Imposed into the mother's mind

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Ever since Tim imposed his will on his mother's mind, he stopped approaching her. She began to feel that without her son's penis, she could no longer achieve orgasm.
Alone in her room, she began to have new hopes. She couldn't suppress the desire to make love with her son; at least, being with him, letting him penetrate her, and finding sexual satisfaction was a comfort she had never received. Now, her body craved to be with her son.
However, physical need didn't mean she could fully commit to incest. The will Tim projected onto her made her unable to control her physical desires, yet she couldn't escape moral condemnation. After making love with her son again, she constantly hated herself, feeling immense mental anguish because she couldn't live without him. Yes
, she hated, she loathed, but she couldn't escape it. She couldn't help but think of her son constantly, of that night with him, of everything he had given her, of the orgasms only he could give her.
God, what should she do!
This middle-aged mother knew that in front of her son, she was nothing more than a whore, a shameless bitch.
Everything had developed so quickly. Before the holiday, things were completely different between them. Back then, she was his mother, and he was her son. Today, everything was different. She was no longer his mother, nor did she deserve to be. She had become his person, his plaything.
At night, whenever she lay beside her husband, enjoying the pleasure he gave her, somehow, her mind wasn't filled with her husband, but with her son. Every moan she made felt like it was to moan for her son's sake, every writhing she made felt like it was to please him.
The feeling was too intense. She wanted to lie beside her son every moment, wanted his penis inside her every day, and even hoped that she could wake him up with her honeypot every morning.
She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She felt that no matter how others viewed her, at least she truly wanted to do that.
She couldn't stop thinking about her son. Every time his penis entered her vagina, this middle-aged beauty felt pleasure; whether his hands touched her breasts or explored her genitals, she was captivated and excited by him; as long as her son was inside her, she felt an orgasm would come quickly.
Because of this, every time she had served her son, after he had finished with her, she would strip naked and stand in front of the mirror, staring blankly. She would search for the marks her son had left on her naked body in the mirror, recalling the entire process of their encounter. Often, she would stand in front of the mirror for an hour.
Now, she no longer cared.
She no longer cared whether she was a mother or a son; she only felt like her son's whore, and she would do anything for him anytime, anywhere.
…
Lately, Tim had been frequently visiting Jerry's house; he had found an excuse to do so.
Jenny had also changed; as long as Tim's mother agreed, she would call Tim over. Soon, Jenny noticed something unusual: Jerry would become particularly excited whenever Tim came to her house.
And she, for some reason, would secretly rejoice as well, because each of Tim's visits brought her an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
Although she knew that satisfaction came from her son, she didn't mind. As long as it brought her joy, what did it matter if it was her son?
Whenever Jerry walked towards Jenny, she hated the look in his eyes.
His gaze reminded her of her mother, of her own childhood.
When she was young, whenever she did something wrong, her mother would warn her with a look—a look exactly like the one Jerry was giving her now.
Only, he wasn't her mother, but her son. Why did he look at her like that? Because of this, Jenny disliked it intensely.
Was it because she had changed?
Previously, Jenny was a conservative woman. While many women cheated on their husbands with other men, she disdained such practices because she disliked promiscuity and didn't accept the concept of group sex.
Why would a woman who disliked infidelity suddenly accept her son?
Jerry seemed to have changed too. He trusted Tim implicitly, treating him like his boss, and would do anything Tim asked.
Now, in front of her son, she had lost all her maternal authority. She remembered that time when Tim, from behind, grabbed her son's hand and instructed him to lift her skirt and pull her panties down to her buttocks.
She was so shocked, but amidst her shock, embarrassment, and panic, her vagina was unexpectedly wet. Her son, in front of Tim, played with her fleshy buttocks while forcefully inserting his fingers into her wet vagina…
He actually exposed his mother's genitals in front of a stranger! He actually used his fingers on his own mother in front of outsiders! She was incredibly embarrassed, but she didn't utter a single word. Instead, she stuck out her buttocks, right in front of her son and his friends!
Right in front of her friends, her son spread her plump buttocks, letting them admire everything between her legs, and even inserted his fingers into her vagina in front of them…
She remembers feeling incredibly panicked; she was terrified that outsiders would find out. However, things weren't as bad as she feared. To this day, their affair hasn't been revealed.
Having seen Jenny's naked, plump buttocks and her unusually dark genitals, Tim no longer wanted to ruin Jerry's plans. He had already chosen a more suitable candidate: Jerry's sister, Ais.
Ais was tall but also rather frivolous. However, Tim didn't abandon her because of her frivolity; on the contrary, it was precisely this kind of person that Tim liked. Soon, Ais was in his arms, unwilling to be separated from him.
Tim's mother had long known about Ais's love for him; she had seen it in her son's eyes—she had fallen in love with Tim. Tim's mother was initially unhappy.
And that wasn't all. One evening, as she peered out the window, she saw two figures under the apple tree in her backyard. She knew immediately who they were:
Tim and Ais!
On the ground lay a layer of women's clothing, and her beloved son Tim was lying on it. Standing before him was Ais, that little slut!
It was obvious that the little slut had taken off the clothes in a hurry; it was clear she couldn't wait to devour her son, so she hastily stripped off her clothes and started having sex with him.
"Ah...so good...so good...your...cock...I'm...going crazy..."
The little slut was straddling her son, kneeling on the ground, her hands pressed against his chest. Although young, her buttocks, already full of mature charm, were moving up and down, snow-white and firm. With each rise and fall, she couldn't help but moan. The more vigorously she rose and fell, the louder her moans became.
"Tim...I...uh...so good...ah...so good..."
The little slut moaned and thrust. Tim simply lay comfortably on her clothes, watching her, his hands caressing her ample breasts, kneading them with her movements, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples.
"Ah...ah...so good...so beautiful...it's killing me..."
The little hussy seemed tired, her upper body slumping weakly towards her son, lying limply on his chest, but her round buttocks didn't stop due to fatigue, continuing to thrust up and down.
The sight and sound constantly stimulated the mother's heart; she stared blankly, each thrust of Ais stirring the hunger deep within her. Watching them, her own vulva throbbed, a tingling, itchy sensation she couldn't even discern herself.
"Why not me? Why her?"
the mother thought bitterly, a surge of jealousy rising from the depths of her heart. From that moment on, she hated that little bitch!
