[My Sister's Stockings Extra Chapter - Mom Came to My House]

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"Hoo... Jiajia, you're so tight..."
"Ugh, it's because I've gotten bigger again... Ah..."
The 19-year-old boy, drenched in sweat, pinned the 17-year-old girl beneath him. His thick, long penis
thrust back and forth in the dim light, reflecting the lewd glow of their exchanged bodily fluids. The girl's
toes, clad in black velvet stockings, were taut with intense stimulation, and her crotch was
torn open, allowing the boy's ferocious beast to penetrate her.
The swollen male organ moved in and out of the beautiful girl's narrow vagina repeatedly, and thick, foamy semen constantly oozed from their rubbing points
. Clearly, her swollen labia had been filled with
male fluid more than once.
"Brother...you...you're going to fuck Jiajia to death..." Having already climaxed countless times,
tears welling in her eyes, the sexy girl couldn't help but sob, her long, black hair swaying as she yearned for more of the boy's
affection.
The boy, who had already ejaculated twice, didn't soften; instead, he thrust into his younger
sister with even greater hardness. The girl, having reached peak after peak, was on the verge of exhaustion, unable to respond further. With her
last strength, she hooked her stockinged legs around the boy's waist, her body language seemingly saying: "Deeper." The two
were pressed together without any gap, her 32C snow-white breasts deformed and sandwiched between their incestuous
bodies, yearning for pleasure.
The beautiful girl, her eyes tightly closed, was pressed onto the bed like an octopus, clinging tightly to her brother with all four limbs
. Unable to reach his sister's breasts, the boy simply placed his hands on her buttocks, clad in black pantyhose, and lifted her
up, forming a lewd position where they sat facing each other in a tight embrace.
The girl subtly and in the opposite direction matched her brother's forceful assault from below, allowing them
to continue their illicit mating through the slight swaying of their hips, even though there was no gap between them. A pair of
beautiful legs clad in opaque black velvet stockings rubbed against the boy's waist, making a hissing sound. Besides the
splashing sounds from their joined bodies, this added a touch of euphoria to the stocking-fetishist boy.
"Brother...don't go abroad...Jiajia will wear stockings every day so you can fuck her, okay..."
The beautiful girl, nearly exhausted from the assault, weakly pleaded for her brother's love. Her stockinged legs
clamped tightly around the boy's waist, using the last of her strength to tighten her already incredibly tight and alluring passage, firmly gripping the
erect penis deep inside her.
"Jia...you...you can't...you can't use this...this move! Ahhhhhh!"
The boy, already at the peak of pleasure, was completely overwhelmed by the girl's final offensive. His engorged, thick penis thrust upwards,
penetrating to the very bottom of her flower path. The ejaculation gate, which had been struggling to hold back, suddenly broke free. Accompanied by two long, drawn
-out moans, one deep and one shallow, the last spurt of hot male essence poured into the beautiful girl's womb. The intense sexual
climax caused the incestuous brother and sister to tilt their heads back, enduring the overwhelming incestuous pleasure until they fainted.
This was me, on the night before I left to study abroad, reluctantly enjoying the immoral sex with my sister Ruojia.
"Brother, don't go abroad, boohoo..." Ruojia cried like a baby at the airport, tears streaming down her face
, as if I would never return to Taiwan after this trip. My aunt, who drove us here
, was making faces at me. Being a 27-year-old adult, she seemed immune to these tearful farewell scenes.
Ignoring her watching, my teary-eyed sister looked up and asked for a kiss, which I couldn't resist giving
her a deep kiss in return. Okay, fine, I'll go for it! My aunt already knows about my
incestuous relationship with my sister, and she even witnessed it!
I suckled on her sweet lips for what felt like forever before we slowly separated, still clinging tightly
to each other, reluctant to part.
"Silly girl, it's not like I won't come back. The semester's over soon, and there'll be a long break. I can come back to Taiwan for
a vacation." Though I said this, I felt a bittersweet mix of emotions—
a complex feeling before parting—from my sister's deep love for me.
"Alright, alright, Xuanxuan's almost through customs and boarding the plane. Ruojia, be good, I'll take you back to
America to visit your brother when he's on vacation!" My auntie, seeing that time was running out, quickly came to my rescue.
"Sure!" Jiajia looked at me with teary eyes, making me want to give up my trip abroad
and stay with her.
"Sure, sure." My auntie smiled and said, "Ruojia, would you like to go to the vending machine and buy a cookie for your brother
? I'm afraid Xuanxuan will be hungry while waiting for the plane."
"Okay, I'll go right away!" Wiping away her tears, Ruojia quickly ran off after receiving the instruction.
Taking advantage of the moment, my aunt slipped a small paper bag into my hand, leaned her soft body against me, and
whispered, "I didn't have a gift for you right now, my little rascal. I just took off my stockings in the restroom, so you
can take these as a gift..."
I was startled and pulled away. My aunt blushed and looked away, avoiding my gaze. Looking down
, I saw that the gray sheer stockings she had been wearing under her skirt were indeed gone. Peering into the paper bag, I
smelled her distinctive rose scent. Touching them, I found the thin stockings were still warm.
Looking at my aunt, I was so touched that I didn't know how to respond. My aunt noticed
me standing there dumbfounded out of the corner of her eye, turned her head, and quickly pecked me on the lips.
"My little rascal, Auntie will put her stockings back on and wait for you..." That expectant yet seductive look in her eyes was truly
...!
That sentence kept nagging at me even after I boarded the plane, although, well,
that's a whole different story with my aunt...
Ruojia, who bought the cookies, returned quickly. Amidst the two women's reluctant gazes, I left this
land, ready to begin my studies abroad on the other side of the world.
A new life awaits me!
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My name is Zhang Xuan, nineteen years old. After graduating from high school, I originally planned to continue my studies and go on to university, but in the end...
My life plans were a bit different, so I decided to apply to schools abroad and study overseas. Therefore, I left Taiwan and
began my university life in a foreign country.
As a high school student whose English wasn't very good to begin with, life was quite tough for me at first.
I often only understood about 30% of a sentence, which led to many embarrassing situations. However, because I had already come to adjust to life before the summer vacation
, by the time school started after two months, I had improved to understanding about 80% of what I heard.
I could guess the rest from gestures and expressions. The rate of improvement surprised me. Maybe it's because I'm not in Taiwan anymore, and I'm not
spending all my time with Ruojia that I can't study…? (I know she'll pinch my ear if I say that.)
Life abroad is much easier and more relaxed than being a high school student in Taiwan. As a first-year university student, I also have
the responsibilities of a student, but it's much better than being cooped up at home or in a cram school every day in high school.
The city I'm in isn't big; it's a small southern city. Because it's relatively far south, the temperature
is basically the same as in Taiwan, a region with temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius in summer and autumn. However, it almost never rains here
, so unlike in Taiwan, you don't have to worry about afternoon thunderstorms or deadly
typhoons every day.
The school offers expensive dormitories, but I didn't consider them due to price and freedom considerations. Instead,
I found another international student from Taiwan online and we rented a house together. It's strange, in
Taiwan, living in school dormitories is cheaper than living off-campus, but here it's much cheaper to live off-campus.
My roommate is a graduate student from Taiwan who had served in the military before coming abroad, so
although we're both "freshmen," he's almost six years older than me. Having an older brother figure as a roommate is quite nice;
we can take care of each other a lot in daily life (I'm the one who gets taken care of more). Academically, although we
have different departments and different majors, we can directly
discuss some English-related questions with each other.
This life changed with a transoceanic phone call. I
was having a sweet chat with my sister in Taiwan when the phone rang. It was my mom, whom I hadn't seen in a while.
She usually works abroad and said her company had a Christmas holiday.
She wanted to come visit during the long December break. I thought my roommate
would be going back to Taiwan for the Christmas holidays, so his room would be available. I readily agreed, and we decided to spend
the Christmas and New Year holidays traveling abroad together. When I called Jiajia, she
inevitably complained again. I could only comfort her by saying I'd come home next holiday and spend some quality time with her!
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The school system here is quarterly, with four semesters a year. Students can choose to skip
classes during the summer semester, so our school's holidays start at the end of November. My mom wouldn't
arrive until the end of December, so I spent the month before that traveling around with my roommate to broaden my horizons. We
didn't return to our original city until mid-December, when my roommate packed her bags, said goodbye, and flew back to Taiwan for vacation.
