My mother is my woman

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The first time I witnessed my mother being intimate with someone was during my senior year of high school. I remember that afternoon we had political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was preoccupied with finishing my game the night before, so after lunch I sneaked home and went to my room for some intense gaming. After a short while, I suddenly heard the door open. Startled, I quickly shut down the computer, lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, making up excuses like, "I have a headache, I need to come home and rest." Then I heard a man and a woman talking outside. The woman was clearly my mother, but the man wasn't my father's voice. Curious, I quietly went to the window and peeked into the living room through a corner of the curtain. The man was Liu Bo, the son of my father's old neighbor, now probably in his thirties. My dad said we hadn't been in touch for a long time. A few years ago, after we moved to this neighborhood, we were surprised to find that Liu Bo's dad also lived in the same complex. Naturally, our families started seeing each other more often. Liu Bo frequently visited our house and had a good relationship with both my parents, calling them "Brother Wang" and "Sister Xu" very affectionately. But I didn't really like him; I thought he was slick and greasy, like a gigolo. Liu Bo sat down on the sofa, and my mom poured him tea. Liu Bo took the tea and placed it on the coffee table, then reached out to hug my mom. My mom pushed him away and called out to my room a few times, "Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?" My mom smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. After hugging for a while, I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand slip between my mom's legs, groping around. My mom's breathing became rapid, and she said, "Let's go inside!" The two of them went into my parents' bedroom, hugging each other. I never dreamed I'd see this, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, only to find my mother's bedroom door ajar, wide open. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be easily spotted but could still see what was happening inside. My mother had taken off her shoes and was lying diagonally on the bed, her top also removed. Liu Bo was reaching behind her to unhook her bra, and soon it was off, revealing a pair of beautiful, full, snow-white, and translucent breasts that practically sprang out. I swear these were the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen, more beautiful than those in nude photos on the computer. The cherry-sized nipples weren't the black I'd imagined; instead, they were an alluring pale pink. My penis instantly became hard! Liu Bo's hand rested on my mother's breast, and her eyes, watery and gazing at him, met his lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and they kissed. After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her to a slightly different position, so I could see her naked body completely. I really didn't expect my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained, her skin as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, her figure no less than those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer, with a slender waist and long, snow-white legs. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm. Liu Bo had already taken off his own clothes, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at my mother, then he leaned down and pressed himself against her, shifting his hips from side to side, and then thrust forward suddenly! My mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew that Liu Bo's penis had penetrated her body. Liu Bo held my mother and thrust in and out. My legs went weak, and I knelt down against the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited, my glans throbbing so hard in my pants that it almost burst through my underwear. After Liu Bo had been doing this to my mother for over ten minutes, he changed positions. He knelt directly in front of her, legs spread wide, hoisting her snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders. He then bent down and thrust his penis into her vagina, pumping hard again and again. It's said this position makes a woman feel more thoroughly fucked, and sure enough, my mother's moans were much louder than before. From my angle, I could clearly see my mother's alluring white buttocks pressed into an extremely beautiful and lewd shape. Liu Bo's thick, hard penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's tender red labia, thrusting in and out of her vagina repeatedly, producing a rhythmic sound of flesh colliding. My mother's white legs, hanging high on his shoulders, swayed with Liu Bo's thrusts, her two delicate, snow-white feet trembling indescribably alluring. I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumbled mess. One hand involuntarily reached into my underwear, and after only a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move. Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by that strange man, her breasts and buttocks swaying, hearing her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating. I don't know how much time passed, but Liu Bo let out a deep, muffled groan, his penis deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, clearly ejaculating inside her. At the same time, I also ejaculated a second time. I checked the clock; Liu Bo had been fucking my mother for over forty minutes. Afterwards, Liu Bo lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely, one arm still around my mother's fair, tender body, his face showing satisfaction and pride. My mother buried her face in his chest. They talked softly, occasionally laughing out loud. They lingered like that for another ten minutes or so before Liu Bo started to get dressed. I quickly and quietly returned to the room, peeking out through the curtains. A moment later, Liu Bo was dressed and came out of the room; my mother, wearing only her underwear, saw him off. As they approached the door, Liu Bo turned back, put his arm around his mother, and chuckled as he suddenly pulled her underwear down halfway, lightly slapping her soft, white buttocks twice. His mother glared at him, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly as well. After Liu Bo left, his mother smoothed her hair, went into the bedroom, then came out with a sheet and went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip out. My crotch felt uncomfortably wet, so I went into the public restroom to wipe myself and found that the front of my underwear was soaked. I sat on a stone bench in the community garden to rest, my mind still a jumble of thoughts, tinged with lingering excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My mother and father worked at the same factory; my mother was a doctor in the factory clinic, and my father had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago. My mother was eight years younger than my father; she married him before she was twenty, gave birth to me the following year, and was still not forty. I've heard them say that my maternal grandparents were from out of town and didn't have many relatives or friends locally, only a distant connection with my father's family. My grandfather died early, leaving my grandmother and mother to rely on each other, and life was quite difficult. My grandfather felt that his family was their only remaining relatives and that he had a responsibility to take care of them, so he treated them very well. My grandfather and father helped my mother with her schooling and factory work. My father even helped them with physical labor like a son. My grandmother had long regarded my father as her son-in-law. Later, when my grandmother became seriously ill, she couldn't bear to leave my mother alone, so my mother graduated from nursing school and married my father shortly after starting