The beauty of mothers

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In January of this year, one weekend my mother told me that she had to go to the provincial capital for a day-long meeting on Monday. I suddenly had the urge to go out with her, so I discussed it with her. We decided to go a day early, since it was the weekend, to explore the provincial capital first, and then she would go to the meeting on Monday. I would wait for her and we would come back together. My mother was initially worried that I would miss my studies because final exams were approaching, but after I confidently assured her that I would be fine and pleaded with her, she agreed. On Sunday morning, my mother and I set off by car. After lunch, I accompanied my mother to the mall. At my urging, she bought a cashmere coat and a wool sweater, and also bought me a down jacket. After two or three hours, the soles of my feet were so sore I could barely walk. Seeing that the rest area next to the mall cinema was empty, I sat down to rest. I suggested going to the movies, but Mom hesitated several times, saying, "Going to the movies is for young people and couples. I'm too old for that." I told her, "Mom, who says only young people can go to the movies? Besides, you're not old at all. In my heart, you're younger and prettier than anyone else." Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're getting sweeter and sweeter, always saying nice things." I whispered to her, "Besides, aren't we a couple now?" Mom glared at me and said fiercely, "Can't you be serious?" Finally, after my persistent pleading, Mom agreed. Because we hadn't planned ahead, we randomly chose a comedy called "Back to 20." After buying tickets, popcorn, and hot drinks, Mom and I went into the theater. I won't go into the details of the movie, but although it was supposed to be a comedy, Mom cried several times during the movie because she saw herself reflected in the characters. I really regretted bringing her to see this movie. But unexpectedly, this movie, which we saw by chance, allowed Mom to see herself and had a huge impact on our future. I am truly grateful to the screenwriter and director of this film, and even more grateful to God for giving me such a wonderful opportunity.
My mother was in low spirits after watching the movie. When I spoke to her, she only gave me half-hearted answers. We had hot pot for dinner, and I ordered many of my mother's favorite dishes, but she remained uninterested. I thought she was still immersed in the movie's impact on her, so I asked her if she was unhappy. She kept saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing." I told her, "Mom, I know the movie made you unhappy, but it's just a movie, it's fiction. Don't worry, I won't be like that son in the movie who sends his mother to a nursing home when she gets old. You are the person I love most, and I will love you and take care of you for the rest of my life, I swear." My mother looked at me and nodded, forcing a smile, and said, "You're still young, so let's say for the rest of our lives. When I get old, I'll go to a nursing home myself without you taking me. I don't want to be a burden. Besides, this isn't what I'm upset about, and I'm not upset at all. Okay, eat up." I wanted to say more, but my mother wouldn't let me speak, urging me to eat. Mom kept spacing out while eating, and I had to call her to wake her up. Just as I was eating like a log, Mom's chopsticks suddenly became active, and she started picking out her favorite dishes and eating them with relish, which left me stunned. After a while, Mom said, "Xiaohui, it's a bit spicy. Let's get two bottles of beer to cool it down." I looked at Mom strangely and asked, "Mom, you're not mistaken? You want beer, not soft drinks?" Mom said while eating, "Yes, that's right, beer." I was even more confused: "You want me to drink alcohol?" Mom didn't even look at me, her chopsticks still busy picking food from the hot pot, and said, "You're all grown up now. You think I won't let you drink outside?" I opened my mouth but didn't say anything, and asked the waiter for two bottles of beer. Because Mom had been spacing out, the meal lasted almost two hours. I only drank half a bottle of beer; Mom drank the rest. I don't know if it was because of the hot food or the alcohol, but Mom's face turned rosy. On the way back to the hotel after dinner, Mom's steps were much lighter than when she went to eat after watching the movie; it seemed her mood had improved.
Back at the hotel, Mom muttered, "Hot pot is delicious, but you smell like a baby afterward. Go take a shower first, I'll rest for a bit." Then she pushed me directly into the bathroom. When I came out of the shower, Mom was leaning against the headboard, resting with her eyes closed. Hearing me come out, she opened her eyes and saw I was only wearing underwear, saying, "Get in bed quickly, don't catch a cold." Then she went to the bathroom. Actually, Mom had already turned on the air conditioner, and the whole room was warm and comfortable. I turned on the TV, stood under the air conditioner vent, letting the warm air blow on my body, and waited until the water droplets on my body dried before getting into bed. A dozen minutes later, Mom came out of the bathroom. She wasn't wearing any clothes; she had a bath towel wrapped around her body, holding the seam of the towel in one hand to prevent it from falling off, and carrying a hairdryer in the other, she walked towards the bed. I had never seen my mother wrapped in a bath towel before. Although her private parts were not visible, her fair neck and shoulders were exposed, and the towel only covered her buttocks, leaving her long, slender legs completely exposed.
