments; it seems Mom wanted to attract even more male attention. What

could I say? That was one of my goals, after all. I described many ordinary glances as if they were simply lusting after Mom's beauty. Mom was completely absorbed in the experience; the dinner was absolutely wonderful. "Sir, Madam, is there anything else you need?" As I gestured for the bill, the waiter approached politely and asked. My mother's face suddenly glowed with an alluring light.

While paying, I winked and smiled at her. Since securities investment has become my current profession, I'm trying to adapt to the role as quickly as possible. I've put on a stiff-collared shirt, fastened my cufflinks, and tied an expensive tie, always dressed in a suit and tie, looking like a mature professional manager. My mother and I, dressed smartly, and our intimate behavior as we entered the Western restaurant must have made an impression on the waiter, who naturally addressed us as "Sir" and "Madam."

Actually, this is perfectly normal. My mother's wedding ring was clearly visible, so she was naturally addressed as "Madam," and I seemed to have no other way to address her except "Sir." This way of addressing her is never wrong; "Sir" and "Madam" have many meanings, not necessarily the kind my mother imagined.

Of course, I wouldn't expose her, and instead, I flattered her, going along with her fantasy: "Mom, look, look! People really think we're a couple. It means you still look like you're in your prime..." This lie was a bit over the top; Mom exuded the aura of a mature woman from head to toe. A closer look revealed wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but that didn't matter. What mattered was her excitement.

"Oh! This city is so beautiful..." I put my arm around her waist and gently kissed her cheek.

Mom tilted her head, nestled close to my shoulder: "Weiwei, Mom feels so happy right now... Oh my god, are we dreaming?" It was as if we were back in the days of first love; the blush on her face lingered.

Perhaps Mom and I thought of Dad almost simultaneously; a strange feeling welled up inside us, and we smiled at each other. "Weiwei... it's getting late... Mom's a little cold, let's... go back quickly..." My tone was sweet and affectionate, with a strange sweetness. It seemed I was already on the same wavelength as Mom; what she was thinking was exactly what I was thinking. The first thing we did when we got home was soak in the bathtub together…

Mom leaned back, gripping the tub tightly, her legs stretched straight and raised high towards the ceiling, her buttocks splashing with each thrust. The bottom of the tub was slippery, barely supporting my weight. I held onto the edge of the tub, most of my body pressed against Mom's delicate form, the steam filling the air with all sorts of ecstatic moans.

“…Ah…Weiwei, hold Mom tight…hold tight…don’t stop…oh…” Mom cried out unrestrainedly, her changed attire reflected in her moans. She realized she was still so alluring at forty, regaining her confidence and no longer hiding her pleasure. Anyway, each household was in its own unit, no one could hear her even if she screamed her lungs out.

The pent-up sexual desire of decades, once awakened, was terrifying; lately I’d been a little lost. “…Mmm…

so beautiful, Mom loves you so much…ah…don’t be afraid, Mom doesn’t hurt…” A woman of Mom’s age, even without years of penile friction, couldn’t possibly have a vaginal wall more sensitive than a young girl. This is why mature women and teenage girls behave completely differently in bed.

A teenage girl's vulva is tender and sensitive, requiring little force to feel anything. An experienced mature woman, to achieve pleasure, will try to arouse a man's desire, often shouting things like "...harder..." to encourage him to go harder. I think this is why many people enjoy having sex with mature women.

The bathroom was soaked by two writhing bodies. My mother's originally snow-white body, now a vessel for releasing heat, gradually turned rosy. Her wanton moans led me to the peak of sexual pleasure. Satisfied, my mother slowly slid her taut legs off my shoulders, embracing my nearly exhausted body as we curled up in the bathtub, whispering sweet nothings to each other…

As the Mid-Autumn Festival ended, winter was approaching. I continued my daily routine in the VIP room, and my mother's life became increasingly regular. She went to the women's gym every day to maintain her figure and even became obsessed with swimming. Her figure has never been deformed by my indulgence. At the swimming pool, she met several middle-aged women of similar age, but they knew nothing about her past. The trauma from when she was seventeen has gradually faded, and now she is more like a stay-at-home mom.

My mother and I always appeared as husband and wife when we went out. Although it was easy to tell who was older between my mature appearance and my increasingly youthful clothes, it wasn't anything to be surprised about. Once we were alone, my mother and I would immediately revert to our original roles and address each other as mother and son. Neither of us wanted to change this reality.

Besides, every time I thrust into my mother's vagina, I would remind myself that this was my mother's genitals. Lying on top of my mother's body and affectionately calling her "Mom" only aroused my boundless desire. My mother was also intoxicated by the pleasure of incest between mother and son. I would often manipulate her beautiful body into various positions and play with her. We both enjoyed it immensely. Our love nest was filled with fiery lust throughout the winter. 10-12
(Seventeen)

"Wow! The sun is out today..." My mother didn't hide her excitement at all. Wearing that semi-transparent nightgown, she said to me by the curtains. I lay in bed, squinting, and vaguely felt a ray of sunlight shining on the curtains. The light from outside the window separated my mother's curves from under the nightgown. The neckline was low and revealing, and two long, white legs peeked out from under the robe. The robe, especially the hip area, had several abstract patterns printed on it, reminiscent of lips.

My mother had just bought this robe yesterday; it was incredibly tempting and seductive. Last night, after I took a shower, my mother, wearing this robe, kept wriggling around me. Her fair feet were clad in high-heeled sandals, the heels thin and long, easily over seven inches. They accentuated the muscles in her calves, making them look shapely and sexy. The heels were so high that with every step, her plump buttocks and breasts swayed.

Men are always particularly "capable" in the summer, and I suspect this has nothing to do with physiology. Rather, it's because women generally wear less clothing in the summer, revealing more, which easily arouses men's desire. My mother's outfit greatly stimulated my sexual interest, something unimaginable before. I then pinned her down on the sofa and had sex with her rather roughly.

I couldn't find the sandals she wore afterwards; I don't know where she threw them.

The story didn't end there. The combination of Mom's dignified appearance and her incredibly alluring and provocative nightgown created a strangely intense sensuality. Last night, I once again exceeded my usual standard, repeatedly satisfying myself on Mom's body. Mom cried out in pleasure as I ravaged her, and she herself came twice. We played until four in the morning before finally falling asleep, and now it was already noon.

"Get up, you lazybones..." Mom pounced on me, tickling my nose with the end of her hair.

"...Achoo...I was just about to get up...The stock market isn't trading today." I stretched, looking like I wanted to sleep a little longer.

"No sleeping! You bullied Mom so hard yesterday, today you have to go shopping with Mom..." Actually, I was a little rough yesterday, but Mom's enjoyment was indescribable.

"It's all because of Mom's body, her body was all bent over like that and she didn't even care. Hehe..."

Recalling how Mom handled those difficult sexual positions last night with ease, I chuckled mischievously.

Those positions were indeed very lewd, and Mom blushed deeply with embarrassment. She whimpered and nestled into my arms, both coquettish and shy…

“Did you especially like Mom dressed like that last night?” After a while of coaxing, Mom looked up and asked me.

“Yes, didn’t you notice I was extra energetic last night?”

“Then how about Mom wears this at night from now on?”

“Not just at night, you should wear it during the day too. Was Mom especially satisfied last night? Mom seemed to really enjoy sitting on top of me! Ha…ha…”

Winter in the South is so short; it was over in just a few days. Mom had been looking forward to sunny days to wear a beautiful dress and show off her toned body, honed by swimming all winter. She already had a good figure, but after exercise, her muscles were even firmer and more elastic. Last night, Mom experienced immense satisfaction, tasting the allure of clothing for the first time, and also understanding the importance of foreplay.