My mom's plane arrived a few days before Christmas. The temperature had already dropped considerably, but because
it's a southern city, it doesn't snow in winter. Daytime temperatures were around 5 to 10 degrees Celsius, and the nighttime
lows approached zero. Winters in Taiwan are often damp and cold, so the actual perceived temperature is much
lower than it appears. Winters here are dry and cold, and there's generally little wind. So, although it might seem slightly colder than in Taiwan, as long as you dress similarly to those in Taiwan, 　　you can be quite comfortable
outside . 　　Our city's airport, although called an international airport, is actually a small but very clean domestic airport. 　　I needed a car to pick Mom up and take her back to my place, so before the semester ended and I went to get 　　my driver's license and bought a usable used car for transportation. Mom will probably be 　　surprised to see that I can drive, right? After all, Mom is mostly stationed abroad, so the last time I saw her was 　　over a year ago, when I was still a high school student in uniform! 　　Just as I was lost in thought, Mom's flight arrived at the airport. Groups of foreigners 　　were walking out of customs with their carry-on luggage (domestic arrivals don't need to be checked), but I didn't see 　　Mom. Just as I started to worry that she might have missed her connecting flight, a beautiful Chinese 　　girl stood a short distance in front of me, smiling at me. I was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was actually 　　Mom, whom I hadn't seen for so long! 　　"Silly Xuanxuan, don't you recognize your mom?" Mom smiled at me with her beautiful phoenix eyes, 　　those eyes were beautiful and filled with warm concern. 　　My mom's eyes are different from my sister's. Jiajia inherited her dad's big eyes, while my phoenix eyes are inherited 　　from my mom. Seeing my mom carrying her already checked luggage… how come I 　　didn't even see her collect her luggage?! 　　"Mom's so beautiful, I was stunned," I said with a slightly embarrassed smile. For some reason, I 　　hadn't noticed her at first glance. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in a long time, or maybe she was just so beautiful that I thought I 　　was seeing a pretty lady. 　　"Xuanxuan, you're so sweet-talking, did you eat candy?" My mom chuckled, brushing her wavy, dark brown 　　hair aside. This unintentional gesture seemed to radiate a dazzling light from her. 　　Strange, how come I never noticed how beautiful my mom was before…? 　　While I was still lost in thought, we had already reached the parking lot with our luggage. "Huh? 　　Aren't we supposed to take a taxi?" Mom asked, and I replied proudly, "I got my driver's license, 　　and I even bought a cheap used car. I was just waiting to take Mom home." 　　"Xuanxuan's all grown up, hehe." Mom looked at me gently with her beautiful phoenix eyes, her rosy lips curving 　　upwards, her expression subtly revealing that her child had truly grown up. I think Mom 　　must have felt very comforted at that moment. 　　"Here, put the luggage in the back." I held out my hand.

"Okay." Mom obediently handed me the luggage. The moment our hands met, I felt
the warmth of her soft, smooth little hands, and I froze for a couple of seconds before letting go of her hand, taking the luggage, and stuffing it into the trunk
.
"Then let's see how well Xuanxuan drives." Mom automatically opened the passenger door and got in.
"No problem, watch me~ Remember to fasten your seatbelt."
Although I've only been driving for a short time, I'm clearly quite talented at it, driving
very steadily on the dark highways and streets. At first, Mom's hands were on the upper right seat handle, but later she let go and placed them
on her lap. Perhaps she was tired from the long flight, because she quickly turned her head and fell into a deep sleep during the drive.
I took advantage of a red light to turn my head and peek at Mom sleeping peacefully, her small lips tightly pursed, her
little hands crossed on her thighs clad in a tight skirt, making her look incredibly cute.
Beneath her tight skirt, she wore sheer, iron-gray stockings and high heels… Perhaps because of work,
I remember my mother always wearing stockings. However, the last time I saw her, I hadn't yet had my incestuous
affair with my sister, and my stocking fetish hadn't fully kicked in. Now, I'm a completely different person (or perhaps a wolf?),
and my perspective on women is entirely different. I'm now noticing those slender, long, stockinged legs beneath her tight skirt.
My mother's chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing as she slept, her breasts, clearly not small, hidden
beneath her suit jacket and shirt. Even without knowing her actual cup size, it was obvious she belonged to the large-breasted class
…
My sister, Ruojia, has a 32C, and my mother's looked even larger, at least a 34D
… right?
I wonder what they would feel like to squeeze… Wait, I should touch those slightly reflective, shimmering stockinged legs first
…
"Beep!"
As I was lost in my rosy fantasy, I completely failed to notice that the red light had passed, the traffic
signal had turned green, and the honking of the car behind me jolted me from my inappropriate fantasies about my mother. Fortunately,
Mom wasn't woken by the horns of the cars behind us and was still fast asleep, which saved me
from being caught by her peeping (and fantasizing) about her.
We drove through the residential area, turning left and right, and soon arrived at the ground-floor bungalow I shared with my roommate. I parked
the car, then got out, opened the door, carried the luggage from the trunk into the living room, and then opened the passenger
door to unbuckle Mom's seatbelt.
"Mom, we're home..." I whispered in her ear, but she was clearly fast
asleep and unconscious. With no other option, I reached out and carried Mom in my arms, kicked
the door shut, and then reached for my roommate's doorknob.
"What... are you kidding me? It's locked?" Didn't my roommate say I could borrow his room? I looked back at
the entryway; there was no sign of his key where we usually kept our keys. I kicked his door,
but it wouldn't budge. Standing there dumbfounded in the living room with Mom in my arms wasn't going to solve anything, so I opened my bedroom door
and put her on my small bed.
"Hmm..." Just as I took off my coat and helped Mom take off her suit jacket and high heels
, Mom, who was still groggy, showed signs of waking up slightly. Lying on the bed with her eyes slightly open, she said, "Mom, I'm so cold
..."
I thought so too. The outside temperature was probably only around five degrees Celsius, and although the indoor temperature was better, it was probably
less than twenty degrees. Just as I was about to turn on the heater, Mom reached out and pulled me into the blankets.
"Much warmer..." I couldn't tell if Mom was doing it unconsciously or if she intended to, but she just
smoothly stuffed me into the blankets to use as a human heater. Perhaps because she was afraid of the cold,
Mom, still not fully conscious, hugged me tightly, even slipping one of her stockinged legs between mine and gently rubbing it back and forth. Her thighs
also unconsciously lifted up, pressing against the huge beast in my crotch.
Sensing the warmth, my penis quickly hardened, pressing against my mother's sexy thighs, a sensation both pleasurable and
painfully intense. My mother's large breasts pressed against my chest; even through her
clothes and bra, I could clearly feel their ample softness.
"Baby, go to sleep..." My mother's lips moved slightly, and then she drifted off to sleep. Clad in my
clothes, intertwined with my mother, I couldn't move, only able to continue holding her tightly, enjoying her warm, soft
body. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep with my mother after what seemed like an eternity.
The next morning, I groggily awoke, still groggy, only vaguely aware that I was holding someone. Following
my habit from when I slept with Jiajia in Taiwan, I kissed the beautiful woman's lips in my arms. Then, slowly regaining my senses,
I realized that the beautiful woman in my arms was my mother! Suddenly, my body stiffened, and I shuddered violently 　　.
First, I realized we were still tightly embracing. Then I saw
my mother, who had clearly been awake for a long time, staring at me with her long, beautiful phoenix eyes, her face flushed red, looking shy and bewildered. 　　"Xuanxuan's awake?" 　　"Mmm...yes..." 　　Although I was awake, the situation was so awkward that I didn't know what to do, 　　so we both remained motionless in our original positions. My mother's two large breasts were sandwiched 　　between our upper bodies through our clothes, our legs intertwined, one of our legs between ours. My mother's tight skirt was completely lifted up to her waist, 　　and my hands were resting squarely on her firm, shapely buttocks encased in delicate pantyhose. One of my mother's stockinged legs 　　was pressing upwards against my morning erection, and my swollen penis was throbbing, declaring that its 　　territory was being invaded. 　　"Mmm...Mommy's going to get up and take a shower." After what seemed like an eternity of embracing, my mother 　　finally spoke. 　　"Okay~" I reluctantly parted from my mother's warm, fragrant body, but before we were completely separated 　　, I quickly kissed her lips again when she wasn't looking. 　　"Naughty Xuanxuan, stealing a kiss from Mommy~" Although she said that, my mother's smiling expression didn't change at all.

She didn't seem angry; instead, she exuded a strong sense of maternal love.
