[Mom is a teacher] [The End]

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[My Mom is a Teacher] [The End]
This happened the year I was taking the college entrance exam. My mother was a physics teacher at a well-known cram school in Kaohsiung, and my father worked for an American company. We lived in Kaohsiung.
Two years prior, my father's company had promoted him to sales manager and transferred him to the Taipei headquarters.
Because my father was a very capable person and handled his work efficiently, the American company quickly promoted him to general manager of sales for the Taiwan region.
Our whole family was very happy. My father loved us very much, and my mother and I were the first to know about his promotion. My mother and I were happy for my father's achievement, and my father, who worked in Taipei, said he wanted to bring us to Taipei to settle down.
At that time, we were discussing the relocation with my mother. Because my mother taught at a cram school in Kaohsiung, she was a very famous teacher in the cram school industry. She was mature and beautiful, and some people called her the "Li Qianrong" of the cram school industry.
Since I was the only child in the family, she maintained a very good figure, looking like a mature woman who had never been married. Many young students admired her and came to her for tutoring.
Due to the heavy workload of high school and university entrance exams, my mother, for the sake of her students' studies and the foundation she had built in the Kaohsiung cram school industry, politely declined my father's suggestion to move to Taipei. My father asked me if I wanted to live with him in Taipei, but I didn't express
any opinion at the time and didn't know how to decide.
Later, my mother suggested that my father keep me in Kaohsiung until I finished my university entrance exams. If I got into a university in Taipei, I could go to study in the north and live with my father. During this period, I would temporarily live with my mother so she could supervise my studies. My father accepted my mother's suggestion
, believing that this was the most crucial time in my life and it wasn't suitable for me to make any major changes.
Later, my father had to travel outside Taiwan for company business, meeting with foreign clients everywhere, and he had fewer and fewer opportunities to stay in Taiwan, let alone in Taipei. He only spent a total of 90-odd days in Taipei a year. Gradually, I stopped
paying attention to whether my father was concerned about our lives.
I would only occasionally receive long-distance calls from my father to ask if my mother and I were doing well. He often told me on the phone to listen to my mother and study hard so that I would have a good future.
I'd heard those words on the phone countless times. I didn't want to talk to him. If my mother was home, I'd only say a few words before calling her to answer. If she wasn't home, I'd say I needed to study and hang up abruptly.
I don't know how long this went on.
During this period of intense preparation for the university entrance exam, I'd stay home after school, studying the reference books I'd already read countless times. My enthusiasm for the exam had been worn down by this long preparation time. I'd often get distracted at my desk. Because I'd
made a promise with my mother before the exams were over, I had put the computer away.
One Saturday morning—I remember it was a hot day—I'd gotten into the habit of getting up early. The house was empty as usual; my mother had already gone to her tutoring class. There was only a note from her
and two hundred-yuan bills on the table. The note read:
"Breakfast is available in the kitchen. Dinner is your own responsibility." I habitually took the hundred-yuan note without reading its contents, went to the kitchen to find the breakfast my mother had prepared, ate it, and then slowly walked back to my study to continue studying all day. Soon it was
7 or 8 pm, and after a quick dinner, I sat in the living room, staring at the ceiling. For the past few years, I'd been living alone in this house; my mother wouldn't come home until after 11 pm.
Bored, I pulled out my computer, which hadn't been used in ages, wanting to browse the internet for news and check MSN to see who was online. Whether it was the wrong time or something else, my MSN friends were either busy or had left. That was
fine; I was too lazy to chat with them anyway, since we'd meet at school on Monday.
At this moment, an unknown contact sent me a message with the caption "Come in and take a look, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Curious and unsure what to do, I clicked the hyperlink to see what was special
. It led to an adult website, which seemed to be selling adult DVDs. I noticed that most of the videos were labeled "Incest," "Stepmother," or "Mother and Son." This
was the first time I'd seen such titles. In my mind, adult DVDs were usually about young Japanese women having sex with people of various races. Why were there such adult videos?
