Lewd Mom

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After dinner, my lust was so intense I could barely contain myself. While Dad was taking a shower, I rushed into the kitchen and, as before, forcefully hugged Mom from behind, grabbing her firm, beautiful breasts.
"Are you crazy! Your dad's only in the shower for a minute, and you're doing this again?!" Mom still yelled at me, but unlike before, she wasn't startled. Had she gotten used to my inexplicable acts of debauchery?
"Please, Mom, I'm going crazy! I love you so much, can you help me one more time? Dad's going to take a bath today, it'll be a while." "Oh God... what did I do to deserve this unfilial son..." Mom sighed, but she didn't struggle as much as before. We remained in this position, hugging Mom from behind, for about ten seconds. During that time, Mom seemed to be thinking about something. Then, Mom removed my hands from her breasts. I guessed it was probably over for today.
"Let's go to your room... it's not convenient here, and... you need to hurry later," Mom said in a low voice, turning her head away. Suddenly, the situation took a dramatic turn, and I almost jumped for joy. Before rushing back to my room, I turned back to Mom and said,
"Mom, can you wear black stockings later? I'll be faster with stockings on." "Go back now!" Mom urged impatiently.
So I went back to my room, quickly took off my clothes, and lay naked on the bed, smugly thinking that I could make love with my sexy, beautiful mom again today—it was so awesome!
A minute later, Mom pushed open my door and came in, then locked it behind her. Mom was wearing a light yellow t-shirt and the shorts she had just worn in the kitchen, without stockings, which made me a little disappointed.
"Yes," Mom said, as if reading my mind, pulling out a pair of sheer black stockings from behind her back. "I brought stockings, you just haven't put them on yet. Look at you, all naked, what kind of behavior is that?" "Mom is so good to me!" I said happily. "Mom really knows I like you wearing stockings." Mom glared at me. "Didn't you say this would be faster? Hurry up and finish so your dad won't find out." With that, Mom took off her shorts to put on the stockings, but I immediately stopped her:
"Mom, take off your underwear first, just put on the stockings, don't wear underwear." "You're so demanding!"
Mom glared at me again, but didn't resist and took off her pink lace panties, stepping one foot off the edge of the bed to put on the black stockings. Mom wore a thong-shaped transparent stocking, with transparent sides at the waist and hips, only a black crotch strip connecting to the bottom of the panties. She pulled her stockings up to her waist, the mysterious black area looking incredibly sexy under the sheer stockings. The seductive motion of her putting on the stockings made my eyes widen, and my exposed penis quickly hardened into a huge rod, already sixteen centimeters long.
Perhaps because she hadn't seen it closely before, Mom saw me pointing at the erect penis and asked somewhat fearfully, "Is your... always this big?" Because I hadn't seen other people's penises before, I didn't quite understand and said, "I don't know, is this considered big?" Mom tightened the black thong stockings and squatted down in front of my penis, examining it closely. "It didn't seem this big before..." Then she reached out and moved my genitals up and down, causing my penis to throb violently with excitement, startling Mom.
"That scared me! It's moving!" Mom withdrew her hand in fright, a reaction that I found quite amusing. I sat on the edge of the bed, moved my penis again, and said lewdly to my mother, filled with desire, "Mom, give me a blowjob." "Your thing is filthy, and you still want Mom to give it to you?" Mom said with disgust, but I felt her tone was more like a coquettish complaint?
"That way I'll come faster, and Dad won't find out, right?" I repeated what Mom had just said. Mom shook her head, knelt a little closer to me, reached out and cupped my penis, then gently pulled back the foreskin, letting the entire egg-shaped, purplish-red glans emerge. She stared at the huge glans for a few seconds before taking it into her sexy little mouth.
"Oh..." My glans was enveloped by Mom's red lips, and I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan. Mom's lips began to slide up and down gently, making me moan involuntarily again. The thought that the person giving me oral sex was my beautiful biological mother made the excitement and stimulation feel overwhelmingly powerful.
My mother's tongue moved deftly around the head of my penis, her small mouth swallowing and releasing it, making my shaft feel as if it were enveloped by a warm, wet orifice. She also teased the ridges where the head of my penis met the shaft with the tip of her tongue, even paying meticulous attention to the frenulum.