"When I was little, Mom would kiss me when I woke up, and now it's my turn to kiss her," I said proudly.
"Back then, Mom kissed your forehead, not..." Mom blushed again, unable to finish her sentence
.
"It's all pretty much the same~ Let's do it again..." I said, leaning down to kiss Mom's lips again, but this time she
quickly stopped me and urged me to get out of bed. Although a little disappointed, at least I'd already stolen two kisses,
right?
As Mom got up and tidied her clothes, she noticed her bra was already pulled up under her shirt. Her face flushed
, she glanced at me furtively and quickly adjusted it back up. Could it be that my habit of touching Jiajia's breasts at night had also carried
over to Mom? But I was so asleep I didn't feel anything! What a waste…
"Where should I put the clean clothes?" Mom's melodious voice quickly interrupted my attempt to recall the feeling in my hands
. "Just put them in the laundry basket by the door." Mom went into the bathroom and closed the door.
After a few rustling sounds, she opened the door a crack, reached through the crack, put the clothes she'd taken off into the laundry
basket, and then closed the door again. After the water started running in the bathroom, I tiptoed to the bathroom door and saw that
there were no underwear or stockings in the laundry basket. It seemed Mom would just hand-wash them and hang them in the bathroom
… right?
While Mom was showering, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Having lived abroad for a few months,
I'd learned to make simple breakfasts. After showering, Mom changed into a light, pale yellow cotton loungewear set,
looking very cute. Her hair was half-dry, and she asked me for a hairdryer before sitting at the table to dry it herself
. During this time, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and get ready.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother smiling silently at me. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Our Xuanxuan has grown up so much! He can make his own breakfast now." My mother ate my
breakfast, which wasn't great but showed improvement, and seemed very happy. She started talking to me about our
plans for the day.
"How about you take Mom around the city and the school today?"
"Sure, wherever Xuanxuan takes me, I'll go!" My mother smiled as she put her breakfast in her mouth.
The morning sunlight filtered through the crisp air and fell on my mother and me, bringing
a touch of warmth to the dry, cold winter. Before leaving, my mother shooed me out of the room and changed into an elegant black velvet
suit, black opaque stockings, and high-heeled boots. The all-black outfit accentuated
her fair skin, making her look incredibly elegant and beautiful on the foreign streets.
"Xuanxuan, show me around your school!" Mom took my arm, her ample breasts
pressing against my arm through my clothes—it felt wonderful.
Our city is an ancient city with a rich history. Many areas in the city are
under construction bans to protect historical buildings, so there are very few new buildings; almost all are centuries-old structures
. My school isn't the typical Taiwanese campus surrounded by walls. Instead,
the school bought several old buildings scattered around the city as department buildings, and students
go to their respective departments based on their majors and course selections.
My department building was a bit far, so I took Mom to visit the building where I take my elective courses.
It was a bit of a shame that Mom couldn't enter the department buildings without our school's student ID, so we could only look around. However, Mom
was still very happy to see where I was taking classes abroad, asking me all sorts of questions like a
curious little girl.
"Mom, where did Dad go on vacation?" I suddenly asked. I know my parents work at the same company,
but since my mom came to visit, where did my dad go?
"Your dad? He went on vacation by himself, probably with some random woman." My mom
's eyes immediately showed a hint of sadness when she mentioned my dad. "Just kidding, he has to stay at the company during the Christmas holidays."
"Oh, I see..." Actually, I'd occasionally heard my aunt say that my parents didn't seem to get along as well as I'd imagined,
but since my mom didn't want to talk about it, I didn't press further.
"But are Xuanxuan and Jiajia getting along well? Has he bullied your sister?" my mom changed the subject
.
"Ah? This... I..." I didn't know how to answer this question for a moment. If I didn't take care of my sister
... I really did take care of her quite a bit. If I did take care of her... well, it even extended to her bed...
Mom smiled and said, "I usually call home to chat with Jiajia, to see
how you two are doing while your dad and I are away. Jiajia said her brother treats her very well, and told me not to worry."
"Why are you asking me, Mom? Jiajia already said so!" I felt very guilty about this question.
"I always have to ask Xuanxuan's opinion!" Mom smiled happily, unconsciously taking
a few steps forward to get ahead of me. Looking at my beautiful mother from behind, a strange feeling unconsciously rose in my heart
, as if my mother were my girlfriend... Was I just overthinking it?
We ate lunch and dinner out that day, wandering around the city all day, and didn't get home until after 10 pm
. We were both exhausted. Mom took her pajamas, went into the bathroom, quickly showered, and
then returned to the room in a light purple sheer nightgown for her bedtime skincare routine. Seeing me staring intently at her in her pajamas, she couldn't
help but laugh and say, "Never seen a beautiful woman before? Go take a shower!" She then pushed me into the bathroom.
Once inside, I quickly stripped off my clothes and looked up to see my mother's underwear and stockings hanging in the bathroom.
The set I'd changed out of that morning was already dry, so it had been put away. Hanging in the bathroom was a
set of black lace bra and panties that I'd just hand-washed and roughly dried with a towel, along with black opaque
stockings.
Of course, my mother had no idea of my unusual interest in stockings; perhaps that's why she felt comfortable
leaving washed underwear and stockings hanging in the bathroom.
To satisfy my curiosity (a truly terrible excuse), I began to study my mother's bra size.
The size and brand of the stockings. The sexy lace bra was an unexpected 36E; I never knew those
breasts hidden under her clothes were so big!
I checked the tag on the back of my mother's stockings; they were the legendary ultra-high-end Wolford
D stockings. Because I'm interested in stockings, I looked them up online before, and they were all top-tier prices, costing thousands of New Taiwan Dollars
. When I'm having sex with Ruojia, my pantyhose usually tear very quickly, so I've never dared to buy such expensive
brands. My mother has connections in the business world; her clothes are indeed very high-class.
Unable to resist the urges of my lustful heart, I took my mother's bra off the rack and
took a deep breath. The scent of freshly washed detergent mixed with my mother's unique perfume filled my
nostrils, incredibly aphrodisiac, and my little brother immediately became hard and erect.
I picked up my mother's stockings again and smelled them; they had the same pleasant scent of cold detergent and a hint of her natural fragrance.
Driven by lust, I quickly slipped the almost dry stockings over my throbbing, veiny penis. The fine nylon
threads brushed against my swollen glans, making me sigh with pleasure. Ignoring whether this was my own
mother's underwear or the real reason for my arousal, I inhaled
the milky scent of my mother's 36E bra while using the very fine, sheer black stockings to masturbate my penis.
The sheer stockings made intimate contact with my glans and shaft as I stroked them.
Thinking of my mother's shapely body hidden beneath her suit, my lustful
penis, fueled by incestuous relations with my siblings, swelled to its limit, almost bursting with ecstasy. A powerful electric current seemed to
envelop my swollen glans and shaft through the stockings, transmitting a signal to my spinal cord to ejaculate. Waves
of white, sticky fluid, aroused by fantasies about my mother, burst forth within the thin stockings. The explosive pleasure reverberated
in my brain, making me so weak I collapsed onto the toilet.
But the pleasure ended with a worry: stealing the stockings for masturbation wasn't the problem, it was
how to clean up afterwards… I used the cold detergent on the bathroom floor to scrub the stockings,
and once I felt they were mostly clean, I dried them with a towel and hung them back on the rack with my black lace bra and panties before taking a shower
.
Back in the room, I saw my mother already fast asleep in my little bed. I had told her I wanted to
sleep on the floor tonight, but she insisted it would be cold, and that it wouldn't hurt for us to squeeze together, so she wanted me
to sleep in the bed with her. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige.
Looking at my mother's smiling sleeping face, I suddenly felt that my
act of defiling her stockings in the bathroom was extremely inappropriate. Filled with deep guilt, I kissed my mother's cheek, which, though thirty-eight, still
possessed the delicate pinkness of a young girl. My mother, noticing I had finished showering and entered the room, half-asleep, pulled me into
bed with her, nestled against my chest like a sweet little girl, making me genuinely want to cherish this
incredibly beautiful woman.
However, perhaps it wasn't the kind of affection most people would perceive.
The next morning, I slowly woke up in the sunlight streaming through the window and saw my mother nestled in my arms, her
beautiful phoenix eyes gazing at me. But this gaze held a different, indescribable quality compared to yesterday… it was
gentler, perhaps a kind of affection? But at that time, I wouldn't have known.
"Should I get up?" Having learned from yesterday's experience, I proactively tried to get out of bed first. But
Mom pulled me back, "Just a little longer..." She then rested her head against my chest,
pressing even closer.
