[Mom's New Love]

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(I)
Before telling you how I became the new man in my mother's sex life, let me tell you some
background about my family.
My parents had a happy and fulfilling sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage
, but when my father climbed to a leadership position in his company, work became his entire life, which greatly
damaged his marriage. When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production at the factory. Of course,
his salary increased accordingly, but so did his responsibilities. This meant that he had to work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and overtime was always possible. He also had to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he had to 　　visit other production sites
on his days off . 　　He came home very late, often not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, and most of the time he looked very tired. 　　My father is definitely a hardworking and responsible person; he always puts 110% of his energy and 　　time into his work. But our family is not short of money, and I really don't understand why he works so hard all day 　　without having time to enjoy life. 　　At home, Dad became increasingly superfluous. He and Mom grew more and more incompatible, and 　　Dad couldn't participate in almost anything Mom cared about. Their sex life had practically ceased to exist. However, Mom was a 　　woman who enjoyed sex (I only learned this later), and in the first few months, she tried to arouse Dad 　　. Sometimes she would dress very sexily and wait until late, until Dad came home, but he always 　　disappointed her. This wasn't his fault; he was simply too tired to do anything else. In the afternoons, he was 　　always busy preparing for his evening work, neglecting Mom. Occasionally, on Sundays, they would have a quickie, but it 　　was always rushed. Gradually, Mom gave up, becoming taciturn and difficult to get along with, while 　　Dad, busy with work, obviously didn't realize this. 　　To be fair, if you paid a little attention, you would find that my mother was actually a very beautiful woman 　　. And by "woman," I don't mean the petite, beautiful, but simple-minded 　　women that are popular these days. My mother was quite tall, standing 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 140 pounds. She had round, firm breasts, a full and shapely bottom, 　　firm and upright buttocks, rounded and full thighs, well-curved calves, and neatly trimmed ankles 　　. When she smiled, deep dimples appeared on her cheeks. Combined with her straight nose, bright mouth, 　　bright black-brown eyes, and soft, wavy tawny hair, she was stunning, especially to me 　　. The reason for this detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother was a great beauty; 　　wherever she went, she was the center of attention. 　　As for myself—the last member of the family—I was then a high school senior 　　, a model student in the traditional sense, excelling academically and also an excellent athlete 　　, especially fond of football, and a member of the school team. I was 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighed 175 　　pounds, muscular, and athletic; I was the second fastest on the team. However, I have some social 　　problems. For example, I hate having boring conversations with others, and I feel awkward and unsure of 　　what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this longing. 　　I have had experience dating women before, having had two girlfriends in total. 　　The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and boss them around. During our relationship 　　, she was always finding fault with me, finding fault with everything I did. Fortunately, I quickly grew tired of her 　　. I admit she was a great kissing partner; the only thing I remember about her was that she liked to kiss, but I 　　never considered entering her world. Now she's 　　married to a slut who likes to whip her with a belt from time to time, so of course she has no right to tell him what to do. 　　The second girl was a shy, short girl, at least to me. It took me a long time 　　to teach her how to kiss. Although she learned diligently, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy 　　kissing, she was still very sensitive. The moment I carelessly touched her breasts, she would scream 　　and threaten to tell her parents. Our relationship had to end. Later, 　　a playboy at our school got her, and she quickly became a slut, 　　available to anyone who approached her. 　　Once, she hinted that she would be happy to cooperate if I wanted her, but I had 　　lost all interest in any part of her body; I wouldn't waste my passion and semen on a promiscuous woman. 　　Okay, enough of that, let's get back to the point. 　　I, a hot-blooded young man, not bad-looking, could only relieve my many sexual frustrations through 　　masturbation. My mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her work-obsessed husband 　　. I often had many vivid and imaginative sexual fantasies, and the most frequent 　　object of these fantasies was my beautiful and sexy mother. Think about it: your husband and father are away from home most of the time, leaving 　　two lonely, yearning people to spend the night alone. And you have a very obvious solution—indeed 　　, very obvious—incest (if you approve of it). It's the most natural thing to do. 　　But sometimes, things don't go as planned. 　　I approve of incest, at least I have this idea. I don't think incest is immoral. In traditional 　　thinking, incest is condemned, but I believe that in family relationships, the relationship between parents and children 　　is closer than anyone else's. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other, 　　and it's not impossible for it to develop into a sexual relationship. Honestly, I've thought about it, but I never imagined it would actually happen 　　, even though I've dreamt of it countless times with my beautiful mother, and I eagerly hope that one 　　day it will come true. But when it comes to putting it into practice, I'm at a loss. I spent a long 　　time observing and thinking, and finally came to an unbelievable conclusion: my mother has always been very 　　interested in me—sexually.

Realizing this, though not entirely certain, I decided to launch my offensive. From premeditated, simple teasing
to subtle flirting, everything began so naturally and slowly. I knew my mother was
n't feeling well about herself, even doubting her own charm, all because of my father's coldness towards her. Therefore, I began
trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and charming she was to her son
. At first, I was clumsy, often failing to express myself clearly, frequently blushing from saying the wrong thing, but my mother always
understood me quickly. I could tell she liked it; she knew I was sincere, even though my words
didn't sound as eloquent as orators'. She could understand the meaning behind my words. With
each compliment, my eloquence improved, and my words became sweeter, often
rewarding me with a warm hug from my mother.