Like licking a popsicle, she licked the head of my penis with obvious enjoyment, occasionally spitting it out to suck on the shaft. I didn't know if this would actually make me ejaculate faster, but my mother was clearly using many techniques to make me feel good. Just thinking about it made me feel incredibly comfortable.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded, looking down at my mother. She didn't resist, first slowly releasing my penis as if reluctant, then taking off her pale yellow t-shirt, and quickly unhooking her black lace bra, letting her 34E breasts breathe fresh air. After placing the bra on the bed, she continued to suck on my penis forcefully.
"Don't suck so hard...!" The vacuum-like suction gave me immense pleasure. I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, clenching my teeth to prevent myself from reaching my peak and ejaculating uncontrollably. Mom seemed genuinely eager for me to ejaculate, using every trick in the book to play with my penis, gently caressing my testicles as if they were precious treasures.
Responding to Mom's pampering, I retaliated by grabbing her firm breasts. Mom glared at me, but her mouth didn't stop. Instead, she licked and sucked my thick penis even harder, making it seem even larger in her mouth, filling it completely. My fingers worked, kneading Mom's gravity-defying breasts, as if resisting her, caressing her beautiful breasts to prevent her from focusing on my penis.
Sure enough, Mom couldn't help but stop licking, occasionally letting out a soft moan. It seems her sensitive breasts are a weakness. My mother, seemingly unwilling to give up, frantically swallowed and spat out my penis, until the head of my penis reached the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, her throat working to compress my glans, almost causing me to ejaculate uncontrollably. I quickly cupped her pink cheeks, making her spit out my penis. My mother frowned, looking up at me with displeasure. At that moment, I pulled her up and leaned back, positioning her on top of me.
"Mom said to hurry up, so I let you move. I should be faster," I said, looking at my mother wearing only a thong, her large breasts exposed as she sat on me. My penis involuntarily twitched, the vibrations felt through the stockings on her hot vulva. I could see that her dark, secret area, covered by the stockings, was completely soaked. Her juices even seeped through the stockings, dripping down her thighs in two erotic streaks.
"Mom, you're so wet from sucking my cock," I teased her. My mother blushed and didn't dare look at me. She slightly raised her body, then reached down to the crotch of my stockings and tore a small hole large enough for me to insert. She then guided my large penis, gently enveloping my burning glans with her wet, delicate labia. After preparing herself mentally, she slowly lowered herself down, her hands on my abdomen.
"Ah..." Feeling the size of my glans and the stimulation of my shaft entering her vagina, she couldn't help but let out a painful groan.
"Are you alright, Mom?" Because the sound wasn't one of comfort, but obvious pain, I couldn't help but ask her with concern.
"You... are a bit too thick... Mom isn't used to it..." Mom trembled as she slowly sat down to the very bottom, allowing my penis to slowly penetrate her deepest point. Even after reaching the very bottom, it pushed upwards a considerable distance further—had it reached her cervix?
Mom seemed unsure what to do, perhaps because she rarely used this position with Dad, or perhaps because I was just too big, making it difficult for her to move. So, I lay down and reached out, grabbing and kneading Mom's plump breasts. Then, I thrust my lower body upwards against Mom, feeling the tightness and heat of her vagina, and the layers of folds. I only managed a few thrusts before I ran out of strength; after all, Mom was taller than me, and I was just a short guy, making it difficult to move from below.
Fortunately, after a few thrusts, Mom seemed to gradually adapt to my size, lifting her hips and gently sitting down again, using her vaginal muscles to move my penis up and down. Mom's hands rested on my chest, and her narrow eyes no longer held fear, but instead, boundless lust. My mother's beautiful legs in black stockings rubbed against my waist, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation. I quickly grabbed her shapely buttocks and rubbed them vigorously, as if trying to make them wet.
"You're really a pervert...you like stockings that much?" My mother gritted her teeth, enduring the pleasure surging from her core.
"I'm not a pervert, I just like it when Mom wears stockings." Saying this, I arched my body and thrust into her twice against the direction of her hip movement. My mother's mouth opened wide, almost screaming, and she quickly covered her mouth with one hand to stop herself from crying out.
"You bad boy! Watch how I do you." My mother panted, looking at me seductively, and began to move her wet, tight, sweet vagina up and down faster, stroking my penis. My mother's snow-white breasts bounced with each thrust, the beautiful scene almost making my soul fly away. My hands gripped my mother's swaying, slender waist tightly, and I thrust against her, gently probing the secret place that had once conceived me.