"Our Xuanxuan is acting like a man now..." Mom
said softly, trying to hide her expression. I wondered if she was referring to my penis... It was a normal physiological response so early in the morning, and
with the warm, soft body in my arms, it was hard not to get hard. But I vaguely sensed that
what Mom was talking about involved something else, and something good.
That morning, after brushing my teeth, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, just like yesterday. Mom went into the bathroom,
washed and tidied herself up, and came out with two obvious blushes on her small, pretty face. What happened? Ah! I
suddenly remembered that I had used Mom's stockings to masturbate yesterday. Had she found out? But I washed them! Was they
not clean enough? Was it something else...?
I stared at my mother's face, my mind racing with thoughts of why she was blushing. This only made her blush more; she lowered her
head, not daring to look at me or say a word, just burying herself in the breakfast I had prepared for her.
After changing clothes and leaving the house, we began our itinerary for December 24th. Our city doesn't
get snow, so celebrating Christmas there would be a bit of a disappointment. Therefore, I had already booked tickets to a northern city so
we could spend a snowy Christmas together. Today, my mother wore a dark brown coat with a beige pencil skirt, and
underneath, dark brown opaque silk stockings (I must say, women are truly fearless of the cold when it's cold;
they'll wear skirts no matter how cold it is), paired with suede high-heeled ankle boots—it looked very nice.
After getting off the plane and walking out of the airport, it was already a snowy wonderland. My mother seemed very happy to see the snow.
To be honest, apart from the not-so-great snow at Hehuan Mountain, this was the first time I had ever seen real
snow in the north.
"Mom, don't you usually see snow when you're abroad?" I asked curiously.
"I usually live in Southeast Asian countries, so I rarely have the chance to go to cold places," Mom said with a bright smile,
hailing a taxi to head to the city center. The city was already covered in snow, and the shops along the streets were decorated with
all sorts of Christmas ornaments. Mom happily took my hand and we walked along, not at all
bothered by the fact that we were mother and son; we looked more like a couple traveling together. After checking into the hotel
and putting our luggage away, we went out to wander around the city.
While shopping, we went into a clothing store that Mom seemed quite interested in. She looked around, picking out
winter clothes, occasionally glancing at my clothes and sometimes at her own. Mom picked out a dress
and held it up in front of the mirror for a long time, but seemed hesitant because of the price, turning to ask for my opinion.
Of course, I said it looked great! The black saleswoman chimed in, saying if my girlfriend liked it, I shouldn't hesitate
to buy it. When my mom heard the saleswoman say she was my girlfriend, her expression was
a mix of shyness and happiness, unsure whether to explain or not. Her sweet smile was mesmerizing. In the end, I pulled out my credit card and bought it, seemingly
very generous, but my mom still paid the bill. But right now, seeing my mom happy was the most important thing; who cared about
that!
My mom took my hand and we went to a lingerie store across the street. Seeing all sorts of sexy
and functional lingerie, I was a little overwhelmed. My mom picked and chose, carrying a whole bunch of
lingerie to try on, before heading into the fitting room to try them on.
Since it's a slightly awkward place for a guy, I could only stand there awkwardly waiting for my mom
to finish. After a long while, I saw Mom carry a few items to the counter to pay, then quickly put them
in a paper bag so I wouldn't see what they were. When I asked her what she bought, she just gave me a mysterious look and said,
"It's a secret!"
That evening, we chose to dine at a very famous riverside restaurant, having made a reservation well in advance
to ensure we had a table on Christmas Eve.
Having spent the whole day shopping with Mom, I was starving. Every dish that came was devoured at lightning
speed. Mom watched me wolf down my food and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Look at you, like a child," she said, wiping the sauce from my mouth with a napkin.
"I'm Mom's big kid!" Mom laughed happily at my words. Then,
just then, a resident violinist from the restaurant walked to our table, smiled, and said, "This
is a piece the gentleman wants to dedicate to the lady," before beginning to play the piece I had already arranged.
My mother was clearly surprised by this arrangement, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixed on me, unsure how to
respond. As I listened to the music, I took her delicate hand in mine. She quickly reciprocated,
holding my hand tightly, and we listened together to the entire romantic piece.
When the music ended, the violinist bowed politely and left. Turning to look at my mother's beautiful face
, I saw a few glistening tears in her long, narrow eyes; she was clearly deeply moved. Taking advantage of the atmosphere, we quickly
left, paid the bill, and continued our stroll hand-in-hand along the snow-covered riverbank.
"Xuanxuan, how romantic! Mommy is so happy," my mother said softly, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky.
"As long as Mommy's happy," I replied, tilting my head and smiling.
We continued walking hand-in-hand until we reached a beautiful park covered in snow, where
couples were whispering sweet nothings and passionately kissing. I think Mom must have sensed something too, because
we both turned to look at each other at the same time. Then, without saying a word, I lowered my head and gently kissed Mom
's lips.
For a long, long time, it felt like the world consisted only of the two of us.
Back at the hotel, we quickly pretended that the kiss at the riverside park hadn't happened, and started
chatting about the fun things that happened while shopping that day, which dishes at the restaurants were delicious, and so on.
When it was time to shower, Mom went into the bathroom first, and I waited until she was finished before it was my turn.
After showering and drying myself, I jumped out of the bathroom and saw Mom, just like the previous days, already
asleep under the covers with her eyes closed. Wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts, I quickly snuggled under the covers,
and Mom, like the previous two days, reached out and put her arm around my waist. However, unlike before, Mom didn't seem to be wearing
a nightgown, only a bra… and the feel of her legs was different… Was Mom wearing stockings?
Seemingly sensing my confusion, Mom said in a voice barely above a whisper, "It's cold, wear stockings to bed
..."
Some girls do wear stockings to bed when it's cold, but what about the one wearing a bra...?
Still not fully understanding Mom's intentions, I felt the wonderful sensation of my legs rubbing against Mom's stockinged legs
, and my monstrous erection throbbed within my boxer shorts. Feeling a little embarrassed, I shifted slightly, only to have my
hard penis spring out from the opening at the front of my boxer shorts, landing squarely between Mom's legs, pressing
against her secret garden at the base of her thighs.
Even through her underwear and the thin stockings, I could feel the heat emanating from her private area
, and in an instant, my penis grew even larger, half of the swollen glans peeking out from under the foreskin, directly
contacting Mom's stockings.
For a moment, I dared not make any movement, simply maintaining the position of pressing my penis against my mother's vulva,
and squeezing my chest against her large breasts through her bra. After several minutes, I finally
dared to look down at my mother's face to see if she was asleep.
Her long, narrow eyes were tightly closed, her expression unresponsive, as if she were in a deep sleep. Driven
by lust, I continued to feel the smooth touch of my glans, and
after a long internal struggle between my angel and demon, I finally couldn't resist slowly thrusting my hips, letting my thick penis
slide very slowly between my mother's two silk-stockinged legs.
"…!" The sensation of my penis rubbing between her silk-stockinged legs was truly intoxicating. Even
my thrusting and withdrawing movements were accompanied by a slight tremor of pleasure. Just as I thrust my hips for the second time
, I noticed my mother's long eyelashes and beautiful eyelids trembling; it was obvious she was pretending to be
asleep.
Knowing my mother wasn't asleep at all, I became playful and increased the speed of my slow, thrusting movements,
pushing my penis all the way in with each stroke, my testicles pressing against my mother's stockinged thighs, before slowly
withdrawing completely. I repeatedly enjoyed the sensation of my thick penis being tightly gripped by her slender, stockinged legs.
Meanwhile, my hands gently rested on my mother's 36E breasts. Even through her bra,
I could feel their fullness in my hands. After a few gentle squeezes, not satisfied, I lifted her lace bra
and directly touched her pinkish-white breasts.
My fingers began to knead those irresistibly alluring white mounds, the sensation even in the darkness...
I could vaguely see pink finger marks left by my fingers pinching beneath her fair and delicate skin. Her
snow-white breasts shifted and changed shape with the increasing pressure of my hands, incredibly soft and easy to
squeeze. Her two small, adorable nipples had unconsciously hardened, allowing me to pinch
and play with them from time to time. My mother, too, slightly parted her moist lips, breathing heavily as I caressed her breasts, seemingly
enduring great discomfort.