I spent some time browsing the website's products and reading the descriptions. The passionate, ethically charged words slowly left an imprint on my mind. My heart raced, I felt thirsty, and my palms sweated.
The descriptions and screenshots gradually caused physical changes; my genitals began to erect and throb, and my hand unconsciously pressed against my penis.
Good heavens, I can't believe I reacted so strongly to this type of porn. After quickly browsing the entire adult website, I closed the webpage and calmed myself down in front of the computer screen. I looked down at my swollen penis.
It seems that during these days of intense studying, I've forgotten the basic human physiological need of masturbation. I desperately want to find something to release my surging emotions and my throbbing, aching penis—isn't that what people call "sperm filling the brain"?
My heart pounded, and I reopened the webpage, using Google to search for the blood-pumping title I'd just seen: "incest." Thousands of results quickly appeared. I clicked on one at random; it was a forum post.
The content described how a nephew and aunt had sex. The content was outrageous. The protagonist drugged and raped his aunt, and the writing was incredibly erotic, describing the sexual act vividly. It made me want to masturbate even more.
At this point, I wanted to see if there were any other posts on the forum. I clicked on the previous page, and sure enough, many posts appeared before my eyes, filled with various stories about incestuous sex.
There were also stories about grandfathers and granddaughters, which I noticed, but I kept searching. Suddenly, I came across an article titled "Me and My Mother." Just reading it made my penis throb. I clicked on it to see
how the protagonist had sex with his mother.
After reading, I discovered that the protagonist was a man with an Oedipus complex. He had been curious about his mother's body since childhood, and then he would passionately peep at her changing clothes and bathing. Even more audacious, he would peep at his mother and father having sex, and fantasize that he
was the one having sex with his mother, constantly masturbating.
Later, his mother discovered his inappropriate behavior and tried to stop him, but unexpectedly, he attacked her, forcing himself on her and engaging in unethical acts. Eventually, his mother succumbed to his lewdness, and every night he would pin her down
on the bed and fuck her until he was exhausted.
What's outrageous is that even if the father and mother had sex that night, the son in the story would still continue to do immoral things to his mother after his father fell asleep, even engaging in passionate intercourse next to his sleeping father
without his father noticing.
This stimulating plot was incredibly arousing for me; I unconsciously took out my penis and started stroking it until I read the passage about the mother and son's passionate encounter and then collapsed on the bed, where I ejaculated.
Oh my god, what a thrilling plot! The images from the story were slowly surfacing in my mind. The son in the story fantasized about me, but what about the mother being raped? What would she look like? Naturally, I projected my own mother's image onto her.
My god, oh~ it made me even more excited and aroused. My hand stroking my penis moved faster and faster. Recalling the scenes from the story, I quickly ejaculated again… After releasing my sexual desire, looking at my limp penis, I felt a strange sense of guilt
. How could I be so evil, having such fantasies about my own mother… I cursed my depraved thoughts, quickly put away the computer, and went back to my study to read.
Sitting in my seat, I felt my energy waning after two consecutive bouts of physical exertion while reading. The dense text and complex problems made my mind sluggish, and I grew drowsy. Fortunately, I slumped onto the table and took a nap.
I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft voice calling, "Xiao Jun! Xiao Jun!!" I slowly woke up, my eyes still blurry, and saw my mother. She leaned down and called softly in my ear. Although I was still sleepy,
I was happy to know she was back. I glanced at the clock on the table; it was 12:30 AM.
My mother said, "Xiao Jun! Go to bed if you're tired of reading. Don't overwork yourself. You can read tomorrow! Get up and rest!" Still half-asleep, I noticed that two buttons on my mother's collar were undone,
and I could vaguely see her breasts and black bra. I could also faintly smell her perfume.
I sat up and looked at my mother. I noticed she was wearing a women's suit with a tight-fitting short skirt; she was a woman exuding maturity.
