Mom after a short separation

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Having not seen my mother for a week, I naturally longed for the passion of a reunion after a long absence, but I worried that she must be tired from the car ride. Besides, she seemed lost in thought all day, probably because she had just returned from her hometown and was still in a bad mood, so I figured she probably wouldn't agree. Therefore, I didn't think about sex and instead picked up the mop to start mopping the floor. When my mother came out of the bathroom, I was mopping the study. She said from the living room, "Xiaohui, I'm going to the bedroom now." I replied while mopping, "Okay, I know. Go to sleep early if you're tired from the car ride." When I finished mopping the study and went back to the bathroom to rinse the mop, I saw a basin of my mother's bra and underwear on the sink. I was overjoyed; I really hadn't expected to be able to make love with her tonight. Without bothering to rinse the mop before mopping the other rooms, I quickly took off my clothes and started rinsing.
After rinsing, I went into my mother's bedroom. The light was on, and my mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a thin long-sleeved nightgown, drying her hair with a hairdryer. Her lower body was hidden by the blanket.
I went over and said, "Mom, let me blow-dry your hair."
Mom glanced at me, handed me the hairdryer, then moved her back off the headboard, shifted her bottom, and sat with her back to the bed. I took the hairdryer and started drying her hair. Because Mom was sitting with her back to the bed and the blanket was in front of her, her entire back and buttocks were exposed. She wasn't wearing pajama bottoms, but rather flesh-colored underwear. Combined with the faint, fresh scent of shower gel and shampoo emanating from her body after her recent shower, it stirred my desires. But now I try my best to avoid showing my impatience in front of my mother, so I composed myself and continued drying my hair while saying, "Mom, your hair is so beautiful." My mother, with her back to me and not moving, said, "Actually, it's not that great. It's very dry and prone to split ends." Of course, I can only praise a woman, so I continued, "No, it's black and smooth, and it looks beautiful when it's down over your shoulders."
"Do you think I'm perfect in every way?"
"Of course, you're my goddess, my favorite!" I said, both sincerely and somewhat flatteringly.
My mother didn't answer me again. After a moment, she said, "Okay, it's basically dry. I'll stop drying now." After saying that, she used her hands to support herself on the bed and moved her body, then sat back down against the headboard.
I turned off the hairdryer, unplugged it, put it back on the dressing table by the door, and returned to the bedside. When my mother saw me coming, she moved to the inside of the bed to make room for me. I got into bed, lifted the covers, and crawled under the covers. Seeing my mother sitting against the headboard, I sat down next to her, also against the headboard. Mom seemed less tense than usual today; she was calm and didn't try to avoid me, which surprised me. I said to her, "Mom, you must be tired from the car ride. Why don't you get some rest?"
Mom turned to look at me, clenched her fists, and said, "Xiaohui, shall we talk?" Mom's words made me uneasy. I felt something was off about her today, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Now she wanted to talk to me—did something happen to her back home that made her want to change her mind?
With a heavy heart, I said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "When I went back to my hometown, I saw how desperate and heartbroken your aunt and cousin's wife were after losing their child. It was truly heartbreaking."
I didn't say anything, just listened quietly, wondering what I should do if Mom changed her mind.
My mother continued, "When your father passed away, I was also very sad, but I just thought that human life is so fragile. But seeing your aunt and uncle, both elderly, bury their child, is truly unbearable and has deeply affected me. Life is really short, full of uncertainties and unexpected events. If we can't live happily with our loved ones, then everything is meaningless once something unexpected happens." My mother spoke slowly, but her tone sounded weak. I was drawn to her words and turned to listen to her.
Mom sighed, paused for a moment, and then squeezed her hands together tightly again. "Your grandparents passed away when I was little. I never received parental love growing up. After your father passed away, I thought that no matter what difficulties we faced, I would make sure you grew up well and gave you the best. But I never imagined that what you wanted most would be me. Although I promised you before, I really found it hard to accept this relationship. I gave it to you because I made a promise to you, and I was afraid you would do something drastic."
Mom paused again, and my anxious heart pounded once more. She quickly continued:
"What happened during this trip back home made me think a lot. You're now the only person I truly love and cherish. I don't want to regret it later if something really happens. What's the use of regret then? I've seen all the efforts you've made for me, your determination, and the changes you've undergone. I'm quite gratified. Even before, your father probably wouldn't have died for me. So I think this mess has already been made, and there's no way to undo it. So let's try to move on. I'll try to truly accept you and adapt to this relationship." After saying this, Mom let out a long sigh, and her tightly clenched hands relaxed. (Mom actually said much more; I've only written down the core meaning.)