The lewd sexual activity in the darkness continuously heightened my excitement, while my mother continued to feign sleep, enduring
her son's attacks from above and below. Just as the pleasure reached its peak, I tightly gripped my mother
's breasts. I pressed my hot penis against her vulva through her stockings and panties, and with a series of spurts
, thick semen sprayed from the urethra pressed against the stockings, dripping
onto the bed.
After a dizzying climax lasting several seconds, Mom finally let out a long breath and
whispered in my ear, "You're all dirty. Let Mom go wash up in the bathroom."
I threw back the covers and got out of bed, watching Mom adjust her bra, which I had lifted, back into place, covering her two
36E breasts. Then, with her legs covered in semen, she stepped off the bed, causing my semi-erect penis
to quickly rise to its fullest point. It's often said that a man's mental state is most clear after ejaculation, but
that only applies when he doesn't want to ejaculate a second time.
"What are you standing there for? Come on, Mom will help you wash up." At the bathroom door, Mom beckoned to me, and I
had no choice but to obediently follow her into the bathroom with my erect penis. Mom, with her back to me, slowly took off her soaking wet stockings
and underwear, then turned on the hot water in the shower. Only
then could I properly admire Mom's breathtakingly beautiful body.
Her 36E-24-36 figure was devilishly voluptuous yet formed a perfect S-curve. A pair of
fair, tender breasts formed beautiful teardrop shapes, large yet defying gravity, standing upright. Two
deep red nipples at the very tips of the teardrops bounced slightly like jelly with her movements.
Her pert buttocks were large yet elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Her snow-white skin, as smooth as cream, was so thin
that the tiny blood vessels beneath were almost visible, as if my rough hands would easily break it. Her long legs were perfectly proportioned
, neither too plump nor too thin, embodying the idiom "perfectly balanced." Her Venus-like, mature sexiness made
my erection throb like hot steel, painfully hard.
My mother pulled me into the shower, and we both received the hot water. Standing behind me, she
pressed her breasts against my back, letting me feel their astonishing weight and elasticity. First, she rubbed my
back with her jade-like breasts, then reached forward and gently grasped my burning penis. The touch of her delicate fingers
sent a shiver of pleasure through me.
"It's dirty here... Mom will wash Xuanxuan," Mom whispered seductively behind me
.
Mom gently pulled back the foreskin that covered half of my glans. One hand gently stroked my scrotum,
while the other slowly moved back and forth on the thick shaft that she could barely hold in one hand.
"Oh... so good..." Waves
of pleasure surged through my body, overwhelming me and making me groan.
"Do you want Mom to be a little harder?" Every word Mom spoke was like a
seductive whisper from a devil. "Yes..." I could only manage to squeeze 　　out this one word,
struggling to breathe under the hot water and the waves of pleasure . 　　"Then make Xuanxuan even more comfortable..." The delicate hand that had been gently stroking my testicles shifted 　　its focus to caressing my glans, even directly rubbing the urethral opening with its soft palm. 　　The speed of its back-and-forth stroking increased, making my whole body tremble violently with pleasure, 　　almost causing me to lose my balance. 　　"I...I'm coming!" 　　A surge of pleasure coursed through my entire body, as if every pore was opening, causing me to arch 　　my back and ejaculate stream after stream of foul-smelling male semen from my urethral opening, all of it hitting the shower 　　wall. My mother's stroking of my penis continued without pause, pulling the foreskin back to its lowest point in rhythm with my ejaculation 　　, enhancing the intense pleasure of my ejaculation. 　　The stimulation from my mother masturbating me was so intense that I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from collapsing. My muscles 　　contracted dozens of times before gradually calming down. Exhausted, I leaned against the wall, panting, as I rested under the hot water 　　. When I came to my senses, I realized that my mother had already dried herself and left the bathroom. I hurriedly dried 　　myself off, jumped into bed, and embraced her naked, sexy body from behind, falling into a deep sleep together. 　　Incest is like a whirlpool; it doesn't stop, it only spins faster and faster, drawing everyone involved 　　into it. From my sister at the beginning, to my aunt later, and now my mother, it's all the same. 　　The next day, Christmas, my mother and I still pretended nothing was wrong, enjoying 　　the foreign snow scenery in the city streets. Perhaps because of yesterday's events, Mom seemed a little distracted. I, on the other hand, kept 　　replaying the scenes of my two ejaculations from the previous night, unable to resist stealing glances at Mom's high, firm breasts, 　　her bouncy, shapely buttocks, and her slender legs encased in stockings. 　　Outside, Mom and I seemed perfectly normal, chatting happily. But when 　　we returned to the hotel that evening and entered the suite where it was just the two of us, an ambiguous atmosphere, as if someone was about to blurt out something, filled 　　the space, making everything seem frozen. 　　Following our usual routine, I let Mom shower first before I did. When I dried myself and returned to the room, Mom 　　wasn't asleep (or pretending to be asleep) as she had been the previous days. Instead, she had pulled the blanket tightly over 　　her fair neck, her long, narrow phoenix eyes fixed on me. 　　Being stared at by my mother made me a little uncomfortable, so I quickly shrank under the covers and didn't dare to make any other movements. 　　I just lay there stiffly (my penis was also stiff, haha!) staring at the ceiling.

"Xuanxuan, Mom has a question for you." After what seemed like an eternity, Mom finally spoke.
"Hmm." I turned to my side, looking at Mom's small, adorable face, and hummed in response.
"Do you like Mom's legs... or her stockings?"
This question made my heart race instantly. Perhaps it hit my predilection too directly, leaving me momentarily
speechless and stammering.
"Wh...why...why are you asking this?" I stammered so badly that even I found it funny.
"You've been peeking at Mom's legs these past few days, Mom knows." Mom said, laughing mysteriously.
"Haha...oh, really..." Looking into Mom's bright, clear eyes, I could only laugh awkwardly twice
.
"And before at your house, you used Mom's stockings...that...Mom knows too
..." Mom said softly, clearly a little embarrassed.
"Huh?" I asked incredulously, "But I washed them!"
Mom chuckled and tapped my head. "I knew it was you, you naughty child. You didn't even wash them
properly before using them like that. A boy's thing makes stockings stiff when it dries. I wasn't sure at first, but you
just blurted it out and you confessed."
"Hahaha...Is that so..." I laughed awkwardly twice.
"Why do you like Mom's stockings?" We snuggled under the covers, and Mom
looked at me with those clear eyes and asked.
"Because those are things Mom wears close to her skin...and Mom's legs are so beautiful, they look so sexy in stockings
, so..." I honestly confessed, "I think I have a stocking fetish, and it's quite severe."
"I think so too, so yesterday Mom wore stockings to bed on purpose, to test if you really like
stockings...and...today too..."
Before I could understand what "today too" meant,
Mom, who was originally wrapped tightly in the blanket, moved her body slightly and pressed against me, oh my god...oh my fuck
king god!
The first thing I felt was her pair of full and soft 36E breasts, pressed directly against my chest without any clothing covering them
, and then her beautiful legs in very fine stockings rubbed tightly against my
legs, making a soft hissing sound from the nylon. I think if there is a heaven, it must be like this...Thank you, Christmas
!
"Does Xuanxuan like Mommy?" Mommy wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her warm breasts
even tighter between us.
"Yes... I like her very much..." This was the truth. At this moment, my sister and aunt in Taiwan
were forgotten. Only the warm, soft body in my arms felt real.
"What kind of liking? The liking between mother and son?" Mommy continued, holding me even tighter
.
"It's the liking between a boy and a girl... the liking I like the most." My mind was blank, and I could only speak
the words hidden in my heart.
"Mommy likes Xuanxuan too... the liking you have for a man..." Mommy's heartbeat was so loud
I could almost hear it.
"I want Mommy..." I released my longing for Mommy without any concealment. "I want to too... but... you can't... that's incest... you can't." I saw Mommy 　　purse her beautiful lips
tightly .
"But yesterday, Xuanxuan pinched my breasts, and it felt so good, so good... so
lewd and so disgusting..."
With that, Mom adjusted our positions, tossed the blanket aside, and had me
lie facing the ceiling. She then straddled me, her enormous breasts
swaying bouncyly against her chest. "Mom thought about it for a long time. If Xuanxuan's penis doesn't go inside Mom's vagina, it shouldn't be considered incest,
right?"
"No, of course not." Sensing what might happen next, I searched for
an answer that could steer the situation in that direction.
"Then... if it's not incest, it should be okay for mother and son to enjoy each other, right?" Mom asked again.
"Of course," I replied breathlessly, my mind filled with lust.