From then on, whenever Mom felt a stirring of desire, she would painstakingly wear all sorts of sexy and alluring clothes, carefully enhancing her features, and perfectly showcasing her leg lines with a pair of high-heeled sandals on her beloved feet. She was extremely provocative in front of me, hoping to achieve a high-quality sex life. My mother's changes were astonishing, and my money-making skills were also improving day by day. After being tested in the stock market, I shifted my investment focus to futures, and my assets were gradually expanding.

I often took my mother to enjoy the fruits of my success nearby on weekends. Before I had my mother's body, I used to fantasize about making love with her in various environments, based on the plots in novels and AVs. Now, all of these fantasies have come true. On the beach, in the water, in the tent, on the car seat, and even in the wild jungle, there are traces of my mother's moans and vaginal fluids. I am content with the way things have turned out with my mother...

"What are you thinking about? Can you tell me?" My mother was wearing a swimsuit, and the specially designed shoulder straps made her two full breasts stand up high. She had sunglasses on her head and followed my gaze to see a family of three. The father was pretending to be a horse for his son to ride, and the young mother was behind him holding a tree branch and pretending to whip the "horse's" rump to make "it" run faster. The child rode innocently on his father's shoulders, and the family looked rather enviable...

"Oh! It's nothing..." I smiled at my mother.

"How about Mom has a child for you too?" Mom looked at me, her voice slightly excited.

"Sure... but what should you call me? Mom or Grandma?"

"Mom has you as her son, that's enough. A child should have a complete family. Let me be her grandma!" Mom said earnestly, and I hugged her and laughed.

Actually, I hadn't been thinking about children at all. The young mother, though thin, had fair skin, long and strong legs, and short hair even shorter than mine, exuding a wild beauty. I was bored and suddenly had a strange thought: could that young mother also whip her husband at night for sadomasochistic purposes? Mom, however, guessed that I had developed a desire for offspring.

I thought it was over, but Mom took it seriously and had been talking about it with me for days.

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she was not yet eighteen. A delicate young girl, already heavily pregnant... oh my... it was so embarrassing..."

My marriage to my mother was an anomaly, even though this unconventional act brought a huge, unusual pleasure. But I didn't want to pass on the consequences of my past sexual assault to my offspring, even though we were happy. My mother was very determined. She said she had considered this on and off before, and didn't want my family line to end with me because of her.

My mother's determination to have a child for me was so strong that I couldn't stop her. Under her combined efforts, I gradually wavered, and so I went for a checkup with my overjoyed mother. My mother is now a woman of a thousand faces. Usually, when we go out, she dresses up in a youthful and beautiful way, but today, seeing the doctor, she was dressed differently.

Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her delicate features were lightly made up. Her earrings and necklace were a set, crafted by a famous artist, and definitely not vulgar. A well-tailored, off-white cheongsam clung to my mother's beautifully curved figure, and she carried an antique-style handbag. The doctor, seemingly conducting a scan, kept glancing at my mother's chest, yet dared not linger too long, making him appear quite awkward.

I heard him swallow hard, and I chuckled inwardly, feeling incredibly smug. Such a charming and beautiful woman was sharing my bed every day; no one else could even dream of her. "Hmm… Madam, you're forty?" The doctor glanced at my mother with some suspicion. "The test results are in. We've conducted a comprehensive assessment of your health. I'm sorry, but forty is considered advanced maternal age, which carries some risks. Considering your specific situation, our professional advice is—very dangerous…"

My mother shuddered, her utter disappointment finally showing. Seeing how well-maintained my mother's skin and figure were, and how she dressed like a noblewoman, the doctor had already categorized her as someone who lived a life of luxury. Considering the pain of childbirth for older mothers, and the fact that someone like my mother could easily be in danger if she wasn't careful, we strongly advised us to abandon the idea.

My mother was depressed and had been in a bad mood for days. She knew my feelings for her and would never let her take that risk. This probably stemmed from her inner conflict. My mother was quite traditional, and she often felt guilty towards my father for sleeping with me. Furthermore, given our current situation, I couldn't possibly marry another woman, and my mother couldn't live without me. So, she blamed everything on herself…

Actually, my mother was wrong about two things. First, it wasn't my mother who seduced me; I drugged and raped her. Second, my current marital relationship with her wasn't about taking responsibility for the assault, but about my completely voluntary choice to be with her. With such a beautiful mother, who would be troubled by not being able to marry and have children with another woman?

The scorching June arrived, but my mother didn't seem to be warming up with the weather. She rarely smiled because of that incident, and our lovemaking lacked passion. Unable to bear seeing her like this, I reluctantly made a decision. In fact, I knew there were many ways to make my mother's wish come true. I just hadn't said anything, thinking it might just be a momentary impulse. I never expected her to take this so seriously.

If my sperm and my mother's egg successfully combine, and the resulting embryo is retrieved promptly, it's just a minor surgery. Alternatively, we could use in-vitro fertilization (IVF) to cultivate the embryo in a test tube. After that, things would be much simpler; we just need to find a healthy womb to transfer the fertilized egg into the uterus. Essentially, it's surrogacy, so the mother doesn't have to go through the dangers of childbirth. All we might need is some money, a large part of which comes from someone willing to "rent" a uterus…

"Ah! That's wonderful…" My mother cheered excitedly, her face regaining its radiant glow.

"But it's not foolproof; it might fail. Fortunately, my mother's health won't be greatly affected."

My mother's expression at that moment perfectly captured the image of someone about to become a mother for the first time, making me appreciate the greatness of maternal love once again.

"No matter what, Mom is determined to try." Her resolute expression was awe-inspiring. No wonder some say that the strongest person in the world is a mother...

(18)

In the passionate month of June, Mom stopped using contraception and also stopped having sex with me. I moved next door so that my testicles would produce more sperm. We both agreed to hold this sacred ceremony again two weeks later, because a year ago, on that day, my mother and I were intimately connected, starting a different life. I had been savagely drugging and raping my mother, but now I had lived happily with my mother, who was a lady by day and a harlot by night, for a whole year.

"Mom, time flies, it's been a year!" I looked at my mother affectionately, full of longing for her.

"Yes... my Weiwei has become a man..." My mother's eyes welled up with tears, and her carefully maintained fingers stroked my hair. I hadn't had sex with my mother for two whole weeks, but my lower body was unexpectedly calm.

I found a healthy woman willing to be a surrogate mother through a newspaper ad. She's currently in the hospital for full observation. I have to admit, money is a good thing; these expenses are insignificant compared to my mother's and my current assets. My mother must have put a lot of effort into her appearance today. Her long, glossy black hair, freshly styled, cascades gracefully over her shoulders

. Her arched eyebrows, trimmed of stray hairs, are neatly combed, resembling two crescent moons. Her arms and legs have also been carefully groomed; calluses on her fingers and soles have been gently removed, and her nails are neatly trimmed and smooth. Her entire body has been soaked in a skincare product, now radiating vitality, fair and smooth. My mother presents herself to me in her most beautiful form today. "Hey! Don't just stand there, Mom's all yours in a minute. You can tease Mom however you want today, I won't blame you..." My mother chuckled and patted me. Her

sexy, thin, light halter-neck mini-skirt fluttered gently with her graceful steps, revealing glimpses of her body beneath. "Mom looks absolutely stunning today..." I exclaimed sincerely.

"Oh! You little lecher, how can you remain so composed when you see a fairy like me?" Mom lifted her skirt, twisting her waist at an angle, one foot raised, revealing the long, slender lines of her legs, her buttocks slightly upturned, her eyes filled with intense allure.

"Mom is so different now compared to a year ago..." I thought back to this day a year ago, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Do you prefer Mom as she was before or as she is now?" Mom asked playfully, blinking her eyes.