I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her from her husband's neglect; we talked about everything
. From our conversation, I learned about my mother's life experiences when she was young, all her interests, hobbies, and
dreams. My mother was no longer as aloof and distant as before, but now she was so
close to me, like an interesting friend, deeply attracting me. I discovered that I could talk about anything with her,
even things I would never dare to say to anyone else.
Honestly, although I often went to the movies and played games with a group of friends, I never had any true
friends. Now, my mother has become my closest friend, and I feel both confused
and fulfilled about this relationship. We watch TV together, play cards, and occasionally go out for meals or concerts. I often help my mother with
housework, cooking, or cleaning up, and even do her laundry. However, I have always had an extremely strong desire for her body
, and this desire grows stronger every day. I can only barely suppress this unhealthy desire through frequent masturbation and dreaming of having passionate sex with her
. I once wanted to peep at my mother while she showered, but her bathroom was in her room,
and unless she left the door open, I had no chance. However, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I feel my self-
control rapidly declining, and I'm getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. But on the other hand, I also appreciate
our current close friendship.
I can also sense that my mother greatly admires me as her companion. She seems more relaxed and happier than before
, and loves life more. She seems unwilling to
talk about her growing distance from my father, and has given up trying to make any further effort. She often tells me about her relationship with my father, from their
first meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and finally getting married, indirectly, subtly, and implicitly making me understand that she has lost
the sex life they once shared and loved. Whenever this happens, she always gently shakes her head, looking very melancholy
, telling me how much she longs for someone to comfort her and talk to her. Every time this happens, I almost blurt
out, "Mom, let me take Dad's place and keep you company?" But each time, the words get stuck in my throat. I
hate my cowardice and weakness; I'm so useless.
Now, my mother is starting to care about her appearance again. She started using cosmetics again, sporting
a fashionable hairstyle, and paying more attention to her clothing. Often she wore faded jeans with a loose-fitting
top, sometimes a tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent,
full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous figure. Later, as the weather warmed and summer arrived, she
wore a very daring and revealing golf skirt, something I had never seen her dressed like before.
All of this made me incredibly aroused, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white underwear.
Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even quite boldly and cheesily, but honestly
, I genuinely appreciated her transformation. My mother, however, was clearly more delighted by my praise, and would take the opportunity to hug
and cuddle me as a reward. My mother increasingly tended to use her body to subtly suggest how much she loved her son.
This game of push and pull continued, intoxicating me. Each embrace made my desire burn as
fiercely as the summer sun.
Our hugs became more and more frequent, and my longing for the future grew stronger. There were things
I'd never experienced before; I wasn't a child anymore. Every morning before school, I
hugged my mother goodbye, and when I came home, I was greeted with another warm hug. We'd hug each other and say
goodnight and good morning. When I greeted her, I received a hug; when I helped her with chores, another
warm hug followed.
Gradually, kisses were added to the hugs. At first, we only exchanged fleeting
kisses on the cheek, but soon they developed into deep kisses, and finally, naturally, into mouth-to-mouth contact. So I
started actively seeking out these kisses I longed for, instead of just waiting for them to come.
For example, after dinner, while clearing the table, I'd seize the opportunity to hug my mother, give her a kiss, and tell her
how sweet it was. When she tried on new clothes, I'd pretend to observe intently, then
let out an envious whistle, hug her tightly, and give her an eager kiss. As time went by,
the kisses gradually became gentler and sweeter. I thought that if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look
like a very happy couple.
My love for my mother grew stronger every day, and my desire for her alluring body also became stronger.
You might think that my mother would explicitly express her love for me, but unfortunately, that never
happened. I could only try to understand, probe, and feel my mother's love through observation, speculation, and physical contact. If I
misunderstood my mother's meaning and acted rashly, and was kicked out of bed by her, guess what the consequences would be? A woman's heart is
the most unpredictable thing. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I didn't know which hints might bring me good
luck. However, my mother gradually stopped hiding and no longer concealed her sexy and alluring body.
She often wore a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and also developed the habit of making her full breasts
appear and disappear when she bent over, or letting me vaguely see her underwear underneath. Whenever this happened, I would...
I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her thick, dark
pubic hair through the thin silk dress. Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I would see her alone in her pajamas
. These silk pajamas obviously couldn't cover her body, and I could clearly see
the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So moving! It's good to be alive! Although I couldn't truly experience pleasure, it
was still a feast for the eyes.
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Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and she obviously intended for me to see her.
Once, when I came home from school and was going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder, so I wasn't sneaking up the stairs. Then
my mother suddenly appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic
area completely exposed to me. I was startled, and my eyes involuntarily stared at her proudly erect breasts
and her bushy pubic area.
But Mom seemed more "surprised," saying, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." She didn't seem in a hurry
to cover herself; instead, she deliberately turned around seductively, letting my lustful eyes feast on her alluring buttocks
, before slowly walking back to her room.
Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in to find Mom inside, having just undressed
and standing naked. Clearly, she was about to take a shower. I was instantly embarrassed, stammering an apology
before frantically slipping out of the bathroom, my face burning.
"It's okay, darling," Mom didn't seem angry, "I forgot to close the door." She was no longer
trying to hide her sexual desires—that was good! I was quite satisfied with everything I saw. The only
odd thing about this was that my parents' room also had a separate bathroom, where Mom had always showered.
As I said, Mom started wearing very short golf skirts (she didn't like playing golf),
but only at home and after Dad had left. That day she wore a short skirt
that barely covered her buttocks. When she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white
panties were always faintly visible—I noticed they were always white. My mother was increasingly careless about her posture.
She sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes she would curl her knees, spreading her legs wide,
revealing everything beneath her skirt, seemingly oblivious to the lustful gleam in her son's eyes.
Her white panties frequently entered my field of vision. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for me to clearly see the
style: transparent, high-waisted white panties that allowed a clear view of the alluring
black pubic area.
I stared greedily at that dazzling black area. Suddenly, my mother seemed to see right through me
, giving me a flirtatious and alluring glare, which startled me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me,
staring at me with ill intent, gently stroking my head. A familiar yet unfamiliar female scent wafted into my
nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement. I only hoped that my mother truly desired me, and that
I could have my wish fulfilled. My mother was so close, almost within reach. I desperately wanted to suddenly pin her down
, but at that moment, I was at a loss, unsure of what to do next. If I made a move on my mother,
only to find that it was just wishful thinking, it could destroy
the good relationship we had painstakingly built. I didn't want that to happen. After all, she was my mother, and morally, I
couldn't do anything inappropriate to her unless she initiated it or there was further intimacy.
(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted at the time, trying hard to restrain herself from crossing that
step that could forever change our lives.)
Nothing happened that day. I was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. I longed to break through, yet I was also afraid
to.
One evening, I was lying on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I'd finished reading on the floor beside me
. My mother came over, wanting to pick out a few pages. She bent over, half-kneeling, her back to me, legs spread, her full
buttocks right in front of me, almost within reach. She was wearing a golf skirt, her white panties barely covering her tight
buttocks. Through the transparent white panties, I could clearly see the outline of her thick labia. Just as
I was staring at them, imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding them with my penis, I suddenly noticed
my mother peeking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile. I immediately turned my head away as if electrocuted, my face flushed with embarrassment.
My mother didn't say anything, continuing to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I, like a thief, would occasionally glance at my mother's alluring figure
, until she finished the newspaper and sat back on the sofa. Only then did I realize she was barely suppressing a laugh, seemingly
quite pleased. It turned out my mother had planned this all along, only for me, the pathetic spectator, to get away with it.
When it was time to say goodnight, Mom's kiss was unusually gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual
, almost like a passionate kiss between lovers. I can swear her tongue tentatively darted in twice.
She seemed reluctant to part with me; I was sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I backed
down. I was afraid that once things started, they would get out of control. Although in my dreams, I could
do anything with Mom in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to give her everything I had, and she would
reciprocate accordingly, including her passion, even her body. But in real life, I couldn't, and I wasn't
entirely sure what Mom was thinking. Ah, my dream! I was going crazy. That night, I
masturbated all night long.
The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and was surprisingly refreshed. As I shaved, I heard Dad
drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had
a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad. After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom
came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left)
and a t-shirt, without a bra.
My God, she looked so hot and sexy, while I was only wearing shorts, it was really...
No, my penis was starting to slip out of my control. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat
down. She carried the pan, filled with pancakes, to my right and placed them on my plate.
Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I reached my right hand between her legs and gently
stroked the inside of her thigh. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly
radiating a dazzling flame of desire. I knew what to do next.
As if electrocuted, the feeling when my fingers caressed my mother's soft, satin-smooth skin
was indescribable. We both froze for a while, waiting for what would happen next.
Well, I'd done what I needed to do. I'd broken the ice, pierced the
thin veil between us, and I had no choice but to move forward. At this point, if I were to back down like before
, I wouldn't be a man. So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly
moving up from her knees to the crease of her thighs. My mother's breathing quickened immediately, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she
slowly, carefully placed the pan of pancakes on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing
there letting me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer, gently encircling my neck with both hands, letting
my breath hitch against her left breast. I guessed she was also somewhat afraid of what was about to happen.
For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, and she just gently
held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking it with both hands.
My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of her thigh, soon reaching the height of her usual underwear,
but unexpectedly, it touched soft, warm skin—it was unbelievable. My left hand continued
to roam over her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!
My mother, unable to bear my caresses, let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft yet firm
breasts.
My right hand wasn't idle either, moving deeper into the inside of her thigh, very carefully approaching
the area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg aside, opening her thighs to facilitate
the exploration of her beloved son's eager hand.
I tentatively reached my hand towards my mother's genitals, touching soft pubic hair. A little further, my hand
touched my mother's vulva, and I gently, tenderly caressed her warm, moist labia. At that
moment, it felt like returning to a place I knew so well. I swear, from the
day I was born until now, I never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's vulva like a lover
; that was only a privilege of my dreams.
It was all like a dream.
As if in response to me, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body
trembled violently. She suddenly and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, facing me directly, and yanked her obstructive golf skirt
over her head, pressing my face against her bare, soft, and full breasts. My hands continued their
roaming over her alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed
to be driven only by instinct.
I parted her labia and inserted my fingers; it was already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid constantly flowing out
.
My mother, panting heavily, guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting,
I instinctively used the tip of my tongue to gently flick back and forth across her erect nipples, lightly biting the base with my teeth
, then passionately sucking and gently biting her full, high breasts.
Mom was clearly most averse to my fingers moving around on her genitals; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side
, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers encountered no
resistance at all.
Finally, Mom couldn't suppress her physical urges and couldn't help but cry out, "God, it's so wonderful,
darling! Don't stop, don't..."
Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping at all; I only wanted to go further, and this thought had driven me
crazy .
My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease Mom's vulva.
"Oh...oh...God!" Mom moaned, her body seemingly melting,
trembling from the continued passion.