"Then..." She didn't finish her sentence, instead using actions to illustrate her point. My mother was
wearing only a pair of semi-transparent black silk stockings, with no underwear underneath. She placed her hands on
my chest and began rubbing her vulva, visible only through the stockings, against my already swollen and engorged
penis. The tactile sensation of the stockings, the visual feast, and the incestuous stimulation combined to create a trifecta of illicit pleasure
, pumping into my entire body with each thrust from my tightly pressed and rubbed penis.
"Ahhh...so good..." I groaned, my head thrown back, letting my mother straddle me, rubbing against
the source of our mutual pleasure. Soon, I felt the crotch of her stockings soaked and hot with her juices
.
"Not enough..." My mother shook herself even more vigorously, her alluring expression a mixture of suppressed lust, which
only intensified my lust. I just wanted to roll over and rape her mercilessly.
I reached out and grabbed my mother's two bouncing breasts,
roughly kneading them with almost no skill, my hands squeezing those soft, enormous breasts that a man couldn't possibly grasp with one hand.
Craving more, my mother, dissatisfied with the barrier between us, tore open the crotch of her pantyhose,
bringing her genitals into direct, zero-distance contact with my thick penis. She slightly adjusted her position,
her wet labia clamping my burning shaft, and began rubbing it back and forth. Her small, cute labia
contrasted sharply with my enormous penis, a lopsided situation of the small bullying the large.
"Ahhh...so good!" My mother and I groaned simultaneously.
A blatant act of immorality was taking place between us, a thirty-eight-year-old mother and a nineteen-year-old son.
The zero-distance contact between our sexual organs, lacking only the final step of penile insertion,
was clearly morally tantamount to outright incest.
My mother's slippery labia minora gripped my penis, sliding and rubbing back and forth, making me feel...
The speed at which the sensations accumulated was astonishing. As the movements intensified, the urge to ejaculate repeatedly arose, and
I barely managed to suppress the urge to burst forth with sheer willpower.
The wetness and slipperiness at our point of contact gradually increased, and my mother's movements of manipulating her hips and rubbing our genitals became more and
more vigorous. Her beautiful legs in black stockings, wrapped around my waist, made a hissing sound that sounded like
aphrodisiac music to my ears. Seeing that the pleasure was about to overflow, I
moved my hands, which had been grasping and kneading my mother's breasts, to her buttocks, tightly squeezing her beautiful, shapely buttocks covered in stockings. I was conflicted, unsure whether to stop my mother
's movements or to go along with her lewd actions and let my unbridled pleasure and juices burst forth.
"Ahhh...! Xuanxuan...Mommy...Mommy's coming...!"
Mommy's climax was imminent, but because of her wetness and overly vigorous movements, she was completely immersed in the depths of pleasure and
didn't notice the change in angle. A forward movement caused my penis to bounce upwards, and a backward movement
caused the swollen glans to slide down her wet labia and into her sweet, narrow vagina.
Startled by the unexpected penetration, Mommy tried to pull away, but her movements weren't strong enough. I grabbed her buttocks and
thrust my lower body upwards, plunging half of my penis in. Although reason told me it wasn't right, the depths of Mommy
's vagina had a deadly vacuum suction, forcing my hot, hard penis further into her soft vagina
.
"Ahhh...I'm going to cum!" Even though only half of my penis was inserted, not fully penetrated,
the pleasure from that tight, wet vagina was enough to completely sever my reason. Before ejaculating,
I gripped my mother's stockinged buttocks tightly to prevent her from escaping. However, as she reached her climax,
her tension caused her to exert more force than mine. She lifted her hips, causing my throbbing penis to
sag from her vagina with a soft pop at the moment of ejaculation. Without delay, I saw my penis throb violently,
shooting out streams of thick, sticky, white fluid from my urethra. The forceful ejaculation sprayed not only
onto my abdomen but also onto my mother's stockinged thighs and even her slippery labia. As I ejaculated, I
couldn't help but cry out in my heart, "What a pity! If I had been holding my mother's waist instead of her buttocks, she wouldn't have been able to
escape, and I would have poured all my incestuous fluids into her vagina right now."
After reaching her peak, my mother wore a relieved yet regretful expression. Exhausted, she collapsed onto me,
panting heavily. After a long while, she caught her breath and pressed her wet lips to mine, beginning a deep kiss
.
"That's not enough, I have to have sex with Mom!" I shouted in my heart.
The days from Christmas to New Year's Eve became increasingly passionate... If you think that, you
're completely wrong. Perhaps stimulated by the near-ejaculation inside Mom on Christmas night,
Mom felt the precariousness of standing on the precipice of incest, the impending fall. In the following days, we returned to our
normal mother-son relationship, sleeping together after showering, wrapped tightly in blankets.
"This is terrible."
"What's terrible?"
My mother, dressed in a fluffy white outfit like a snow fairy, asked with a smile, tilting her head.
On New Year's Eve, we arrived in the largest city on the East Coast, planning
to spend a day in the world's most vibrant nightlife city before the year ended.
To be honest, I'd never been to this city before. Although I'd traveled around with my roommates during the long holiday, I'd originally planned to spend New Year's Eve 　　in this city with Mom, so I'd left it for now when
planning my trip . 　　We're currently crammed into the subway car, unable to move. Just like the Taipei Metro, public 　　transportation before New Year's Eve is always packed with people. The subway train slowly pulled into the platform, the doors opened, and another group of people 　　squeezed into the nearly bursting car. 　　Today, Mom was wearing a white silk long shirt under a wool coat, paired with a Chanel white fitted pencil skirt, 　　silver-white semi-transparent shiny stockings, white high-heeled boots, and a bow tied around her waist—a trendy element for next year. 　　Her long, smooth hair was neatly styled in a bun adorned with silver-white hair accessories; she looked like a beautiful 　　snow fairy. 　　However, as more people squeezed in, Mom struggled to stand on tiptoe and stretch out her slender hands to grab the handrail. 　　I spun around in a hugging motion and switched places with Mom, allowing her hands to rest on the closer handrail 　　. I not only acted like a gentleman but also took advantage of her—a truly double win. Mom, after holding onto 　　the handrail for a while, got tired of her arms and simply leaned her whole body gently against my chest. Since it was already incredibly crowded, having 　　something to lean on made her more stable. 　　I didn't say anything, or rather, having already taken advantage of her, I wasn't going to be tactless and say anything. I rested my chin lightly on 　　Mom's head, which was now shorter than me, and could just inhale the faint fragrance of her dark brown hair, unconsciously increasing 　　my breathing slightly. Suddenly, I remembered a movie called *Perfume*, where the protagonist, obsessed with preserving 　　the scent of beautiful women, murdered many young girls without feeling any guilt. 　　Oh no, have I become that perverted? Although I am quite perverted, my perversion 　　lies mainly in my physical relationships with family. 　　Considering my current immobile state, and recalling 　　the lewd things that happened with my sister on buses and coaches back in Taiwan, my monstrous erection involuntarily surged uncontrollably. Mom 　　felt the unexpected hardness in my crotch and looked up at me with a reproachful look, but she still leaned 　　close to me without saying a word. I turned to stare blankly out the side window, the scenery outside rapidly changing as the train moved forward. 　　Some of the passengers around me were simply dazed, some were listening to music with iPod headphones, some were overworked and 　　reviewing meeting presentation materials, and some young couples were huddled together 　　like cats in the cold wind, seeking warmth. 　　Huh? Like Mom and me? 　　Although there were many people, the air in the subway car seemed particularly sweet today.

Exiting the MRT, the plaza was already bustling with people preparing to celebrate the New Year.
My mother and I, who had never spent New Year's Eve together before, seemed to feel the festive atmosphere, our faces unconsciously
lighting up with joy. Like a couple, we held hands and squeezed to the edge of the plaza, quietly waiting
for the New Year to arrive. As the countdown drew closer, my mother and I squeezed closer and closer, finally
embracing tightly face-to-face.
"I'm so happy to be spending New Year's Eve with Mom this year."
"I'm also so happy that Xuanxuan is with me," my mother smiled brightly.
The countdown continued, and my mother and I hugged even tighter, awaiting the final countdown.
"Five, four, three, two, one, happy new
year!"
As the New Year arrived, fireworks lit up the sky, and people around us embraced and celebrated wildly. My mother and I
simply hugged each other in the crowd, quietly looking at each other.
"Mom, I love you."
"Xuanxuan, I love you too."
We whispered our love to each other amidst the dazzling fireworks of the city that never sleeps, and then shared another sweet, deep kiss.