"She really is a little bitch, lying on top of Tim like that, she looks like a little female dog!"
The mother cursed incessantly in her mind. She didn't want to look anymore, but her legs were weak, and she didn't want to leave. Her
vagina was wet. It itched, and something was seeping out. She had to reach down and touch herself through her clothes, slowly rubbing those itchy spots. But the more she rubbed, the more uncomfortable it became.
"Oh no, even my vagina is writhing inside..."
"Little bitch! Little slut!"
she cursed incessantly in her mind, her hands rubbing incessantly. The harsher she cursed, the harder she rubbed.
"Ah...ah...oh my god...oh...it's so beautiful...uh...uh...I'm going to lose it...I, I...I'm going to lose it...ah..."
Ais's moans drew her mother's attention again.
It seemed the little bitch was really going to lose it; she was exhausted and couldn't go on. She weakly stood up, knelt in front of her son, leaned over him, and grasped his penis, still wet with her juices, which had just been pulled from her wet vagina. She opened her wanton mouth and took his penis in, continuously servicing him with her mouth.
This scene reminded the mother of herself; almost every time she was with her son, she did the same thing. But what she liked to do, the little bitch liked too!
"She's a complete slut!"
the mother bit her lip and cursed fiercely.
In that little slut's mouth, her son seemed to have reached his limit. The mother thought, "It won't be long before that white, cloudy semen gushes out."
"Will that little slut swallow my son's semen?"
The mother stood by the window, really wanting to see if that little whore would swallow her son's semen.
She secretly prayed: "Please don't let that little slut swallow my son's semen!"
But the mother was disappointed!
As Tim's body trembled repeatedly, Ais didn't show the slightest disgust for Tim's semen as Tim's mother had imagined. Tim's body continued to tremble, and her head was bobbing up and down. It was easy to see that she was trying her best to swallow the semen that Tim was spurting out.
"God, what a lewd little slut! She doesn't even let a man's semen go!"
While the mother's eyes were filled with rage, Tim didn't let Ais continue to pester him. He simply gently helped her up, urged her to get dressed, and, with her reluctance, took her home.
Soon, Tim returned to his mother's side.
The moment she saw her son, the memory of his intimacy with Ais resurfaced, and the lingering bitterness in her heart surged up again.
"What do you want from me? You've got enough of that young bitch! Do you even remember your mother? Go find your little bitch and let that vixen lick you!"
Her resentment had reached its peak, evident in her forbidding her son's intimacy.
Tim knew his mother had seen everything he and Ais had done in the backyard. He knew she didn't hate him; she was simply consumed by jealousy.
That's why he wasn't angry. He said to his mother, "I enjoy being with Ais, but I still prefer being with you. Don't you think about it? You're such a slut, you old bitch. I only sleep with Ais to satisfy you, to make you weak and powerless. See, I'm back now, aren't I?"
With that, he climbed onto his mother's bed and embraced her, kissing her passionately. The moment his lips touched his mother's fair skin, countless nerves reacted simultaneously. Although the time from when she saw her son with Ais wasn't very long, in her heart, it felt like a century. That time was far too long. Her parched heart was now being nourished by her son, and love began to blossom. Countless grievances and jealousy crumbled and dissipated in her son's sweet kisses.
Hearing her son's words, she knew that he had already ejaculated in that little slut Ais's mouth. Now, he would be with her a second time, and this time, he would linger even longer, giving her even greater satisfaction.
Involuntarily, she extended her tongue to meet her son's, and mother and son became one again, unwilling to separate.
"Ugh...no...I'm suffocating."
The long, passionate kiss had truly left the mother almost breathless. Her face flushed, she was panting, but she still held her son tightly in her arms; she would never let him leave her again.
Like dry tinder thrown into a raging fire, the flames grew ever hotter. The scene between Ais and her son had already aroused the mother's desire to the point of being uncontrollable; her blood was boiling with lust.
Now, with her snow-white skin almost entirely kissed by her son's tongue, the fire burned even brighter, and the passion even stronger. The moment her son's hand touched her clothes, she eagerly cooperated, letting him undress her piece by piece.
"Your body is completely exposed to your son!" Although Rona had been naked in front of her son more than once, letting him admire her most intimate parts,
each time his gaze fell upon her, she felt shame, a chill rising from the depths of her heart. And in that instant, the fire intensified, and her juices began to flow.
"Mom, you really are an old bitch, naked in front of your own son, look at your lewd appearance, even your juices are flowing."
"Mmm..." As always, she gently pounded her son's chest, but the juices flowed even more.
"Almost there!" She knew this was the prelude to their encounter. Every time, her son would say such things, and each time she heard him say them, her shame doubled, but her lust intensified, and her juices flowed even more.
Her hands, which had been pounding on her son's chest, suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, pulling him onto the bed. She climbed up naked, straddling him, her plump buttocks facing him. Like a dog, she slowly crawled forward, using both hands and feet.
Tim looked at his mother's deep-colored vulva, his fingers, moistened with the fluid seeping from her opening, pressed hard against her small slit, slowly pushing upwards.
"Mmm..." The moment her son's fingers touched her already erect nipples, a tingling, itchy sensation shot through her restless heart. Her vulva throbbed, and she went weak, forced to lie down between her son's legs. Her tongue darted out, curling around his equally erect, veiny, somewhat ugly but heart-pounding penis. She opened her mouth and slowly swallowed it.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." As her son's fingers kneaded her clitoris more and more forcefully, she let out low moans from the depths of her throat.
Tim looked at his mother's glistening vulva, straightened his finger, and slowly, deeply inserted it into that flowing, wet spot.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." The mother's buttocks swayed up and down, her head also shaking, but her mouth remained occupied by her son's thick, hard penis. Her soft red lips were tightly clamped together, sucking forcefully, quickly withdrawing, and then thrusting in again, reaching deep into the back of her throat...
"Oh...what a wonderful penis..."
As her son's penis slowly penetrated deeper into her body, a feeling of fullness invigorated her, and the jealousy she felt watching Ais having sex with her son completely vanished at that moment.
"You little slut, I'll do my son like this too." Unlike Ais's position, although the mother was also straddling her son, she placed her hands on his legs, her snow-white, plump, round buttocks facing him. She leaned forward slightly to put more pressure on her lower body, and her thrusts became faster.