"Oh...oh oh...God! Good...good...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful
!"
If you've never put your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts
, I guarantee you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.
Oh, my penis couldn't hold back any longer; it was about to burst through my shorts.
Suddenly, Mom left the table and dragged me away.
"Hurry up, baby!" she commanded, "Take off your pants!"
At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, while I, with the fastest
speed of my life, ripped off my extra shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, hot, thick penis.
"Oh my God, it's huge!"
she exclaimed, surprised by the thickness and length of my penis as she gripped it and pulled me forcefully to the counter
. But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, her back to me, and arrogantly thrust her buttocks in front of me
. “Here, baby,” she said impatiently, “Quick! Hurry up and put it in Mommy from behind.”
I stared in awe at my mother’s beautiful, snow-white, full buttocks. I swear, I desperately
wanted to do as my mother instructed, but I had never seen a woman’s vulva before, had no idea
how it was structured, and had never even inserted my penis into any girl’s body from the front, let alone from behind
. How was I supposed to begin?
My mother reached back and grabbed my penis again.
“Come on, baby!” she urged, “I want your penis in right now!”
She leaned her upper body against the counter, raised her buttocks, and urged me to hurry up.
I couldn't care less. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks,
gritted my teeth and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered my mother's vagina smoothly.
God, what does this feel like?
I felt my mother's warm flesh walls tightly surrounding my penis, and I was so excited that I almost jumped up.
"Baby, push it in," my mother cried, "I need your big cock to fuck me hard."
So I pushed my penis in, and my mother arched her buttocks back until my penis was completely
buried in her juicy and lovely hole.
"Oh...it's so beautiful, baby!" my mother murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...
fuck your mother to death with your dear big cock..."
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I gladly obeyed and began to thrust my penis back and forth, and she moved her buttocks rhythmically to meet my movements.
It was truly a great experience. My mother's beautiful, captivating buttocks swayed wantonly back and forth under my vigorous thrusts,
intensely stimulating my nerves. An uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction surged within me—my mother
was mine, I was her man.
I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp her breast, kneading and squeezing it forcefully. My mother
rhythmically pushed her breast towards my hand, then freed her other hand to find her clitoris. I could feel
her fingers and my penis moving in and out of her vagina together.
I was glad my mother knew how to use her fingers to stimulate her clitoris, because this would accelerate her orgasm. I
felt I couldn't last much longer; I had already far exceeded my expectations, perhaps thanks to
last night's masturbation.
Soon, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.
"Oh... God... Baby! Oh... Oh... I'm going to die... Mommy's going to die of pleasure! Baby, my
dear husband, my good husband, your big cock is so amazing, Mommy's going to die! Oh oh... Oh... Oh...
Oh!... Fuck... Fuck me hard... Fuck Mommy to death... Ah..."
In my memory, I had never heard my mother say such lewd and wanton words. Even when I eavesdropped on my father and mother
making love, my mother had never been so wanton.
You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such wanton moans.
Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I never thought that my seemingly traditional mother
was so passionate about sex, that such amazing passion was accumulating in her body.
I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusting. Soon, my mother's vagina began to contract violently, tightly
sucking my cock.
"Oh... God... God... Child, hurry... hurry... I'm coming! I'm coming... coming... coming
..."
My mother screamed, her buttocks shaking wildly. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my cock from
slipping out of her vagina.
I thrust into my mother's body with all my might, penetrating her to its deepest point. I felt
my glans begin to heat up, on the verge of collapse, a surge of desire coursing through my body.
I roared, "I'm coming!"
In a single, powerful burst, I ejaculated all my love and desire into my mother's convulsing vagina
.
At that moment, my mother suddenly stopped moving, completely frozen, her body
trembling violently and unconsciously.
My semen continued to spray into her uterus.
I held her trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed against her slightly shaking buttocks
, feeling the warmth of her body.
The convulsions continued.
Finally, I stopped ejaculating, and my mother let out a long breath, collapsing heavily onto the counter. I lay half-
reclined behind her.
When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still erratic. My penis hadn't fully shrunk; it was still inside my mother's warm vagina, and I could still feel the slight 　　throbbing
of her vaginal walls after her satisfaction . 　　Thank God, I think, I truly did it with my beloved mother. 　　My long-held desire had miraculously come true, even more than I had ever dreamed of. And 　　this moment arrived so suddenly; I had never felt so happy and joyful. 　　After a while, Mom stood up, and my penis slid out of her vagina with a "plop." 　　Mom turned around, her eyes brimming with irrepressible lust, and smiled at me: "Oh, child, 　　that was truly a great lovemaking experience!" 　　My penis was still dripping with semen, the thick fluid flowing down Mom's thighs, but she didn't seem 　　to care. I immediately realized that Mom actually really enjoyed this dirty stuff during sex. 　　Thinking of that crazy moment just now, and that it was my first time, and how passionate Mom's body was 　　, my penis involuntarily became erect again. 　　Mom gripped my now erect and vibrant penis tightly, watching in amazement. “That damned 　　monster is up to something again!” she exclaimed gleefully. “That’s exactly what I need.” 　　How could I say no to such a long-deprived, wanton middle-aged woman? 　　My mother had me lie down on a chair, then straddled me, straightening my large 　　, erect penis, positioning it against her still-dripping vulva. She lowered herself, completely engulfing my penis with her warm, juicy flesh. 　　Then she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her large, soft, full breasts against my chest, and 　　covered my mouth with her sexy, moist lips. 　　We kissed passionately and wildly, my mother's tongue darting in, our tongues intertwining intensely 　　, desperately demanding more from each other. 　　God, I felt like I was in heaven. 　　After a while, Mom straightened up, reached behind her onto the dining table, dipped some jam into my plate, 　　and then held her finger out to me. I opened my mouth, wanting to suck on her finger, but she said, "No, close your 　　mouth." I did as she said. 　　She smeared jam on my lips and then licked them clean.

