[Uncontrolled Maternal Love – A Sequel to "Maternal Love in Disarray"] (Chapter 3)

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Chapter Three
After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, the
unease I felt upon seeing him again vanished instantly. Previously, because of my possession of my mother, I had always felt
a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now... well, seeing him, I felt
a mixture of anger and a sense of accomplishment, much like a young male seizing power and status from a weakened, elderly man
.
Although my outward attitude towards my father remained unchanged, it was merely a facade. Whenever he lectured me
, I verbally obeyed, but inwardly I scoffed. After all,
I had taken the woman who originally belonged solely to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight anus
, which my father had never experienced. It was difficult for me to remain subservient to him. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly
attached to me and increasingly indifferent to my father, my sense of accomplishment as a man made me feel that I
could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.
Since having this thought, I've become increasingly proactive in my interactions with my mother, and she
doesn't seem to mind this change at all. Instead, when we're alone, she displays more of a submissive, wifely demeanor,
and even, with my subtle hints, she begins to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he comes home.
My father, however, doesn't seem to notice this shift in my mother. On one hand, he
doesn't have a strong desire for my mother's body, which he's already familiar with; on the other hand, many couples my father's age
already have a low frequency of sex, and having already satisfied his lust with his mistress
, he probably doesn't have much energy left. He's probably even secretly pleased that my mother hasn't pressured him to have sex.
Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese
woman's submissive and tolerant nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older
and couldn't handle long-distance driving all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle, who was still in his position, help him
get transferred back to an office job, perhaps a dispatching role—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was less demanding. If
my mother had exposed the affair then, my uncle would definitely have found out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he
might have sent my father back to his ancestral home in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly have fallen through.
However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that
she felt she was even with him this way. To allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and thus
focus on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she would satisfy my restless nature physically. However, the immoral
act of incest between mother and son, unacceptable to society, remained a lingering shadow over her heart, especially when facing my father. She
would always unconsciously feel guilty and ashamed.
In fact, after discovering my father's affair, after a brief period of disbelief and indignation, my mother felt
an indescribable sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her
breathing exceptionally easy and smooth.
However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly have any good feelings about my father having a mistress, so she
was quite unhappy with his occasional advances. Coincidentally, I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less.
As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost stopped trying to have sex with her.
Perhaps this is how people are; they tend to take what is readily available for granted, and over time, they may even
become somewhat weary. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would neglect my mother's mature and voluptuous body and
instead seek excitement outside. I've met the woman he was hooking up with. She was eight or
nine years younger than my mother, her breasts weren't as big—though they were a bit firmer—her buttocks weren't as round, her skin wasn't
as fair, and her looks, well, in my opinion, weren't as appealing as my mother's. However, she knew how to dress well; perhaps what people call
being flirtatious. But I still preferred the way my mother looked when I rode her, shy yet full of desire
.
As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened
. Initially, my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus mainly so that I could concentrate on
my studies afterward. Now, however, she unconsciously dresses according to my preferences, and even
changes into sexy and revealing clothes when we're alone to please me—of course, she remains
reserved and modest in public. Along with this, she never forgets to wear
various types of sheer stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or garter stockings on her long, shapely legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover ,
she's become increasingly accepting of my previously unthinkable bold requests—thanks to the great internet,
my lewd thoughts are constantly evolving.
By the time I graduated from junior high, a few internet cafes had already opened in our county; during my first year of high school,
a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased; by my second year of high school, almost every internet
cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and his classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Chinese New Year that year
. Under Xiao Dao's guidance, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then, Xiao Dao handed me a small note: "Bro,
I've got something good for you to see!"
Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC programming languages, so
I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. Step by step,
I clumsily typed www.********.com (hehe, if you smile knowingly when you see this website,
it proves you, like S-kun, experienced that era). After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed
Enter forcefully, "Done. Pick what you like to see." Then
, Xiao Dao turned to focus on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it, and wow, he had already
quickly opened a picture. The picture showed a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman completely naked, holding up her
large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze, chuckled, and said, "Brother, I just gave you some too.
It's on that website too, you can look at it yourself."