"Ah...uh...uh...so beautiful...oh...oh...so good...uh...uh...so comfortable...so...good..."
She swayed her hips repeatedly, thrusting in and out of her vagina as it needed, unable to accept the indescribable pleasure as she thrust, constantly uttering intoxicating moans.
"Ah...ah...son, you...ah...ah..."
Just as Tim thrust his lower body forcefully upwards, his mother's cries grew louder: "Harder...harder...thrust into me...so comfortable...uh...uh...uh...uh..."
"Oh, Tim, my love, oh...I...I...can't take it anymore..."
Indeed, amidst her moans, she collapsed weakly onto her son's legs, panting heavily.
"Mom, let me. Let me satisfy you, you slutty woman."
With that, Tim gently laid his mother down on the bed. He climbed up, pulled her beautiful legs up with both hands, and pushed them upwards, pressing them against her breasts. He placed his arms on top of them, his hard, erect penis gently touching and then pressing down on her still-devouring vagina, all his strength concentrated in his lower body. His penis slid rapidly into his mother's vagina.
"Ah..." The pleasurable sensation caused his mother's lower body to arch upwards, then fall heavily back onto the bed.
Thus, the son's lower body continued to slam against his mother's buttocks, filling the room with loud slapping sounds.
"Slap slap slap..."
"Oh...oh...beautiful...ah...ah...it's so beautiful...I'm dying..."
The mutual impact of their genitals made his mother's body bounce back and forth like a ship floating on the sea, her beautiful breasts responding and jerking back and forth simultaneously.
Ultimately, the son, young and full of energy, began thrusting relentlessly from the moment his penis entered his mother's vagina. His penis moved rapidly in and out of her honeypot, sending her soaring to ecstasy and plunging her back to earth. She gasped for breath, moaning incessantly. Her moans encouraged her son, urging him to fuck her even harder.
"Ah...so good...so good...that...big cock...yes...just like that...I'm going crazy...thrust...in...harder...ah...so good...so comfortable...yes...fuck me to death...fuck this slutty...woman to death...fuck me to death...I...am my...son's...bitch..."
Having lost all maternal pride, Rona, consumed by frenzied pleasure, screamed obscene words.
"Yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me...come on...yes...that's it...ah...ah...so good..."
Her cries grew more urgent, her skin hardening. Suddenly, her body tensed, her legs clamping tightly around her son, her snow-white neck stiffening, and she fainted without a sound.
The mother had fainted from excitement. Tim knew this was his mother's climax. He didn't continue thrusting; he simply buried his head in his mother's chest, opened his mouth wide, and forcefully sucked her large breasts into his mouth. At the same time, his tongue teased her erect, firm, purple nipple.
"Oh...Tim, you're so good at fucking, you're making me feel so good."
Finally, the mother awoke.
Tim's lower body rose again, he pulled his penis out of her vagina, and then thrust it in deeply, penetrating deep into his mother's body.
"Mmm...mmm...it feels good again...so good...so thick...so big...Mommy...ah...ah...so good...oh...deeper...yes...it's inside...Mommy's womb...it's inside...it's making Mommy...feel so good...oh...oh..."
Gasping...
groaning...
the bed shaking...
the sound of water...
what an incestuous sonata!
It seems Mommy is going to have several more orgasms...
Being with her son, Mommy both desires and feels embarrassed. She likes her son touching her body, but her son always touches her sexy mother when Jerry or Ais is around. Being touched by her son in front of outsiders is something no mother can tolerate. Her son's actions make her feel even more degraded, like a prostitute, a prostitute selling her body outside.
But embarrassing as it is, in those situations, Mommy is still easily aroused by her son in front of others, making her tremble with excitement. Just as she herself admits, subconsciously, she is a harlot, a shameless bitch of her son!
The easiest proof of her depravity was that every morning, she would sneak into her son's room, climb onto his bed, and prepare to suck his penis, waking him up in excitement. But
today was different. When she went in, she found a girl sleeping naked beside her son—Ais.
Today was different from usual; today, there was a naked Ais in her son's bed. The mother hesitated; she wanted to back out. However, Tim had anticipated her reaction. He opened his eyes and gestured for her to continue doing what she always loved.
Looking at the snow-white, wanton, and youthful body beside her son, the mother felt ashamed and embarrassed, but to her surprise, her lustful heart seemed excited, even yearning.
She looked at her son, and then at Ais beside him. Gritting her teeth, she climbed on top of him, pressing her body against his, and took his swollen penis, which had been erect that morning, into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, silently praying that Ais wouldn't wake up.
As his mother diligently sucked on his penis, Tim remained motionless, only gesturing for her to continue. He quietly enjoyed his mother's oral skills. Even though Ais was still sleeping beside him, he hadn't changed his habits.
To everyone's surprise, the more her mother tried to prevent Ais from waking up early, the more Ais woke up. She opened her eyes and was immediately so shocked that her cherry-like mouth gaped open, forming an "O" shape, unable to close for a long time.
"Oh my god, my God, Tim, is that your mother?" The sight before her was unbelievable, and she cried out in a strange voice.
"Yes, my dear. Why don't you calm down and learn how to give oral sex?" Tim looked at her and said, "You should learn from my mother; her blowjob skills are the best."
Ais couldn't understand why things had turned out this way. She wanted to leave, but she didn't want to. She understood that Tim wanted her to lick his mother, but…
embarrassment was mixed with desire. Although she was already quite old, and giving oral sex to men had become a habit every time she slept next to a man, she no longer felt uncomfortable. However, the thought of doing it with a woman, an older woman, was something she hadn't considered at all. What would that be like?
She really wanted to see, if she could try, maybe…
Her body was still completely naked, all her secrets laid bare before Tim's eyes, and exposed to his mother as well.
Ais didn't get up; her legs slowly braced themselves on the bed, her body sliding apart with each step. The movement of her legs pulled at her vulva, which gripped her sensitive clitoris, rubbing against it. Intense stimulation emanated from the clitoris, a sensation that made her even more reluctant to leave.
She continued sliding on the bed, slowly slipping between Tim's mother's open legs, her hands supporting her still-unchanged slender waist. She extended her small, fragrant tongue, aiming it at the genitals of the middle-aged woman looming above her.