“Ah!” she whispered in my ear, “My lovely son with the big cock who dares to fuck his mother, has a
mouth as sweet as honey.”
Then she dipped more jam in and smeared it on my face, from my forehead to my chin, even my ears
. Then she carefully licked it clean.
She kept moaning, sounding like a kitten in heat.
Her body rose and fell, working hard on my penis, and our joined bodies played a joyful
melody, making “plop, plop” sounds.
Even now, I still can’t quite believe it’s real. I’m like someone immersed in a ridiculous, blissful,
erotic dream, unable to extricate myself, yet it’s all absolutely real.
If you, like me, have a desire for your mother, just imagine her sitting on your lap, frantically
working your penis, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest, her soft tongue lightly licking your
cheek.
Man, what could be more tempting than this?
Mom poured some more jam into the plate, but this time she smeared it on her face.
"Okay, my little man, now it's your turn."
I happily began licking Mom's beautiful face, making her giggle and wriggle her alluring waist
to avoid my advances.
I slowly licked her eyes and forehead, nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.
I loved this game, especially with my penis still inside her, throbbing.
Next, Mom smeared jam all over her breasts, straightened up, and made her full breasts stand erect.
I kissed her entire body; her body was so smooth, soft, and elastic. Then I focused on her firm, full breasts, sucking and gently biting her already 　　erect nipples
, just like when I was a newborn . 　　"I want to lower my body a bit so it'll be easier for you to insert," Mom said excitedly. 　　But then she realized, "Oh, I'm so stupid, let's do something sweeter." 　　She suddenly leaned back, almost pulling my penis out of her vagina. Then she smeared jam on my 　　penis and the sides of her labia. 　　"Want some butter?" 　　Mom said, scooping a small spoonful of butter from the plate and using it to thickly coat our genitals 　　. 　　"Okay, that's it." Then she thrust her hips forward again, allowing my penis to slide in again. 　　"Quick!" she said, "Let's go all out." 　　Mom started moving up and down again, and I gave up the initiative, completely letting her do as she pleased. 　　Mom was truly a beauty, an excellent sexual partner, with a wealth of sexual experience, knowing how to 　　make a man happy. 　　I felt so sorry for Dad; he missed out on the most wonderful thing in the world, and I was so lucky. 　　Mom would occasionally press her full breasts against my chest or stuff them into my mouth. 　　As she leaned back, her large breasts bounced with excitement, and I could see my penis 　　moving in and out of her hairy vulva. 　　The jam and butter bubbled from the intense friction, mixing with my first ejaculation. I wondered 　　what it would taste like—perhaps a completely new taste, a blend of jam, butter 　　, and semen. 　　"Oh, damn it!" Mom murmured, "It's happening again. I wasn't like this before." 　　Mom's face twitched, her expression shifting from a smile to a mixture of extreme pain and pleasure 　　; it seemed she was about to climax again. 　　Perhaps because it had been a long time since she'd had sex, Mom's climax came particularly quickly. 　　She began to breathe rapidly, her words incoherent, a mixture of excited shouts and obscene language. I wasn't 　　much better off. 　　“Oh, baby! I love you… I love your big cock!… Good son… Good son… No no 　　… My dear husband… Good brother… I want you to fuck Mommy’s cunt hard… Oh… I can’t take it 　　anymore… Faster… Harder… Good… Good… Darling… Mommy’s cunt is about to be torn apart by you… 　　Oh… Oh oh… Oh oh… Oh oh oh… You rascal… You scoundrel… You fucking Mommy’s bad son… Oh 　　… So… So beautiful… Good son… You’re making Mommy so happy… Oh oh… My most… most 　　… most beloved son… So good… You’re making Mommy feel so good…” 　　I started to thrust upwards forcefully to keep up with Mommy’s increasingly frantic movements. Mommy became even more incoherent: 　　“Oh… Sweetheart… Baby… Darling… Fuck Mommy hard… Fuck Mommy hard with your big cock, big meat stick 　　… Oh… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me… Oh… Oh… Ah…” 　　Mommy’s movements became bigger and more intense. Her face turned as red as if she were drunk, her expression was extremely 　　painful, and her face was severely distorted. She looked terrible at that moment, but I felt that my mother 　　was the most beautiful at that moment. 　　I couldn't hold on any longer; I was about to explode. 　　In an instant, I ejaculated a second time. 　　I poured my hot, thick, viscous semen deep into my mother's convulsing vaginal walls with unrestrained pleasure. 　　My mother's face finally relaxed, her mouth wide open in helplessness, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, 　　her full breasts bouncing with my thrusts. 　　I violently pounded her body until I ejaculated my last drop of semen. 　　The frenzied lovemaking ended, and my mother trembled as she collapsed into my arms. 　　(IV) 　　We held each other like that until our breathing calmed down a bit. My mother seemed much better, though she still moaned occasionally 　　. 　　My penis was still inside my mother's vagina, and I could feel the aftershocks of her extreme orgasm. 　　We were both soaked, sweat mingling together, and semen mixed with jam and butter dripped from the 　　chair onto the floor. 　　I was exhausted, feeling weak all over, but filled with a feeling of happiness and joy. 　　My penis shrank a little, but it still filled Mom's lovely vagina. 　　Finally, Mom stretched and sat up.

