My Mom and Me 4 - The End

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Mom lowered her head, probably thinking about our lovemaking last night. I seized the opportunity and continued, "Mom, there are so many happy things in life. How will you know if you don't try anything? Life is about living it to the fullest. If you can't let go of this or that, how can you be happy? Take us, for example. If you never made love with me, how would you know there are such exciting things in the world?" Mom finally raised her head and spat at me, "You're so good at talking." I saw that Mom seemed to agree with what I said, and happily hugged her, "Okay, okay, Mom, you should get up and make us breakfast." Mom pushed me, "You know how to eat, huh? Go get me some clothes. I can't cook naked." I smiled inwardly: Humph! Although it's not like I'm making you cook naked, it's not much different. I went to my mother's wardrobe and helped her pick out a dress. Finally, I found one: a green skirt with white floral print. My father had bought it for her when he went on a business trip, but it was too small, and my mother had never worn it. I excitedly handed the skirt to her. "This one will do. You'll look beautiful in it, Mom." My mother frowned. "This one's too small. You should get another one." "No. I want Mom to wear this one. It looks the sexiest on you." My mother reluctantly took the skirt. "Then go get me some underwear." "Huh? What underwear? Mom, you're going to wear it naked." My mother was shocked. "What? You're going to wear it without underwear? Won't everyone see me?" I said calmly, "What's wrong with that? It would be a shame if people didn't see my great figure." Mom shook her head firmly: "No! I won't wear it. It's too embarrassing." I also put on a stern face, "Mom, you just agreed to be my slave, how could you forget so quickly? If you don't keep your word, don't blame me for not keeping mine. When Dad comes back..." Mom panicked: "Okay, okay. I'll wear it, I'll wear it, but... Mom is really afraid of being seen." "Alright. Then you can just add a pair of long stockings, that will cover you up a bit." Seeing that I had no room for negotiation, Mom could only sigh and put on the skirt. Because the skirt was too small, Mom's body was immediately exposed. Her two nipples stood high on her chest, the clear outline of the nipples was conspicuously displayed, and the dark red color of the nipples could be faintly seen. The hem of the skirt could only cover half of Mom's thighs. If Mom squatted down slightly, her entire snow-white buttocks would be exposed. Mom found a pair of long black stockings, slipped them onto her small feet, and pulled them forcefully towards her thighs, trying to cover up as much of her bare skin as possible. But she quickly realized it was futile; no matter how she pulled, the slightest movement revealed her snow-white thighs, which were even more noticeable against the black stockings. I grew impatient. "Alright, Mom. I'm starving. Go take a shower and make me breakfast." Mom blushed, opened her bedroom door, and seeing no movement from my sister's or younger sister's room, she darted into the bathroom. I got dressed and went back to my room, waiting for Mom to call me for breakfast. Half an hour later, I finally heard Mom's voice: "Get up, everyone! Time to eat and go to school!" After a while, I heard my sister and younger sister washing up outside, followed by their cheerful laughter slowly moving towards the dining room. I pretended to have just gotten up, lazily went out to wash up, and went to the dining room. I saw Mom already sitting at the table, hurriedly trying to eat her breakfast while keeping her head down. My older and younger sisters seemed oblivious, chatting and laughing as they ate. I deliberately sat next to Mom, picked up my breakfast, and started eating, but one hand secretly slipped down and slowly slid towards Mom's thigh. Mom flinched, but I grabbed her skirt. Afraid of disturbing my sisters, she stopped moving, letting me caress her thigh. Then, emboldened, I lifted Mom's skirt and thrust my fingers into her bare vulva. Mom gasped softly. My sisters looked at Mom simultaneously. My older sister asked curiously, "What's wrong, Mom? Oh, you said you were sick yesterday. Are you still feeling better? Let me touch you, see if you still have a fever?" Mom quickly said, "No, no. Mom's fine, I just got bitten by a bug." She then glared at me fiercely. I continued eating nonchalantly, but under the table, my hand boldly ventured deeper into my mother's labia, gently caressing her. My mother gritted her teeth, pretending to eat, terrified her sisters would notice. Luckily, they had already finished and put down their bowls, saying, "Mom, we're done eating. Going to school, huh?" Provoked by me, my mother had no appetite to answer. She mumbled a vague "Mmm" and continued eating. Only when she heard her sisters close the door did she put down her bowl, grab my hand, and say, "You…how could you…be so bold? What if your sisters see?" I held out my hand, showing my fingers to my mother. "Look, Mom, what's this sticky stuff on here?" My mother blushed instantly at the clear liquid on my fingers. I continued, "Isn't it exciting, Mom? Is it fun for your baby to masturbate you in front of your daughter?" "You…you're going to die…" my mother scolded, embarrassed. I chuckled and said, "Mom, can you ask for leave for me today? You don't need to go to work either, let's just stay home and have some fun." Mom initially refused, but after my persistent