Happy New Year.
"There are so many people outside, it's terrifying!"
"Yeah!"
It was more than two hours later when we finally squeezed back into the hotel.
Back in the room, Mom quickly took off her coat and went into the bathroom to shower. As usual for the past few days, I
obediently took off my shoes and socks and waited outside until Mom was finished. But soon I saw Mom
peek out from behind the door.
"Silly Xuanxuan, come in and shower with me, you silly boy," Mom laughed.
"Okay~"
Of course, I wouldn't refuse a beautiful woman's invitation. I quickly took off all my clothes, then, swaying
my penis, I went into the bathroom and saw Mom already naked in the shower waiting for me.
Her 36E-24-36 figure, paired with her long, beautiful legs, looked like a lotus emerging from the water under the hot water and steam.
"Mom has such a great figure!" I exclaimed. Indeed, her Venus-like beauty was captivating; I
could look at her countless times without getting tired of it.
"You chatterbox, come here." Mom pulled me under the hot water and quickly washed me thoroughly with shower gel
. Just like when I was little, I obediently let Mom wash me.
When she washed my penis, she gently and tenderly cleaned it as if she were cherishing a precious treasure. My penis
immediately became engorged and hard under the caress of Mom's slender fingers.
"Naughty penis," Mom laughed.
"You can only be naughty on Mom~" Mom playfully slapped me lightly, embarrassed. After
rinsing off, we sat down one after the other in the large bathtub that was already filled with hot water. I sat down first
, and Mom followed closely behind, sitting in my lap.
"So comfortable~" Mom said, enjoying herself as she soaked in the hot water.
"Yes, it is very comfortable." With such a beauty in my arms, I certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to play with her as I pleased. I reached my
hands under my mother's armpits and placed them on her two large, white breasts , one on each side
, which were half-floating in the hot water. I manipulated my fingers, making the snow-white flesh deform with each pinch.
"What are you doing, really..." my mother scolded softly.
"It's so much fun, of course I want to play!" I giggled, my movements of playing with her two soft, large breasts becoming
faster, causing my mother to moan softly in my arms. Especially when I played with her two gradually hardening, sensitive
nipples, her moans became even sweeter. With those beautiful breasts to play with, my penis was, of course,
rock hard, pressing against my mother's buttocks, gently rubbing against her hips in the hot water.
But such gentle rubbing was certainly not enough; my mother clearly sensed that her son's fierce desire
needed her to extinguish it. So she pulled me up and made me sit on the edge of the bathtub, while she remained in the tub. Just
as I was wondering what this was about to do, I saw Mom open her mouth and lick my erect penis that was pointing directly at her!
"Oh...oh...oh..." Mom's tongue licked my veiny, throbbing shaft, making me groan with pleasure
. Although she was already a married woman, Mom was clearly not used to this kind of oral service, and her movements were quite clumsy
.
Nevertheless, the incestuous pleasure and the wet feeling of her tongue licking my penis were enough to excite me
to the point of bursting. I also reached out and kneaded her two breasts that were half floating on the water. While enjoying the penis, my hands
naturally needed to satisfy their sense of touch as well. After licking the swollen glans and shaft for a while, Mom
opened her mouth and took my penis in all at once.
"Damn...!"
The stimulating feeling made me curse out loud. Because my penis was quite long, Mom
only swallowed about two-thirds of it before it reached her throat. While using her small mouth to tease me, Mom also kept
sucking on my large penis with all her might, causing her cheeks to hollow out. Adding to this, Mom
's tongue was constantly stirring my glans, quickly bringing me to the brink of ejaculation.
Feeling my penis suddenly swell in her mouth, Mom quickly spat out my shaft and tightly pinched
the base to prevent me from ejaculating immediately. The interruption of my ejaculation made me feel very uncomfortable. Noticing my dissatisfied look,
Mom returned a seductive gaze, then cupped her two large, snow-white breasts, sandwiching my erect
penis between them. Was this the legendary breast play?!
My throbbing shaft clearly felt the smooth, white skin of her breasts rubbing against it. Mom
carefully cared for my manhood, occasionally extending her tongue to skillfully lick the glans.
"Is Xuanxuan comfortable?"
"So...so comfortable...!"
"If it's comfortable, then shoot it all into Mommy!"
Provoked by his mother's seductive words, his penis, already on the verge of climaxing under her oral sex onslaught,
finally couldn't hold back any longer and thrust forward, forcefully plunging into his mother's mouth, fiercely ejaculating the long-held white fluid into her mouth
. Perhaps it was the amount that was too large, or perhaps my penis was really too thick; one thrust, two thrusts...
The ejaculation was already too much for Mom's little mouth to handle. After quickly spitting out my penis, I fired four or five more
shots at Mom's face, staining her entire pretty face with the foul-smelling semen. The amount was so large that it not only
leaked from the corners of her mouth but also dripped into the water, filling the entire bathroom with a lewd smell.
Having vented my lust through Mom's oral and breast stimulation, I sat panting on the edge of the bathroom tub
. Looking down at Mom's beautiful face, now covered in my semen, only the word "lewd" could describe it.
"Xuanxuan, is it comfortable?" Mom asked, opening her eyes.
"So comfortable..." I sighed in reply.
Then, with a lewd expression, Mom used her hand to scrape the semen off her face, swallowing it along with the
semen that had been in her mouth, making my heart flutter again. Next, Mom carefully
cleaned my semi-erect penis with her tongue and mouth, thoroughly scooping up all the remaining semen and saliva and
swallowing it as if it were a delicious treat. My semi-erect penis almost instantly regained
its erection.
After cleaning my penis with her tongue, Mom dried me off with a towel and sent me out of the bathroom, telling me to go to bed
and wait. I had no choice but to lie on the bed with my hard penis, wondering what other tricks Mom had up her sleeve.
About ten minutes later, Mom opened the bathroom door and came out shyly, asking, "Was
it pretty?"
Pretty...it was absolutely breathtaking!
Mom was wearing a black lace bra, panties, and black sheer stockings. What's particularly striking is that this lewd
bra only covers the lower edge of my breasts, letting my deep red nipples directly greet me; while the lace panties and black
transparent stockings both have openings at the crotch large enough for my little brother to thrust in hard, creating
a lewd scene where I can suckle and have sex to my heart's content without even taking them off.
Seeing my struggling to breathe with my erect penis, Mom didn't need to know my answer. Mom
moved onto the bed, and I quickly hugged her, letting her ride me and kissing her deeply. Our tongues
intertwined and teased each other, sucking on each other's saliva. My hands were busy grasping her two firm,
large breasts, teasing the deep red nipples peeking out from the bra that supported the lower edge.
"Today, Mom will make Xuanxuan feel good..."
Mom whispered seductively in my ear. As if by magic, I automatically lay back.
Mom leaned back a little, and quickly used her beautiful, stockinged feet to clamp my throbbing, hard penis,
rubbing it up and down skillfully and gently.
"Oh...oh...oh...it feels so good...!" I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. So, after oral sex and breast sex
, is foot sex coming next? It really feels so good!
The black sheer stockings Mom was wearing were made of a very fine material, unlike cheap stockings that
would hurt my glans. On the contrary, they had a very soft and smooth feel, and the friction against my penis was very comfortable and pleasurable.
Sometimes Mom would use the soles of her stockinged feet to rub my hot penis up and down, sometimes she would rub the urethral opening and
glans with the soles of her feet, and sometimes she would lightly step on the shaft and testicles...it felt like an electric current was violently
stimulating my penis from those beautiful, stockinged feet. Every foot sex move made me so comfortable that I lost all sense of where I was.
"Mom, don't... you'll... you'll ejaculate..." Feeling like I was about to lose control, I
tilted my head back and swallowed hard.
"If Xuanxuan feels good, then ejaculate. Mom will help you make it bigger again..."
"Oh...!"
Mom said, while speeding up the rubbing of my penis with her feet. With Mom's assurance, I
reached out and grabbed those beautiful silk-stockinged feet, letting them clamp my penis as tightly as possible. I thrust
a few more times, enjoying the pleasure of breaking through the throes of ejaculation. My glans, rubbed until it was bright red, gushed out a large amount of
thick, white semen like a fountain, throbbing and then dripping onto those beautiful black silk-stockinged feet.