I obeyed her, quickly washed up, and went to bed. My mother gently said goodnight to me. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep at all, tossing and turning.
Slowly, I recalled the incestuous stories about mothers and sons I'd seen online, the scenes of mothers and sons having sex. My penis became erect again, and my hand unconsciously caressed and stroked it. I even fantasized about having sex with my mother. I
quickly reached orgasm, accidentally ejaculating on the blankets. I quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe myself clean, only then realizing how drastically my feelings towards my mother had changed. Gradually, I fell asleep. The weekend passed quickly. Back at school, I was again
burdened by the relentless pressure of my studies, feeling suffocated. When I got home, I was exhausted and had no motivation to study.
At this time, I was in my pre-teens and had a great interest in female bodies. However, I attended an all-boys school with no female classmates, so I didn't have many female friends, at most some from junior high school, but we rarely kept in touch
, and I almost never talked to girls.
My knowledge of female genitalia came from conversations with classmates or watching porn, but most of the porn I watched had mosaics covering the images, so I couldn't see clearly. Therefore, the structure of female reproductive organs was
something I wanted to understand but dared not touch.
After reading articles about incest between mother and son, I now fantasize about having sex with my mother because this unethical and taboo topic is what intrigues me most at this age of youthful vigor.
Every time I masturbate, I fantasize about having sex with my mother, but at most I think about her appearance; what about her body structure? I really don't know.
There are still more than 10 days until the first university entrance exam. During this crucial sprint, whenever I am alone, my libido is at its peak. In these days, I can't concentrate on any mock exams. I
constantly want to have sex and want to know what sex feels like. What does it feel like to penetrate a woman's vagina? These thoughts filled my mind.
At my desk, with a swollen, erect penis always twitching between my legs, I would masturbate several times every night. I was going crazy; I couldn't concentrate on my studies.
Soon, my mock exam scores plummeted. My mother noticed the unsatisfactory results and began to worry about my academic decline.
I couldn't tell her that I fantasized about having sex with her every night; I couldn't bring myself to say it. I just casually told her I would try to improve.
However, the greatest enemy is oneself. I knew that without defeating my inner demons, I couldn't improve, but this incestuous demon had arrogantly taken over my mind. The incestuous thoughts grew stronger each day, driving my body
to do things I shouldn't have… To be honest, my grades were getting worse and worse. I knew, and my mother knew too. She was very worried and kept asking if I needed tutoring.
I said, "No, Mom, I can improve my current situation. I'm just under a lot of pressure right now. Maybe I can find the source of my pressure." I didn't even know what I was saying to my mother.
My mother said, "Hearing me say that, you can only be at ease for now. Let's see how I improve." My mother also reduced her tutoring classes to only until 5 pm, which meant I could see her as soon as I got home from school. To reduce my
number of classes and shorten my teaching hours, my mother would stay up late with me in the evenings to study. I was very grateful to my mother.
However, with lustful thoughts swirling in my mind, seeing my mother at home in the evenings, the only woman I saw was my mother, my sexual desire kept rising. I stared at my mother while eating, and I stared at her while doing everything.
At night, I started to study. My mother came in with a stack of materials that looked like the materials for the students' classes the next day. At first, I was studying, but my mind often went blank. The image of my son having sex with his mother made my penis hard again. I
would steal glances at my mother's chest from time to time, stealing glances at the shape of her breasts.
Unfortunately, the desk blocked my view. Sometimes I would deliberately drop a pen or other object on the floor and squat down to look at my mother's lower body. When she was wearing shorts, her legs were crossed; when they were open, she was wearing trousers. I usually failed.
I also started peeping at my mother while she showered, but I could only peek through a very small crack at the bottom of the bathroom, and I could only see her heels. But this immediately made my penis erect. The bathroom door could be opened with a coin
, and a few times I tried to peek through the crack, but I never had the courage.
One day, I was coming home from school and didn't see my mother showering. She didn't see me either. She came out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear and passed by my study, which I was also heading towards, so we would be facing each other.