"Whether it's Mom as she was before or as she is now, there's only one Mom, and I'll always love Mom..." My answer was equally cunning.

Mom walked up to me, her tender, bare arms wrapping around my neck, and she tiptoed to bring her lips to my mouth. Her warm, wet tongue conveyed her feelings, and we kissed passionately. "I can't believe it, Mom and you have progressed to this point, Mom is going to have your child..." I murmured to myself, unable to escape my thoughts. Yes! I really couldn't believe it.

"Son, it's getting late..." My mother's warm breath brushed against my ear. After two whole weeks, she couldn't hold back any longer and subtly reminded me to carry her into the bedroom.

I held her tightly, kissing her burning cheeks, without moving an inch. "Mom, you look so beautiful today, so beautiful that I suddenly dare not have any impure thoughts about you." Before, making love with my mother was an impulse, a need, a release, a communication. Today, however, it held a great deal of significance in terms of producing offspring, and I felt somewhat awkward; that was the real reason.

"Oh? A year ago you were so audacious... and now you're all coy? Hehe..." My mother laughed unabashedly, teasing my current shyness. A year ago, I was indeed bold and daring, tying my mother's limbs to the bed and playing with her wantonly. That scene flashed vividly in my mind, generating a very stimulating impure thought, and my lower body suddenly became erect.

"Mom, do you still remember the time I tied your hands and feet and bullied you?"

"Of course I remember, Mom will always remember that important day, when my virgin body was devoured by my own son..." Mom's cheeks burned even hotter and redder; she too had found passion in her memories.

"Mom, can I tie you up and bully you again?"

"Hmm..."

"I won't hurt you."

Her clothes were stripped off, her hands were tied behind her back, and strips of cloth were symbolically wrapped around her wrists a few times. Her slender ankles were also wrapped with strips of cloth. The beautiful woman, who was sometimes dignified and sometimes seductive, was completely powerless and could only kneel at my feet in humiliation, sucking on my penis and stroking it up and down. "Ugh... ugh..." Mom frowned, opening her mouth wide and swallowing the penis inch by inch.

"Oh! Mom, you're improving so fast..." I held Mom's beautiful face and watched as her lips swallowed the base of my penis. The glans was already touching her throat, and her testicles were pressing against Mom's pointed chin. With her hands bound behind her back, unable to support my waist, Mom struggled to adjust her position by shaking her head, aiming for the optimal angle between her throat and my penis.

Her little rabbit teeth gently scraped against my foreskin, a sensation both tingling and itchy, while her tongue licked back and forth at the urethral opening, causing it to secrete a glistening liquid. This liquid, mixed with saliva, was swirled by her tongue like foam onto my penis, which was then wiped away by her lips. Mom's oral sex skills were truly intoxicating. My taste buds, already accustomed to the taste of semen, no longer rejected the fishy smell, and her mouth enveloped my penis with a massage-like undulation.

I gripped Mom's hair and thrust my penis deep into her throat until my lower abdomen was blocked by her lips. This deep-throating technique was something Mom had trained me with over a long period of oral sex, something I had never taught her. "Oh! Mom, I can't take it anymore..." I cried out, pulling my penis out of Mom's mouth.

Mom swallowed the secretion with a "gulp" of her tongue, glanced at me with a half-smile, and looked at my erect, rock-hard penis: "You could hang a water bottle on it now, hehe... Be gentle later..."

"I'm afraid if I'm too gentle, Mom won't let it go..." I grinned mischievously and pulled Mom's soft body onto the bed. Unlike last time, today I only tied Mom's hands and feet; I didn't blindfold her or gag her.

Mom lay on her side with her beautiful legs curled up, her slightly protruding vulva beckoning to me from beneath her round buttocks.

"...Mmm..." Mom let out a soft moan as soon as my finger entered her honey pot; her reaction was quite strong. I leaned down, tilting my head to get closer to Mom's vulva. Her familiar vulva opened and closed, already so restless after only ten days without a visit.

I parted her labia and inserted my tongue into her vagina. The tender vaginal walls immediately contracted and clamped my tongue shut. My tongue stubbornly broke through the compression, scraping and licking the fleshy walls, and vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Mom, you've been sleeping alone for several days, you must have missed me, right?"

"...Ah..." My tongue teased her clitoris, and Mom moaned, expressing the restlessness within her.

Her moist labia parted, and the pink, tender fleshy walls opened to form a small opening, revealing a deep inside. The wrinkled vaginal walls continued to secrete vaginal fluid, soaking a large area of the sheets. I lifted my mother's curled-up body and placed her kneeling on the bed. Without her hands for support, her face was pressed against the sheets, her buttocks raised high, her moist, alluring slit still secreting fluids. My

engorged, hard penis rubbed back and forth against her buttocks, occasionally tapping her perineum. I grasped her labia with both hands and spread them apart. Mother and son were already familiar with each other's language in bed. My mother slightly twisted her knees, which were together, to stabilize her position, anticipating my thrusts. The head of my penis slowly pushed in, reaching deep into her vagina.

My penis, covered in my mother's fluids, seemed quite dissatisfied with my gentleness. I responded with action, my penis like a rapidly accelerating sports car, thrusting inside my mother's vagina... Her

hot vagina tightly gripped my penis, a penis that had once brought my mother shame, and also made her wildly happy, and perhaps would allow her to conceive another life. "...Hiss..." The penis withdrew and then thrust forcefully deep into the vagina again, the glans barely hitting the clitoris, like a tickle, the tingling sensation spreading to the mother's uterus and then throughout her body.

"...Oh...Mommy's so itchy there...Weiwei...Mommy's darling..." The mother's head was on the bed, her body curled up in a small heap, her soft moans coming from her throat, slightly off-key. "...Pfft...Pfft..."

The lower abdomen slammed powerfully against the mother's buttocks, and the mother twisted her waist even more lasciviously. I didn't even need to rely on the mother's moans to tell if she was excited.

Whenever the mother's excitement reached a peak, the deep vaginal walls would spasm briefly but continuously, and the anus would suddenly tighten. At the same time, the clitoris would try to grasp the glans as if it were a small hand. After the excitement subsided, the mother's tense muscles would relax, waiting for the next excitement. This high-intensity excitement and relaxation, repeated a certain number of times, would cause the mother to climax.

I knew the mother's body so well; the vaginal walls had already spasmed twice, enveloping the penis. My mother's hands, bound behind her back, clenched into fists one moment and then suddenly opened wide the next, the edges of her palms already bloodless. My hand traced upwards from my mother's tightly bound, shapely legs; a whole winter of swimming training had made her leg muscles stronger than usual, a perfect combination of grace and strength in her beautiful legs.

It passed her full buttocks, sinking into her narrow waist, and then from there, it explored her breasts pressed against the sheets. My hand was so light, as if afraid of hurting her smooth, white skin. My hand rose and fell with the curves of my mother's body, drawing a beautiful arc, a curve that even the best painter couldn't capture—a curve unique to mature mothers…

My lower abdomen seemed to relentlessly and fiercely pound against my mother's vulva, my swollen penis, soaked in her vaginal fluids, scraping open her labia with each slip, revealing vibrant, tender flesh. "…Ah…Mom, making love with Mom is so blissful…"

I cried out passionately as my mother convulsed once more. Grasping her two fleshy mounds tightly with both hands, I forcefully spread them open. These were the buttocks that any man would find irresistible, the kind that would tempt him to abuse them. Snow-white and smooth, full, round, and elastic, their beautiful curves ignited an insatiable lust

within me. Now, I was passionately thrusting into what I considered the sexiest and most beautiful buttocks in the world, my mother's ecstatic moans pushing me to the crest of a sea of desire. "The deepest...shoot inside...ah...not a drop left...

oh uh..." Completely disregarding shame, the most lewd words escaped my mother's lips. My glans, freshly washed by her vaginal fluids, retaliated mercilessly against her vagina, releasing the pent-up semen that had been building up for days into her uterus...

