[Mom's Flight Attendant Uniform] (Complete)

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My name is Chen Fan, Chen as in old age, Fan as in ordinary person. I'm seventeen years old, a senior in high school. My biggest
problem right now is the darn surge of hormones during puberty, which keeps me constantly in a
state of sexual fantasy.
I don't know how I learned to masturbate. I remember the first time was while reading a pornographic comic.
For some reason, as I was reading, my right hand started gripping my erect penis, and I imagined myself as
the male protagonist in the comic, bravely having sex with the beautiful woman in it.
When I ejaculated for the first time, I stupidly thought I was going to pee, which really startled me
. But when the thick, sticky fluid covered my right hand, I realized that this was the legendary semen
.
As for my sexual fantasies, initially they were the female protagonists in pornographic comics. Later, I got tired of reading comics, and every
night after turning off the lights, I started fantasizing about female celebrities while masturbating. However, this method was like quenching thirst with a mirage, and
I quickly abandoned it.
I tried using the high-powered binoculars my dad gave me to spy on the older girl next door, but unfortunately
, people these days are incredibly vigilant. They close the windows when showering and turn off the lights when sleeping.
I tried several times, but I didn't see a thing.
Desperate, I had to shamelessly borrow some erotic novels from my classmates and secretly read them under the covers at night
. At first, it was martial arts, then fantasy, but eventually I became obsessed with incest stories.
Why? Because we have two incredibly beautiful women in our family! My mom and my sister.
Let me start with my mom. She has an oval face, a delicate nose, two large, watery eyes, and a head of long, glossy black hair
piled up. Her skin is as smooth as jade, and her figure is as slender as a willow. She always wears a professional smile, and
when she looks at someone, her bright eyes flicker with an indescribable allure.
Although she's thirty-eight years old, she dresses very fashionably and looks like
a young woman in her late twenties. It's hard for outsiders to imagine that she's already a mother of two.
Then there's my older sister. She's nineteen this year, and having inherited our mother's genes, she's naturally very beautiful,
radiating youthful energy. I heard she's the school beauty queen, receiving piles of love letters every day. But I think
she's still a little bit lacking compared to our mother. Although I haven't experienced sex yet, I always feel she's too
immature, lacking the mature and alluring charm of our mother.
Sometimes I really feel both lucky and unlucky, having two beautiful women by my side, yet I can only look but
not touch them. Coupled with the influence of those incestuous stories in pornographic books, I feel like I'm going crazy.
My mother was a flight attendant when she was young. Although she no longer flies, she occasionally
sneaks into her uniform, strikes poses in front of the mirror with a professional smile, and
asks her reflection, "Sir, what would you like to order?"
I discovered this secret by accident. Although I often saw my mother coming home in her flight attendant uniform
when I was little, I was too young to really understand why. I just thought the uniform was beautiful and suited her well
. But when I peeked through the crack in the door at my mature and glamorous mother, now middle-aged, wearing her flight attendant uniform again
, my penis instantly hardened.
The dark blue uniform accentuated my mother's slender waist, creating an alluring curve. The narrow skirt clung tightly to her shapely
buttocks, and her long, shapely legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose. Black patent leather pointed-toe high heels completed the look. Her
jet-black hair was neatly combed back and piled on top of her head, a red, white, and black scarf tied around her neck.
Her small hands were casually crossed in front of her lower abdomen, and a charming, professional smile graced her fair, delicate face.
Honestly, seeing my mother dressed so alluringly, I really wanted to burst through the door, pin her to the bed,
pull out my already rock-hard erection, and forcefully… @＃＄％＾＆＊｜.
But I only thought about it; I didn't actually dare do anything to my mother. After all, my father was a former armed police officer, and
he wouldn't hesitate to beat someone up.
However, from then on, I developed a habit: every day after school, without saying goodbye, I would
sneak to my parents' bedroom door to see if my mother was secretly wearing her flight attendant uniform. If not, I
would wait until I took a shower that night and carefully rummage through the laundry basket to see if I could find
any clothes my mother had prepared to change into. Although this opportunity was common, I dared not do anything rash.
Of course, there were exceptions. For example, if I found a pair of stockings that my mother had just taken off,
I would stuff them into my pocket without hesitation. After lights out, I would lie in bed, put my mother's smooth, silky
stockings on my already hard penis, and then imagine my mother's voice and smile, quickly stroking
my penis until thick, sticky semen shot into the stockings. After releasing my desires, I
would be terrified the next day, afraid that my mother would find out something was wrong.