pleading, she finally agreed. Then Mom started calling her teachers at school to ask for leave. As soon as Mom dialed the school's number, I lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, tender vulva. Then I took off my clothes and gently rubbed my large penis against her labia. The teacher's voice came through the phone, and Mom didn't have time to stop me. We made love while she was on the phone, and she tried to keep her voice calm as she asked for leave. Under such stimulation, her vulva was soaked with fluid, and she quickly brought me to another orgasm. By the time she called her workplace to ask for leave, I had already brought Mom to orgasm twice. As soon as Mom hung up the phone, I couldn't wait to hug her, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare, tender vulva. I then bent down and sucked on her labia. Her labia were covered in her recent vaginal fluid, which tasted fishy and sour, flowing down my tongue and into my throat, almost making me cough. But this taste only fueled my lust. I frantically grabbed Mom's white, tender buttocks, using my teeth to suck on her already spread labia, rubbing them up and down and side to side. Perhaps because I was too excited and used too much force, Mom suddenly screamed "Ah!" and then her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, slammed shut, almost pulling me to the ground. I quickly released my mouth, and saw that my mother's two small red labia had tiny blood holes from my biting. No wonder she screamed in pain. My mother glared at me angrily, tightly clamping her legs together, and said in a trembling voice, "How could you be so cruel? Don't even mention me being your mother, you wouldn't be this rough with an animal." I grinned and moved closer, putting one arm around my mother's shoulder and gently rubbing her tender vulva with the other, saying, "Mom, it's because you look so alluring. I was so stimulated that I couldn't take it anymore and used too much force. Besides, Mom, no matter how you compare, you can't compare yourself to me." "You're an animal, aren't you? Even if your baby is useless, he wouldn't bite an animal's private parts, would he?" When I stroked her tender vulva, Mom instinctively flinched at first, then stopped struggling and let me caress her. When she heard me say that she would bite an animal, she couldn't help but chuckle, then she put on a stern face and said, "You're so young, how can you talk so vulgarly?" As she spoke, my hand had already started to move upwards from Mom's tender vulva, along her lower abdomen, up from inside her dress, until I grasped her small, tender breasts. This time, Mom didn't try to resist at all, letting me knead her beautiful breasts in my palms. Listening to my mother's words, I gently pinched and twisted her nipple between my fingers, still jokingly saying, "I'm not just vulgar with my words, am I not vulgar when we're doing 'that'? Besides, I'm not a kid anymore, you know best whether I'm a kid or not, right? Hehe, Mom, don't you like it when I'm vulgar? Last night you seemed to hold me very tightly." My mother's face flushed red, she lightly spat at me, and said, "You're so indecent, I'm not talking to you anymore!" Then she turned her face away and stopped talking. Seeing my mother's infinitely shy appearance, I was even happier, and my hand, which was around my mother's shoulder, took the opportunity to slip inside the opening above her skirt, stroking her breasts from top to bottom, saying as I touched them, "Okay, okay, I'm indecent, then let me be indecent one more time!"Under my caresses, Mom's nipples trembled and stood erect again, her eyes closed slightly, and she began to breathe heavily. Seeing that Mom was aroused again, I pulled my hand away from the opening of Mom's skirt, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gently laid her down on the sofa. Then I flipped her skirt up from the bottom to her armpits, completely exposing Mom's snow-white and tender body. Her thighs, accentuated by two black stockings, appeared even whiter. Only her face was covered by the upturned skirt, which only made her body appear more sexy and alluring. Overwhelmed by lust, I quickly tore off all my clothes and pounced on Mom.On her warm body, Mom let out a soft moan, her thighs slowly parting as if beckoning my entry. I chuckled lewdly, thinking: It won't be that easy to get in. I'll tease you until you can't take it anymore, until you willingly and obediently become my live-in lover. As I thought this, I slowly moved my already erect penis around Mom's tender vulva, my hands constantly and gently twisting her nipples, occasionally touching her labia with my penis at the entrance. Each time my penis lightly touched her clitoris, Mom's thighs involuntarily arched slightly, her everted labia trembling. Gradually, Mom's juices could no longer be contained; tiny droplets of fluid gathered together, forming beads that gushed down her reddened vulva. I thought to myself, "Such good stuff shouldn't be wasted." There happened to be a water glass on the coffee table next to the sofa. While continuing to tease my mother, I picked it up, lifted her thighs, and placed them on my shoulders. Her plump buttocks tilted slightly upwards, allowing me to lay the glass flat under her vulva. This way, a large portion of her vaginal fluid would flow into the glass. However, this meant that every time my penis touched her vulva, it would rub against the glass. The glass was cold and hard, making my penis very uncomfortable. I didn't want to waste my