Mom's words made my heart feel like it was on a rollercoaster. First, I thought Mom was going to back out and I fell into a trough, then I was pleasantly surprised and pushed to the peak. I turned to face my mother, grasped her arms, and made her face me as I said, "Mom, it's so wonderful! You've finally accepted me. Mom, don't worry, I will love you dearly, really. I will make you happy."
Hearing my earnest words and declaration, my mother, perhaps still unaccustomed to my intense gaze, blushed and tried to lower her head. I didn't give her the chance, pulling her arms close and leaning in to kiss her.
Her lips tightened slightly, but then relaxed. My tongue easily slipped between her lips and teeth, searching for her tongue. Soon, our tongues intertwined for the first time. Her saliva flowed into my mouth, intoxicating like nectar. I held her tightly, pressing our bodies together, my hands gently stroking her back. After a while, her arms finally wrapped around my back and then around my neck. My mother's response filled me with ecstasy; spring had finally arrived for my mother and me.
I don't know how long we hugged and kissed, but I noticed her breathing became a little erratic. I continued kissing her, one arm around her back, the other reaching down to caress her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas, but I wanted to feel her breasts without any inhibitions. I started unbuttoning her pajamas, and she didn't resist at all, still holding my neck and accepting my kisses.
After unbuttoning her clothes, my hand quickly grasped one of my mother's breasts. The delicate and soft sensation filled me with pleasure, and I unconsciously increased the pressure of my kisses and caresses. After a moment, my mother forcefully broke free from my kisses and embrace, exhaled, wiped her mouth, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I laughed and said to my mother, "Who told you to be so beautiful? I couldn't resist." Although my mother broke free from my kisses, my hand was still holding one of her breasts, and I had unbuttoned all the buttons on her nightgown, exposing her chest and abdomen. My mother quickly realized this and hurriedly tried to cover herself with her nightgown.
I grabbed my mother's hand and said, "Mom, let me help you take it off." My mother was slightly taken aback, her face flushed, and she stopped trying to cover herself. I took the opportunity to take off her nightgown, and my mother quickly lay down and crawled into bed.
But I noticed a red string around my mother's waist and asked curiously, "Mom, what's that on your waist?"
My mother said, "Your aunt asked your cousin to get it from the temple. It's a custom from my hometown. People usually wear it during their birth year to ward off evil and ensure safety, but your aunt insisted I wear it this time." I didn't think much of it after hearing my mother's words. I quickly took off my pajamas and crawled into bed. I continued to hold my mother's breast with one hand and took her other nipple into my mouth. My mother's body trembled slightly. Instead of covering her eyes or mouth as before, she placed her hands on my head. I kept kneading and licking my mother's breasts and nipples.
My other hand, not wanting to be left out, reached for my mother's genitals. This time, her legs weren't tightly closed. My hand groped around her vulva for a moment before moving towards her crotch.
But just as I was about to touch her groin, her legs suddenly clamped shut. She said in a very soft voice, "Can you not touch there?"
I spat out the nipple from my mouth and said, "Mom, please let me touch it, please." My mother didn't say anything more, but her legs remained tightly closed. I tightened my grip and slipped my hand inside, touching her groin. I understood why she didn't want me to touch her; when I touched her groin, I felt that her panties were slightly damp. This was another surprise; I hadn't expected my mother to be aroused so quickly this time.
I immediately withdrew my hand and slipped it inside her panties from the top. My mother seemed to have given up her reserve because her secret had been discovered, and her legs stopped clamping shut. My hand easily reached her labia. My mother's labia were completely soaked, wet and slippery to the touch. I didn't care about anything else; I got up and pulled off her panties. She turned her head to one side, but cooperatively lifted her hips, allowing me to easily remove them.
The blanket had already been pulled aside when I got up, and my mother's naked body was completely exposed to my view. Realizing this, she immediately covered her face with one hand and tried to pull the blanket back up with the other. I held the blanket to prevent her from covering her body, greedily staring at her. Although we had made love before, I always followed her instructions and kept the lights off. Even when I occasionally turned the lights on, she wouldn't let me look closely at her body. My mother
's face was covered by her hand, her hair was scattered on the pillow, and her skin was very white. Her breasts weren't large; because she was lying flat, I could only see slight protrusions. The areolas were about the size of a one-yuan coin, and the nipples were about the size of a soybean, but not dark in color—pink with some black, overall reddish-brown. There was a little bit of fat on her belly, making the red string stand out. Upon closer inspection, I saw two golden beads on it. I asked my mother what the beads meant, and she replied, "They're lucky charms, made of gold. We'll add one every year."