I slowly got through puberty in this state of mixed joy and worry. Originally, my mother and I should never have had
any chance to have anything happen between us. However, an accident led to a series of unexpected
events.
Last summer, our family went on a road trip. We were in a car accident. My father died on the spot, and my
mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was rushed to the hospital. Miraculously, my sister and I were unharmed.
After a week of intensive care, my mother finally passed the critical period. Although she survived, she
was left with a very serious aftereffect: she lost her memory. Her cerebral cortex was severely damaged, and whenever she slept,
she couldn't remember anything. It was like the movie "50 First Dates."
I admit I'm an unfilial son. I didn't feel much sadness about my father's death; instead, I felt a strange,
inexplicable excitement. I believed that my father's death was an opportunity given to me by God, and I had to seize it
.
A few months later, my mother was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Looking at the familiar living room and bedroom, she looked completely lost. My sister
helped her around, telling her stories from our childhood, hoping she could remember something. But all of that
is in vain. Even if we remember now, we still won't recognize each other tomorrow.
But Mom is clever; she hung our family photo in the bedroom and then arranged them side-by-side on the dressing table.
I put up photos of my sister and me with captions so that I could see our faces every morning when I woke up.
This method worked somewhat, but Mom occasionally suffered from severe amnesia and couldn't understand
why there were two photos of children on the table.
Mom's condition had prevented her from working anymore; the airline had given her a long-term sick leave.
Everything seemed to have changed, but I noticed one thing remained the same: every night, Mom
would put on her old flight attendant uniform and pose in front of the mirror.
Each time, she would wear light makeup, her dark blue business skirt revealing a slightly upturned buttock, and her long, slender legs
clad in black stockings that looked smooth and shiny, with a subtle shimmer. Her delicate feet wore
black stilettos.
This was Mom's secret, and mine too. Every time I saw Mom walking around the bedroom in her flight attendant uniform
, my heart would flutter like a cat's claw, and my penis would harden like steel.
After struggling with desire for months, I felt like I was about to collapse. Just then, my sister went
to summer camp, instructing me to take good care of Mom before she left.
I felt as if the god of desire was beckoning me, and I could hear the seductive demon laughing in my ear. Torn
between desire and ethics, I finally succumbed to desire.
Since I'd decided to have sex with Mom, I needed to devise a meticulous plan. The most common trick in online fanfiction is using
drugs or sleeping pills, but I didn't want to do that, because it would be too boring. I wanted to watch Mom,
dressed in her flight attendant uniform, beg, moan, and indulge beneath me…
So, I decided to rape her openly. There was only one reason I dared to do this: Mom would only
need to sleep once, and then she would remember nothing, like in "50 First Loves." If I was lucky, maybe I
could also have my "50 First Loves."
The plan was carried out on the fourth day of my sister's summer camp. After dinner, Mom went back to her bedroom, leaving
me alone in the living room watching TV. To be honest, at that moment, my mind was filled with images of Mom begging and moaning beneath me
; I had no idea what was on TV.
It was almost 11 o'clock when I got up and left the living room, cautiously making my way to Mom's bedroom. My heart was
pounding. After all, she was my mother. Dad was gone, and as his only son, instead
of shouldering the family's burdens, I was thinking about how to violate her body. I thought I would go to the deepest
hell after I died.
But that's how men are; once controlled by desire, they become worse than beasts.
Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw Mom, as usual, wearing her dark blue flight attendant uniform, hands on her hips
, posing in front of the mirror, a smile playing on her lips. She seemed to be reminiscing about her days flying in the sky. Perhaps this
was the only beautiful memory in her mind, but I was about to tear her apart with my own hands, turning it into a permanent nightmare.
My mother swayed her slender waist, her beautiful buttocks slightly upturned. My desire had reached its peak; I longed to rush
into the bedroom and pin her down, to rape her to my heart's content. But I had to remain calm. I had to subdue my mother in one move, and I
couldn't give her a chance to retaliate, or who knew what might happen.
The opportunity finally arrived. My mother accidentally dropped her lipstick under the bed. She crouched down, reached under the bed, and groped around
for a while. Finding nothing, she lifted her uniform skirt, revealing half of her ample, black-stockinged thigh.
She knelt on her left knee, reached out, and still couldn't find it.
My mother's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She simply knelt on both knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the floor beneath the bed, her
round, full buttocks also sticking up.
My mother would probably never know how alluring her posture was at that moment. This breathtaking sight was
like adding fuel to the fire for me, who was already on the verge of collapse.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed open the door and rushed behind her.