My mother screamed in fright, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came back!" Her sudden scream also caught my eye, revealing her body. It was amazing; time seemed to freeze for about seven or eight minutes. My engorged penis instantly hardened beneath my
uniform pants. I deliberately stood still, and my mother's gaze naturally lingered on my genitals.
My mother quickly ran into her room and closed the door. I went back to my study.
At that moment, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. I sat down, immediately unzipped my pants, and stroked my swollen penis, recalling the scene as I masturbated.
My mother's breasts were probably a C-cup, but slightly sagging, with dark, protruding nipples. She had no lower abdomen, and her black underwear revealed distinct folds of her genitals. Her body smelled sweet from her recent shower, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue
.
Just imagining these images made my penis incredibly hard, and I kept rubbing it, wanting to ejaculate a thick stream of semen.
Just then, hearing my mother's call snapped me out of my reverie. She wanted me to come out for dinner… Helpless, I reluctantly pulled my already erect penis back into my pants and bent over as I walked out of the room towards the dining room.
My mother was serving rice with her back to me, standing next to my seat. As I quietly moved behind her, my body pressed against hers.
Whether it was intentional or genuine, as our backs met, my erect penis slowly slid across her buttocks. Especially when it was wedged between her hips, I needed to use my waist to pull it through; otherwise,
I might ejaculate if it got stuck between her legs.
My mother was startled and moved forward, immediately putting down her bowl and reaching behind her to grab what was touching her sensitive area. Her quick hand swept over my glans, and she saw that it was me behind her. She suddenly realized
what she had touched and quickly moved aside.
I was already seated, my penis still throbbing painfully under the table. My mother, blushing, finished the long dinner with me. It was the first time my mother had caught me masturbating:
I still remember it clearly. Back then, I had started stealing my mother's underwear to atone for my actions.
That time, I was passionately stroking my penis, sucking on my mother's panties, my eyes closed, imagining her body. My left and right hands were constantly alternating, rubbing my throbbing penis. My textbooks were on the desk, and on top of them was my mother's bra, and I was fantasizing about
her bouncing breasts.
At that moment, my mother silently walked in, carrying fruit. Seeing my actions, she was surprised and angry, and shouted at me loudly. Startled by the sudden sound, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, most of it landing on my mother's panties, especially on her groin
, with some also hitting her abdomen.
My mother was furious at my actions and startled by the thick semen I'd ejaculated on her. She pulled the underwear out of my mouth, wiped the semen off my body, and took the bra from the table. She glared at me, her gaze sometimes
lingering on my penis.
Judging from her expression, she didn't know what to say. She turned and left my study. The embarrassing scene of my masturbation being witnessed by my mother left a deep impression on me, and the thought of revenge against her began to take root in my mind… Gradually,
I started to test my mother's limits. I neglected my studies, often letting her catch me masturbating unintentionally. Sometimes I would stand at the bathroom sink, smelling her freshly washed underwear while masturbating.
Or I would walk behind her and press my hard penis between her legs. Sometimes, when she was washing dishes, I would deliberately try to grab the tap and wash my hands, intentionally touching her breasts with my arm, and deliberately touching her most sensitive nipples when I shook off the water. Each of these actions
would result in her loudly scolding me.
Even more outrageous, when she deliberately displayed my erect penis in front of her while watching TV in the living room and started masturbating, my mother reacted the same way, loudly scolding me.
This kind of challenge happened countless days and nights…it seemed my mother was getting more and more used to it…My mother was giving me handjobs:
it's true. For some reason, my mother's temperament has changed drastically. Recently, I've noticed that when my father makes long-distance calls home, my mother often argues with him on the phone. She often hangs up angrily, her eyes red, and walks back to her room, slamming the door shut
.
I don't know what's happening inside, although I'm still, as usual, displaying my large penis in front of her and masturbating.