I suppressed my curiosity and continued to admire my mother's body. My mother had many stretch marks on her belly, but I didn't find them bothersome at all. Her vulva was slightly swollen, but not high. The long pubic hair was slightly curled, basically covering the entire swollen part of her vulva, forming an inverted triangle shape, but not very dense. I could still see the skin underneath through the pubic hair. Her legs were tightly closed, so I couldn't see her vulva clearly. Her thighs were full but well-proportioned, her calves were slender, and her feet were small, white, and her toenails were unpainted.
I bent down and reached out to try and separate my mother's legs, but she kept them tightly closed. I pleaded with her, "Mom, please let me see, please, I've never seen this side of you before." My mother covered her face and didn't answer, but her legs slowly relaxed. I gently spread her legs apart, and her genitals finally came into view. However, because her buttocks and legs were on the bed, I still couldn't see clearly. I then helped her curl up her legs to make her genitals more prominent, and finally I could see her vagina.
There were some pubic hairs on both sides of her vagina. Her labia were small and thin, not the legendary butterfly shape, but tightly pressed together. The color was slightly dark, but far from black. Although her labia were closed, there was already a lot of clear fluid on them—my mother's vaginal fluid! I cried out in my heart.
I reached out and gently stroked my mother's labia with my fingers. My mother's body immediately trembled slightly, and she tried to close her legs, but my arm blocked her. I gently parted my mother's labia with my fingers, revealing her vagina. The inside was a delicate pink, glistening with abundant vaginal fluid under the light.
This was my mother's vagina; it was from here that I came into this world. Seeing my mother's vagina for the first time, my heart pounded with excitement. Just as I was about to insert my fingers, my mother said, "Have you seen enough?" Then she pulled her legs away, over my head, and pulled the blanket over herself.
I got up and crawled to my mother's side, flattering her, saying, "Mom, you're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." My mother ignored me, instead covering her face with the blanket.
I rolled over her body, took a condom from the bedside table, quickly put it on, crawled back under the blanket, parted her legs, and pressed myself against her, one hand guiding my penis, ready to enter. My mother suddenly turned her head back, opening her mouth to speak. I immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll be gentle." My mother glared at me, then turned her head away again.
I guided my penis to my mother's vaginal opening and rubbed it a few times, adjusting its position. With a slight thrust of my hips, I slowly slid my penis into her vagina. Although it was already incredibly wet with her juices, it still felt incredibly tight upon entry. My mother let out a soft "hmm" from her mouth and nose. After a minute
or two of slow thrusting, I began to fully insert my penis into her vagina each time, leaving no gaps. My mother's face began to flush slightly, and she covered her mouth and nose with one hand. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't hold back, I want to hear you moan." She didn't respond. Disappointed, I propped myself up again and continued thrusting my penis in and out. As I gradually increased the force, my mother's hand covering her mouth tightened its grip. Suddenly, Mom released her hand from her mouth, and instead of gripping the blanket beside her, she grabbed my arms that were bracing her on either side of her body. Finally, moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." escaped her mouth and nose.
Mom's moans weren't the loud screams of women in movies, nor were they cries of "So good, I'm going to die!" They were as soft and gentle as a kitten's meow, but to my ears, they were like heavenly music, stimulating my brain and nerves. I felt my penis, inserted into Mom's vagina, also being stimulated, becoming even harder. Involuntarily, I increased my speed and force, and my lower abdomen and Mom's buttocks made a "slap slap slap" sound.
Mom's eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flared, and her mouth slightly open, emitting increasingly rapid moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her nipples trembled in the air with the swaying of her body. As my strength and speed increased, her hands gripped my arms even tighter, and her legs automatically spread wider and lifted upwards, allowing me to thrust my hips without hindrance.
I kept thrusting my waist and hips, my penis rapidly entering and exiting my mother's honey pot. Today, my mother was particularly wet, and later, each time I thrust my penis all the way in, it made a soft "plop, plop" sound. This excited me even more, and I thrust in and out with all my might. My mother's moans were still very soft but became more and more rapid, and the sound also grew slightly louder. Her chest heaved, her teeth clenched her upper lip tightly, her brows furrowed, and the hands gripping my arms tightened. After more than ten minutes, my mother's forehead and neck were slightly damp, but I was still thrusting my penis in and out with all my might. Suddenly, my mother's hips lifted up, and the nails on her hands gripping my arms almost dug into my flesh. The moans from her nose and mouth became more rapid: "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Then she let out a long "Mmm~~~~" and her whole body went limp. Although I didn't feel the spasmodic contractions deep within her vagina as described online, nor did I feel a gush of heat from my mother's vagina, I felt that she had orgasmed. I continued thrusting vigorously, and after dozens of thrusts, I finally ejaculated. Due to the prolonged exertion, I collapsed weakly onto my mother after ejaculating, and only our panting could be heard in the room.
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