She looked at me tenderly and said in a very gentle voice, "I love you, my dear child.
Nothing in this world is more important to me than you. Today is the happiest day of my life, and I will never forget
it."
Then she gently kissed me.
Although I was still immersed in the afterglow of the joy we had just shared, savoring the wonderful
things my mother and I had done, I knew I should tell her how I felt.
I'm not a good speaker, and my words were somewhat incoherent and stammering, but I was sure my mother understood
.
I told her how much I had wanted her all these years, and my mother said she had known all along; she
had been aware of my unusual behavior for a long time, and she knew I often secretly watched her. But she was pleased and satisfied with her
attraction to her son. Later, she felt the suppressed flames within her being ignited by her son's lustful eyes
. She had struggled for a long time with these perverse thoughts, but finally succumbed and began
masturbating, imagining her son was having sex with her. Now, she only hoped to quickly adapt to this incestuous feeling so that we could
continue our spiritual and physical exchange and no longer waste our precious time.
We promised each other that this was just the beginning of love. I sincerely assured my mother that she was my all-consuming love, and
my mother promised me that from now on, she would offer her love and body to me whenever I wanted.
This was more intoxicating than any vow of eternal love.
Finally, my mother reluctantly left my embrace and cleaned herself of the filth.
The result of our frenzied lovemaking was that our genitals were very dirty.
My mother cleaned the filth from my penis with her hands, and then, to my surprise, licked it with her mouth.
"Hey! That's great," she exclaimed. "You try it too."
She pressed my head against her vulva, and I eagerly licked the already congealed filth from her plump labia
, licking incessantly.
Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn't make me lick it. The most important thing was that I could
savor and feel Mom's pleasurable, beautiful vulva, letting her know how much her son loved
her and how intensely he needed every part of her body.
I appreciated the ticklish feeling of Mom's thick pubic hair on my nose. I definitely wouldn't like it if it were hairless
. I prefer truly mature and sexy women, not innocent and cute little girls.
Mom's pubic hair was dark brown, thick and curly, covering her full, round vulva. Her swollen,
moist labia looked like a beautiful sight.
Mom sat up against the table, letting me rest my head on her open thighs. I became restless, teasing
, licking, and sucking Mom's lovely vulva with my tongue, probing inside.
Mom held my head with both hands, guiding and encouraging me to continue. Her moans and lewd words told me
how much she enjoyed my enthusiastic and attentive service.
In just a short while, Mom began to writhe impatiently, screaming as she rubbed her thick pubic hair against my
face, pressing her soft, wet vulva tightly against my mouth as I worked diligently, almost suffocating me. She
pressed my head so tightly against her inner thighs that I could barely breathe.
I loved the feeling, the scent, the taste, her pubic hair, her moist, slippery labia
, her heaving abdomen.
Suddenly, Mom squeezed her thighs together, clamping my ear, and I could hear the uncontrollable passion
and restlessness within her body.
My face was covered in the mixture of our love.
Ah, heaven had been kind to me; for a young man who had never had any sexual experience, I had enjoyed
the experience of making love to my mother from behind, and also the wonderful feeling of entering her body from the front. Now I could also
freely lick and suck my mother's beautiful vulva—nothing could be more satisfying.
In just over an hour, I had transformed from a naive, disillusioned virgin into a
man with rich sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between men and women.
And the culprit behind all of this was a great mother.
Mom's breathing quickened again. She straddled me once more, holding me tightly, her full
breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was as hard as iron, wanting only to penetrate her again.
Mom was panting, clearly not yet recovered. It seemed that after so long of abstinence
, the sudden intense stimulation was somewhat overwhelming, a little too much for my passion.
I thought that Mom and Dad must never have experienced such intense lovemaking. I
ejaculated so much semen, but it still felt like I wasn't quite done.
So Mom and I sat there, embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, motionless.
The hall was quiet, only Mom's panting could be heard.
After a long while, Mom's panting calmed down, and I began a new round of actions.
I gently stroked my mother's back, from her shoulders down to her hips, and then to her thighs.
Her body trembled slightly where I touched her. I loved this feeling, because sitting on my lap was my
own mother, my blood relative, and she was so sexy and beautiful.
Oh God, how much I love my beautiful, sexy mother!
After a long while, my mother finally let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back on the table, a happy smile on her lovely face
.
Seeing the mess on my face, she burst into laughter.
"Look at the mess you've made, child!" she said.
She continued cleaning me, rubbing my face with her wet, pink tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her kitten
, making strange gurgling sounds in her throat, which really did sound like a cat's meow.
I thought, my mother is so cute, just like a kitten.
Soon, my mother kissed me with a very open French kiss, and I responded passionately.
My mother lifted herself up, looked down at my erection, and took it in her hand.
“Oh, baby, I love your big cock, it seems tireless! I’ll show you
how much I love it!”
She lowered her head, moved between my legs, kissed the glans still sticky with semen, stroked my scrotum,
and kept saying dirty words.
"Oh, my little bird, my little cock, you're such a beautiful thing. Thank you for making Mommy feel so
good. Mommy will soon have you serving Mommy again, you big, hard, and cute little rascal."
Mom held my penis like it was a popsicle, licking and sucking it, making muffled, indistinct sounds,
then using her mouth to stroke my penis up and down. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, gently licking my glans with the tip of her tongue, and
sucking my penis hard.