After untying the cloth strips binding my mother's hands and feet, tears streamed down her face. Unlike the tears of shame from last time, today they were tears of excitement and happiness.

"Oh...we did it...sob..."

"Yes, Mom! We did it! Maybe tonight the sperm will combine with Mom's egg...

"

"It's incredible, Weiwei...you ejaculated so much today..."

"June 10th, Sunny"

In my memory, it's been a long time since I wrote in my diary. After living with my mother, we are inseparable. It's hard to secretly write in my diary alone. Tonight, my mother and I repeatedly recalled this day a year ago, thinking about the impending birth of a life. My mother was incredibly excited, and tears streamed down her face several times. I had to persuade her to take a sleeping pill before she could fall asleep peacefully. Speaking of which, it's been a year since I've been with my mother. Compared to the first time I made love with her a year ago, I didn't feel bored at all. My mother always arouses endless passion and novelty in me.

Today, I ejaculated inside my mother's body, which was not using contraception. This is the first time in a year that I have somewhat reluctantly yielded to my mother's wishes. Fortunately, if it's successful, although the life will still be the crystallization of our mother and child, at least it will be delivered from another uterus. Perhaps this is the best ending for incest between mother and son. Otherwise, if that life, like mine, were to emerge from my mother's womb, I truly wouldn't know how to address him (her).

Even so, I'm still a little afraid. I've barely managed to clarify my relationship with my offspring, but what about my mother? Should she appear as a mother or a grandmother? What would that child think if he knew everything about my mother and me one day? I have no idea... I wonder if my mother, who drugged and raped me, ever imagined that this would leave her with such thoughts today? This is probably the only awkwardness that comes with the sensual excitement of incest between mother and son...

Perhaps everything leaves some helplessness. Some say that imperfection is the truest beauty, which might be the most fitting description of my story with my mother. Time will prove everything. I think there's no need to continue writing in this diary. Let it end here!

"The End" Divine

Retribution (Oedipus Complex)

The union of my father and mother was a typical product of the "class background problem" in the late 1960s. Due to this class background problem, my maternal grandfather was persecuted, slandered as a "traitor," and sentenced to 20 years in prison. My grandmother passed away early, and relatives avoided my mother like the plague. No one dared to take care of her. My father seized the opportunity, deceiving her by saying she could save my grandfather. With no one to rely on, my mother could only rely on my father, a "proletarian" rebel leader, and so she offered herself to him.

My mother embodied almost all the characteristics of a "delicate young lady from a Jiangnan family." My maternal grandfather's family was a scholarly family, and my mother was deeply influenced by them, becoming well-educated and reasonable. My maternal grandmother, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the area, endowed my mother with petite beauty. My mother surpassed her grandmother, inheriting all the excellent qualities of her grandparents without exception. Even by today's standards, my mother was a rare beauty at the time.

But fate often doesn't favor perfection. Her innate advantages were completely ruined by cruel reality. My father was a typical northerner, the only son in three generations. He was physically strong, had a volatile temper, was illiterate, and had a great fondness for alcohol. My grandfather joined the People's Liberation Army and settled there after the city was liberated.

My father's ruthlessness was the foundation of his rebellion, a product of the specific era. Judging by today's standards, and not out of disrespect, my father was utterly worthless.

My maternal grandparents' marriage was an older man-younger woman relationship; my mother was only three when my grandmother passed away, and my grandfather's death occurred when my mother was not yet fourteen. My father was nearly thirty at the time, a minor leader in the rebels. The only ability I "admire" is that he could legally marry such a young mother and bring me into this world in less than a year.

Perhaps fate was unkind, for my father's fertility did not surpass that of his ancestors. When I was about three years old, I had already fully exploited the advantage of being the only son, and my crying skills were unparalleled. In my memory, I never failed with my mother, except occasionally with my father.

After a few rejections from my father, I even learned to be even more demanding of my mother. I have no memory of being punished by my mother; I must admit my childhood was a carefree and happy time.

According to my mother, I wasn't weaned until I was four, and I could only fall asleep while touching my mother's breast. My domineering nature and my parents' doting affection even made my father yield, allowing me to continue this habit.

By the time I was six, my father was no longer as powerful, but his domineering position at home remained unshakable. The family's circumstances gradually worsened, and my father's violence intensified, but he still showered me with affection. My father often came home dejected, and after drinking heavily, he would often beat my mother. She would passively endure it, secretly weeping, and I didn't know how to comfort her.

If my mother didn't meet my demands, I would find ways to make my father express my dissatisfaction. I remember that at that time, we only had a living room and a bedroom. After beating my mother, my father would drag her into the bedroom without any attempt to hide it.

My mother's weakness and vulnerability made me a little tyrant.

My father's sexuality was simple and brutal. Every time he made love, there was no caressing or sweet talk. Worse still, he would turn on the lights, ignoring the fact that I was lying next to them, my little hands still holding my mother's breasts. He would roughly force my mother, who was beneath him, until

her beautiful face was covered in tears, her painful, suppressed cries growing louder and then softer until she could barely make a sound. My father's sexual prowess was undeniable; my mother was often forced by him to spend the night naked, showing almost no shame or attempt to avoid me. Although I was young, I would secretly watch with great interest.

After my father discovered this, he would occasionally scold me, but my mother's alluring body often made him ignore me.

After he finished, he would fall asleep immediately. Sometimes I would imitate him, lying naked on top of my mother's naked and beautiful body, repeating his mechanical movements. At first, my mother would silently resist, whispering scolding to scare me, but my crying would wake my father. An impatient father would often berate my mother or resort to more brutal sexual punishment. My mother's doting love and fear of my father eventually made her give up resisting, allowing my father and I to enjoy her captivating body in different ways. Perhaps my mother's only resistance was her habit of waking up early.

After I started elementary school at age seven, for some reason, I became even more fascinated by my mother's soft, full, elastic, and youthful breasts. I even resumed breastfeeding, of course, without milk, but the feeling was wonderful. My pre-sleep ritual was to suckle until I was tired, my little hands still lingering on the breasts before I could finally quiet down.

Sometimes my father's rough sexual behavior would wake me up, and I would try to imitate it later. But for a young child, the dark, soft pubic hair on my mother's sacred and mysterious sanctuary, the place where life was born, couldn't compare to the wonderful feeling of lying on my mother's naked, soft body, sucking and caressing her breasts. Occasionally, I would touch my mother's private parts, but I would give up because she would clench her legs or change positions.

I was also interested in my mother's body, but only in questions like how she urinated without a penis.

In the summer when I had just turned 12, I was already used to my father and mother's sexual acts. But one night, my father drank a lot of alcohol, and I drank some too. As soon as my father got into bed, he began to assault my mother. My mother resisted a little, but my father quickly lost control. Enraged, my father began to fight back silently and fiercely with my mother. I sat up to avoid their battle.

My father knelt beside me, brutally spreading my mother's thighs and almost lifting her lower body off the bed. In an instant, my mother lost the ability to resist, helplessly closing her eyes, her body tense. Her alabaster skin, graceful curves, and the painful yet helpless expression on her beautiful face left me speechless.

Between her long thighs, my mother's mysterious exit was displayed before me for the first time so clearly and without reservation. My God! Under the bright light, I clearly witnessed my father's not-so-large but rather ugly penis, weakly thrusting between my mother's legs. My helpless mother gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, but my father couldn't allow his drooping penis to enter her body.