At this moment, the mother was diligently swallowing her son's penis, the masculine scent filling her nostrils and permeating her heart. The smooth glans of his penis stimulated the nerves on her tongue; the more she licked it, the more excited she became. Her vagina was already wet, and vaginal fluids were seeping out incessantly.
Just then, she felt something pry open her already moist labia, burning and slippery, separating the tender flesh inside her vagina, rubbing against the walls, and thrusting deeper and deeper into her body. Instantly, a hazy feeling rose within her; she felt herself floating, an indescribable pleasure intensifying with each insertion, and she began to sweat.
Seeing his girlfriend begin licking his mother, Tim immediately stopped. He pushed his mother's mouth away, preventing her from continuing to suck his penis. He sat to the side, watching Ais with great interest, admiring his mother's shy yet reluctant expression, completely like an outsider, a far cry from the way she had just been letting his genitals be licked.
Ais playing with his mother was on his orders. While commanding her to do so, he had also given her an instruction, implying that she must stop immediately once his mother reached orgasm; she couldn't let her mother achieve an orgasm.
It was a game, and in any game, everyone must abide by its rules. Ais was bound by them, he was bound by them, and even his mother, being the protagonist of the game, was no exception!
His strange idea stemmed from wanting to see what it would be like if his mother couldn't achieve an orgasm.
Besides, he had his own plans. He wanted to act according to his own plan. He not only wanted to play with his mother, who had long been willing to act as his bitch, but also wanted to play with her in an even more ingenious way!
So, he just watched with great interest. He watched his mother's buttocks sticking high in front of Ais, and he watched Ais's tongue slide back and forth in her secret crevice. The little pearl-colored clitoris in his mother's secret crevice bounced constantly under the drag of Ais's tongue.
The game ended before it was over. The excitement in his mother's body continued. Her vagina was itchy, but it could not get further comfort. Now, this middle-aged beauty could only spread her legs and lift them slightly, trying to suppress the burning desire while preparing breakfast for her family.
Just now, when she was licking her son's penis in her mouth, that burning sensation was about to come. Unfortunately, just when it was about to come, her son pushed her away and let Ais, that little bitch, play with her instead.
Honestly, she disliked Ais, and even more so, she disliked having her genitals licked by Ais's tongue, even though Ais's tongue was so skillful that she couldn't resist. Deep down, she still hated Ais. She hated
not only Ais but also herself. Why did she let Ais touch her?
Was she really so lewd that even that little bitch could play with her?
However, she couldn't deny that under Ais's licking, her libido was so high, almost to the point of orgasm.
As usual, her husband and two daughters left home promptly after breakfast. Tim and Ais arrived late, seemingly having just bathed.
Seeing them, the mother's jealousy resurfaced. Although her son had played with her genitals for so long, she had never received the same treatment as Ais: she had never bathed with her son!
At breakfast, she served them attentively, but her son wouldn't even glance at her; only that slut Ais kept staring at her.
Perhaps, even now, she still couldn't believe that Lorna, Tim's mother, would walk naked into her son's room and suck his penis. She still couldn't believe that she had just been on Tim's bed, having sex with her—Timmy's mother!
Thinking of this, Ais blushed.
...
After breakfast, her son and Ais went to school hand in hand.
The mother washed the dishes, tears streaming down her face.
It took her two hours to iron all the clothes. Just as she relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, Tim called from school.
"Mom, could you come to Jenny's house tonight?"
She could hear a noisy commotion on the phone. It was so loud that she couldn't hear him clearly for a moment.
"After dinner?" she asked again.
"Aren't you going home for dinner again?"
Her voice was thick with jealousy and sadness. But with her son making so much noise, she didn't think he'd even notice.
"Yes, I'm eating at Jerry's."
"Is something wrong, Tim?" his mother asked worriedly. "By the way, what gift should I bring?"
"You don't need to bring anything, Mom. Actually, it's nothing important. Ais isn't home, and Jerry's stepfather works late at his workshop. I asked her to stay at her friend's tonight. By the way, Mom?"
"I'm listening, darling."
"Put on your prettiest clothes before you come to their house." Tim finished speaking and, without waiting for his mother's reaction, slammed the phone down.
The son had already hung up the phone. The mother, holding the phone, didn't want to put it down. Several times, she considered calling back to hear his plans, but each time she dialed the number, she put it down. Finally, she put down the phone and settled down to do her housework.
...
After dinner, following her son's instructions, the mother put on her favorite clothes and went to Jenny's house.
Upon hearing the knock, Jerry quickly opened the door for her. He looked her up and down, then turned and called out loudly,
"Tim, your mother's here!"
Then he turned back to her, saying, "Please come in, Mrs. Wilson."
She saw a strange smile on his face.
Tim, upon hearing this, immediately went to greet her with Jerry's mother. He looked at his mother, just like Jerry, scrutinizing her from head to toe, before finally smiling happily.
Today, his mother was wearing her newest dress, which perfectly showcased her most beautiful features: her shapely legs and slender waist. For her visit to Jenny's house, she had clipped her beautiful hair up, wore her favorite stockings, and high heels. She felt
secretly pleased to see her son looking at her with that kind of gaze. She had said goodbye to everyone at the door earlier, but no one in the family had noticed her son's admiring gaze on her clothes.
"Mom, you look so beautiful!"
her son exclaimed sincerely, though his praise betrayed a subtle unease in his eyes.
"Thank you, dear," she said, then greeted Jenny, "Hello, Mrs. Murray."
The two middle-aged women clasped hands warmly. However, Tim's mother noticed Jenny's somewhat displeased, almost dejected expression. Curious, she was about to ask when Jerry suddenly called out,
"Tim, your mother is indeed beautiful and charming, but I think my mother is the most beautiful."
His voice was practically a challenge to Tim.
Why would he say that? Tim's mother was surprised.
"Alright, alright, it's too early for that. Let's stick to our original plan and have a contest." With that, he led the way through the archway of Jerry's house and into the still slightly warm living room.
Jerry walked to the chaise lounge and sat down.
Tim followed suit, sitting down in the same chair.
Just as Tim's mother was about to sit down in a worn-out armchair, Jerry called out loudly,
"Don't sit yet, Mrs. Wilson."