"Your waist is so slender, Mom, so beautiful," I couldn't help but exclaim, praising her exquisitely beautiful body. My mother gave me a flirtatious wink and said, "You're only just realizing this now? Your dad's unlucky enough to get you all the pleasure." Amidst the waves of her breasts and the sensation of her vaginal opening, I couldn't help but ask, despite the pleasure, "Doesn't Dad usually fuck you?" I deliberately used the crude word "fuck," wanting to gradually erode my mother's shame.
"Rarely... once every few months... he can't keep up..." My mother bit her lip, seemingly enjoying it immensely, swaying her slender waist as my penis moved in and out of her. Seeing my mother so wanton, even if she was initially unwilling, I suspected that she was now close to succumbing to the deadly pleasure of incest.
"Wife, where are you?" Suddenly, Mom heard Dad calling from outside after his shower. Startled, Mom's eyes widened, and she stopped what she was doing, unsure what to do. I also stopped, a little nervous, gripping Mom's slender waist, clad in stockings, too afraid to continue. Mom then gave me a shushing gesture, cleared her throat, and said loudly, "I'm helping our son with his homework. He needs to concentrate." "Okay." Dad didn't say anything more, and the television started playing in the living room. I then began gently thrusting upwards against Mom, trying to quickly regain the rhythm. I had expected Mom to back down after hearing Dad's voice, but unexpectedly, after speaking, she began slowly stroking my penis again. We slowly thrust in and out of her tender vagina, the movements small and the speed slow, but very powerful and firm. Now I knew for sure that Mom was about to succumb to the pleasure of incest; I just wanted to draw her in even deeper, so that even after we finished and returned to our daily lives, she would still yearn for the pleasure of our union.
I sat up, letting my mother sit on my lap in a lotus position, holding her delicate back, and tentatively touched her lips with my own. My mother responded without hesitation, pressing her sexy red lips to mine. Excitedly, I stuck out my tongue and touched her lips, and she understandingly opened her mouth, allowing me to delve inside. I sucked
hard on her sweet lips, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other's mouths, while my lower body continued its relentless piston-like motion. My mother closed her eyes, and we exchanged saliva in a blissful ecstasy, occasionally licking each other's lips, sometimes kissing passionately as if there were no tomorrow. My mother's stockinged buttocks rubbed against my thighs, feeling incredibly comfortable, and this movement propelled my penis in and out of her tight, beautiful vagina.
"Son, you're quite good at kissing," my mother breathed, sitting on me and moving her lower body, whispering seductively in my ear.
"It feels so good, kiss." I said, then pressed my lips to my mother's fragrant lips again, followed by another passionate kiss. My mother held my head, her nimble tongue teasing me. I had already experienced firsthand through my glans what a serpentine tongue my mother possessed, and now I was verifying it again with my own.
The kissing and the dry touch, the sensation of my mother's black-stockinged legs rubbing against my thighs, made me feel incredibly lucky. After my mother had adjusted to the size and force of my penis, she released the passionate kiss, tilted her head back, and wildly tossed her wavy hair, thrusting even harder against me, demanding more.
I held my mother's upper body, burying my head in her breasts, inhaling their sweet, milky scent, then sucking on her nipples like a baby trying to draw milk.
"Baby, eat, baby, eat..." My mother cradled the back of my head, babbling incoherently like a baby being held, kissing the top of my head. As I thrust into my mother's vagina from below, I nibbled at her adorable, deep red nipples. What son would suckle while simultaneously fucking his mother to the point of ecstasy? Perhaps only a lecherous guy like me could do that.
My mother's movements on top of me were so fast that I felt I was about to ejaculate from her grip. So I pushed her down onto the bed, keeping our bodies still connected, and grabbed her snow-white breasts with both hands, beginning to thrust my hips relentlessly into her.
I could feel my thick, long penis actively and violently penetrating her cunt. My mother gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her upper teeth bit her lower lip until it almost bled, desperately trying to suppress any moans from the overwhelming pleasure. I bent down again, fucking my mother while exchanging saliva with her, and she passionately kissed me back.