My mother pretends not to see my actions, acting as if she's doing her own thing. But I know she's paying attention to my penis's reaction, swallowing frequently. Her feigned indifference is the driving force behind my erection; each time I masturbate in front of my mother,
it lasts for about 10 minutes.
Sometimes I would intentionally ejaculate on the documents my mother was organizing, or on her hair or face, and sometimes even inside her chest. These ejaculations would usually result in her yelling and cursing, but I would ignore her, go to my room, close the door, and do my own thing
, waiting for my penis to become erect again before coming out to masturbate in front of her.
Just as I returned to my study, waiting for my second erection and preparing to go find my mother to release my pent-up desire, she opened my bedroom door, came in, and closed the door.
Sitting beside me, tears streaming down her face, she asked, "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you? Why have you become like this? What happened? Were you bullied at school?" At this point, my mother bent down and cried, saying, "Xiaojun, Mom hopes you
can return to normal and continue to work hard in your studies. I don't want you to go astray. You are Mom's only hope. I've worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me? Is this right? You are my son. If you have any problems, I will definitely help you solve
them, no matter how difficult. Just tell Mom, don't treat me like this." As she spoke, my mother cried even louder… Hearing my mother's words, I felt a strange pang of sadness. I began to tell my mother about my
strong sexual desires during puberty and how they had led me astray, making me lose myself in the pleasure after ejaculation.
And since my mother was the girl I had been in contact with the most, it was inevitable that I would have fantasies about her. However, regarding my recent behavior towards her, I lied and said I didn't know why I did it.
I emphasized to my mother, "I want relief." After a long while, my mother remained sobbing with her head down, never looking up at me.
Then, she raised her head and slowly said, "Xiaojun, you want relief, right?" I looked at her and replied, "Yes~ I need liberation, otherwise I'll go crazy." My mother nodded and looked at me, saying, "Xiaojun, just focus on your studies and
get into university, and I'll help you relieve your needs..." At this point, I still didn't understand what my mother meant. Then, my mother knelt between my legs, pulled my penis, which was covered by my clothes, out with her hand, and whispered in amazement, "So big
..." Then she gently took my glans into her mouth, her tongue roaming over the crown and swirling around the slit. Her mouth couldn't take the entire penis in; a third was still outside. My mother laboriously
swallowed and released my penis; each suck, release, lick, and swirl felt like a thousand ants crawling on my glans, causing an itch.
My mother had my glans in her mouth, her left and right hands alternating as she rubbed my penis, licking it completely clean, then sucking down to my testicles, her hands constantly kneading my shaft.
At her urging, I reached down and unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse, then reached inside to knead her breasts.
Wow, my hands couldn't fully grasp them; my fingers pinched her nipples, which, though a little loose, were still very fleshy.
My penis, in response to her sucking and teasing of her breasts and nipples, emitted moans of pleasure, "Mmm, mmm..." Then, my penis erupted, ejaculating thick semen, spraying it completely onto her face and into her mouth.
After my mother saw that I had ejaculated, she got up and straightened my clothes, which I had unbuttoned, revealing half of my breast. She told me to study hard and then turned and left my study… leaving me still panting and not yet recovered, my penis still throbbing… My first
time with my mother:
Whenever I was about to start studying, I would ask my mother to give me oral sex, and she always complied. Sometimes I would ask her not to wear any clothes, but she always refused. After I negotiated with her repeatedly, she agreed to expose her upper body…
Her absolute limit was that I had to give her an upper body blowjob; otherwise, she had no choice.
Seeing how determined she was, I had no choice but to go along with her. Sometimes, when my mother was sitting at her desk organizing her documents, I would ask her to give me another blowjob.
She looked at me and said, "Didn't you just ejaculate 10 minutes ago? Why do you want it again now?" I said, "If you don't believe me, look down there." She looked
under the desk, and sure enough, my penis was standing erect between my legs, throbbing. She glanced at me and said, "You brat, why aren't you concentrating on your studies when you're so energetic?" As she spoke, she bent down under the desk and, as usual, gave me oral sex. When my mother started giving me oral sex to relieve her desire, she would walk around the house shirtless
, her breasts swaying and bouncing with her steps, which kept my penis energized all day.