mother's delicious vaginal fluid, but I also didn't want to reduce the stimulation. What should I do? I frowned, and finally came up with a solution. Instead of using my penis to directly touch the glass, I used my scrotum to tease her labia. The cold glass touching my scrotum didn't hurt; instead, it was even more stimulating. Although my mother's face was covered by her skirt, she wasn't oblivious to my actions. However, she was too excited to care what I was doing. To my surprise, using my scrotum to violate her only excited her more. Her two tender labia majora gripped my scrotum and twisted incessantly. Her vaginal fluids flowed into the cup more rapidly. My mother's breathing grew heavier, her skirt billowing with each breath. Her long legs writhed restlessly on my shoulders. I turned my head and used my chin and shoulder to trap one of her feet, rubbing my face against her beautiful foot clad in black stockings. Even through the stockings, I could feel the smoothness and softness of her feet, and the lingering fragrance of freshly washed stockings made me unable to resist licking the soles of her feet. "Mmm, mmm." As soon as I started licking, Mom couldn't help but moan softly. Her little feet tensed up instantly. I continued to savor Mom's feet, licking from the soles to the heels. A watermark immediately appeared on her black stockings. Then I took Mom's toes into my mouth and gently nibbled at them with my teeth. Mom's toes stood up again, constantly hooking my tongue in my mouth. Mom's lower body reacted noticeably as well. She kept trying to close her legs and squeeze my scrotum together. Hehe, unexpectedly, the water glass once again proved its worth. It perfectly separated Mom's thighs, leaving her helplessly trying to tighten her legs. Her slender waist arched upwards, and her snow-white buttocks completely lifted off the sofa, half-suspended in the air. Mom's toes in my mouth tensed up, almost piercing deep into my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I angrily spat out my mother's foot, thinking, "Fine. You only think about your own pleasure, not whether I'm comfortable or not. Hmph, then I'll torture you a little more." As I thought this, I used my penis to touch my mother's labia more gently, occasionally tapping it against her pubic bone above her vulva. I noticed that her labia had turned bright red from the blood engorgement, and the two small blood holes I had bitten had disappeared as her labia swelled. My mother's body, half-suspended in the air, twisted back and forth, and the water in the glass increased. Strangely, today her vaginal fluid was no longer the translucent color, but milky white, and the fluid in the glass had accumulated to almost half full. Finally, Mom couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a muffled sound from under her skirt, "Hurry up and put it in! Hurry! Mom can't take it anymore! Hurry! Baby!" I was secretly pleased, but still maintained my nonchalant tone, "Don't rush, Mom. Just enjoy it slowly. We still have a day." Under her skirt, Mom's head began to sway from side to side, "I can't take it anymore! Mom can't take it anymore! Hurry! Please, please put it in quickly. Mom wants it! Hurry! Mmm! Please!" I grinned lewdly, "Mom, you're the one begging me. I'm not forcing you." "Whatever you say, hurry up! Good boy! Give it to me!" I reached under my mother's alluring bottom and took the water glass, continuing to tease her as I said, "It's easy to get me in. Mom, drink this first." As I spoke, I shook the water glass in my hand. I don't know if it was because of my mother's body heat or because the water was naturally warm when it flowed out, but it was warm to the touch. As I shook it, the water foamed up, looking like a freshly opened bottle of soda. Mom struggled to peek out from under her skirt, looking at the water glass in my hand and asking, "What's that...? Hmm, what do you want Mom to drink?" I smiled coldly, "What else could it be? This is what Mom just excreted. Mom, this is the best aphrodisiac, you can't waste it." Mom seemed startled (even if she's not very bright, she couldn't possibly not know when I put the glass under her bottom earlier). "No, no, it's dirty." I chuckled, "Dirty? Mom, don't forget, you already drank it last night. If you don't drink it now, I won't go in." Mom fell silent, but her body trembled even more violently; I knew she was on the verge of a complete breakdown. So I continued, "Mom, come on, drink it, I guarantee you'll feel even better." Mom closed her eyes, but raised her hand, as if to take the glass. I thought to myself: This time I must make Mom completely abandon her dignity, then it will be easier to train her in the future. Thinking this, I withdrew the water glass from my hand and looked at my mother with a smile. My mother's hand hovered in the air for a long time, and when I still didn't put the water glass in her hand, she opened her eyes in surprise. Just as she met my gaze, she closed her beautiful eyes tightly with embarrassment and said softly, "What's wrong?" Her hand was still frozen in the air. I said slowly, "Mom, this is something that someone worked hard to save up. You're just going to take it like this?" My mother was stunned for a moment, and still with her eyes closed, she said, "You, you, what do you want?" I chuckled and said, "Nothing, Mom. I worked so hard to get you such good tonics, you should at least ask me for something or thank me." As I spoke, I rubbed my scrotum up and down my mother's labia more vigorously, so that my scrotum