I smiled somewhat sheepishly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and clumsily operated the mouse
and keyboard. I opened the adult literature section, browsed through it, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly clicked on the incest literature section and
opened a story called "My Mother," reading it voraciously...
I don't know how much time passed before Xiao Dao patted my shoulder. "Brother, let's go back?" he said, leaning closer
. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao had sharp eyes and
had already seen the content—"Out of Control Mother and Son," an early and well-known incestuous
story about mother and son, and one of the few at the time that focused on anal sex. For a little pervert like me, obsessed with the tight anus
of mothers, it was truly a feast.
Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Bro, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and
every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, son fucking mom's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what,
it's actually quite satisfying." He then glanced sideways at my bulge, gave me
a knowing, knowing smirk.
I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit surprised. Turns out this guy has similar tastes to me. No wonder he
found me all those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he's into that kind of guy too! But right now,
I wasn't in the mood to talk to him. After reading over ten incestuous stories, my dick had gone from hard to soft to hard again . All I could think about was getting home so I could release 　　my pent-up desires
on my mother's voluptuous, alluring body . 　　After calming my agitated penis, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They 　　discussed playing pool again, and Xiao Dao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really had no interest. 　　What entertainment could compare to the endless 　　pleasure brought to me by my mother's warm lips, her wet, slippery vagina, and her soft, supple anus?! 　　I made up an excuse, and without waiting for them to stop me, I hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although 　　it was windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, occasionally adjusting my 　　position—because of the excitement, my penis stretched my thick jeans very tight, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust it. 　　Although the journey that usually took ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, 　　my lust-driven mind made it feel like hours had passed. 　　I clumsily leaned the bike against the wall and ran upstairs in a few strides. 　　Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague of my father's had their child getting married, and my father went to help drive and pick up 　　relatives. My brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and 　　might not be back until dinner. It's a little past 3 PM now, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next 　　building. If I'm not mistaken, only my mother will be home. 　　I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw 　　my father's suede shoes lying on the floor beside my mother's ankle boots. I was stunned: Father home?! Damn!! 　　Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!" 　　"Yeah, Dad, weren't you going to help Uncle Xu's son at his wedding? Why are you back?" Disappointed, I 　　slowly changed my shoes and asked my father listlessly. 　　My father was clearly in good spirits and didn't notice my dejection. He chuckled as he watched TV, replying without turning his head 　　, "Ah, several relatives from their hometown are going home after lunch, saying they'll 　　go back before the main dinner starts tonight. Their village is only a dozen kilometers east of our house, so I offered to take them. I can drop them off, 　　go home and rest, and then pick them up around 5 pm to take them to the hotel, saving me a lot of travel. Haha, Old Xu even 　　gave me another pack of cigarettes for this." 　　"Damn it, what bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, managing a weak "Yeah, that's good. 　　By the way, where's Mom?" Having not seen her since returning, I casually asked. 　　"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 pm, she had just tidied the house. She's probably tired and 　　went to bed." 　　"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be 　　knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time," I thought to myself. 　　Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always 　　speaks of me with great pride. Whenever he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially 　　if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun toys he brings back make many of my classmates envious 　　. 　　But my father has no idea that I, his proud son, have gradually 　　replaced his position and role in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he had never touched, have become 　　the playground for my unrestrained penis. He has taken his gentle and virtuous wife and put her in various lewd and seductive positions on their bed 　　countless times. And in his supposedly clean and comfortable home, 　　traces of my mother and I's passionate lovemaking are almost everywhere—on the sofa where he's sitting now, I often 　　sit comfortably, watching TV while enjoying the imperial treatment of my mother, naked from the waist up and only wearing sexy stockings and high heels, 　　kneeling between my legs and giving me oral sex. This was something my father could never have imagined, even if he tried his hardest. 　　After learning of his betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and 　　a sense of relief: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I couldn't actually say 　　this to him, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father like a disgraced old lion 　　king and his young replacement in an animal pride. Facing him, I always felt a lingering 　　sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I now understand why 　　, even though no man would tolerate the humiliation of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women— 　　it's fucking thrilling! 　　Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, I naturally couldn't go into her bed 　　to enjoy her mature, alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of the pent-up desire. I tiptoed
to the door, peeked through a crack, and saw my father smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the desk
drawer, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.
Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient to have sex with my mother, so I would have her take off her worn stockings for
me to masturbate with. This year, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but honestly
, I still prefer the stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to play with, rather than just
holding them in my hands for masturbation.
I slipped one leg of the ultra-thin gray pantyhose, still faintly smelling of my mother's skin, onto my hand, grasped my
hard penis, and began to stroke it up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose, brought it to my face, and
smelled and licked it.
Since discovering my stocking fetish, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at her hotel, with whom she had a good relationship,
to buy a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They
were all of relatively good quality—and of course, not cheap—the material was smooth and soft, clinging to my mother's plump, fleshy legs. Touching them always
made me intoxicated. During sex with my mother, I almost always had one hand constantly caressing her stockinged legs
.
Now that I can't enjoy my mother's mature body, I can only use her stockings to masturbate. I
need to calm my erect penis down first… So, while smelling and licking them, my hand kept moving. My previously menacing
penis ejaculated a large amount of thick, white semen through my mother's ultra-thin pantyhose, and then slowly subsided.
I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked gray stockings under the bed, and crawled under the covers
. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I felt much calmer and soon fell asleep. I
opened my eyes again to find my father shaking me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"
"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick people up. You should get up too
. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."
"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed
, but my father's words immediately woke me up, and I immediately objected.
My father didn't insist: "That's fine then. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few of Lao Xu's relatives
. You and your mother should pay attention to the time. The banquet is set for 6:30, don't be too late. I'll be going now."
I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room.
My mother was probably in her room when she responded, and then my father left.
With a bang, the door slammed shut, and I jumped out of bed. The winter air was
bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed my coat and threw it on, then
rushed across the living room, opened my mother's bedroom door, and dashed onto her bed.
My mother seemed to be getting up, sitting against the headboard getting dressed, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly
startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in the air. Seeing it was me,
she gave me a disapproving look. "When are you going to learn to be a little more composed?" she said,
shaking off half of the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"
After all, she was my mother; her first thought was that I should be warm. I chuckled, slipped
under the covers, and immediately snuggled up to her, planting a big kiss on her fair cheek.
I had just been lying in bed for a while. My mother's full, soft body, clad only in her underwear,
was pressed against me almost without any gap, making it incredibly comfortable to hold her.
I reached out and wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist, pulling her back into the covers. My mother chuckled softly
, reaching out to hug my neck and bringing her lips to mine.
I unceremoniously captured her moist, red lips with my own, my tongue skillfully venturing into her mouth, finding
her smooth, soft tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands, too, expertly
explored her mature, full body.
My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays in Mandarin they are called "autumn clothes" and "long johns
," I don't know where that originated. Someone on Weibo has also raised this question, as many places call them cotton undershirts and thermal
underwear, including my hometown). With her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's
fair and full body.
Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, stockings and pantyhose have almost become a standard part of my mother's wardrobe to satisfy me . Today was no exception; my mother was wearing a pair of flesh 　　-colored crystal transparent stockings
under her underwear . 　　I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful, silk-stockinged legs. I eagerly pressed my lips to her 　　plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I savored the warm 　　scent of her body and the smooth texture of the silk stockings, leaving wet streaks on her thin, fleshy stockings 　　. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, alluring moans. 　　When my tongue brushed past the lace trim of her stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties 　　, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through the thin silk fabric, I diligently licked 　　the hollow between her plump mounds. Soon, a large wet patch appeared in the middle of her panties, a mixture of my saliva 　　and the vaginal fluid secreted from her own vagina. 　　After performing oral sex on my mother through her underwear for a while, I slightly raised my head and used my teeth to bite the elastic band of her underwear 　　, trying to pull it off. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily 　　remove the last layer of protection from her vulva. 　　My hands caressed my mother's smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs, and I buried my head between her legs again. 　　My tongue parted her already wet vulva and entered her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, 　　occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, trying to explore the depths of her vulva. I also used my nose, touching her clitoris...

I rubbed against her back and forth.
Stimulated by my tongue, my mother's initial low hums grew increasingly rapid, slowly transforming
into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were
as clear as a victory horn to my ears, fueling my desire.