Her mouth never stopped touching my penis, because as soon as my penis became engorged, she knew my need had returned, and she would proactively squat down and start giving me oral sex.
And I would wander around the house without pants on. Sometimes, halfway through a meal, my penis would get hard again. Before I could even say anything, my mother would squat down to relieve my discomfort. I realized that my mother's eyes were always on my penis
, and she had become a professional oral sex machine... Gradually, I got tired of my mother's mouth... I wanted to explore more mysterious places.
Now, when my mother and I are reading in the study, one hand holds a pen while the other hand is constantly rubbing my mother's breasts, teasing her dark red nipples with my fingers. My mother often trembles from my teasing and can't concentrate
on her homework. I love it when she's like this.
Seeing my mother's helpless expression, my penis gets hard again. Just as my mother notices that my penis is aroused again, she gets up, kneels under the table, and kneels between my legs, preparing for her familiar actions.
But this time I stopped her. I pulled her up from under the desk. My mother looked at me suspiciously, seemingly startled by my actions. I picked her up and sat her on my desk, facing me.
My gaze was fixed on her breasts. I gently sucked on her nipple, my hands kneading her flesh. My left hand then slipped into her vagina, and she didn't resist.
I placed her legs on my shoulders, raising her buttocks so her panties were fully exposed. I pulled down her panties, and what I saw next was exactly what I was curious about.
The moist cleft was covered by dark pubic hair. I sniffed it; there was a strong, erotic smell. I used my fingers to pry open her labia majora and minora and found the clitoris, which my classmates often talked about, right in front of me. My penis
throbbed violently.
I steadied myself, inserted my right middle finger into my mother's vulva, and pressed my thumb against her clitoris. My hand trembled uncontrollably, and my mother let out a wanton moan, squeezing my hand tightly between her legs. At this point, my hand could hardly tremble anymore.
I was a little angry. I stood up and used my left hand to spread my mother's thighs apart. By this time, my penis was ready. My right hand had already left my mother's vagina. I spread my mother's legs with both hands, and my mother sat on my desk facing me.
I stood and used my hands to spread her legs apart, using my body to prevent her legs from closing again. Her vagina and my penis were now perpendicular. At this moment, I quickly grabbed my mother's buttocks and pulled her closer to my body.
At this moment, my penis was pressed against my mother's pubic hair. This was the first time I had been directly pressed against my mother's genitals, and I was a little unsure how to enter. After my mother realized what I was about to do, she nervously tried to push me away and kept moving her lower body.
But she couldn't push away my hands, which were already tightly gripping her buttocks. She shouted, "Jun! No! No! This breaks our promise!" I ignored her.
My mother shouted, "Don't do this! No! Mom will give you oral sex! Mom will give you oral sex, put Mom down, spare Mom!" I still didn't speak, but used my hands to press her buttocks closer to me. My mother kept
dodging, which actually helped me. When she dodged, she raised her buttocks and lifted her vulva upwards.
Before penetration, my glans was in the area between her vaginal opening and anus. My mother's dodging and moving stimulated my glans, which throbbed and slid into the entrance of her vulva.
When I felt that there was a hole to insert into, I pressed down hard with both hands, and the whole thing went into my mother's warm and moist vagina. At this moment, my waist erupted with primal instinct, and I kept thrusting into my mother's vulva, my penis withdrawing and inserting inside her flesh.
My mother's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis. I thrust harder and harder, knocking over the desk lamp and books on the table. By the time my mother realized a thick penis was ramming inside her, it was too late. She
gave up resisting and instead enjoyed the pleasure of being penetrated.
Wave after wave of thrusts—this was my first time penetrating my mother. After eleven or twelve thrusts, I quickly reached orgasm. I was surprised at how quickly I ejaculated.