Enjoying the afterglow of ejaculation, I lay on the bed, panting, without saying a word. My penis, which had been hard and purplish
, softened slightly. Seeing this, Mom climbed over and quickly put the semi-erect penis into her mouth,
carefully cleaning her own son's large penis with her tongue just like she had done in the bathroom, licking up the ejaculated semen
as if it were delicious. Under Mom's attentive and lewd service, my penis quickly
regained its original hardness, so quickly that I could hardly believe it myself.
After licking my penis fully hard, Mom straddled me, slightly spreading
her labia minora under her open-crotch panties and stockings with her hands, and using her wet labia to tease my penis, just like we had done in bed a few days ago.
I immediately realized that last time we had only inserted half of my penis into Mom's body in this situation,
and almost ejaculated inside her, she wanted to make up for that regret today, letting us complete
our incestuous sexual intercourse in this position. "Is Xuanxuan ready?" Mom 　　asked me in a seductive voice
as she rubbed my penis back and forth with her hot labia . 　　"Okay, I want to do it, I want to do Mom!" After suppressing my desire for so long, I almost 　　shouted it out. Mom changed to a squatting position, making sure my hot glans was pressed against her wet and hot flower opening 　　, and then slowly sat down, letting my thick, fierce penis, starting from the mushroom head, force open Mom's extremely tight 　　vagina. 　　"Eee-ooh-ooh-ooh...!" 　　Incest! Mom and I have finally committed incest completely! 　　Almost simultaneously, Mom and I felt the tightness brought by each other's genitals, stimulating us to moan 　　. Mom's tight honey hole, hot and slippery, was full of countless tiny folds, 　　constantly rubbing against my thick, long shaft as Mom sat down and let my penis penetrate, giving me an intense tactile pleasure. 　　The incestuous pleasure of being completely inside Mom was too intense; if I hadn't already ejaculated twice, I probably 　　would have climaxed the moment I entered Mom's vagina. 　　"Too thick...too long..." My mother, who hadn't had sex in ages, had only had 　　half of my massive penis inserted into her last time due to an accident, but it wasn't until today that I fully and completely penetrated her, allowing her to experience the thrill of my thick, powerful penis.

The sensation was intense. Mom was clearly unaccustomed to my impressively large penis; her whole body trembled as she remained seated at the lowest point,
unable to pull back up for a long time.
After what seemed like an eternity of catching her breath, she finally managed to pull her pantyhose-clad buttocks back up, her knees trembling,
and began to stroke my erect penis with increasing speed. As
I began to enjoy the pleasure of Mom's movements, I reached out and grabbed her two swaying, white breasts, roughly pinching
and kneading them, causing them to deform with my touch.
"So good… God… how can it be so good…!" Mom's hands rested on my chest
, her head tilted back, as she moaned softly, her lewd words perfectly matching my own thoughts. Before having sex
with Mom, I would never have known that intercourse could be so incredibly pleasurable.
That tight, moist, secret flower path pressed against my penis from all sides with superhuman force, as if
trying to push me out with all its might, yet also tightly sucking me in from the deepest part of its core. The thrusting up and down inside her vagina
, pulling at countless tiny folds and scraping the grooves of my glans, brought indescribable, deadly
pleasure.
But perhaps the pleasure was too intense, or perhaps my delicate mother had run out of strength; the up-and-down movements
continued, but the speed gradually decreased, leaving me on the verge of ecstasy, wanting to reach the other side but lacking the final push.
"Mom, are you tired? Then it's my turn to serve you!"
With that, I grabbed my mother's 36E breasts and pushed her forward, forcefully pinning her
down beneath me. Maintaining our genitals connected, we flipped over and switched positions. Without waiting for my mother's urging, I immediately
began to thrust my powerful member forward with a forceful yet slow pace.
"Mommy, this feels so good... Oh... It feels so good..." Enjoying the unparalleled pleasure brought to me by my mother's narrow, hot flower path
, I couldn't help but shout out in joy. My mother, blushing, turned her head to the side, shyly pursing
her lips and remaining silent. To pursue even more intense pleasure, I gradually increased the speed of my hip thrusts,
making each piston-like movement penetrate all the way to the core, causing my mother's lustful
breasts, which only covered the lower third, to sway back and forth with my penetration, the beautiful waves of her breasts almost dazzling to the eye.
"Ahhh...! Oh my god...!"
My mother couldn't help but open her mouth and cry out loudly from my powerful thrusts. While I was thrusting into my mother, I
lowered my head and sealed her mouth, exchanging saliva with her tongue as I thrust, an extremely lewd scene.
Feeling the increasing pressure within my mother's flower path, her body tensing more and more, I straightened my upper body and grabbed her
silk-stockinged legs, her toes pointing straight to the ceiling in pleasure. I sucked hard on her toes encased in the stockings
and accelerated my thrusting, my penis rapidly pounding back and forth in her painfully tight passage.
"Mom...no...no...it's too much...ahhhhh!"
As my mother reached her climax, a stream of hot fluid poured from the deepest part of her flower onto my glans .
Her flower path clenched tightly, causing me to ejaculate repeatedly into the depths of her secret garden under the double pleasure
. I held my mother's stockinged toes tightly in my mouth, ejaculating without
slowing down my thrusting, enjoying the incredibly sexy and wanton body beneath me to the fullest extent.
Even after ejaculation was completely over, my thrusting speed
didn't slow down at all, my penis not even softened before I started the next round of rape.
My mother, just reaching her climax, had no chance to descend from her peak as I continued to push her forward with a series of powerful thrusts
. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn't speak, only her body tense as I continued this incestuous lewd play.
I quickly flipped my mother over, so she was in a
doggy-style position with her upper body on the bed, her stockinged buttocks still connected to mine. Then I grabbed her stockinged buttocks and continued my frenzied thrusting.
My mother was so overwhelmed that she couldn't react, only stuck at the peak of continuous orgasms, crying uncontrollably from pleasure
.
Each thrust went as deep as possible, as if I wanted to penetrate her completely,
forcing out streams of foamy, mixed fluids from the intense friction, which flowed down her black stockinged
thighs. My mother's two enormous breasts swayed wildly back and forth, the chaotic undulations mirroring our confused
and excited mental states.
The concept of tenderness and compassion had vanished from my mind. Only
the frenzied thought of "fuck this bitch to death" remained.
"Mommy's going to die... ahhh... fuck Mommy to death... fuck Mommy until she's pregnant!" My usually reserved mother
was now driven to madness by the relentless waves of orgasm, babbling incoherently, even uttering the
utterly lewd thought of me getting her pregnant.
This sentence ignited the sadistic thought of impregnating my mother in my mind, making me so excited that I reached out and
grabbed my mother's beautiful 36E breasts. While roughly pinching her breasts, I thrust my penis forward with all my might
, piercing her cervix and her tight vaginal canal. My semen, wide open,
shot out incestuous venom into the secret garden where a child was being conceived, causing my mother's belly to grow larger day by day. My mother screamed wildly
, her cries incredibly high-pitched, until both of them collapsed onto the bed, unconscious from the overwhelming lewd pleasure
.
"Hurry up, you rascal!"
In the men's restroom at the airport, a man and a woman, their genitals joined, swayed back and forth, the restroom filled with a lewd
and immoral odor.
"Still in a hurry? Mom's so horny!" the young man teased, his voice mocking the woman who was actively using her buttocks, encased in grey sheer stockings,
to stroke him.
"And you say that? These stockings are expensive, and you've ruined them! You have to pay me back!"
The young woman, dressed in an elegant suit except for her skirt which was pulled up to her waist and her stockings torn,
spoke seductively, her lips pressed tightly together.
"Anyway, Mom prepared many for me...hehe...I'll pay with my body!" As
he spoke lewdly, the boy reached under the woman's suit and bra and pulled out her large, voluptuous 36E breasts.
While tightly pinching and kneading her breasts, he skillfully flicked the pair of deep red clitoris with his fingers, clearly
quite adept at playing with his mother's body.
"Mommy's breasts are so big... I could squeeze them forever and never get tired of them!"
"You're practically squeezing milk out of them... and you still say that..." The shapely young woman turned and gave the boy a seductive look, arousing him to the point of losing control of his excitement. He growled and 　　ejaculated a large amount of hot, sticky semen
into the woman's tight vagina , so much so that it overflowed from their joined opening, flowing down her thighs 　　and soaking her grey, sheer stockings. But after only a few seconds of rest, the boy looked down at the woman and asked, "Mommy, 　　do you want more?" 　　"You still ask? Of course... ohhhhh!" 　　"Don't rush, don't rush, there's still plenty of time to play before our child is born... hehe 　　..." 　　[The End 　　]

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