Suddenly, my father bent one of my mother's legs at the knee, pressing his own leg flat on the bed, and forcefully spread my mother's genitals with his free hand. I thought my father had pried open my mother's flesh, revealing a pinkish crevice, with a tightly closed vaginal wall at the bottom!

Suddenly, my father forcefully plunged one of his fingers into her. My mother let out a painful, suppressed scream, her eyes widened, her muscles tensed, and the veins on her slender arms, gripping the sheets, bulged. Large tears rolled down her beautiful face. My father roared triumphantly, as if he had achieved great satisfaction. He increased the intensity of his finger's movements, and my mother shook her head in agony, crying out, "No!"

Finally, my father knelt down, allowing his penis to enter my mother's body with the help of his hand. He continued for a while before stopping, then fell asleep, leaving me stunned, staring at my mother curled up in pain.

My mother's expression, filled with pain and fear, made my erect penis feel blocked for the first time. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I ejaculated! My whole body relaxed, my heart soared, my mind swayed, I felt like I was floating on air, almost falling over. Later, when I returned to bed and was about to fall asleep, my mother was still sobbing intermittently.

Having already developed a rebellious attitude towards my mother's discipline, I harbored a fundamentally flawed and self-righteous belief that this was the only way to truly retaliate against her. I desperately craved to see her look at me with that fearful gaze, and I longed to relive the feeling of ejaculation. I mistakenly believed that my penis was the best weapon to instill fear in my mother.

My father, now of a certain age, was less sexually active, and his stamina had deteriorated due to years of excessive drinking and womanizing, greatly reducing my "opportunities." But the events of that night were deeply etched into my memory.

Subconsciously, I was still somewhat afraid of my mother—perhaps a normal feeling a child has towards an adult—but deep down, I began to desperately crave the opportunity to show my mother my "power," just as my father had, and to make her submit to me as she had to my father.

After several days of being lost and dejected, an opportunity led me to my doom.

It was a Saturday, and I was home from school. My mother was sick with a high fever and resting at home. At noon, my father came home and began drinking. Ignoring my mother's high fever, he dragged her out of bed and ordered her to cook and drink. After my mother, swaying unsteadily, prepared a few dishes and drinks, she went back to bed to rest. The hastily prepared dishes didn't taste very good, which drew another round of scolding from my father.

My father wanted me to drink with him, and the wine was quickly finished. My drunken father then sent me to buy more wine. When I quickly returned home with the wine, my father was just coming out of the bedroom, pulling up his trousers. He continued drinking heavily until he was completely unconscious. I, also dizzy, prepared to put the remaining wine back under the bed

in the bedroom. The mosquito net on the bed was already drawn and closed. I was curious and wanted to see how my mother was doing. When I lifted the mosquito net, the scene on the bed made me instantly feel hot all over, filled with an inexplicable impulse! A

cold towel was haphazardly wrapped around my mother's head, covering her beautiful hair, forehead, and eyes, revealing only her delicate nose and small mouth. Her mouth was half open, her bright red lips and snow-white, even teeth shining brightly. There were tear stains on her pointed chin and beautiful face. The sheets were a bit disheveled; it seemed Mother was powerless to resist. Her dress was pulled up to her neck, her underwear was thrown on the headboard, and only a thin blanket covered her flat stomach. Her full, round breasts stood proudly erect, the bright red nipples glistening. Her long legs were still spread wide, a pillow under her buttocks, fully revealing her secret place.

God, I saw her again! I placed the bottle on the corner of the bed, held my breath, and slowly approached her. Fine, soft pubic hair formed a dense triangle, leading down to two tightly closed, full labia, still bearing the marks of Father's violation.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear. I gently moved my mother's leg, but she didn't react. I cautiously reached out my right hand, my fingers touching her labia, but she still didn't react. I gently pried open her labia with two fingers, revealing a slit, but she still didn't move. So I boldly increased the pressure. I completely separated her labia, revealing a flat, pink, delicate slit before me. I finally saw her again!

I didn't dare to be as rough as my father; I only used my index finger to slowly probe inside. My mother's vagina was so tight that I found it difficult to go any further. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to use force. I nervously watched my mother, afraid she would suddenly react, so much so that I didn't even realize my finger was completely inside her vagina.

At that moment, I deeply felt my mother's tight, hot vagina gripping my finger. I slowly began to move my finger in and out, but my mother didn't move. I couldn't control myself and suddenly exerted force. My mother let out a weak moan, which quickly faded away. I felt a pang of disappointment, fueled by the alcohol, and began to thrust harder, but my mother's half-open mouth only occasionally emitted soft moans. I started to get angry, a burning need to release pent-up desire coursing through my body. My penis swelled, reaching a length of 10 cm, longer than a finger!

I climbed onto the bed, mimicking my father's position, kneeling between my mother's legs, grasping my penis, and thrusting it straight into her vagina. I was so lucky! The head of my penis was almost fully inside. I felt I had found the right spot, and my body uncontrollably spurred me to thrust even deeper, until I collapsed onto my mother's body. I recklessly concentrated all my strength in my lower body, penetrating deeply and completely into my mother's body with such force that my penis ached terribly.

My mother groaned in pain, but the tight, burning sensation of her vagina was driving me almost mad. I thrust violently, my face almost touching her breasts. As if guided by an evil force, I sucked hard on her left nipple, while my right hand gripped and kneaded her right breast desperately. My mother began to moan in pain and suppressed groans, her whole body tensing.

I saw large tears rolling down her beautiful face, which fueled my madness and savagery. My penis thrust in and out of her vagina, each time fully penetrating. Every thrust brought an indescribable, exquisite, and stimulating sensation.

After about 200 thrusts, I finally succumbed to the intense stimulation and ejaculated, my hot semen completely filling my mother's vagina. I couldn't help but make a sound, collapsing onto my mother, utterly exhausted. Before I could even get up to leave, my mother sensed something was wrong. She removed the towel covering my eyes, and for a moment, our eyes met, and the world seemed to freeze! Finally, my mother let out a deafening cry.

I had never heard my mother make such a terrifying sound, nor had I ever seen such a horrifying and desperate expression on her face, or witnessed such astonishing strength. She shoved me away, and I tumbled off the bed along with the wine bottle. The bottle shattered, and I landed squarely on the broken pieces, bleeding profusely, and screaming in agony.

The commotion in the bedroom woke my father. He staggered into the bedroom and saw my mother standing by the bed, stunned, her dress already on, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, while I lay bleeding and screaming on the floor. Without a word, he immediately began to beat and kick her. My mother, in a daze, swayed precariously as my father brutally beat her. A sudden, inexplicable urge surged within me to stop him and protect my mother. I rushed over and hugged him. He accidentally struck me, and I retaliated violently. My father was enraged, and I was equally furious.

Young and powerless, I was no match for him. My reckless beatings caused my still-drunk father to beat me mercilessly. I couldn't tell if the blood was from a cut from a bottle or from the beating. Enraged, my father grabbed a long bench and smashed it over my head. Terrified, I instinctively ducked and tried to block it with my hands. The bench struck my head hard, and I instantly lost consciousness…

When I awoke, the first thing I saw was my father, filled with remorse, and then I realized I was lying in my mother's arms. I turned to look at her, but her gaze averted. I felt the softness of her breasts beneath her thin dress. It seemed that while I was unconscious, she had been holding me, not even bothering to put on her bra, and was sobbing softly.

Perhaps it was because family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, or because my mother feared my father would hurt me, or perhaps she couldn't convince others of anything, or perhaps because she was somewhat delirious and couldn't fully assess my actions, but outwardly we remained at peace.