Hearing Jerry's words, she found it strange; such hospitality almost made her laugh. However, when she turned her head, she saw that Jerry's mother wasn't sitting either; she was just standing there, nervously in the middle of the room.
Completely baffled, she cast a questioning glance at Tim.
"Mommy, don't sit down, we've only just begun,"
the two little boys said, laughing.
"Oh, I haven't told you yet, Mommy," Tim added, "It's like this, Jerry kept insisting that his mother is much prettier than you, and I wasn't convinced, so we made a bet."
Jerry chimed in, "Mrs. Wilson, Tim is right, you do have a pair of big breasts."
Unable to believe the boy would say such a thing, Tim's mother blushed deeply, her legs slightly weak. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and slap her son's friend.
"But look at your mother's ass. She's obviously not as big as my mother's. My mother's ass is not only big, but also round, plump, and thick."
"But I don't think so." Tim jumped up from the chaise lounge. Staring at Jerry, he said defiantly, "However, arguing like this isn't going to solve anything. In the end, you have your reasons, and I have mine."
He looked at the two women standing in the room and said with a smile, "I think the best way is to let them compare."
Just as Tim's mother was about to speak, Jerry started shouting.
"Let's compare then. Mom, take off your clothes. I'm sure you're prettier than Tim's mother, whether it's your big ass or your little asshole, they're much prettier than hers."
What kind of talk was that!
Despicable!
Vulgar! Obscene
!
As a son, to ask his mother to take off her clothes in front of outsiders...
speechless, shame and anger were already showing on her face.
However, Jenny was completely unmoved by her son's words. With an air of nonchalance, she reached for her buttons, one by one, and began to undress herself in front of herself and the two little boys!
"Stop for a moment, Mrs. Mera,"
Tim called out, stopping Jenny from taking her clothes off further.
Jenny obediently stopped; the buttons below her navel were still fastened, her bra completely exposed to everyone.
Jerry was a little annoyed, glaring at Tim, but he held back his anger.
Tim turned away, ignoring his friend's expression. He said seriously, "Since they're going to take all their clothes off, why not play something new? Why don't we just let them be models!"
Now, the mother finally understood why her son had brought her here. They wanted to embarrass her here, to have her and Jenny have a naked public display!
She couldn't imagine how she would feel if she were naked in front of them, letting them comment on her buttocks and her anus!
That place was a woman's sanctuary; only in the darkness, in front of her beloved, could she feel at ease. Now, she couldn't believe her son would treat her like this!
In an instant, shame filled her heart. She was furious at her son's complete disregard for her dignity, and wanted nothing more than to rush out the door and run home.
Her expression spoke volumes; she didn't need to tell her son directly. She believed he would understand, and she believed he would understand her.
But to her great sorrow, her son seemed oblivious to her anger. He waved his hand in the air, shouting, "Ladies, please turn around slowly in front of us."
As if bound by an invisible force, Jenny slowly turned.
Tim's mother didn't want to do this, but she found her legs wouldn't obey her commands. Instead of running away, she followed Jenny, slowly turning in front of the two boys.
"Stop!" Tim commanded the two women.
The two middle-aged women obediently stopped, turning their backs to their sons.
"Now it's time to show off your beautiful buttocks," Tim said. "Bend over until you can touch your toes with your hands."
Now it was Tim's mother's turn to shine. She bent over effortlessly, grasping her toes with both hands. Jerry's mother, however, couldn't compare; she could only barely touch the back of her knees.
Even though she was bent over, Tim's mother could still turn her head to look at Jerry's mother, who was struggling to stay upright, tears silently welling in her eyes and falling to the ground like pearls.
"Look, Tim, did you see that? What do you think?"
Jerry's tone sounded proud.
"I have to admit, your mother does have a big ass."
Tim sounded nonchalant, but his mother could sense a hint of frustration in his voice.
Hearing her son so appreciative and praising another woman's ass as her own, she felt a surge of resentment. Although she admitted Jerry's mother was younger, she was confident she was far more attractive. She knew
Jerry's mother well; she knew everything about her. Judging from her gait, she was an uncultured, uncultured woman. She walked like a puppet, a puppet led by strings!
The mother touched her own buttocks, pulling at her clothes up to her waist.
"Oh, your mother is truly a sexy woman!"
Jerry's eyes gleamed, and he unconsciously whistled.
Tim didn't comment, but seeing his mother's open behavior, he genuinely smiled.
"Mom, since Tim's mom pulled her clothes up, you should pull them up too and show your butt!"
Jerry, not wanting to be outdone, instructed his mother, hoping she would imitate Tim's mother and display her genitals.
Not hearing Jenny's voice, Tim's mother turned to look at her. Over her shoulder, the mother's heart trembled. So…
so Jerry's mother's genitals were completely exposed; her panties had already been removed, and now, with her outer garment pulled up, her entire snow-white buttocks were nakedly exposed to the two boys.
Tim's mother's heart skipped a beat. God, what was she doing?! How could she be so shameless!
Although it wasn't her, seeing Jenny's shameless appearance, her face immediately turned red.
"Mom, you hate her shamelessness, but subconsciously, you're also a shameless person."
She heard her son's voice in her ear, her mind suddenly went blank, but after a moment of confusion, she regained her senses.
"Now, she's completely exposed her genitals. Mom, you should take off your panties too, let Jerry admire your cunt, let him know you're more lewd than his mother."
Her son's voice still echoed in her ears.
"No, Mom isn't that lewd!"
her mother cried out inwardly, her mind struggling against her son's words. One voice said, "I can't bear that kind of shame, I can't take it off, I mustn't take it off!"
But another voice seemed to protest, "Since she can do this for her son, can't I also dedicate myself to my son?"
The inner struggle yielded no results, and her whole body began to heat up.
A burning desire raged within her, growing ever stronger, blurring her senses. Jenny's plump, white buttocks swayed before her, as if defying her, condemning her incompetence and cowardice. She couldn't control herself anymore; her hands slowly reached behind her…
No longer thinking, her mother reached behind her again, touching her panties, and pulled them down. With a "whoosh," her panties slid off her buttocks, all the way down to her ankles.
"Wow! Tim, your mother's taken her panties off too! Look, her asshole, and her pussy, how beautiful! Turns out she's even more slutty and wanton than my mother."