Since I had already come twice, I could still hold back for now, but the stimulation from Mom's skillful mouth strokes
was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was about to climax.
Mom felt the contraction in my abdomen and knew I was about to give in, so she quickly spat out my penis and said, "Don't
rush, just hold on, I'll make you cum. Let's go to your room, baby!"
She stood up and pulled my penis, she liked to walk around like this, and I told her
she could take me anywhere, any way she wanted.
“Hurry up, baby!” Mom said, “I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her baby big cock
to fuck her cunt!”
We hurried up the stairs to my room.
Mom leaped onto my bed, spreading her legs as wide as possible.
“Come on, darling! Climb up and fuck Mommy’s cunt hard with your big cock!”
I stood there dumbfounded for a while, staring at my beautiful mother lying on my bed with her legs spread, waiting for me.
Her face was filled with longing and happy anticipation, revealing deep dimples, her full lips slightly upturned
with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes sparkling with the flames of love. Her high, full breasts were slightly sagging
, but her rose-colored nipples stood proudly erect. Her slightly rounded belly and her beautifully curved, rounded thighs formed
a large “V” shape, at the apex of which was a plump vulva covered with dark brown pubic hair.
“Oh my God, you’re so beautiful, Mom!” I swallowed hard.
“Thank you, baby, but all I want now is for you to fuck me with your big cock! I
only want that now! Hurry…”
I didn’t say anything more, jumped onto the bed, knelt between my mother’s legs, and she grabbed my penis and
frantically shoved it into her cunt.
I immediately thrust forward, and my mother arched her body to meet me. I thrust in deeply,
leaving only my scrotum outside.
“Ah!” she groaned loudly, “This is exactly what I need! Your big thing is fucking my cunt so beautifully
!”
Soon, my mother and I began to fuck intensely, rising and falling violently, frantically seeking extreme pleasure,
making the bed creak and groan, making me worry that the bed would suddenly collapse.
There was no need for contact with other parts of the body; the union of our genitals alone was enough to give me a huge shock.
We were like fulfilling an obligation, constantly giving to each other.
Holding my mother's hot body beneath me, I thrust wildly and violently, each
stroke of my large penis slamming her heavily onto the mattress, the withdrawal of my penis causing her flesh to flip up.
My mother bent her knees, bracing her feet on the bed, using leverage to increase the force of my thrusts. Each time I
penetrated her well-lubricated love nest, she would powerfully arch her body, further amplifying our piston-
like motion.
She pulled my head down, and we passionately kissed as we fucked. We both groaned, roared, and panted incessantly
, the most beautiful sound undoubtedly the "plop, plop" of our bodies entering and exiting.
I felt my glans growing hotter and hotter, my scrotum contracting violently; I knew my climax was approaching.
The pleasure of entering and exiting my mother's juicy vagina was truly irresistible.
I worried I would ejaculate before my mother reached her climax.
But my worries were unnecessary, because Mom began to scream wildly, breathing rapidly, her hips
swaying violently, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, urging me to increase the speed and force of my thrusts.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer; after a few quick thrusts, I plunged my penis into Mom's vagina,
all the hot semen shooting deep into her uterus. Mom suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body
jerking upwards to bear my weight, then froze, her body trembling violently as she reached
an incredibly intense orgasm.
I felt a sudden heat in Mom's vagina, a gush of hot liquid flowing out, scalding my glans.
This stimulation sent my soul soaring, as if I were floating in the universe, my body completely out of my control, only my semen
gushing out endlessly.
We felt as if we were in a little Eden, just Mom and me, surrounded by rosy clouds. When we
collapsed together, satisfied, my love for Mom began to overflow, taking over my entire being.
Oh, nothing could be more intoxicating, I think, I felt my mother's love deeply.
(V)
We were both exhausted, lying in bed tightly in each other's arms, caressing, kissing, and talking, until
my mother mentioned the setbacks she and my father had experienced in their sex life, but she immediately explained that this was not
the main reason she came to me. For a long time, she had been conflicted, wondering if she still had any attraction for me
, but now she was relieved, she could feel my strong desire for her.
She said it didn't matter if I missed my attempts to spy on her whenever I had the chance, what mattered was that she knew she
was still attractive to me, so several times, she managed to get me to satisfy my attempts.
Of course, she tried not to let things get out of control, and that was the case until breakfast.
Later, she decided to take things a step further and see what would happen.
She didn't intend to blatantly seduce me, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take the next
step.
This morning she had planned not to wear underwear or a bra, and if possible, she would create opportunities for me
to see her buttocks and vulva, so that I would know without difficulty that she was intentionally seducing me.
When I placed my hand on the inside of her thighs, she was filled with the pleasure of her scheme succeeding; she knew that from now
on, we would have a brand new and infinitely exciting life together.
My mother casually played with my penis, while I caressed her vulva.
I realized how utterly captivated I was by her beautiful body; no matter how many times we did it, I was never satisfied.
I told her that I could only make love to her in my dreams before, and she immediately asked if she was
better in my dreams than she was now. I swore that my mother was perfect, and that I had always considered her my best lover and my perfect
sexual partner. I vowed that I would always be loyal to her, both as a mother and a lover.
We poured out our hearts to each other like this.
It was not merely the love between a mother and son, nor simply the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both
, far surpassing the taboos of blood ties.
I was certain that nothing could be greater than the naked sexual love between a sexy mother and a strong son
.