My throbbing penis was still twitching and releasing semen inside my mother. After a few seconds, I pulled out my drooping penis and looked at my mother, puzzled. My semen slowly flowed out of her vagina, and her lower abdomen was still convulsing.
My mother quickly snapped out of her daze, jumped off the desk, and rushed into the bathroom, leaving me bewildered. I was still wondering why I'd ejaculated so quickly… my penis was still throbbing… Then I heard the sound of my mother rinsing off in the bathroom. I came to
my senses and wanted to ask her for an explanation. At that moment, my penis was erect again. I was even more confused as to why it was erect again so quickly… wasn't it supposed to take more than 10 minutes to get hard again?
I hurried to the bathroom, holding the doorbell lock, intending to open it to ask my mother, but the door was locked. I quickly found a flat, round, hard object, unlocked the door, and pushed it open into the bathroom.
I saw my mother washing her genitals with her back to me. Without asking any questions, I grabbed her waist and thrust into her.
My mother was startled by this sudden action. When she looked back, it was too late; I had already secured her waist, my penis inserted directly into her anus.
Suddenly, I found it even harder to penetrate than before. But I didn't want to give up, even though I was already pressing against my mother's vulva. At that moment, I still thought it was her vagina. I wrapped my arms around her waist, using my 　　hands to hold her groin, and thrust my engorged penis in even harder. Sure enough, perseverance pays off; I finally broke through the difficult opening. This time, my mother's vagina was even tighter, enveloping my penis even more. My hands kept rubbing her sagging breasts from behind, swaying back and forth—it felt so good!
After 　　my breakthrough, my mother cried out, "Ah~ Ah~!" With each thrust, the sound of my thighs colliding with my mother's buttocks—'slap, slap, slap, slap…'—accompanied by her loud moans. Her 　　reaction only fueled my arousal, making my thrusts even more intense. 　　Suddenly, my penis slipped out of my mother's anus. I quickly grabbed it with my hand, preparing to insert it again. My mother said, "Jun, that's my asshole. Come on, come in here." She guided my penis from behind into 　　her real vagina. This time, the sensation wasn't as pleasurable as in her anus. 　　But this was my mother's real vagina. It felt just like this when I was having sex with her on the desk. I thrust in and out more easily, but the speed of my thrusts didn't slow down.

The sounds of intercourse, "slap, slap, slap, slap, slap..." echoed in the bathroom. My mother's hands were around the edge of the bathtub as I fucked her in a doggy style, my hands constantly kneading her breasts. My mother kept biting her lip, her expression one of utter
bliss. Seeing her so comfortable, I thrust even harder.
Suddenly, I remembered the position I'd used in the study, so I turned my mother over to face me. But there was no desk in the bathroom for her to sit on.
So I picked her up, pressed her against the wall, lifted her right leg, exposing her vulva, and thrust my hard penis into her vagina, once again pounding into the deepest part of her clitoris. After twenty or thirty thrusts, a wave of tingling went through my lower back
, and I ejaculated my largest load inside her vagina. I didn't pull out for a long time, maintaining the position of intercourse.
Mother and son were panting. I thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina, ejaculating my thick semen inside her... We didn't speak to each other for a long time. Finally, my mother spoke: "Jun, you've already ejaculated inside Mommy's uterus
... Do you know? I'll get pregnant, do you know?" I heard "pregnant," and I knew what that meant. I would be a father... a responsible father... My mother and I didn't move, remaining in our intercourse position. After hearing my mother's words,
I thrust into her vagina again with force. My mother let out a soft moan: "Ah..." I lifted my mother's left leg, and she clung to me like a koala. My hands were under her buttocks as I carried her to her bedroom and placed
her on the bed, my body still pressing against hers.
The only difference was that my lower body began to sway, and my mother's hips responded to my movements. The sounds of 'slap, slap, slap...' echoed in the other room, accompanied by our panting...

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