At bedtime, my mother still had to remain naked, allowing my father to exert his brief, lewd power. After my father finished and fell asleep, my mother remained awake. I pressed myself against her as usual, and for the first time, she showed a look of extreme terror. Her breathing quickened, her hands tightly protecting her body, and her legs tightly intertwined, giving me no chance. Because of what happened at noon, I dared not be too unrestrained. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." Although I was still on top of her, I was behaving myself. Before I drifted off to sleep, my mother finally calmed down, and I vaguely saw two clear tears silently streaming down her face.

Perhaps out of guilt towards my mother, I changed my behavior, becoming a dutiful son and studying diligently. In the semester leading up to the entrance exam, my grades, which had previously ranked last in my class, suddenly skyrocketed. My performance seemed to move my mother; she resumed her meticulous care for me and allowed me to continue sleeping on top of her.

The pressure of the entrance exam forced me to study late into the night, and I began to suffer from insomnia, causing my father great worry. The week before the exam, I was restless. One time, after my father finished his "homework" on my mother, I restlessly pressed myself against her, unable to sleep. Finally, I had an uncontrollable need to release. My mother immediately noticed, and I tried to spread her legs; she silently resisted.

Our struggle escalated, waking my father. Terrified, I quickly turned away from my mother. After a few words of abuse, my father fell asleep again. I continued, waking him again, and he then began to physically assault my mother. After my father started snoring, I resumed my actions. My mother dared not resist fiercely anymore, letting me do as I pleased. However, she didn't cooperate, and I struggled for a long time without being able to penetrate her, but I refused to give up.

Finally, as dawn approached, my mother succumbed to my perseverance, miraculously adjusting her position, and I entered her smoothly. My mother frowned, her face showing pain and tension as she looked at my father. I didn't dare disturb him, moving gently and slowly. I could feel my mother's heart pounding, her breathing rapid, her tension palpable.

My mother's eyes remained fixed on my father's movements, perfectly cooperating to bring me to orgasm, ejaculating inside her once more. Unexpectedly, after releasing my pent-up desire, I quickly fell peacefully asleep.

With my mother's cooperation, my insomnia disappeared. I concentrated all my energy on studying, and my assault on my mother temporarily ceased.

When I entered a prestigious high school with top marks, the glory I brought to my family was beyond my wildest expectations. The blessings from relatives and friends greatly pleased my father, and although my mother still avoided me, I noticed she would secretly smile.

Once, my father hosted a banquet for relatives and friends at a hotel to show off his success. My mother specially wore her most beautiful dress to attend the party. In the bedroom, I was once again stunned by my mother's natural beauty! My mother was 165 cm tall, slender yet voluptuous, with long, flowing black hair, a delicate oval face, and skin as smooth as jade. The well-fitting dress accentuated her full breasts and long legs.

"Mom, I want you!" When I actually said these words to my mother, we both froze on the spot. After a moment, my mother walked away without saying a word. I was deeply hurt, utterly dejected, and listless. I told my father I didn't want to go. My father was furious and slapped me. My mother was so frightened that she quickly covered my head. My father wanted to vent his anger on my mother, so I quickly agreed against my will and went back to my bedroom to lie on the bed and stare blankly.

My father had to go to the hotel to make arrangements first, since my mother wasn't going to help him anyway. He ordered us to be at the hotel on time, or else he'd be in trouble, and then he left. I lay on the bed, my mother looking at me with pleading eyes, coaxing and begging me to leave quickly. I listlessly stayed in bed, looking pitiful. My mother got anxious and tried to pull me up, but I resisted. In the struggle, I pulled her down onto the bed next to me. Suddenly, I felt I had an opportunity, and I quickly pinned my mother down. My mother seemed to understand something, and she angrily ignored me and walked away. I had no choice but to follow her out.

The celebration proceeded as scheduled, and the glory I brought made my status in the family seem to surpass my father's.

That night, my father was very drunk and unconscious in bed. I brazenly violated my mother, who helplessly closed her eyes. My mother's tacit approval thrilled me. I immediately tried to take off her clothes, but she stopped me. She silently pulled down her underwear, lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her lower body. I quickly pulled down my pants, took out my erect penis, and immediately pressed myself against her.

Still inexperienced, I couldn't find the right spot, and for the first time, my mother guided me with her delicate hands. Her vagina was very dry, making penetration difficult, but I needed to get in immediately, so I exerted all my strength. As I struggled to thrust inside her, she bit her lip, her face showing pained expression. I continued thrusting without any mercy.

This time, I lasted a long time without ejaculating. My mother grew impatient, urging me to finish quickly. I felt her vagina begin to contract rhythmically with her movements, and for the first time, she lifted her legs, making our contact even closer. I was incredibly excited, reaching another climax, releasing my life essence into the warm womb that had nurtured me.

Perhaps it was my mother's favoritism, or perhaps it was the influence of hormones, but my body began to develop rapidly, and my desires grew stronger. I often took advantage of my father's drunkenness to violate my mother. My strength was too much for her to resist, and she, fearing my father's discovery, dared not fight back too fiercely, nor dared to make a sound. My experience allowed me to succeed even when my mother was extremely uncooperative; I could even enter her from behind. Sometimes, after my father finished, I would enter my mother before he fell asleep, leaving her to endure my brutal violation in fear and pain. My excessive indulgence

sometimes made it difficult for me to ejaculate, so I would leave my penis inside my mother and fall asleep, leaving her to endure the fear all night.

My father began to notice the changes in my body and banished me to the living room, making me sleep in a separate bed. I obeyed helplessly.

My mother's deliberate avoidance left me with no opportunity. Fate played a trick on us; my grandfather's exoneration unexpectedly brought our family a considerable subsidy. To take care of my grandfather, we moved in with him in a three-bedroom apartment. We had been living in my father's ancestral home. After moving a few pieces of furniture, we locked it up and said goodbye.

I had my own room, and my mother, thanks to my grandfather's rehabilitation, found a good job at the tax bureau.

But my father, having lost his dominance in the family, became addicted to gambling. Soon, money vanished like water. I cleverly kept asking to pay various fees, saving a considerable sum before the family's fortunes collapsed.

My parents' income couldn't satisfy my father's gambling addiction, and he accumulated huge gambling debts. I secretly took a job as a porter to prepare for the worst. My decision was wise; my father was beaten by creditors, and my grandfather had to pay off his gambling debts, but this left him with debts to relatives and friends. The strong physique I inherited from my father, combined with my excellent porter work at the port, earned me a substantial income. My outstanding grades were the only consolation for the family. My

grandfather finally couldn't bear my father any longer and fell ill, ending up in the hospital. The exorbitant medical expenses left my mother in tears every day, while my father gambled even more recklessly, completely ignoring my grandfather's illness. My grandfather needed surgery, which required a large sum of money for medical treatment, and our family had no savings. His appreciation for me and his admirable knowledge made me feel a deep sense of loyalty, so I worked tirelessly, doing the work of three people on construction sites. My coworkers admired me, but the hardship was unimaginable to most. As a result, my grades plummeted.

I finally saved enough money and secretly paid for my grandfather's surgery. He was saved, but I failed all my exams. My mother didn't understand where my money came from, and my failure to explain, coupled with my poor grades, led to a huge misunderstanding and a heated argument. Her harsh tone upset me; I felt deeply hurt for the first time that I had sacrificed for my family. I shut myself in and refused to see or speak to anyone. When

an injured coworker was hospitalized, my grandfather learned what I had done and specifically asked my mother to thank me. When my mother faced me with a mixture of gratitude and shame, I felt a stirring of desire within me. However, her resistance made me lose any improper thoughts about her, and I began to become aloof. Actually, I felt that the grievances I had suffered could not be fully compensated by mere apologies and proactive advances; what I needed was my mother's complete… I can't quite explain it myself, but I deliberately distanced myself from my mother.