was covered with my mother's vaginal fluid, and some of the water droplets dripped from my scrotum onto the sofa. Mom let out another groan, a sound that was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Then, as if she had made a great decision, she squeezed out each word through gritted teeth: "Please, Mom, give Mom the water I'm drooling over. Thank you, my good baby." I chuckled and placed the cup in Mom's hand. With one hand holding the cup, Mom quickly pulled up her skirt with the other, and before I could even see clearly, she had already gulped down the half-cup of drool hidden under her skirt. This time, it was my turn to be stunned. I had missed such a beautiful scene; I was so unwilling to give up. But I immediately had another idea. I took Mom's little feet, which were covered in my drool, off my shoulder, and laid her back on the sofa. Then I stood up, walked over Mom's head, squatted down, and pulled her skirt down a bit, revealing Mom's face. My mother's face was covered in sweat from the torment of desire, even her long, black hair was wet and clung to her forehead in strands, her complexion was flushed, making her look even more adorable, and traces of the semen she had just drunk remained on her rosy lips, with even a small white bubble at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly deprived of my stimulation, my mother opened her eyes in surprise, just in time to see me staring at her dangling scrotum. She froze for a few seconds before asking in astonishment, "What's wrong? Why haven't you given it to me yet? I've already drunk it." I grinned maliciously and said, "Mom, you seem to have forgotten, I wanted you to drink it all. Look, is there any left on here?" Just then, another drop of cloudy white liquid dripped from my scrotum, landing squarely between my mother's eyebrows. This time, my mother was much more compliant; she immediately understood and said nothing more. She tilted her head back and began to lick my scrotum with the tip of her tongue. This time, it was me who couldn't take it anymore. Once a woman lets go of her burdens, she can do anything. I saw Mom not only licking...She would occasionally slurp up the water droplets on my scrotum and swallow them. Even worse, she would use her tongue to rub my scrotum back and forth. Under the teasing touch of her skillful tongue, my penis quickly swelled to its highest point. I couldn't hold on any longer. I let out a low growl, quickly lay down, forcefully spread my mother's legs, and without looking, thrust my penis into her tender vagina. My mother's long-awaited, beautiful hole immediately enveloped my penis. My mother's body jerked up, her head tilted back, her lower abdomen pressing desperately against my stomach so that my large penis could penetrate deeper into her flower. At the same time, a strange sound came from her nose, like a cry or a moan. Her two thighs hooked around my back, her small feet constantly stomping on my spine, her whole buttocks twisting like she was on a rocking machine. What was even more intoxicating was that my mother's tender hole seemed to be alive, contracting and relaxing, inhaling and exhaling, arousing my emotions to the highest point. I bent down and used my mouth to suck the remaining vaginal fluid that my mother had just drunk. Unexpectedly, my mother became even more proactive than me. Before I even touched her lips, she had already impatiently opened her small mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick my mouth. I immediately responded passionately, my tongue entwining with my mother's. Her tongue carried a strong, pungent smell of her vaginal fluids, both sour and fishy, but it suited my taste perfectly. My lower body thrust rapidly against my mother's vulva, causing tears to well up in her eyes. "Mmm...mmm..." The sobbing sounds from my mother's nose grew louder and louder, her mouth opening wider and wider, almost sucking my tongue down her throat. Finally, my mother's tender vagina spasmed in waves, her thighs on my back clamping tightly together. My mother frowned as if she were about to die, her tongue ceasing its movement. Then, my large penis felt like it was being washed by a torrent, tingling and itchy. I couldn't help but ejaculate, and with a whoosh, I injected a thick stream of semen into my mother's body. Afterward, my mother and I both collapsed onto the sofa like deflated balloons. It was a long, long time before I slowly got up. Looking at the sofa again, oh my god! Besides the white semen I ejaculated, there was a large yellow stain. I bent down and smelled it; it had a foul, pungent odor. Mom had actually urinated from where I had penetrated her. I chuckled and dabbed some on my hand, holding it to Mom's nose and asking, "Mom, what's this?" Mom turned her face away in embarrassment. I grinned and put the urine on my hand into my mouth, smacking my lips as I tasted it, saying, "Mmm! Anything that comes out of Mom's body tastes good." Mom quickly grabbed my hand, saying, "Quick, take it out. It's so dirty." I looked at Mom earnestly and said, "Mom, I really love you. So no matter how dirty Mom's urine is, I'm willing to eat it." As I spoke, I put some more of Mom's urine into my mouth. Mom seemed stunned by my words, no longer stopping me, just staring at me blankly, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. After a long pause, she hugged me and said, "Mommy loves you too. From now on, whatever you want Mommy to do, Mommy will do it! I really will!"

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