work, even changing her age by a year to make the marriage possible. My grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me. My father was indeed very good to my mother, often taking the initiative to do the housework so that she wouldn't be tired. A few years ago, when the factory wasn't doing well, my father wanted to improve the family's financial situation, so he contracted an engineering department to run his own business. Over the years, he earned some money, and the family's financial situation improved considerably. However, due to the hard work, Dad has aged somewhat. Mom, while not a stunning beauty, is definitely a pretty woman. The key is that she doesn't look her age at all. In my memory, from when I was in elementary school until now, Mom's appearance hasn't changed much, except for a few barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes. Of course, this has a lot to do with Mom's love of skincare; Dad is also very generous in buying her skincare and beauty products, especially in recent years as our family's finances have improved. However, this has also made the age difference between Dad and Mom appear even greater. Sometimes when our family goes out, acquaintances will jokingly say, "Old Wang, out shopping with your daughter and son?" Dad doesn't get angry; instead, he'll laugh heartily, give Mom a proud hug, and say, "Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, how handsome my son is!" Mom will give Dad a playful glare, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at the acquaintance. I don't know how Mom truly feels about Dad, but as far back as I can remember, my parents have always been very loving. Mom is very gentle with Dad and very loving towards me. She was very good at dealing with people, always maintaining a dignified and elegant image, and was the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what happened today. I wandered around outside until school was over before going home. My mother seemed to be cooking as usual. My father didn't come home until dark, looking exhausted. My father's contract was about to expire, and the factory had made it clear that they would take back all the contracted departments and not renew them, so my father wanted to make the most of his remaining time and worked even harder, often leaving early and returning late. The family ate together, my father and mother were loving and kind, and my mother showed no signs of anything unusual. It made me wonder if what I saw today was a dream. I sighed inwardly that women are all born actors. A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very well with my father. My mother also watched them chatting with a smile. I felt sorry for my father. Until I graduated from high school, I used the same method to bump into...I saw my mother and Liu Bo five times. Except for one time when they locked the door, I witnessed the whole thing the other times. I don't know how many times my mother and he cheated on each other, but it was definitely more than I discovered. Several nights I eavesdropped on my parents making love outside the door. From the moment they started making noise until they stopped, it only lasted about ten minutes. And most of the time they just talked, and then I could hear my father snoring. I understand a little why my mother cheated on me. I hate Liu Bo, but deep down I also long to see him having sex with my mother again. Ever since I started thinking about women, I've often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother would have had the same experience), but I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn't dare to think about it anymore. When I have erotic dreams, I always dream of a mature and beautiful woman, but her face is blurry. Ever since witnessing my mother's affair with Liu Bo, the woman in my erotic dreams was unmistakably my mother, naked. One moment Liu Bo was fucking her snow-white, alluring body, the next it was me. I started masturbating frequently, each time my mind filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being violated by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the image of my mother's trembling, delicate white feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulders—that image lingered in my mind. My grades were only average to begin with, and with these constant wild thoughts, they plummeted. Fortunately, I did well on the college entrance exam, barely making the cut. Whether I could even get into university was uncertain, but luckily, the factory had ten spots each year for a sponsored program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, after which graduates would be directly assigned to work in the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children, who were even worse off than me, I unsurprisingly secured one of those spots. My father had hoped I would get into a good university and make him proud, so this result discouraged him for several days. My mother tried to comfort him, saying that many university graduates couldn't find jobs these days, and that a training program was more stable. She pointed out that other families' children wanted to participate in such programs but didn't even meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well in recent years, so getting a job there was good enough. Five years ago, the factory appointed a new factory director who was domineering, autocratic, and rude. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky. Shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of our factory area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became easier, and he was quite capable. The factory turned a profit the following year, and things continued to improve. This is also why the factory wanted to take back the contracted departments. My father had a love-hate relationship with this new factory director. Soon I went to university, and we training students were all assigned to a branch campus of the Construction Engineering College, not far from my home. I had no ambition and felt this outcome was already incredibly good. Since I already had a job lined up, I didn't care much about studying. I was having a blast. After I started university, my parents considered me practically an adult and stopped interfering much. The family hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance had increased several times over. I even tried my hand at stock trading with some classmates and, luckily, made a considerable amount. After starting university, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful glint in my mother's eyes. But my father remained completely unaware. I might be a born bad egg. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first woman I saw was in her thirties and fairly attractive. But once we were intimate, I realized that while her face looked alright, once her clothes were off, she was a disaster—her figure was deformed and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I gave my virginity to such a low-class woman. Later, I started targeting young and pretty women. After a few tries, I discovered I had a strong sex drive. Combining this with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at playing with women. Almost every woman I played with was brought to a state of intense arousal and multiple orgasms. Several women said they wished all their clients were like me. One day, I met a woman in her twenties named Xiao Rong. She was quite pretty, and her features resembled my mother's from the side. She had very fair skin and, remarkably, beautiful, delicate feet. I was extremely satisfied at the time. I had a great time that time, and she enjoyed it too. Afterwards, I learned she worked as a saleswoman in a supermarket. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and she had a five-year-old child. They were struggling financially, so she occasionally worked as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some pocket money. I felt she was innocent and had no qualms about playing with her, so Xiao Rong became my regular sexual partner. I would meet her almost every week to have sex with her. Xiao Rong and I tried various positions during sex, and she even gave me oral sex, which felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet, casually kissing her delicate, white insteps, though I hesitated, afraid she'd think I was a pervert. Seeing her natural expression, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her feet; they were clean and odorless. Later, I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. After sucking for a while, I used her two tender feet to rub my swollen penis up and down. At this point, Xiao Rong smiled and said, "Do you like footjobs? Lie down, I'll do it for you." I lay there comfortably, watching Xiao Rong use her snow-white, delicate feet to sometimes rub my penis, sometimes rhythmically pressing on the swollen glans, experiencing a unique and intense stimulation. After about twenty minutes of footjobs, I ejaculated, spraying my semen all over her tender white feet. Afterwards, Xiaorong told me that there are many men with foot fetishes these days, and out of ten clients she's met, two or three enjoy foot fetishes with her. Some men even just play with her feet and are satisfied without having sex with her. The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work. I was in my room surfing the internet, and looking out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing a pair of white high-heeled slippers. Her feet were tender, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiaorong's. I suddenly remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling on the shoulders of some strange man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images of my mother being raped by Liu Bo and me playing foot fetishes with Xiaorong flashed through my mind. At that moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain myself. Afterwards, I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. If my father hadn't come in in time, I don't know what would have happened. I was a little scared, so I reduced the number of times I went home and stayed in the student dormitory most of the time. My mother asked me why I didn't come home often, and I said I wanted to study hard at school. Near the end of my first semester of university, a terrible thing happened at home. It was a weekend, and when I got home, I saw Liu Bo sneaking out of my building's hallway, looking around furtively. I could vaguely make out that he had a bruised and swollen face. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father's angry shouts and my mother's crying coming from my parents' bedroom. In my memory, my father had never said a harsh word to my mother. Thinking of Liu Bo's appearance just now, my heart skipped a beat: Dad found out! I went over and looked inside. My mother was slumped on the floor, covering her face and crying, while my father was waving his fists and roaring angrily. I called out to them. My mother looked up at me, then lowered her head and covered her face, crying again. My father stopped shouting, came out and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing, stomped his foot, and went out, slamming the door shut. Looking at my weeping mother, I didn't know what to say. After a while, I helped her sit up on the bed and went out to pour her a glass of water. She took a sip and then refused to drink anymore, holding my hand and keeping her head down without saying a word. I could only sit there with her. It wasn't until almost dark that the factory security guards, leading two policemen, knocked on our door. The two policemen looked at each other when they saw my mother's condition, and finally said that three hours earlier there had been a traffic accident; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died instantly. They had preliminarily confirmed from the deceased's ID card and work permit that it was my father, and asked the family to confirm it one last time. My mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. The police and security guards quickly pinched my mother's philtrum to wake her up. My mother and I stumbled to the hospital morgue, and the deceased was indeed my father. His chest and abdomen were mangled beyond recognition. My mother let out a heart-wrenching cry. At my father's funeral, my mother fainted several times from crying. I was conflicted. On one hand, I felt my father's death was tragic, all my mother's fault, and I subconsciously hated her. On the other hand, seeing my mother crying so bitterly, I knew she must be filled with extreme remorse, and I felt sorry for her. I remembered how good my father had been to me, and he cried incessantly too. For a whole week, my mother was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting silently. She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some milk or other liquids. Seeing my mother so distressed, my heart slowly softened. I really wanted to beat Liu Bo up, but I was afraid of revealing everything and making my mother and me ashamed, so I held back. My mother didn't go back to work until two weeks later, but the house remained filled with an atmosphere of sorrow.I racked my brains, strategically comforting my mother, pretending not to know why she and my father had argued that day. I deliberately asked her if it was because of my father's project. My mother hesitated for a moment, then nodded awkwardly. A little over a month later, I was on winter break. I stayed home with my mother, not going anywhere. One day, I saw my mother coming home from get off work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her, urgently saying something to her, but my mother ignored him, walking away with a cold face. Liu Bo chased after her, anxiously trying to pull her away, but my mother suddenly turned around, forcefully shaking off his hand and glaring at him fiercely. Liu Bo retreated step by step, finally walking away dejectedly. I felt a surge of pleasure watching this. It wasn't until more than two months after my father's death, and just a week before my break was over, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. In those two months, my mother had lost weight, but she looked even more pitiful, delicate and fragile, making me feel a pang of tenderness. One evening, my mother went to take a shower. With nothing to do, I turned on the computer and browsed aimlessly. I accidentally opened a video file—a Japanese AV I'd downloaded before, depicting incest between a mother and son. Watching the young, beautiful, fair-skinned mother being brutally violated by her own son, I suddenly realized I hadn't been with a woman for over two months. I felt incredibly pent-up, and my penis involuntarily hardened. Just then, my mother came out of the shower and asked where I'd put the remote. I looked up and saw her standing there, her half-dry hair casually tied back, wearing a low-cut pink nightgown. Her breasts were as smooth as jade, the upper edges of her white nipples faintly visible. She was still wearing her favorite white high-heeled sandals, her bare, delicate feet as white and beautiful as jade. My penis swelled even more. Suppressing my urge, I went out and found the remote for my mother. She sat down and started changing the TV. I sat down next to her, glancing at my mother. Perhaps because she had just applied night cream, her face looked exceptionally fair and delicate, with a small chin, a long, snow-white neck, and plump, sexy lips. Suddenly, I couldn't resist. I grabbed my mother and tried to kiss her on the lips. My mother jumped in fright, dodging my kiss and screaming, "Xiao Jin, what are you doing!" My lustful thoughts were running wild. I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips… I want to sleep with you…" As I continued to hug her, my mother suddenly became incredibly strong. She pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought, if you had used this much strength against Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. I yelled at my mother, "Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?" My mother froze instantly, as if under a spell, staring at me intently. "You...you know..." "Yes, I knew all along! I saw everything he did to you!" My mother slumped softly to the floor. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on aphrodisiacs. Seeing that she wasn't resisting, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put her on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily. I unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high. Her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, but flat and sexy. I spread her two white, smooth thighs, and the tender, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of complete explosion! I quickly pulled down my pants and straddled my mother's snow-white, alluring body. My mother just stared at me blankly, as if she didn't know what I was about to do. It wasn't until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina that she reacted, trying to push me away, but it was too late. My engorged penis had already thrust hard into her tender vagina. My mother seemed to resign herself to her fate, closing her eyes. I continued to fuck her, my whole body trembling with excitement. I tried to kiss her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let my tongue in. I turned to kiss her cheeks and lick her fair, delicate neck. My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely about her being raped. Driven by overwhelming urges, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her. After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was terrified; I had just raped my own mother! I guiltily and secretly observed my mother. Contrary to my expectations, my mother didn't beat or yell at me. Instead, her eyes were glazed, tears streaming down her face, as she murmured, "Xiao Jin, I didn't. I didn't mean to kill your father..." Looking at my mother's tear-streaked face, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked, snow-white body and softly said, "Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident." "No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameless woman... she's been having affairs with other men, even her own son..." My mother seemed confused. Just now, I had clearly raped her, yet she was embracing me. I felt even more sorry for her. I pressed my face against hers and said, "Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know, Dad neglected you. You have normal needs too... If Dad hadn't had this accident, he would have understood and forgiven you..." My mother looked at me like a drowning person grasping at a straw, her eyes fixed on me: "Xiao Jin, really?" I nodded. Suddenly, Mom cried and hugged me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined. Soon, I felt aroused again. When I penetrated her again, she no longer resisted. After a few minutes of this, Mom gradually responded, instinctively moving her body gently in response. This time, I enjoyed it immensely; Mom began to moan, and her vagina started to flow. I fucked Mom for about forty minutes, ejaculating inside her again. I held Mom and we slept for a while. Suddenly, she broke free, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from the drawer, and swallowed it. When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. Mom moved my hand away, but I insisted on holding her again. This repeated several times. After a while, Mom sighed and gently hugged me back. We fell asleep like that. The next day, I woke up after ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; Mom had already gone to work. Thinking about the lovemaking with Mom yesterday, I felt extremely satisfied, my whole body relaxed, as if I had inexhaustible energy. I knew in my heart that Mom's behavior last night was just a desperate reaction to the sudden blow, not a sign that she had truly submitted to me. But at least she didn't resist in the end, which was already half the battle won. I am now her only family, her pillar of support. As long as I put in some gentle, persistent effort to win her over psychologically, and use my powerful sexual prowess to completely subdue her in bed, given enough time, Mom will naturally and willingly become my woman. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh smugly. For the first time ever, I started doing housework. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon when I started preparing dinner. But by seven o'clock, Mom still hadn't returned, even after reheating the food twice. I called her, only to find that she had left her phone at home. I panicked a little and rushed to the factory. I found Mom sitting alone in the empty office, lost in thought. When she saw me enter, she glanced at me and then lowered her head without saying a word. I tried to pull her up, but she pulled away. I panicked and tried again. This time, Mom couldn't break free and had to stand up with me. On the way home, Mom didn't say a word to me. When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom glanced at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, Mom remaining silent, and I, unsure what to say, also kept quiet. After finishing my meal in silence, I walked behind Mom, boldly hugged her, and then, even bolder, slipped my hand inside her clothes, grasping and kneading her large breasts. Mom lowered her head and let me play for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower." I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. Mom went into the bathroom. I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV, waiting for Mom to come out. Half an hour later, Mom emerged from the bathroom, looking as beautiful and charming as she had after her shower the day before. Seeing the clean table, she seemed somewhat surprised and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away, whispering, "You should go take a shower too!" and went into the bedroom. As if receiving a divine command, I rushed into the bathroom and, in no time, finished in ten minutes. I walked into the bedroom wearing only my underwear. My mother was lying on her side on the bed. She immediately noticed my bulging underwear, blushed slightly, and slowly sat up. She took off her pajamas, then her bra and panties, lying naked on the bed. She glanced at me, then lowered her head again. Unlike yesterday, I didn't mount her and have sex with her. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissing her face and lips, then gently licking her neck, followed by kisses and licks down her tender white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised, looking up at me licking her body. After a while, she closed her eyes, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her delicate vulva, my tongue licking her red, tender labia. My mother shuddered, her two snow-white thighs clamping tightly together, my face pressed against them. I licked incessantly until her tender vulva began to flow with moisture. My mother began to moan. I continued to lick and kiss her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss them. Mom opened her eyes and struggled slightly. I held her tender feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and took each of her jade-like toes into my mouth, sucking on them like delicious candies. Mom's tender feet...An indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking her toes, I held her entire tender foot and shoved it deep into my mouth to suck. I sucked her left foot, then her right… Mom watched me shamelessly licking her feet, her eyes misting over, a blush rising on her snow-white cheeks. Her fair body writhed. I put down Mom's tender feet, straddled her, my thick, hard penis pressing against her vaginal opening, deliberately saying in a crude tone, "Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!" Mom let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing. I