"Oh, it feels so good, God..." Mom turned her face to the side, her eyes tightly closed, involuntarily expressing the overwhelming waves of sexual pleasure. Now I knew Mom was a prisoner of my penis, and I would definitely grab my beautiful mother and fuck her a thousand times over.
"Mom, do you want your son to fuck you every day from now on?" I squeezed Mom's snow-white breasts tightly and kneaded them hard, while my lower body was fiercely ravaging this mother with her unusually sexy body, taking advantage of her uncontrollable pleasure to interrogate her.
"Yes...yes...every day...for your son...to fuck..." Mom was almost unconscious from being fucked, and she could no longer speak in complete sentences. In the intense sex where we could be discovered at any moment, my patience had completely reached its limit.
I began to push the rhythm of my ravaging to the fastest, feeling Mom's honey pot constantly squeezing out lustful fluids under my violent pounding, and her vaginal walls constantly squeezing my penis. Mom's stockinged thighs and buttocks made slapping sounds under my thrusts.
"I can't take it anymore... Mom... I'm almost there..." I managed to squeeze out a few words, telling my mother that I was about to give in. Upon hearing this, my mother immediately hooked her long, black-stockinged legs around my waist, tightly wrapping them around me and pushing my hips forward.
"Shoot inside, shoot inside..." Mom whispered in my ear, those few words becoming my final aphrodisiac. I thrust forward forcefully several times, then with the last slam, I slammed into Mom's vulva with a loud "smack," my ejaculation gushing out of my urethra, an endless stream of my incestuous seed shooting into Mom's tight vagina. Mom's eyes were wide open, tears welling in her eyes, as she pressed my head down and sucked my mouth hard. She continued to kiss me, climaxing in sync with me, her whole body trembling violently, her long, stockinged legs tightly gripping my hips.
Mom's vaginal muscles seemed alive, squeezing my penis from all sides, the pressure almost breaking it, making me go completely blank with pleasure as I ejaculated, the ecstasy rushing up my spine to my brain, making me wonder if I would die from the excessive pleasure.
The amount of semen I ejaculated into her was so large that it kept overflowing from our joined bodies, dripping onto the bed. The climax lasted for several seconds, and I felt my mother's sexy body tremble continuously for just as long, leaving us both dizzy and weak with pleasure.
After the seemingly endless climax finally ended, I lay limp on top of my mother, unable to move, only able to place my hands on her silk-stockinged legs and stroke them back and forth. My mother, also panting, let me lie on top of her, and for a moment we simply enjoyed the afterglow of our climax without moving.
"Mom, was it good?" I finally broke the silence of our panting and asked.
My mother, beneath me, looked at me, her face flushed, and nodded with a barely perceptible nod, then turned her head away shyly. I reached out and cupped my mother's face, turning her gaze towards me, and then tentatively licked her lips with my tongue. My mother knew my intention, and cupped my face in return, kissing me deeply again.
After kissing for what felt like an eternity, I finally got up and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the thick, white fluid that kept flowing from my mother's vulva. She obediently let me wipe her. Once the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had mostly stopped flowing, my mother sat up and took off her thong, which had been torn in one place. She gently wiped my semi-erect penis with the stockings, the feel of them against my skin sending shivers
of pleasure through me. "It's so good..." my mother murmured, wiping my penis with the black stockings, the microfiber smeared with white dye, as she involuntarily praised it. Her large, snow-white breasts swayed slightly like pudding as she wiped my penis—a truly beautiful sight.
"Is it good? Is it big? Bigger than Daddy's?" I asked smugly, seeing how submissive my mother had become.
Mom rolled her eyes at me, initially reluctant to answer. Only after I gently pressed her again did she shyly whisper, "Bigger than Dad, and stronger than Dad..." Satisfied, I cupped her beautiful face in my hands, about to kiss her again, when she quickly pushed me away, saying, "Don't forget your dad's still outside. Hurry up and gather your clothes, get dressed, and go take a shower. Don't let him find out." "Then later..." I asked, my voice questioning, my hands stroking her breasts.
Mom gently brushed away my hands that were caressing her breasts, saying, "Let's get ready first, we'll talk about it later." Then she began cleaning up and getting dressed.
As I dressed, the boundless possibilities of future romance involuntarily surfaced in my mind. What exactly did Mom mean by "we'll talk about it later"...?
[The End]

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