Jerry whistled again.
"Look at your mother, how wanton! We don't even need to tell her; she's already eager to show off her cunt!"
Jerry's words jolted Tim's mother awake. Shame and panic mingled within her; she desperately wanted to pull up her panties and escape this obscene place.
A burning desire, fueled by shame, surged within her, making her itch all over, spreading towards the place exposed to the two boys. She could already feel her aroused vulva becoming slightly damp.
A gentle breeze caressed her labia, like a tender lover gently stroking her clitoris. Her vulva itched, her clitoris itched, and the stimulation from her labia intensified the itch.
Excitement and shame were indistinguishable; they intertwined and entangled, slowly rising from the depths of her heart. In the midst of shame and excitement, she suddenly hated those who had created such lewd positions for women.
The wind continued to blow softly, and her anus felt a chill. Mother knew that the two boys could easily see there! They could easily see her labia and vulva!
Thinking of this, Mother's vulva heated up again, and more lustful fluid seeped out.
Beside Tim's mother, Jenny remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the ground, her numb face utterly indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
"Now, the result is obvious, but the competition must continue,"
Jerry said excitedly.
"Yes, although the color, fullness, curves, and tenderness of the two mothers' buttocks are enough to correctly determine the result, that's not enough. We need both mothers to use their own hands to separate their two thick buttocks, and we'll begin comparing the quality of their anuses."
Her son's words struck like thunder, heavily impacting the mother's heart, almost shattering her fragile soul. The mother's hands trembled, her legs trembled, and even her entire body trembled in the slight evening breeze.
Beside her, Jenny remained unchanged, her face filled with numbness. However, she didn't object; her hands had already begun to reach back, pressing against her round buttocks.
As if urged on by something, her competitive spirit suddenly intensified, and she felt a sudden urge to avoid embarrassing her son. The mother's hand quickly reached behind her, pressing against her slightly cool buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart.
"Hahaha, only our mothers are so great at spreading their assholes open for their sons to admire,"
Jerry said cheerfully, no longer bothering to analyze whether his words were praise or sarcasm.
Because neither of the boys had time to think; they were only focused on their mother's spread buttocks and exposed anus.
"Mom, your asshole is so beautiful,"
the mother heard her son say, recognizing his voice as he stood behind her. Unable to discern whether it was excitement or shame, the muscles around her anus suddenly went numb, and she quickly clenched her already spread opening tightly.
"Yes, Mom's anus is not only beautiful, but also very sensitive."
"Of course, Mom is Mom. Look, my mom's anus is opening and closing," Jerry said proudly. "Tim, look, there are a few hairs around my mom's anus."
"Yes, there really are a few hairs."
Just as her son's voice rang out, the mother heard Jenny hum softly. Then, her anus was brushed by fingertips, and the tingling sensation spread throughout her body again.
She shuddered and let out an "Oh," her vagina suddenly warmed up again.
"Jerry touched my anus!"
The mother's head spun, and an even stronger sense of shame rose up. However, her vagina warmed up again, and she knew that her vaginal fluid was flowing out again.
"My mom's anus looks smooth and symmetrical. I think it's my mom's vagina that's beautiful."
Just as her son's voice rang out, the mother's anus tingled again, and her body trembled.
Yes, Jerry couldn't object to Tim's opinion. Before his eyes, the anuses of both middle-aged women were completely visible. Tim's mother's anus was smooth and tightly closed, with countless folds evenly distributed around the opening; his own mother, however, had a soft, muscular bulge that ruined the overall beauty of her anus. Only a few fine hairs scattered around that brown muscle gave it a unique charm.
The mother felt like she had only an empty shell; her heart had flown away. Numb and tingling, it felt like a long time had passed. Her back ached, and her legs were tense, starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Alright, Mother, Mrs. Murra, you can stand up now."
The two mothers quickly straightened their upper bodies and breathed a soft sigh of relief.
"Please turn around, Mothers,"
Tim gave another command.
Upon hearing this, the two women could only turn their bodies in silence, though the mother's underwear around her ankles made her steps falter slightly.
As her hands relaxed, her skirts fluttered down, and the mature, plump buttocks of the two middle-aged women disappeared beneath her evening gown.
Jerry seemed still reveling in the previous encounter. Tim's mother glanced over and saw a small tent erect in his genitals. The tent seemed to be telling the two women of its excitement.
The mother hadn't seen her son's genitals clearly; she didn't know if he, like Jerry, was speaking to them with his genitals.
But she knew that the exposure had stirred her own depraved desires.
Jerry pointed a finger at Tim, proudly declaring, "Round one, my mother wins!"
He gave his mother a smug smile, but Jenny refused to look at her son. She stared blankly at the wall before her, as if it held countless mysteries.
"Perhaps. But I still think my mother's buttocks are much rounder than your mother's."
Tim showed no disappointment; his voice remained cheerful.
The two boys then began to discuss their mothers' earlier actions with obscene language, as
if they were the only two present.
"You mean the beauty of buttocks isn't part of our bet?" "
Even so, it's hard to say which is better," Tim said. "Didn't you just admit that our mothers' buttocks each have their own unique charm?"
Hearing her son's words, the mother felt a sudden surge of emotion. She felt proud that her son was protecting her in every way.
"Then let's not count it." Jerry paused, looking at the two women before him for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject.
"Mom, expose your breasts, let us admire your nipples."
The mother felt a pang of panic, but the ensuing sense of depravity aroused even greater pleasure. She turned to look at the dazed Jenny, quietly awaiting her response.
Just now, Jenny's blouse was down to just two buttons, her bra completely exposed.
She reached for those two buttons, unbuttoning them one by one, then pulled the blouse down from her shoulders, letting it slide lightly to the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and removed the bra covering her breasts; it slipped off to the floor as well.
Now, she stood naked in the cool room, wearing only shoes, under three pairs of gleaming eyes, as they judged her breasts.
"Your mother's breasts are too small!"
Tim exclaimed.
That was his mother's opinion too; looking at Jenny's chest, she shared the same assessment as her son.
As a middle-aged woman, Jenny's breasts were indeed too small, and they were beginning to sag slightly.
At first glance, where breasts should have been erect, there were only two sheets of skin, like two heavy sweet potatoes hanging underneath.