After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis harden and throb slightly, I pulled my head out of the covers and took
a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste
my own flavor. Then, I eagerly parted her legs and thrust my hot, erect penis into her already
wet and throbbing vagina.
Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina couldn't possibly
be as tight as the young women described in books. However, the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly,
the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrusting in and out of my own mother's honey pot was irreplaceable by any other sensation
. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her
clitoris would open and close with each touch, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an
exceptionally pleasurable feeling.
Getting carried away, I bent down and lifted my mother's two long, slender, silk-stockinged legs onto my shoulders, lowered my head, and
gently nibbled at her erect nipples with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously
bit her nipple hard. She cried out in surprise, looking up to see my wicked grin.
She pinched my chest, both angry and amused. "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's...off off?!"
I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed my mother's rounded thighs, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing her
wet and swollen vulva to my eyes. With a sudden thrust, my thick, fleshy penis, covered in the secretions of both mother and son,
forced open her half-open labia and plunged fully into her.
My mother groaned softly, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doting son
thrust wildly into her, releasing his lust. From the mother's perspective, she could see
the glistening fluid on her engorged penis as it withdrew from her lips,
adding a touch of embarrassment to her already flushed face.
As my movements became more intense, her moans grew louder. Holding her
plump, silk-stockinged legs, I thrust my penis vigorously into her vagina while turning my head to lick her
rounded calves and delicate feet, which I held in mid-air. This caused her to chuckle softly , ticklishly
, between her moans. Amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my saliva all over her
legs, which were encased in flesh-colored stockings.
After thrusting violently for over a hundred times, I lowered her legs, which I had held for so long,
patted her white buttocks, and gestured for her to lie on her side. I then pulled the blanket over her back.
My mother smiled and glanced at me, praising me, "Good son, you know how to care for others now."
Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her shapely, stockinged legs. I knelt
on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, easily
penetrating to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.
I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick,
dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia,
revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her vulva. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets from the gap where my mother and I were joined
. Meanwhile, I sat beneath my mother's other beautiful leg, encased in smooth stockings. With each
movement, the leg rubbed against her buttocks and inner thigh, sending waves of smooth, soft sensation through me, further arousing my desire
.
However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes, thrusting into my mother's wet, moist vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath.
Partly, my mother's leg was getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own
back and legs were aching and numb.
After a short rest, I had my mother turn over, raising the other leg. I rubbed
my erect penis, covered in secretions, against my mother's stockings, then pressed it against her light brown anus, already soaked with her vaginal fluids. With a little force
, the large, glistening, purplish-red glans forced its way through the tight yet soft anus, slowly plunging completely
between my mother's two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.
After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was quite skilled at anal sex, she
couldn't just rush in like she had with the vaginal canal.
She let out a long breath, adjusting to the full, hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, indicating
I could move.
With her permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with her soft, plump, snow-white buttocks,
I began thrusting into her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, her smooth,
plump buttocks trembling with each thrust of my penis, accompanied by
soft moans of "Ah...ah..."
As her body writhed, her long hair spread across the pillow, her pale face flushed, her hazy
eyes half-open, occasionally furrowing her brow at my vigorous movements. She looked both delicate and alluring,
stimulating me to become even more ferocious, and her moans grew louder.
My thick, hard penis thrust in and out between my mother's fair, plump buttocks, penetrating to its hilt with each stroke,
stretching her tender anus even wider. As it withdrew, the menacing purplish-red glans caused my mother's small anus to bulge out from the cleft of her buttocks, the
elastic anal flesh enveloping my penis, sending me a warm and soft, wonderful sensation.
I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, fleshy aroma and
the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into my mother's tight, warm anus, my
gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. I watched as my mother's snow-white body writhed with my vigorous thrusts
, her full breasts and plump buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, snow-white buttocks, which resembled bouncy milk.
The jelly-like flesh trembled between my legs, and the soft touch of her body beneath me suddenly gave me an inexplicable
urge. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's plump, white buttocks.