Because of my forceful thrust, Mom leaned forward, but luckily I grabbed her full, round
buttocks in time to prevent her from falling to the ground.
"Who?"
Before Mom could react, I had already grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up, and rolled it around her slender waist
. Then I reached out and greedily caressed her smooth, black-stockinged buttocks.
"Ah!" Mom cried out softly, quickly turning her head, her face turning deathly pale
.
"Xiao Fan, you... what are you doing?" Mom's beautiful face flushed red with embarrassment, then her brows furrowed, and she
angrily shouted, "What are you doing? Let me go!"
At this moment, I was dominated by desire and completely ignored her demands. Mom tried to get up, but I
immediately pressed my upper body against her back.
Now Mom was kneeling on the ground, her upper body also on the ground, like a female dog waiting to mate.
I reached out and touched the inside of my mother's thigh, clad in black pantyhose. It was smooth and silky, full of texture.
Ah, my mother's body shuddered violently, her two black-stockinged thighs clenching tightly together, trapping my right hand between
them.
Flight attendant, uniform, mother, black stockings, beautiful legs—so many alluring elements concentrated on my mother alone
. Heaven had truly been kind to me.
With me pinned beneath her, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her calves kicking upwards against my buttocks,
screaming repeatedly, her pretty face flushed crimson.
I thought, being raped by her own son, both physically and emotionally, would be a far greater blow to her than
being raped by a stranger.
To avoid any complications, I pressed my upper body against my mother, hurriedly pulling my pants down to my knees, then
grabbed the edge of her black pantyhose, pulling it down along with her underwear, revealing her snow-white,
voluptuous buttocks.
My mother screamed incessantly, her soft shoulders straining upwards. Desperate, I grabbed a
pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth, then pulled her two soft wrists back, locking them behind her slender waist.
"Ugh...ugh..."
My mother whimpered, her two black-stockinged legs crossed and intertwined, her thighs tightly closed. Looking at...
My penis, already hard as iron, slid into a narrow slit between her pink labia. The head of my penis brushed against my mother's plump thighs
a few times before forcefully plunging inside.
"Ugh..."
Feeling the heat of my penis, my mother tilted her head back slightly, tears welling in her eyes, her thighs clamping even tighter
. I let out a groan of ecstasy, almost ejaculating.
My veined penis, pressed against the inside of my mother's smooth thighs, thrust twice against her delicate vulva.
"Mom, I'm going to fuck you." I don't know why I uttered such beastly words, but an
unprecedented excitement quickly swept through every pore of my body.
My mother struggled even more fiercely. I flicked the head of my penis upwards, aimed it at her vulva, and thrust hard.
"Mmm..."
My mother's upper body, clad in a dark blue uniform, arched, her entire body seemingly petrified, motionless
. Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror.
Her tender labia gripped my glans tightly, the pleasure indescribable, both physical
and psychological. Seeing the tears in my mother's eyes, my lust intensified. I thrust my thick, hard penis
forward, breaking through layers of tender flesh and slamming into a mound of soft flesh.
I fucked my mother! I finally fucked my mother!
I was incredibly excited, like a madman. Grabbing her wrist with one hand and supporting
her plump buttocks with the other, I pounded into her. My mother, however, was suffering. Her vagina was already dry,
and she hadn't had sex in a long time; how could she withstand such intense fucking? Her upper body lurched forward, half her
face pressed to the ground, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
My mother's weak and aggrieved appearance only fueled my lust. After a few forceful thrusts, I released
her hands, grabbed her buttocks, and fucked her like a madman. My long-suppressed desire was finally released. Soon
, I felt a tightness in my back, a tingling sensation in my spine, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged through me.
My mother seemed to sense the swelling of my penis as well. She shook her head violently, put her hands on the ground, and
crawled forward, trying to break free from my grasp. At that moment, I was on the verge of climax when she pulled this trick, and my
penis was flung out of her vagina.
My mother crawled forward like a little bitch. Her black pantyhose and underwear were still on her legs, preventing
her from fully opening them. So, with each step forward, her buttocks swayed forcefully.
In this situation, I almost ejaculated on the spot. But I held back. I had to
ejaculate my first load of semen into my mother's sweet vagina.
I knelt down, quickly taking two steps forward to catch up with my mother. Instead of grabbing her, I
thrust my penis forward, pressing the head against her vagina.
My mother felt the warmth of my penis and arched her back even more violently, knowing that if she stopped
, her son would relentlessly fuck her again.