After the new semester began, I often studied late into the night to catch up on my studies. Chinese was my least favorite subject; I easily regained first place in all other subjects, but I barely passed Chinese. My mother sensed my dissatisfaction and often begged for my forgiveness, but I remained aloof and unmoved.

One night, I was racking my brains over an essay topic. I lay on the table, unsure how to begin, and actually fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a beautiful notebook on my desk. Curious, I opened it and was greeted by my mother's elegant handwriting. But what excited me even more was the detailed analysis she had provided of my essays, offering numerous exquisite classical Chinese poems and phrases, as well as brilliant descriptions from modern literature. I was deeply captivated, and my writing flowed effortlessly.

My essay won a national award, giving me a special affection for that notebook. From then on, whenever I needed to solve a problem, I would write it down in the notebook at night, and the answer would be there when I got home from school the next day—of course, there were also hints and guidance.

This special exchange with my mother benefited me immensely; my Chinese language skills became my greatest strength. Thus, as the high school entrance exam approached, our notebook exchanges increased rather than decreased. I rarely spoke to my mother normally, but I felt guilty for hurting her. Unconsciously, I felt filled with respect and gratitude for her, and my wicked desires subsided.

When my mother wished me success in the high school entrance exam in her notebook, I confidently and playfully replied that it was no problem, and asked for a reward, but nothing came of it. I didn't care. After I entered a top high school with a record-breaking score, the glory of my whole family was unprecedented. That year, I had just turned fifteen, but I was already a grown-up of 165 cm. I had a fundamental understanding of ethics and a fear of surpassing others.

When I was organizing my materials, I discovered that my father had sold them all as waste paper. I was furious and had another fierce argument with him. This time I won completely. My father didn't dare to utter a sound, and even my grandfather and mother stood by, not daring to breathe. When I rushed to the garbage dump to look for that notebook, it had already been taken away. I returned to my room dejectedly, but to my surprise, I found the notebook next to my pillow. I excitedly kissed it repeatedly, carefully opened it, and relived the events of the past year.

When I turned to the last page and saw the mischievous questions I had written about what rewards I would receive, my heart was filled with happiness.

I unconsciously continued flipping through the blank pages, feeling a pang of disappointment. When I reached the last page, a line of neat handwriting caught my eye: "As you wish." I froze, because the handwriting clearly indicated it had been written long ago. The feeling was indescribable; I only remember excitedly writing below, "Thank you, Mom. Please forgive me?"

I put it back on my pillow and, under the pretext of asking my mother, "Do you want to take the notebook back?" My mother looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes revealing unease. I met her gaze with unwavering determination. Finally, my mother couldn't resist and nodded gently. I shouted with excitement, even more excited than if I had known my grades. My mother, her face showing unease, silently walked away.

Soon, due to tuition fees and my personal plans, I had to continue working hard to earn money. The intense labor every day meant that I would often fall asleep immediately after dinner when I got home.

I finally saved enough money, and with more than two months left of my three-month-long vacation, I used the excuse that my father's mahjong games at home were too noisy and I couldn't concentrate on my studies, and asked to go back to my father's ancestral home, the old house we used to live in. They said they would just bring me food and a change of clothes every day. My father had no objection, and my grandfather supported me. My mother seemed to understand something; she looked at me with unease and a hint of fear, pleading, but dared not object, and so the decision was made.

Returning to the old house, I felt like I was ruling my own world. To my surprise, my mother didn't bring me food; instead, my grandfather came, which made me very uneasy. My grandfather wasn't well, so my father came instead. I was very disappointed, but my insistence on not going home made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved.

Two weeks passed, and I gradually became restless, eagerly anticipating what I was waiting for…

One night, a violent storm raged, with thunder and lightning. I gave up, standing in the rain, letting the downpour vent my anger, which caused me to develop a fever and be bedridden. My father brought me food, but despite my high fever, he was eager to go home: not to inform the family, but because he was worried about his mahjong game. No one came to see me that night, and the storm continued to rage.

I was still half-asleep in bed when the doorbell rang. A moment later, when I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman, her figure slender and shapely from the downpour, stood before me. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her full breasts heaved, clearly a result of her hurried journey. Her dress, soaked through, clung tightly to her slender and graceful body. She held a hairpin in her hand, letting her hair fall freely. One of her delicate hands touched my burning forehead.

Overwhelmed with grievance and emotion, tears streamed down my face. I sat up abruptly, hugged my mother tightly, buried my face in her full, firm breasts, and cried my heart out until I calmed down. I looked up and met my mother's tearful eyes. She comforted me, stroking my head, and I nestled in her warm embrace for a while before drifting off to sleep again.

When I woke up, it was already evening. My mother had changed into another dress. Seeing that I was awake, she asked me with concern. I nodded gently to indicate that I felt much better, and only then did my mother relax. She told me that my grandfather and father had also come, and that I had already received my injection. My grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when they came to visit me. I stretched energetically, and the doctor proudly told my father what he had done, but my grandfather was still very worried and scolded my father for not daring to say a word. My grandfather ordered me to continue lying down and rest, and told my mother to stay and take care of me before he and my father went back home.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight. I softly called out, "Mom." My mother, who had changed into a bathrobe, came from the living room to my bedside. Her beautiful hair was draped over her shoulders, and her alluring body was partially visible, sparking my imagination. My gaze was immediately fixed on her captivating body. After a while, I asked stupidly, "Have I eaten?" My mother chuckled sweetly.

Her pure and delicate face was as beautiful as a flower. I couldn't resist. I jumped up and pulled my unsuspecting mother onto the bed, retaliating by pinning her hands down. My mother was startled and unable to move. I mischievously kissed her on the lips. Startled, she desperately tried to pull away, and thus began our "kissing challenge"!

After successfully pinning her head down with my hands and giving her a forceful kiss, I didn't give up easily, to the point that both of us were struggling to breathe. When I finally let go, we were both panting heavily. My mother covered her mouth with her hand, and I immediately began to unbutton her nightgown. My mother stopped me, pleading, "Don't do this." I ignored her. Suddenly, my mother hissed at me, saying, "Someone's here!" I was so frightened that I immediately froze. My mother took the opportunity to break free and ran out of the bedroom.

I nervously went to the living room, only to find no one there. I called out to my grandfather and father, but no one answered. My mother was gone too. I realized I had been tricked, but I wasn't angry at all.

Just then, my mother came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of milk. I approached her with ill intent. She recoiled in fear, repeatedly saying "No," but I forced her against the wall. I pressed my entire body against her. She clutched the glass, desperately trying to pull away. I tried to take the glass, but she wouldn't let go. I picked her up and strode towards the bedroom. She closed her eyes, trembling, and began to cry.

After throwing her onto the bed, I didn't touch her, but quietly watched her. She opened her eyes, pleading with me. I gently kissed her, and she didn't resist. I easily removed the glass. She hugged herself tightly, trembling, her eyes too heavy to open.

I stripped naked, knelt beside her, and pulled her into my arms. She trembled violently, but I didn't violate her. Finally, she opened her eyes. I deliberately showed her the numerous scars on my body, shocking her. These scars were from hard labor, things I usually ignored, but I never imagined they would have such a profound impact on her.

My mother gently stroked my wounds, asking with heartache, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. My mother hugged me and began to sob. I hugged her back, letting her cry on my shoulder.

My mother weakly stopped crying, and I began to unbutton her pajamas. In a moment, she was left only in her underwear. She held onto her underwear tightly, leaving me helpless unless I resorted to violence. I stopped, looking at her with pleading eyes, and said, "Mom, didn't you promise me you'd do as I wished?" My mother started crying again. I kept kissing her eyes and tears, stroking her smooth back.