With a crisp "smack," the smooth, white flesh trembled violently, and
the low moans my mother had been deliberately suppressing in her throat suddenly rose much higher, a groan that sounded like pain escaped from her red lips and dissipated into
the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed look, I let go of my initial trepidation,
chuckled, and began to knead her beautiful, round buttocks without any mercy, thrusting forcefully in and out of her mature anus
, making her tender anus turn red. While manipulating my mother's soft, smooth anus, I would occasionally raise my hand
and slap her plump buttocks, which trembled with the movement of my penis. Before long, my mother's originally snow-white, plump
buttocks were stained with a bright color. With each slap I gave, my mother's moans grew
increasingly louder.
Haha, it seems novels truly are based on life but transcend it; even the most absurd erotic novels
apply. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic pleasures of some novel protagonists,
I felt her snow-white buttocks spasm and tighten with each slap—I didn't dare use real force, afraid she'd get angry—and
a tight ring of flesh gripped my penis between the soft flesh,
making me almost foam at the mouth—of course, referring to my penis!
Looking down, I saw my mother's once tight anus stretched round, like a thin red thread around
my penis. With a gentle pull of the glans, her soft anus opened, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh,
twitching slightly against my penis, ripe and alluring.
By this time, my mother had lowered her legs, lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump,
snowy buttocks arched back as far as she could. I remained kneeling on one of her silk-stockinged legs, grasping her
warm, soft, and full buttocks with both hands. With a thrust of my penis forward, her anus immediately tightened, pulling me into her buttocks. Her tender
anus gripped my shaft tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base of my penis. My entire penis was
enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, tight and slippery.
Holding my mother's plump buttocks tightly, and with each rapid thrust, my mother's body trembled even more violently. Her
usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and alluring expression, her wet anus gripping my penis,
twitching unconsciously.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mom, is it comfortable?"
"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—"
The tender flesh of her intestinal walls rubbed against my glans, sending a blissful, tingling sensation through her. My mother's cheeks flushed
red, her hands gripping the headboard, her plump, white buttocks twisting wildly in response to my thrusts, the flesh slapping
loudly against my lower abdomen, her vagina overflowing with fluids.
Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."
My mother was clearly aroused, saying haltingly, "I'm your...good son...you're Mom's too
..."
Her moans grew more rapid, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling with each thrust. Suddenly, her whole body
tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.
I had been holding back for half a day. Now, my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it, constantly
pulsating. I immediately released my pent-up ejaculation deep within her intestines.
This ejaculation was exceptionally plentiful. I lay on top of my mother, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full
breasts, my legs rubbing against her ample, stockinged thighs. I squinted, enjoying
the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.
My mother's plump buttocks, pressed beneath me, trembled and twitched, occasionally clenching my not-yet-fully-erect
penis, squeezing out the remaining semen.
I pulled the blanket over ourselves, covering my mother completely, and turned my head to kiss her. My mother turned her
face to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into my mother's small mouth, sucking on her wet, soft tongue until
a soreness shot through my neck. Reluctantly, I released her lips, rolled off her, and
lay down beside her.
My mother turned over, smiled gently at me, and said, "We should get up and get ready to go to the hotel
."
"Okay," I nodded, got up, and started dressing. My mother dressed and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
I went back to my room to get dressed, and then we went out together and hailed a taxi to the hotel.
When we arrived, my father was already sitting there, chatting animatedly with a group of colleagues, smoking. I went over
to greet him, but he waved dismissively at my mother and me before turning back to his conversation.
My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and soon my brother arrived. He didn't
say much before my father called him to their table for drinks. As my father's colleagues at the table put it, "Old He,
your eldest son is all grown up now, it's time for him to have a drink."
Actually, my brother often drank with his classmates at the sports school, and my parents probably knew
but turned a blind eye.
Anyway, after a while, the banquet began. Since I was sitting with a group of aunties and grandmothers, no one was drinking, so
I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.
I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold,
the hotel was very warm, and there were many people, so the bride was wearing a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know
when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and
a hint of her ample bosom. The bridesmaid was rather plump and clearly less attractive than the bride. I maliciously speculated that the bride
had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive to be her foil.
The bride was standing next to me while she was toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and
caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and taut. My mother noticed
my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me.
After the bride finished toasting and left, I turned to admire her curvaceous back, especially her round, perky breasts.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my leg as my mother kicked me. I turned around and saw her puffed-up profile
. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; she was jealous
, wasn't she? I whispered in her ear that she should find me in the bathroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and
pushed back my chair to go to the bathroom. I walked around the bathroom for a bit—good, no one was there. I went back
to the door and patiently waited for her.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, she appeared in the hallway.
Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, she blushed and lightly spat, "You naughty son,
you're getting more and more irresponsible! What did you call me here for? To go see someone's bride!"
"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell vinegar?" I grinned and hugged
her tightly.
My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hand away. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!"
"Okay, let's go inside. I've checked, there's no one inside." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully
dragged her into the men's restroom stall.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of our home, there were so many people at the banquet, and
someone could walk in at any moment. Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite a hassle. My mother was very worried,
holding my hand to stop me from doing anything inappropriate, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and faded, you should find someone
as young and beautiful as today's bride."
Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself, and said to my mother with a serious face, "Mom, in my
heart you are the most beautiful and loving woman in the world. Having you is enough for me for the rest of my life, how could I possibly want another woman
?!"
My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a clichéd line that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore , it was enough to make 　　her heart flutter
for a mother who had never received a sweet word from my father . 　　Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face, her shy and hesitant expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I 　　became even more aroused and reached out to undo her belt. 　　Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge myself in this situation. Finally 　　, she persuaded me, driven by lust, to give her oral sex without taking off my clothes. 　　I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees, standing there with my legs wide apart. My mother 　　glared at me with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to 　　suck and swallow. 　　After ejaculating that afternoon, I had only wiped my genitals briefly; some 　　marks from our intercourse remained on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, she 　　will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite 　　apprehensive about making such a request for the first time, but my mother hesitated for a moment and then agreed. However, that was because I had given her an enema that day, and 　　my penis was still clean; if it had been contaminated with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But today, with 　　only some semen and nectar on it, my mother naturally didn't mind. 　　First, she licked the entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it glisten with oil. Then, my mother took the menacing 　　glans into her mouth and began to move it back and forth, letting my penis slide in and out of her warm, moist mouth. 　　Watching my dark, thick penis move in and out between my mother's red lips, and with my mother trying to make me ejaculate as quickly as possible 　　, she used the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and the shaft while also stroking my testicles with her hand. 　　With my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved significantly, and she can now comfortably accommodate 　　my thick, long penis inserted into her throat. So, my mother would sometimes open her mouth wide and vigorously stroke my penis, sometimes 　　swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of my penis being gripped by her tight throat; other times, she would gently 　　spread my urethral opening with the tip of her tongue and brush it back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly in pleasure. 　　Under my mother's skillful tongue, despite having just climaxed on her that afternoon, I quickly 　　felt the urge to ejaculate again, my entire penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I 　　was about to give in and sucked even harder. Finally, a strong 　　tingling sensation shot through my glans in her mouth, and it began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see that with each 　　spurt, my mother's throat moved, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire. 　　After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother released my semi-erect penis and carefully used her tongue to 　　scoop up all the remaining semen, white and cloudy, back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneeling submissively beside me, performing 　　this lewd service, I felt my still-soft penis, after ejaculating, still had the slightest urge to rise again. 　　My mother suddenly flicked my wet penis lightly. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Now 　　hurry up and get dressed and go out." 　　I chuckled foolishly and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was around 　　. I walked to the door, looked around, and turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, then looked back 　　at the bathroom mirror to tidy her clothes and hair. Only when she felt everything was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief. 　　"Let's go." 　　On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that 　　I would study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. To be honest, since we had an intimate physical 　　relationship, I'm not as fearful of my mother's lectures as before. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could 　　throw a little tantrum and give her a cold shoulder. But now, if I dare to show the slightest impatience, 　　it's my mother who will throw a tantrum and give me a hard time, and she has her trump card—she won't let me touch her. So, for the sake of 　　my own happiness, I could only listen respectfully to my mother's nagging. 　　I affectionately linked arms with my mother as we walked back to our seats. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; 　　on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own mischievous sons who 　　were always causing trouble with their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a relationship as good as ours.

I feigned a shy smile, glancing at my mother while secretly chuckling to myself, "You'd never guess that my mom and I are
even closer in bed!"
Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I remained oblivious, my bewildered eyes
fixed on my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away…
(To be continued
)

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