My mother walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, her back to me, saying, "Come on, help me dry my hair." I took the hairdryer, plugged it in, and started drying her hair. Although we had been intimate many times before, as I dried her hair, looking at her bare neck and shoulders, I couldn't help but feel aroused. But her hair wasn't dry yet, and I couldn't be too hasty. Just as I was thinking this, my mother suddenly leaned back and nestled into my arms, her faint fragrance filling my nostrils. To my even greater surprise, Mom not only leaned against me but also rested her head on my neck, tilting her face back and reaching her hand to touch my face, saying, "Xiaohui, kiss me." Mom's initiative stunned me, leaving me momentarily speechless. I knew that while she no longer resisted during sex and sometimes even cooperated, she had never been so proactive in asking for intimacy. After a brief moment of surprise, I didn't have time to think further. I lowered my head and kissed Mom's upturned face, quickly finding her lips and kissing her deeply. The moment our lips touched, I felt Mom's passionate response. As I extended my tongue, hers joined mine, intertwining with mine. Mom's hand, which had been clutching the towel to her chest, loosened. Although I was facing away from her, because her body was against me and my head was above her, I could clearly see that as she released her grip, the towel slipped off her body, completely exposing her. She wasn't even wearing underwear. As I kissed my mother, my hands quickly reached to her chest, cupping her small breasts and gently kneading them. My mother leaned against me, tilting her head back, and kissed me for a while. Perhaps her neck was uncomfortable, she gently pushed me away, pulled from my embrace, and lay down on the bed, pulling the towel from under her and tossing it to the floor. I didn't have time to admire my mother's beautiful body; I lay beside her, continuing to kiss her and caress her breasts. I left her lips, tracing the scent down her neck to her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth, licking it incessantly with my tongue and occasionally gently scraping it with my teeth. My mother's reaction that day was much more passionate than before. When we kissed, her arms were tightly wrapped around my neck. As I suckled her nipple, her hands roamed over my hair, exploring it. Her nipple grew larger and harder under my sucking, and her breathing became rapid. As I suckled at my mother's nipple, one hand kneaded her breast, while the other continued its exploration downwards, lingering on her full belly for a moment before slipping through her pubic hair to her vulva. Just as I was about to part her legs, she unexpectedly opened them herself. Overjoyed, I didn't hesitate to slip my hand inside, finding it already wet and slippery. My fingers gently rubbed her labia; she had already released a lot of vaginal fluid, making them incredibly smooth and wonderful to the touch. Seeing her unusually enthusiastic response today, I tried inserting my middle finger into her vagina. This time, she didn't resist, and my finger slid in easily along the fluid. As soon as it entered, she let out a long "Mmm—", quickly closing her legs, but they soon parted again. My fingers continued to explore further; her vagina was truly slippery, tender, and very warm. After my fingers were fully inserted, I began to gently rotate and explore inside, feeling the structure and texture of my mother's vagina. With each movement of my fingers, my mother's body began to tremble slightly, and she emitted captivating moans from her mouth and nose. Her waist twisted gently, and her buttocks rose and fell intermittently. The vaginal fluid increased, gushing out with each movement of my fingers. I looked up and saw my mother's eyes slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, her teeth lightly biting her lip, her brows sometimes relaxing and sometimes furrowing, and her nostrils rapidly expanding and contracting, emitting soft moans of "Mmm... mmm..."
Seeing the alluring expression on my mother's face, I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly got up, took off my underwear, took out a condom I had prepared beforehand from my backpack, put it on, and pounced on my mother's body. As I pounced, my mother's legs automatically parted again, allowing my penis to easily approach her vulva. I adjusted the angle slightly, bringing my penis to the entrance of my mother's vagina and slowly squeezing it inside. Although my mother was already very wet, my penis still felt so tight when it entered. When my penis was fully inserted, with no gap between my lower abdomen and my mother's buttocks, my mother let out a long "Mmm—". At the same time, she grabbed my arms that were supporting her body on both sides, and her legs seemed to spread apart a little more, making it easier for me to thrust in and out. My mother's active cooperation excited me even more, and I no longer cared about being gentle with her, and began to thrust vigorously. As the force and speed increased, Mom's moans grew louder, her grip on my arm tightened, and her hips rose and fell in sync with my movements. Although the coordination wasn't perfect at times, and my penis slipped out of her vagina twice, it felt much better than me doing it alone. Mom's legs spread wider and wider, lifting upwards on their own. After more than ten minutes, both Mom and I were covered in sweat. I thrust my hips and waist with all my might, each time inserting my penis fully into the deepest part of Mom's vagina. The range of motion of Mom's hips increased, and each impact between our bodies produced a "slap...slap..." sound. Mom's moans grew louder, her breathing became more rapid, and her chest heaved quickly. Suddenly, Mom lifted her arm, hooked it around my neck, and pulled me down slightly. I bent my arms, which were supporting me on either side of her body, and pressed my body completely against hers. My head was pressed against her face by her strength. Mom quickly and accurately found my mouth and kissed me. Her tongue skillfully slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine, sucking on each other. We kissed, but the movements of our lower bodies did not stop. Mom's legs were spread wide and raised high, her hips rising and falling with the rhythm of my thrusts. The moans coming from her nose were no longer the single syllables "hmm...hmm...hmm..." but the double syllables "hmm...hmm...hmm..." One hand continued to kiss me around my neck, while the other hand slid down, holding me tightly and groping my back. My mother's initiative in offering a kiss thrilled me, and her multi-syllable moans further aroused my desire. I began to thrust at full speed. As the pace of my thrusts quickened, my mother pulled me closer, her hands flailing wildly over my back. The stinging pain in my back didn't bother me. With each powerful thrust, my mother's entire waist and hips rose high, a long "Mmm—" escaped her nose, and a moment later her body went limp, her mouth separating from mine as she gasped for breath. I continued thrusting for another minute before I too ejaculated, collapsing onto my mother's body, panting.
The room fell completely silent, save for our shared breathing. A few minutes later, my mother nudged me, and I rolled off her, lying beside her. My mother's initiative and cooperation that night filled me with ecstasy. I felt that this was the first time my lovemaking with my mother had reached a state of profound and blissful union.
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