"See? My mom's breasts aren't too bad, are they?"
Jerry tried his best to defend his mother.
Tim turned to his friend, looking smugly at him, and asked, "Have you forgotten? You once told me that my mom's breasts were the most beautiful in town. Now, I'm going to prove it to you."
He then turned to his bewildered mother and simply nodded.
With her son's nod, the mother felt herself split in two again. Her thoughts, no longer under control, shamelessly pulled open her clothes, stripped off her upper body, leaving her only in stockings and high heels, shivering slightly in the cool breeze. As she trembled, she removed her bra, and her two firm breasts were immediately exposed to the two boys.
"Oh..."
Jerry whistled again, his head leaning towards Tim's mother's chest, his eyes fixed on her breasts, so intently that one worried his eyeballs might pop out.
"Oh... Tim, I think we don't need to compare anymore. I have to admit, your mother's breasts are the most beautiful breasts in our town!"
Hearing Jerry's words, Tim's mother involuntarily arched her back slightly, straightening her shoulders at the same time. Rona's breasts appeared even firmer and more alluring!
Jerry looked at his friend with disappointment and asked, "Tim, may I play with your mother's breasts?"
He wanted to play with her body, but instead of asking her opinion, he asked his son. The mother felt a chill run down her spine.
She looked down on her son's friend; she didn't want his hands to touch her body. So, she nervously looked at her son, truly unsure what answer he would give Jerry.
Tim thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Don't even think about it," he said, reaching out and pinching his mother's two hardening, erect nipples with two fingers
. "These are mine, and no one can play with them first." "Then, let's make a deal. If you let me play with your mother's breasts, I'll let you have sex with my mother first." Jerry's eyes held a hint of despair, but he still asked unwillingly, "I'll play with her for as long as you have sex with her. Tell me, is that fair enough?"
Hearing Jerry's words, Rona was shocked. This young man was actually exchanging her mother's body for someone else's!
Her body trembled even more violently. She was worried that if her son agreed to his terms, she would...
"You wish! Let me tell you the truth, if I want to have sex with your mother, I can have sex with her anytime, anywhere. You want to exchange your mother's vagina for mine? No way!"
Jerry's words had already greatly shocked Rona, but her son's words shocked her even more. Her body trembled even more violently, and an unbearable anger surged up from her heart.
Although she had no reason to be angry with her son, she was very resentful. At home, she was already her son's toy; he could play with her however he wanted, and she could only obey, never refusing once. She thought her son would love her, and hoped that her son's heart would only have room for her.
Seeing him and Ais so affectionate, she was consumed by jealousy. But they were young, and young people should have their own world. So, she had no choice but to accept reality.
She couldn't believe that Jenny, already quite old, was now just like her, a plaything in Tim's hands.
What right did she have!
Just then, her son spoke again.
"Besides, if you want me to sleep with your mother, why can't I sleep with my own?" "
My God, Tim…"
It was Lorna's voice, weak and strained.
Lorna had intended to say something to her son, but when she saw his clenched fists, his teeth bared, and his furious glare at Jerry, she suddenly stopped.
Tim paid no attention to what his mother was saying; he was only focused on glaring angrily at Jerry.
"What? Tim, you bastard, you mean you've already slept with my mother?" Jerry stared at Tim in astonishment, asking, "When did you sleep with her?"
"I don't understand what you mean, Jerry. You mean when?"
Looking at Tim's crooked smile, Lorna felt sorrow, frustration, and disappointment.
A cool breeze blew over her, and she suddenly felt a chill run through her body, not from fear, but from a sudden wave of cold. She had to cover her breasts with one hand and press the other against her pubic mound, which was covered in thick, dark hair.
But Tim stopped her. He pushed his mother's hand away, his two fingers still pinching and pulling at her nipples, as if demonstrating against Jerry.
"Mom, you let Tim sleep with you?"
This time, Jerry wasn't asking Tim. He looked at his mother, Jenny, and asked loudly.
"Yes, my son, your mother has indeed been with Tim."
Jerry's mother nodded calmly, facing her son's accusing gaze, and said slowly as she nodded. "Mom thinks many people have been with your mother, but only when Tim was with me did I feel the most comfortable."
Then, she added, "Whenever Tim wanted to be with me, I would take off my clothes and lie in front of him to let him do it. I was willing to do anything for him to do it."
Hearing his mother's words, Jerry trembled with anger, his face flushed red, and sweat dripped from his face, sliding to the ground. He was breathing rapidly. Lorna was very worried; she was afraid that Jerry would pounce on her son and fight him.
Like a fighting rooster, Jerry glared at Tim, and finally, he suddenly turned around and ran out.
A moment later, Lorna heard Jerry slam the door shut.
In an instant, everyone seemed to be stunned, and no one said a word. After a long while, Tim finally spoke, "Not bad, really interesting."
Surprisingly, his tone was so calm, as if nothing had happened. The mother was stunned.
"Mom, Mrs. Murra wants to make love to you."
Rona looked at the naked woman standing beside her, younger than herself, in surprise, not understanding what was happening.
"She's never done this before, so her skills might not satisfy you, Mom. Please be patient."
Before her son could finish speaking, the mother felt a pair of soft hands gently around her shoulders. Suddenly, she understood; her son wanted her and Jenny to engage in lesbian relations.
As the mother realized this, soft lips were already kissing her neck, and at the same time, the energetic woman pressed her naked body against hers, slowly teasing Rona's desire with her soft, warm skin.
When Lorna was fully awake, Jenny gently pulled her down onto the carpet. Then, she reached out and began to fondle the part of her body that only her son and husband could usually touch. It
was almost like a dream. Jenny's lips lightly touched Lorna's neck, kissing her smooth, soft belly repeatedly. Her other hand held Lorna's nipple, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, sometimes twisting, sometimes pulling, constantly busy. Her little tongue
roamed over Lorna's smooth belly, kissing her all the way to her slightly raised mons pubis, which was densely covered with pubic hair. Then, the tip of her tongue gently teased the dark hair, rolling it into her mouth. Her soft lips squeezed tightly together, and she slowly pulled her head up, the hair in her mouth slowly slipping out between her lips as her head rose.