thrust my hips, my hard penis plunging in completely! I squeezed and played with Mom's large, snow-white breasts while fucking her like a storm, and in less than two minutes, Mom had her first orgasm. During her orgasm, her vagina clenched in waves, and I was caught off guard, almost ejaculating. I knew I had encountered the legendary "treasure trove," and I was incredibly excited. With the arrival of her first orgasm, Mom gradually relaxed, her reactions becoming more and more natural. As I thrust downwards, she arched her hips upwards in response, and I could clearly feel my glans repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under intense stimulation, my mother soon experienced a second orgasm. She let out a scream, her hands tightly gripping my neck, her body trembling violently. Her vagina felt like a small hand tightly holding my penis. Fortunately, having learned from the first time, I was prepared and changed from frantic thrusting to slow, deep thrusts, thus preventing me from ejaculating. I intentionally held back, fucking my mother for an hour before finally ejaculating with unbridled pleasure. My mother had experienced four orgasms in total. After rolling off my mother's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few satisfying puffs. Now I truly understood what "post-coital cigarettes are like heaven" meant. My mother's body was now soft and supple from my fucking, nestled in my arms. Looking down from my mother's fair shoulders, I saw her plump and alluring buttocks, and couldn't resist reaching out and slapping them twice. Mom looked up at me shyly, squirming slightly in my arms. I gently slapped her soft, white bottom again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty." Mom obediently got up, naked, to get me the drink. She then grabbed a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me. Seeing her actions, I suddenly felt aroused and said to her, "Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see." Mom turned around shyly, spreading her legs coyly. I saw her tender, alluring vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. I suddenly realized: twenty years ago, I emerged from this very alluring opening; twenty years later, what came out was my own semen! I became excited again. "Mom, no need to wipe anymore, I haven't had enough of you yet!" Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pressed her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, newly erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender, white body... The second time I penetrated my mother, using the semen I had ejaculated last time as lubricant, the sensation was incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more overwhelmed, orgasming three times in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me to stop, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina was contracting in waves during her last orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her. My mother's body was limp, and I was exhausted too, so we hugged each other and fell asleep. The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, my mother still seemed to have some mental block, and she didn't talk to me much. When I said anything to her, she would only reply with short, soft "hmm," "okay," or "no need," which, to me, seemed more like shyness. I became unusually diligent, getting up early every morning to make breakfast for my mother. She ate lunch at the factory canteen, and I would prepare dinner early in the afternoon, waiting for her to return. My cooking wasn't particularly delicious, but my mother seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was actually appreciating my care and attention—the kind of care a man gives a woman. At night, once we were in bed, my mother would lie there, letting me touch and violate her as I pleased. When she was aroused, she became especially uninhibited. Soon, school ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed home to prepare dinner. Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from caring for the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just thinking about having a beautiful, snow-white woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for letting me go on this training program, incredibly grateful to the construction college for allowing us to attend classes at their branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come home every day to enjoy this alluring, snow-white body. As the days went by, my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. We talked more and more, and laughed together. But unlike before, my mother no longer demanded anything of me as a mother; instead, she sought my opinion on everything, subtly treating me as the head of the household. Sometimes, she would even act like a little girl and act coquettishly towards me. My mother wouldn't let me cook anymore, insisting that she do it herself. She said cooking was the lady of the house's job, and the man of the house only needed to wait to eat, her face turning red as she said this. However, I insisted on washing the dishes after every meal. I told my mother that I couldn't let the wicked dishwater ruin my beloved woman's pair of soft, white hands, which earned me a charming kiss from my mother. Every week, I would buy my mother a bouquet of flowers, not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love. Every time, my mother would blush as she accepted them. My mother and I were practically husband and wife, but whether we were together during the day or engaged in illicit affairs at night, I called her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" was an invincible aphrodisiac for me. Actually, my mother was the same way. When I was having sex with her at night, and she was completely lost in passion, if I called her "Mom," she would tremble with excitement and reach orgasm more easily. It seemed that although she didn't say it, she was secretly enjoying this perverse pleasure of incest between mother and son. Two more months passed like this. One day I came home to find my mother sitting there blankly, holding what looked like a pregnancy test strip, her face pale. I quickly asked what was wrong. Looking at me, she said in a tearful voice, "I...I'm pregnant..." "Uh...how could this be? You take birth control pills every day, don't you?" My mother finally burst into tears, saying, "I ran out of pills a few days ago, and I missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it was just like that, and...I got pregnant..." She became increasingly angry as she spoke, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...you're always thinking about ruining me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face everyone..." Actually, I was incredibly excited, having sex with my beautiful biological mother every day, getting her pregnant! How many people in the world have experienced such a wonderful encounter? It would be worth dying for! Of course, I could only think this in my heart. I hugged my mother, begging for mercy and comforting her, saying that I would go to the hospital with her in a few days to have it removed, and everything would be fine. My mother still cried, so I simply grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her and fucking her hard. Soon, my mother's crying turned into wanton moans. For days, I was in a state of excitement. The thought that this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman I was fucking so hard was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant, sent my excitement shooting straight from my head to my feet. But after only a few days, my mother wouldn't let me fuck her too deeply, saying it was bad for the fetus. I think women can be really unreasonable sometimes. She'd already decided to have it removed, so why did she care about the consequences? But my mother was adamant, and I couldn't do anything about it. Such shallow penetration wasn't enough to satisfy me, so I asked my mother to give me oral sex, to suck it out with her mouth. I was just saying it casually, not expecting much, because my mother had always been resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I could just let her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet! To my surprise, Mom thought about it and actually agreed. It felt so good! I stood in front of the bed, and Mom knelt before me, her small mouth filled with my thick penis, giving me oral sex. At first, Mom sat on the bed to give me oral sex, but she found the height wasn't right; bending over was too tiring. So she knelt in front of me, at the perfect height, just enough so she could take my penis in without looking up or down. But this scene was so stimulating: a beautiful mother, with her belly swollen from her own son's actions, kneeling before her son like a sex slave, swallowing and spitting out her son's thick, hard penis, diligently trying to suck out his semen! Mom's oral skills were very clumsy; I guessed she had never done oral sex before. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, nothing like Xiao Rong and the others. But the psychological pleasure was enough to make up for that. Sometimes I would let my mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, and sometimes I would hold her head and thrust my penis into her mouth like I was fucking her vagina, occasionally pushing the head of my penis deep into her throat, causing her to gag. I thought she would be angry, but she didn't say anything; instead, she seemed a little excited. I discovered that my mother actually had a bit of a masochistic tendency. The first few times I ejaculated in her mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time, I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into her mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. My mother hesitated for a long time with the semen in her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked, then frowned and said, "The taste is weird, it's really awful!" But from then on, she...After oral sex, she would always willingly swallow the semen I ejaculated into her mouth. Sometimes she would even open her mouth to let me see the white semen flowing around in her mouth, then she would lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy. This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she wouldn't let me kiss her unless I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Now, she was willing to unconditionally swallow my semen! She wouldn't do this if she hadn't been completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards her beloved man. She often spoke to me in the same tone she used to speak to "the father of my child." When she was nearly three months pregnant, my mother was already showing some signs. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothes, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, you could see that her once flat and sexy belly was now noticeably protruding. My mother was extremely nervous in public, always choosing the loosest clothes, afraid that people would notice. At home, whether she felt it wouldn't affect the fetus much at this point, or because she herself was sexually aroused, she agreed to let me have deep penetration sex with her. After enjoying the beautiful, fair-skinned pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to rape her was greatly satisfied. My mother and I decided to have an abortion, because further delay would have a significant impact on her health. At the Second Municipal Hospital, the doctor examined my mother and said the fetus was developing well, asking if she was sure she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. My mother touched her belly, and tears immediately streamed down her face. The doctor looked at her and said, "Let's hear the father's opinion." I went in, gently patted my mother's face, and said, "Let's have the abortion." After returning from the hospital with the abortion, my mother lay in bed crying. I originally had no feelings for this child, only treating him/her as a sexual object. But seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart also grew heavy. I suddenly realized that I had gone through the same process to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the fetus in her womb were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like I had personally killed my own child. I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious food for her during the day and patiently fed it to her. At night, I held her as we fell asleep without making any sexual advances, just quietly embracing each other and listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure, so very pure, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this incident, my relationship with my mother became even closer. Later, my mother took the initiative to ask me if I was feeling uncomfortable. After more than a week of this pure life, I was a little embarrassed to say it out loud, and just nodded. My mother then asked me if I wanted her to use her hand or her mouth. I said I wanted both. My mother smiled, her eyebrows exuding an indescribable charm, and used her small hand to hold my already swollen penis and began to stroke it. My mother's hand was delicate and soft, enveloping my penis, and it felt incredibly comfortable. Perhaps because I hadn't had sex for several days, I was a bit sensitive and quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid of tiring my mother, I didn't deliberately try to hold back. My mother sensed I was about to ejaculate and quickly opened her mouth to take my penis in. I ejaculated into her mouth very soon. My mother opened her mouth to show me the semen inside. Just as I thought she was going to swallow it, she suddenly hugged me and sealed my mouth with hers. Suddenly, a mouthful of semen entered my mouth. Caught off guard, I instinctively swallowed it; it tasted salty and astringent, really not good. When I came to my senses, I saw my mother smiling mischievously at me. At that moment, my mother was completely like a playful little woman. I smiled too and hugged my mother tightly. The next evening, when my mother was about to give me oral sex again, I asked her if I could use her tender feet. My mother just said I was being considerate and didn't want her to be tired, which touched me deeply. Actually, part of my motivation was to avoid tiring my mother, but a large part was to enjoy her alluring, tender feet. I held her two delicate, translucent feet in my hands, finding them even softer than before, probably because she hadn't walked much in the past few days. As usual, I took turns sucking on her feet, then used them to tightly grip my penis and began to masturbate. Soon I ejaculated, the thick, white semen covering my mother's two snow-white, jade-like feet, an indescribably lewd sight. I looked at my mother's face, then at her feet covered in semen. My mother smiled and opened her rosy lips. Overjoyed, I used the spoon I had used to feed her porridge to scrape the semen from her feet and fed it to her. After Mom swallowed the semen, I asked, "Mom, aren't you disgusted?" Mom replied coquettishly, "You lick and suck my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are so white and tender, where are they dirty?" A few days later, Mom's strength had mostly recovered, but she was still afraid of infection and couldn't have real sex. Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she felt a little shy, a little touched, and a little proud, so she took the initiative to learn how to perform footjobs for me. Under my guidance, Mom's footjob technique improved more and more. Her pair of tender, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, and scrape my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating my penis to remain extremely swollen until ejaculation, giving me an extremely unique pleasure no less than that of vaginal sex. In truth, my mother deeply cherished her feet; otherwise, she wouldn't have cared for them so tenderly and delicately. However, influenced by traditional values, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So, when I first savored her feet like fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, I must love her as a person to the extreme. After that one careful appreciation of her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me. Generally speaking, my mother is a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets go, she dares to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if raped and impregnated by their own son. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards her son, even deriving unusual sexual pleasure from it. In less than a month, my mother's health was completely restored, and we resumed our normal sex life. Because she had a miscarriage less than three months into her pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, my mother's snow-white and alluring body, every cell of it, was sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, making love to her every night, trying to make up for what I'd lost in the past few days. I ejaculated at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times. My mother was worried that my body couldn't handle it, so she advised me to be more moderate, but I wouldn't listen. Later, my mother bought a lot of nourishing herbs and often cooked medicinal meals for me, which only fueled my lust. I couldn't be satisfied without ejaculating inside her twice a day. My mother pleaded with me to be more restrained and patient, but I couldn't resist, and she herself couldn't resist my seductive methods. So, despite all that, when faced with my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it was as if my mind was filled with nothing but semen. I couldn't quell my rising lust without ejaculating two or three times. Eventually, not only my mother worried, but I also became a little afraid. I wasn't worried about myself; I was afraid my mother couldn't handle it. Although my mother is in her prime, she is still physically delicate, especially after my father's death. She lost a lot of weight and didn't want to eat much to regain her former weight, always trying to maintain her current figure, which made her even more frail. With my current strong libido, having sex with her until late every night, her body couldn't withstand it in the long run. Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I realized that it was actually the medicinal food my mother cooked for me that was causing the problem. While these foods do have a strengthening effect, men with strong sexual abilities might experience increased libido initially, but this side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you didn't understand this?" My mother shrank her neck, playfully sticking out her tongue at me like a little girl who had done something wrong. It's been more than half a year since I got my hands on my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and being nourished by my abundant semen, my mother is becoming more and more beautiful than her age. Her skin is becoming increasingly fair and delicate, and even more radiant and elastic. My mother's beautiful face not only grew increasingly fair and tender, but also seemed to be constantly enveloped in a beautiful halo. The few fine lines around her eyes, which were already faint, had faded considerably, becoming almost invisible unless you looked closely. My mother was already very young-looking, and with my diligent efforts to nourish her, she looked even younger and more beautiful. If you asked strangers to guess my mother's age, no one would guess she was over thirty. I heard that many people in the factory were asking her for her beauty and skincare secrets. Moreover, my mother's mental state was getting better and better, and she exuded a captivating aura. Many men in the factory harbored fantasies about her, and some even pretended to be sick to see her, hoping to find an opportunity to curry favor with her. My mother was ruthless towards these men, so she relentlessly prescribed them exorbitantly expensive health products, costing hundreds or even thousands of yuan, gradually scaring them away. When my mother told me about this, I laughed out loud. My mother is now completely under my control, and she sees me as her pillar of support, both psychologically and physically. You could even say that this fragrant, tender, and beautiful body has become my private treasure. I am no longer satisfied with just being in bedMy usually steady and reliable mother, however, would often devise unusual tricks to toy with. Shortly after the start of my sophomore year, the school organized military training, and I spent ten days living like a monk, unable even to masturbate. Every day, I dreamt of my mother's beautiful face, her alluring white and tender body. The last day was a Sunday, and I sent my mother a text message early in the morning. When I got home at five in the afternoon, my mother was already preparing dinner. As soon as I entered, I hugged her. We kissed passionately for a while, and then my mother gently slapped me, saying, "You're covered in sweat, go wash up!" I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from my mother, kissing her fair cheeks, my lust rising. I pinched my mom's buttocks twice and said, "I haven't seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts in a while! After I shower, you can strip naked in the living room for me, okay? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe." Mom laughed and said, "Vulgar!" and slapped me with one hand. I laughed and dodged, then went into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. Mom had actually done as I said, without a single piece of clothing on, her snow-white body completely naked, standing in front of the kitchen counter arranging food. She was only wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and an apron. Her back was to me, completely naked from behind, her hair simply tied in a bun, and looking down her neck, her two snow-white shoulder blades changed shape slightly with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring, and my penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and fair, appearing even longer and more shapely with her beautiful high-heeled sandals. Her alluring, snow-white buttocks were facing me, incredibly seductive. Peering along the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, "Isn't she deliberately trying to seduce me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked." I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards my mother completely naked. Reaching behind her, I stroked her soft, white buttocks with one hand, while the other reached forward and slipped under her apron, grabbing and kneading her two large breasts. My swollen, hard penis pressed against her tender, white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, sinking deeply under the pressure of my iron-like penis. My mother trembled slightly but didn't turn her head. When I looked, her fair face was already flushed with embarrassment. My hand moved down her buttocks, slipping between her legs, where it was already wet. I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with one finger and brought it to my mother's lips. "Mom, try it yourself!" My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!" I smiled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva, the tip of my tongue probing deep into her vagina. My mother, her hands on the dining table, slowly began to moan. After less than two minutes, my mother suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to try to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked tightly on her vaginal opening, and my mother trembled even more violently, her back bending over, and then a gush of vaginal fluid "whooshed" into my mouth. I stood up, deliberately looking into my mother's eyes as I drank the vaginal fluid from my mouth. It had a slightly fishy taste, and some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. My mother looked at me too, her eyes watery. I then moved behind my mother, making her bend over, her hands on the dining table, and guided my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I'd never done this from behind with my mom before. I tried several times but couldn't find the entrance to her vagina. Then, she grabbed my penis and guided it to her opening. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in so hard it made her head throw back. It was the first time I'd been intimate with my mom outside the bedroom. We hadn't had sex for days, so I was incredibly excited, thrusting my penis into her with each powerful stroke. My mom seemed even more excited than me. Not only was she naked in the living room for the first time today, but I was also pinning her down in the kitchen and fucking her from behind. This taboo-breaking act probably ignited a stronger desire in her than usual. She moaned louder than usual, her white buttocks arching back in rhythm with my thrusts. With each hard thrust, my thighs slammed against her jade-like buttocks, making a slapping sound. After two minutes, my mom turned around, her rosy lips parting to ask for a kiss. Before, I was always the one to initiate kissing her during sex; this was the first time, which shows how excited she was. She had her second orgasm not long after. To be honest, standing there was very exciting, but also tiring, so I ejaculated after less than twenty minutes. As soon as I pulled my penis out of her vagina, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees. I scooped her up and carried her back to the living room, placing her on the sofa. After resting for a while, she said the food would get cold if we didn't eat soon and got up to put on her clothes. I grabbed her, preventing her from doing so. Left with no choice, she walked around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the table. I watched this erotic scene with a smile, while she blushed and didn't dare look at me. We ate together naked. At first, she was very uncomfortable, but she gradually relaxed, and we sat close together, skin to skin, I feeding her, and she feeding me. After the meal, I still wouldn't let her put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white body. She couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust flared, I pushed her down on the sofa and fucked her for a while, then rested when I got tired. We repeated this until very late. When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely exhausted. After this incident, Mom became more open-minded, and we tried many things she had never even dared to imagine before. One day, I accompanied Mom shopping, walking quite a distance. We were both tired that evening and went to bed early. I fucked Mom for a while, but without ejaculating, I held her and fell asleep. As I drifted off to sleep, Mom wriggled out of my arms and got out of bed. I asked her where she was going, and she said she needed to pee. A sensual thought suddenly popped into my head, so I got out of bed and followed her. When I opened the bathroom door, Mom was taking off her underwear and about to sit on the toilet. I grinned lewdly and said, "Mom, let me help you!" Without another word, I picked up my mother, ripped off her underwear, and carried her to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the position of helping a child urinate. In the vanity mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, faint black pubic hair partially obscured her tender vulva—a place I could never get enough of. Although I could see it during sex with my mother, admiring this sight in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating. I made my mother urinate in the basin, but she couldn't get any out. Her pretty face flushed red as she struggled and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, when I was little, did you help me pee like this? Now I'll help you pee like this too, okay... shh..." Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra loosened, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin... After Mom finished peeing, her body was limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom, "Mom, spread your little pussy open and let me see if you've peed clean." At this point, Mom was completely obedient to me. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink pussy opened like a blooming flower, with a few glistening drops of urine still clinging to the alluring urethra and the opening of the pussy... incredibly lewd! Neither Mom nor I could sleep. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, bent down, and reached between her snow-white legs to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender pussy clean. My lust was aroused, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus. Mom struggled, "No! It's dirty!" I laughed and said, "There's no dirty place on Mom's body." I pressed her white buttocks tightly to keep her from moving, then savored her tender anus. Mom's anus was extremely beautiful, unlike most women's dark ones, it was white and tender, with only the tightly closed anus showing an alluring pink. Mom was very clean and bathed meticulously every day, so her anus had no odor at all. I decided to completely possess Mom's beautiful back door tonight. After licking and savoring it for a while, I got up and went to my room to get a pornographic DVD and put it in the DVD player, then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of honey. I picked up Mom and turned her over, making her kneel on the sofa, her snow-white and tender buttocks raised high towards me. I continued to lick Mom's tender anus, occasionally gently rubbing her anus with my fingers, Mom's head buried in the sofa, letting out comfortable moans. At this moment, the television screen showed a tall, strong black man having sex with a beautiful white woman. His enormous, shiny black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly. As I continued to rub and lick, my mother's tender anus gradually softened, and I easily inserted one of my fingers. I carefully dripped honey onto my mother's anus and slowly pushed my finger into her rectum. On the television, the black man had already withdrawn his penis from the white beauty's tender vagina and began to lick her delicate anus. I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my hard, swollen penis. When the black man's large penis on the television shoved into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus. My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her down tightly.Her large, white buttocks wouldn't let her move. I thrust my penis forcefully into her anus, but Mom was too tense; her anal sphincter was tightly contracted, and my penis couldn't penetrate at all! Unable to break free, Mom could only plead with me to let her backdoor go. I comforted her, "Mom, don't be afraid. Many people have tried anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV; her anus is as tender as yours, and she still got such a thick penis inside, and she still enjoyed it." Perhaps influenced by the beautiful woman on TV being roughly anally raped by a black man and the sounds of pleasure she made, and knowing that her anus was destined for my ravaging tonight, Mom stopped resisting, resignedly raising her snow-white buttocks high. I continued to entice my mother: "Mom, you're still a virgin! How about you offer me your tender little asshole today so I can completely possess you? I want you to be my woman completely, from head to toe... Okay, relax your ass, relax..." Enticed by my lewd words, my mother slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. When I felt my mother's asshole soften, I seized the opportunity to thrust my big cock in hard, penetrating her alluring tender anus... My mother let out a sharp scream, cryi

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