Before I knew it, it was the next morning. During that time, I had sex with my mother three more times, brought her to orgasm once by licking her vulva
, ejaculated once in her beautiful, sensual mouth, and shared countless passionate kisses and
licked each other's entire bodies.
We achieved a perfect union of body and soul, and this was just the beginning of a beautiful future.
I felt we had become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife.
I knew I could do anything to my mother's beautiful body.
I also knew she was completely liberated and willing to do anything for me.
A powerful surge of love coursed through my body, and I tried to describe my feelings to my mother. Although she didn't speak,
I knew from her loving eyes that she felt the same way.
This world is truly wondrous; my mother's previously disillusioned life had suddenly become fulfilling. I had inadvertently entered
the forbidden zone of her life, and then we were able to walk hand in hand into a new world full of happy dreams.
We should both thank God.
No one could be more fulfilled and happier than we are now.
Finally, the fatigue from the continuous struggle was swept away by the burning fire of love; it would be a disservice to our
bodies not to make love.
This time, my mother was on top, and my penis was deeply inserted into her vagina. We both slowed down our movements
, moving our bodies gently, caressing each other romantically like the French, as if to remember this heart-pounding,
wonderful feeling.
We both enjoyed this thrilling union, a mixture of lust, incest, and love.
I quickened my thrusts, and Mom spun her hips wildly, bringing us to a rapid
climax together.
Later, Mom said she found it hard to believe I'd never had sex with other girls before, because she
'd never experienced such intoxicating, utterly overwhelming lovemaking.
I think it might be because we're so similar, or perhaps we're both naturally gifted.
Of course, undeniably, the subconscious pleasure of incest played a significant role.
Afterwards, we had to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking in the restaurant; it was a complete mess—saliva, semen
, sweat everywhere, clothes strewn about, and the air thick with the stench.
Mom put on her skirt but didn't wear a shirt or underwear, just in case I needed
to.
By the time Dad came home, we'd cleaned everything up, acting as if nothing had happened, and we were back to
normal. But when I heard Dad announce he was going to Houston for a week-long business trip next Monday, I couldn't hide
my excitement.
You can imagine what that week meant for Mom and me.
It was a crazy week, and you wouldn't
believe how many times we did it those few days.
In fact, sometimes even I don't believe it myself.
All of this happened 11 years ago; now I'm 28 and Mom is 51.
Because of her age, Mom had to dye her hair, but otherwise, almost nothing changed.
Mom was tired of her marriage with Dad and told him her feelings. Unexpectedly
, Dad confessed to her that he was having an affair with his secretary, and they had even traveled together twice.
Dad filed for divorce, clearly thinking Mom had seen through the affair.
Dad's company, fearing a bigger scandal, tried to settle it privately.
Mom threatened to sue Dad, and he gave in, giving Mom a large sum of money, leaving
her the house, and agreeing to pay her a monthly allowance. Then they divorced.
I couldn't understand why Dad would be so stupid as to choose another woman over Mom. Who could be
better than Mom? Dad was a complete fool!
Later, it turned out I was right.
I met the woman who had caused my father's unhappiness; they were already married then.
To be honest, I was shocked when I saw her. She was pretty, but petite, with narrow hips
and a flat chest—far inferior to my mother.
I wondered if my father was a pervert, managing to seduce a woman like that.
She was 14 years younger than my mother, perhaps her biggest advantage.
In any case, this marriage wouldn't last long.
Soon, after squeezing every last penny out of my father, this woman abandoned my elderly father.
Guess what happened next? My father came back to my mother, wanting to beg for her forgiveness, but she refused.
Of course, she wouldn't tell him that she already had another man and no longer needed him.
At that time, I was admitted to a university very close to home so I could have sex with my mother often; for this, I turned down
all extracurricular activities.
After graduation, I found a good job in my hometown and was assigned an apartment.
I lived with my mother, sometimes in our old home, sometimes in my apartment.
We still loved each other as much as before, and had sex frequently.
My mother fully utilized her creativity, constantly coming up with new ideas to keep our sex life
fresh.
Occasionally, we would take a vacation and travel as a couple.
Those were sweet days.
We would spend all day in our hotel room, naked, making love wildly from morning till night,
completely forgetting the world outside.
By now, I think everyone understands my love for my mother.
She still holds a tremendous attraction for me, and every time we make love, it feels like I'm in heaven.
We rarely stand together.
At home, she always wears a short skirt, no underwear, and no bra, allowing me to touch her at any time and
then satisfy her with my tongue and penis.
Whenever I'm with her, she can't resist the temptation of my body; she's always the first to succumb and
beg for my pleasure.
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Postscript:
While writing this story, I often had to stop to deal with my mother's nagging. Only after I had her thoroughly
fucked and pinned to the ground could I continue writing.
I wouldn't let her see these things until I finished it (except for this postscript). Later, when this article
was completed, my mother became the first reader, but she only read half of it before she couldn't help but jump up and hug
me tightly. How could I not understand?
After a frenzied act, my mother straddled my lap, leaving my penis still inside her
.
She suddenly told me she hoped I would add something to the text—that she was the happiest and
most sexually skilled mother in the world.
The next morning, I woke up to find my mother sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, gently telling me she wanted to relive that
jam battle from years ago.
What was I waiting for?
I sat at the table; my mother was wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt, no bra, and holding a frying
pan filled with my favorite pancakes. My mother walked to my right, placed the pancakes on my plate, and
my hand naturally reached to the inside of her thigh…
(the end)

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