A moist, warm tongue gently touched Rona's snow-white skin, lightly teasing her desire. Her pubic hair stung slightly from the pull, but that insignificant pain fueled her burning lust. In the heat of this intense desire, she had to arch her lower body upwards, moaning.
"Oh...oh...ah...ah..."
Amidst Rona's moans, Jenny's small tongue had already stimulated the nerves in her legs, then lightly kissed her secret slit.
"Ugh...ugh...Jenny, you're so...good...at...I...I...ah..."
Unlike men's lovemaking, only a woman can truly understand a woman's needs. As Jenny's lips sucked on her tiny clitoris, Rona's juices flowed freely. She shook her head, twisted her waist, and moaned incessantly, as if only in this way could she truly express her pleasure.
"So beautiful...it's killing me...ooh...ooh...Jenny..."
She never imagined her body would writhe beneath another woman, nor did she ever imagine the excitement she would feel with another woman. Everything was something she had never experienced before!
Amidst Rona's moans, Jenny's tongue had already entered her small, fleshy opening, like a man's penis, moving in and out repeatedly. Then, her tongue retreated back into her secret crevice, still pressing and rubbing her soft red lips together, her tongue tip teasing, swirling around the clitoris and sliding against the hard vulva. Her fingers also slowly inserted into Rona's overflowing, wet opening...
"
Oh...oh..."
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Rona cried out without restraint, her lower body writhing up and down under the teasing of the other woman's tongue and fingers.
Something soft pressed against her calf, a cool sensation seeping into her stockings, and then that soft thing moved back and forth, clinging tightly to her stockings.
It was Jenny's vaginal fluid! Rona knew that the young middle-aged woman was masturbating with the stockings on her calves, endless vaginal fluid seeping from her vulva, soaking her stockings.
"Ugh..."
Just after Jenny inserted two fingers into her vagina, a long sigh escaped her lips, her body stiffened, and her consciousness seemed to float away in an instant...
Her first orgasm, under Jenny's patient teasing, lasted for a very, very long time.
As she slowly recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, Jenny had already climbed on top of her, pressing her two sagging breasts tightly against Rona's two soft yet firm mounds of flesh, and the two began to rub against each other, wet with sweat.
"Ah...ah..." Moans came from Rona's mouth, and also from Jenny's mouth.
"Ugh...ugh..." The pleasure from the constant rubbing of their nipples, the up-and-down movement of their genitals, the sensation of their thick, wet pubic hair pulling at each other—wave after wave of pleasure—constantly assaulted the hearts of the two women lost in the passion of lovemaking.
"Oh..." Rona's hands tightly embraced Jenny, her lower body pressing tightly against hers...
Another climax arrived, and at the same time as Rona, Jenny also reached her climax amidst trembling.
Half an hour passed, and Tim remained seated on the sofa, quietly enjoying the performance of the two middle-aged beauties. Since he had seen his mother masturbate in front of him a few weeks ago, this was the most exciting time for him.
Unexpectedly, a small hint could make these two insatiable middle-aged women break through all barriers, allowing them to fully enjoy the pleasure of women playing together.
Although his gaze remained fixed on the two oblivious women, his primary focus was still on his mother.
Under the relentless ministrations of the woman straddling her, Lorna was on the verge of collapse. She had never imagined that women engaging in sexual intercourse could be so wonderful!
Although she had experienced her first orgasm with her son, she always felt an invisible fear and oppression when facing him. Most of the time, she was merely a passive recipient of his pleasure, letting him release his pent-up desires. But now? A strange joy filled her heart. The orgasms she experienced with another woman were pleasurable and truly intoxicating.
Beneath her son, she could only submit, sometimes even experiencing a stinging sensation. Compared to Jenny, she felt much more at ease.
She was intoxicated, lost in ecstasy. At this moment, she no longer had a husband, no longer had a son, only waves of pleasure washing over her. Just then, she suddenly heard her son's voice.
"Mom?"
He had seen her wanton appearance. When she faced her son again, she felt embarrassed but also excited.
"Is something wrong, my dear?"
she asked breathlessly.
"Come on, Mom."
She turned her head and saw her son still sitting on the sofa, motionless, but his penis was already rock hard, sticking out from his underwear.
The mother knew her son couldn't take it anymore and wanted her. For a moment, she forgot about Jenny; a new urge surged within her.
At this moment, Jenny was limp and unable to move, simply lying on top of Rona, her chest heaving and her nostrils flaring.
Rona also felt exhausted, but when her son wanted her, she didn't know where the strength came from, and gently pushed Jenny down, supporting herself on her knees and hands, truly like a female dog, trembling as she crawled towards her son.
Tim remained motionless, simply watching his mother crawl on the floor, watching her forcefully pull herself up onto the sofa, struggling to climb onto him, then spreading her legs, positioning her vagina against her son's penis, and slowly sitting down.
Tim held his penis in his hand, looking at his mother's wet, secret place, keeping it pointed at her. As his mother pressed down, his penis was slowly swallowed by her vagina.
"Oh...so beautiful...so beautiful, Mommy!"
she screamed loudly, the pleasure of his penis slowly prying open the walls of her vagina slowly taking over her heart...
Now, his mother no longer cared who was having sex with her, nor did she want to know who else wanted to have sex with her. As long as she could continue to enjoy the pleasure she had now, as long as she felt happy, she didn't care about anything else.
She straddled her son, her snow-white body swaying up and down. With each thrust, her son's enormous penis moved in and out of her small, fleshy vulva. Her son slightly raised his upper body, opened his mouth, and teased his mother's nipples, much larger than Jenny's, with his tongue. Sometimes he pulled them forcefully into his mouth, sucking and licking them fiercely. Sometimes he gently bit them with his teeth, the feeling of being devoured spreading through her heart like countless ants crawling, reaching the depths of her soul. "
Son, my good son, you've practically broken every bone in my body, you've stirred every nerve in my body!"
The mother cried out inwardly. With each whispered cry, a hazy, soaring, floating pleasure washed over her…
Orgasm! The orgasm the mother had dreamed of had returned! "
Come on, my son, fuck me! Fuck your slutty mother to death!"
I want your love. I'll do anything you ask.
As long as you fuck me, as long as you love me, I'll always be your slutty bitch…
Rona reached an unprecedented climax amidst her inner screams…

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