Like a valiant knight, I followed closely behind, my penis lightly touching her vulva,
moving in and out of her rubbed vagina, but never fully penetrating.
We circled the bedroom again and again until finally, my mother, exhausted, slumped forward,
collapsing to the floor, half her pretty face pressed against the ground, her eyes glazed, tears streaming down her face.
I quickly removed the pillowcase from her mouth, then grabbed her buttocks and lifted her
up forcefully, causing her to kneel again, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her upper body lying face down.
I thrust my penis forward, the glans parting her tightly closed labia, piercing through layers of tender flesh, and striking deep
inside her vagina.
"Mmm," Mom groaned, shifting her body forward slightly. To my surprise, Mom's
vagina was wet, overflowing with vaginal fluid.
Mom was actually aroused.
This was undoubtedly an encouragement to me, and I thrust even more frantically inside her, finally ejaculating
thick, hot semen into her vagina.
Mom didn't scream or make a sound, only her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if resigned to her fate.
My violently swollen penis continued to ejaculate inside her vagina, one spurt, two spurts, three spurts... until it
couldn't ejaculate anymore, but it remained erect.
I panted heavily, looking at Mom beneath me, who had been ravaged, and without resting, I turned her over
so she was facing me on the ground.
My mother's flight attendant uniform was a mess. I reached out and unbuttoned the top
, pulling the white blouse aside and pushing up her rose-colored bra. Her two round, white
breasts sprang out, the two small purple nipples standing erect in the cold wind.
I lay on top of her, lowered my head, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, making seductive smacking sounds. My mother
neither struggled nor resisted; her once beautiful eyes were now lifeless, staring blankly at
the ceiling.
I straightened up, took off her black high heels, then hoisted
her legs, encased in black stockings, onto my shoulders and licked the soles of her feet. My mother
tensed up like a taut rubber band, her saliva-covered feet gleaming seductively.
With one hand supporting her silk-stockinged legs and the other guiding my penis, I aimed at her vagina and thrust
in again
with a sudden burst of strength. My mother's beautiful face contorted, and she let out a soft moan. With each thrust, her body trembled, her large breasts
swaying and forming waves of white flesh.
Having already ejaculated once, I didn't rush in this time. Instead, I used a technique of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one,
moving in and out of her vagina at varying speeds.
Although it felt just as good as before, it also left me feeling very uncomfortable—my mother's lifeless
reaction.
What's the difference between a woman on the bed and an inflatable doll if she doesn't moan?
My fighting spirit was reignited; I refused to believe I couldn't give my mother pleasure.
I pushed her black-stockinged legs forward, pressing them directly onto her breasts. My mother's lower body arched
upwards; this position must have been very uncomfortable. With each thrust, her brows furrowed, and she made soft moaning
sounds.
My mother's reaction gave me tremendous encouragement. I stopped using any thrusting techniques and just kept
thrusting my penis, fucking her wildly.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Finally, my mother closed her eyes tightly and let out a series of moans that were hard to tell whether they were from pain or pleasure. As my thrusting
speed increased, the moans became more and more pronounced.
"Ah..."
My mother's mouth opened wide, and she moaned ecstatically. Like a knight who had received a command, I grabbed my mother
's black-stockinged legs and fucked her pussy wildly.
As the moans became more and more pronounced, I felt my mother's pussy contracting rapidly, the layers of tender flesh tightly
gripping my penis, especially the delicate flower core deep inside her honey pot, which would suck hard every time the head of my penis touched it
.
"Mmm..."
Mom groaned, her beautiful face contorting, her eyes tightly closed, her legs stiffening, her arches tensing, her delicate body trembling slightly .
Her beautiful features were scrunched up, her tender flesh clinging tightly to my penis, her clitoris gushing out streams of hot nectar.
Faced with such powerful suction, I was already at my limit. After a few frantic thrusts, I thrust my penis
all the way in, aimed at her tender clitoris, and ejaculated another thick stream of nectar.
That night, I don't know how many times I did it to Mom. After her last ecstatic cry, she fell into a deep sleep
. The next day, I faced my mother with trepidation, but as usual, Mom
couldn't remember anything.
Just like my 50th first love, every time with Mom was my first time, I recklessly enjoyed this
forbidden pleasure. Until my sister returned from summer camp.
But when my sister said these words, I was stunned.
"Mom, Dr. Li said you haven't had your follow-up appointment for several days. She called me today to ask if your
amnesia has flared up again."
[The End]

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