Gradually, her crying turned into intermittent sobs, and her tense body softened. I tried to take off her underwear, but she still wouldn't let go. I lowered my head and gently kissed the little hand that was tightly clutching her underwear, then kissed her ear and said, "Mom, have you forgiven me? I love you." Unexpectedly, my mother hugged me tightly and burst into tears again. I could only keep comforting her.

Gradually, my mother calmed down in my arms. I went to take off her shorts, and she only symbolically blocked me before allowing me to pull off her underwear. I laid her flat on the bed, carefully admiring my young and beautiful mother's flawless body: her firm breasts were even fuller, coupled with her slender waist, flat stomach, sexy hips, and long legs. Especially her alabaster skin; touching it felt like touching a work of art. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom, you're so beautiful!" My mother's beautiful face flushed, making her even more captivating.

I was finally about to explode. I parted my mother's legs, pressed down on her body, and my 15-inch penis eagerly sought entry. My mother sighed softly, parted her legs even further, and raised her hips. My penis immediately found the entrance. But my mother's vagina was still so tight. I eagerly lifted my lower body, pressed against the vaginal opening, and the large glans barely entered. My mother let out a painful moan.

"Gently, okay?" my mother pleaded. I stopped kissing her, repeatedly asking if she was in pain. She nodded, but then hugged my waist tightly, biting her lip, resolutely signaling for me to continue.

I thrust in with all my might, penetrating completely in one go. My mother's eyes widened, her brows furrowed, the veins on her long neck became visible, a muffled groan escaped her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. I dared not move, gently kissing my mother, her tongue silently intertwining with mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to thrust. My mother sucked on my mouth tightly, hugging my neck tightly, desperately enduring the pain.

The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase the force and rhythm, but my mother's vagina was too small and still dry. Finally, my mother couldn't help but let out a loud groan. I couldn't care less about anything else, and I unleashed all the resentment I had suppressed for so long. My mother shook her head in pain, trying to push me away from her. I held her waist, and with each thrust, my penis almost slipped out before fully penetrating her again. The extreme pleasure and my mother's pain made it almost impossible for me to control myself.

After more than 20 minutes, I felt I was about to climax. I hugged my mother tightly, pressing myself against her. My mother probably sensed that I was about to ejaculate and desperately raised her hips. In my all-out thrusting, my mother's pain reached its peak. When I finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted, she was too weak to even moan.

I kissed my mother gently and gratefully, and she responded enthusiastically, arousing my masculinity once more. We made love again, and this time it lasted for almost an hour. My mother was too weak to cooperate with me anymore, letting me enjoy her alluring body to my heart's content. Finally, I embraced my mother and drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

The next day, I woke up early. My mother, exhausted from my nearly night-long ordeal, was still fast asleep, her face streaked with tears, her beautiful features like pear blossoms after the rain. I kissed her tenderly, careful not to disturb her, and got up alone, full of energy, but suddenly felt ravenously hungry, so I went out to buy breakfast.

When I returned home, she was nowhere to be seen; she had gone to work. I was utterly disappointed. My father came to visit and, seeing my listless state, asked if I was feeling better. On a whim, I suggested that my mother come and take care of me, and my father readily agreed. I dared not reveal my inner elation, and feigned returning to my bedroom to rest, and my father left at the opportune moment.

When my mother came home from work, she had a negotiation-like conversation with me. I wanted her to continue spending time with me, but she said, "No."

"Didn't you promise me?"

I pleaded. She said, "I only did this to encourage you, and I've fulfilled my promise. You should be content."

I begged her desperately, and she finally cried and begged me to let her go. I shouted in despair and anger, "Would you rather endure my father's rudeness than spend time with me?"

My mother looked at me helplessly and pleaded that she would stay if I didn't violate her again. I reluctantly agreed.

My mother moved in with me, but I quickly let my desires run wild. My mother constantly resisted, making it difficult for me to succeed, but this only intensified the stimulation. My battlefield quickly expanded from the bed to the kitchen, living room, bathroom...

I spent a whole month happily with my mother, making love hundreds of times. But my grandfather's health deteriorated, forcing me to let my mother leave. From then on, for the remaining month or so, my mother never came again. I had no choice but to suppress my desires and focus on my studies.

Before the start of the school year, I moved back home and discovered a shocking event—my mother was pregnant!

My father had been the only son in three generations, and according to policy, he could have another child. He was incredibly proud of this miracle. My grandfather, considering my father's situation, had always hoped my mother would have another child, but she expressed her reluctance. My father and grandfather firmly disagreed.

That evening, while I was doing my homework, my mother quietly entered my room and communicated with me through her pen. She asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to have an abortion. I was confused because I also wanted a younger brother or sister. My mother seemed to have unspeakable difficulties, but she avoided directly addressing the issue and couldn't convince me.

I comforted her, saying I would take good care of her. My mother then hugged me and started crying. She told me that this child was my child, and she was terrified. I was initially stunned, but seeing my mother's helplessness, I had an idea. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you willing to have this child for me? This is our child. No matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life."

With my constant comfort and reassurance, my mother finally stopped insisting on an abortion. My mother's pregnancy temporarily reformed my father's ways, and my grandfather even started exercising for this unexpected grandson. We took meticulous care of my mother. For the sake of the child's prenatal education, my grandfather and father went to the ancestral home to play mahjong, with my father only occasionally returning to visit.

My mother, even more voluptuous and alluring due to her pregnancy, was irresistible to me, and for some reason, she completely yielded to my advances, allowing me to carefully violate her. Perhaps this was a privilege my father had never enjoyed, which made me incredibly proud.

My mother's belly grew bigger day by day, and after ten months of pregnancy, she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl, much to my father's disappointment. But this girl immediately became the center of attention for me, my grandfather, and my mother. My mother's face radiated with happy maternal love, making her even more attractive.

I secretly shared my mother's sweet breast milk with my younger sister and began violating her again as early as the safe period. My father was impatient with my sister's crying and often lost his temper, and my grandfather's smoking forced my sister to move to my safe bedroom. I gave my bed to my mother and sister, sleeping on a cot myself, and often helped my hardworking mother take care of my sister when she cried in the middle of the night. Of course, my mother, even more beautiful and alluring after childbirth, also rewarded me and actively cooperated with me, giving me unprecedented sexual satisfaction.

Imagine, when my mother and I made love next to my beautiful sister, my mother's gentleness was not only full of lover-like charm, but also possessed a maternal tenderness. My father's needs were also few; he would occasionally knock on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come and keep him company, and after it was over, he would ask my mother to come back, often stopping me by deliberately letting my sister cry. My mother also discovered my secret, but she was very grateful to me and, in turn, repaid me.

I loved my mother even more, and I consciously made her enjoy sex. Under my care, my mother's charm reached its peak. My mother and I often maintained the most intimate contact, happily watching my sleeping sister beside us. My mother also began to close her eyes and enjoy our sex, reaching orgasm more and more often, making me mistakenly believe that we were a happy family of three. When

my sister was one year old, the happy days seemed to end. My grandfather's death forced me to move to his room. My father seemed to have resumed his rule, and began to beat and abuse my mother again. But being strong, I could protect my mother. My father's outbursts often led her to seek refuge in my room at night, carrying my younger sister. Her bruises filled me with tenderness, and she became even more eager to seek comfort in our intimate moments.

My mother began to completely sever ties with my father, and we jointly drove him back to our old house. He resolutely refused to visit, which ironically emboldened me.

Unexpectedly, my mother became pregnant again. She told me the news, adding that besides my sister, she was also my daughter, and that I was the father this time. I was stunned, but upon reflection, it was inevitable, as I knew my father hadn't visited my mother for over six months, let alone had sex with her.

I secretly accompanied my mother to an abortion, and she underwent sterilization. We began to live happily. It wasn't until I met my beloved wife that my mother began to distance herself from me, and our relationship began to return to normal.

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