Yanmu Travel Photography

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"Ah ha~ um~ ah~ um~ why~ ah~" "Son... son~. Why~. Ah~. Um ah~." Those words, filled with confusion and moaning, echoed in the motel room. A beautiful young woman knelt on the bed, her slender legs, clad in lace black fishnet stockings, bent over. Her hands were pinned behind her back by a boy, and her buttocks were forced to receive the thick, hard penis that was penetrating her body. She frantically twisted her small waist, which was covered by a sexy corset, back and forth. Because of the passion, the woman also lost control and shook her head with her big, wavy hair. Excited and ashamed, she was forced to immerse herself in the sounds of slapping and slapping in the carnal desire... "Son! You're in high school now. Have you joined any clubs?" One day, my mother asked me with a lovely and charming smile across the table at breakfast. Her long eyelashes, high nose, fair skin, and slightly fragrant lips made my eyes stare at her face. "Hmm, I'm interested in photography, so of course I'd join the photography club! It's a pity cameras are too expensive; I'm a high school student and can't afford one. If I had a camera, I think I could take lots of great photos!" Her face showed utter helplessness. "Oh, I see~ Okay, Mommy understands~" "You only have Mommy as your mother~ Mommy will figure something out~" After saying that, my mother smiled and began clearing the table. I moved to the sofa, my eyes still fixed on her as she cleared the table. She was wearing a white spaghetti-strap tank top and a red plaid kilt. As she wiped the table, her 32D breasts swayed, her cleavage appearing even more pronounced with each movement. Because the table was large, she climbed onto it, wiping it in a doggy-style position. Shifting her position, she inadvertently turned her back to me. Due to the short skirt and her movement, she unwittingly revealed what lay beneath: black panties. The contrast between the black and white fabric of her panties and her vulva was striking, perfectly showcasing the alluring shape of her labia… I swallowed hard, stunned. My mother turned around, noticing my blank stare, and smiled, urging me, “Stop thinking about it! I had some money when I divorced your father. I’ll use that to buy you something. Hurry up and go to class, you’ll be late!” After I came to my senses, I immediately thanked my mother and wanted to rest on the sofa a little longer. This was because the sexually arousing images had created a large tent in my pants, which I was trying to cover up with my backpack to prevent my mother from seeing it and feeling embarrassed. In addition, I actually wanted to continue enjoying the beautiful scene before me and have a spiritual communion with my mother in my mind. Then, after he finished wiping the table and went into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to quickly slip out of the house to avoid being discovered of my illicit intentions. On Saturday, my mother gestured for me to go shopping with her at the department store. My mother was very young when she gave birth to me, and she is only in her early thirties now. Her appearance and dress are those of a typical young woman. Today, she wore a plaid shirt with a great fit and a bright white skirt, which showed off her beautiful and curvaceous figure. She wore riding boots on her smooth, fair legs, which made her most confident. She also wore false eyelashes and slightly smoky eye makeup, which made her look youthful. Seeing her like this, even I, a 16-year-old boy who had never had a girlfriend, felt a burning desire to pursue her. We went to the electronics floor of a department store in the East District. My sharp eyes immediately spotted a counter from a major international manufacturer selling cameras. There was a display and we could try them out. I dragged my mother inside to test the equipment. I asked her if I could take some test shots and then review the results on my computer at home to see which camera had better image quality. My mother immediately bought me a memory card. After I put it in the camera, I said to my mother in a sweet voice, "Mommy~ can I be your model? That way I can see the results when I take the pictures back home, and besides, only your son can see them, so it should be okay, right?" My mother was initially shy and wanted to refuse me, but without a word, I picked up the camera and started taking pictures of her. Women always love to look beautiful, and seeing this, my mother naturally struck some poses for me to take pictures of, although her movements were very stiff. Fortunately, there were some furniture decorations in the appliance store, which allowed my mother to lean against them and, following my instructions, strike some rather alluring poses. I don't know how many photos of her cleavage I collected that day. I also noticed that other men present were secretly taking pictures of my mother with their test cameras. Because she is quite tall, about 173cm, they probably thought she was a showgirl hired by the appliance store. Unfortunately, none of their cameras had memory cards, so these photos are only for me to enjoy. Then I pulled my mother to the small DC section, which is the display area for point-and-shoot cameras, and gestured for a salesperson to come over. While my mother was asking the salesperson about the camera prices, I secretly inserted the memory card into the small camera. I then pretended to be tying my shoelaces and squatted down, holding the test camera, and secretly took many pictures of my mother's open legs from below upwards towards her vulva. Because the music in the store was very loud, it drowned out the sound of my shutter. When I felt I had taken enough pictures, I stood up and told my mother that we would decide after looking at the photos at home. On the way home, I asked my mother if she wanted to see the photos I had taken. She shyly replied, "Just keep the good ones for me to see; delete the bad ones." Of course, I made sure to organize my collection properly when I got home. There were quite a few sexy photos, including many that showed too much skin. The glimpses under her skirts were truly astonishing and delightful. The camera's high resolution and image quality far surpassed anything I'd seen with a cell phone. The skin at the base of her thighs reflected a milky white, moist sheen. And perhaps because of walking, it looked as if her labia were gently biting her white panties, which were slightly tucked inside, revealing a clear cleavage – very beautiful! Later, I picked out a few particularly alluring photos to show my mother. She was overjoyed. What woman doesn't love beauty? Especially when she takes good photos, she keeps praising me for taking them. Of course, I quickly and sweetly reciprocate by saying it's because Mommy is young and beautiful. She was very happy with what I said and then asked if we could buy this camera tomorrow. Of course, Mommy said yes. Then I asked Mommy to dress nicely tomorrow so I could take more beautiful photos of her. Mommy was also attracted by the photos and promised, "Okay~ Please take more beautiful photos of me~" On Sunday, we went back to the appliance store. Today, Mommy followed my advice and wore a deep V-neck white tight-fitting top with a red cardigan over it. She wore a black lace cake skirt that was 30cm above her knees, black thigh-high stockings, and black high heels. Mommy's hot curves and beautiful legs were on full display. When we went up the escalator, I deliberately stood behind Mommy to avoid any exposure. It goes without saying that the number of men who stared at Mommy on the way in the busy area was huge. Upon arriving at the store, my mother and I started taking photos with the camera. Following my instructions, my mother struck various alluring poses. Of course, whether she exposed herself was up to me, and she didn't know it. The store staff didn't stop us because our actions attracted many customers, increasing our clientele. I deliberately used certain movements to subtly expose my mother's breasts and labia, just for a moment. After focusing and taking close-up shots, I quickly had my mother change poses to avoid offending the men watching. After we finished shopping, my mother was even approached by a student in uniform while walking on the street. The student seemed to be around my age. I quickly took my mother home to organize the photos to prevent her from being preyed upon, and handed her the "homework"—of course, it wouldn't contain any suggestive photos. After looking at the photos, she blushed slightly and said, "I didn't know I could be this beautiful~" I replied, "Of course~ Mommy is the sexiest and most beautiful~" Having obtained the private photos, I often played them on the computer in my room at night and masturbated to relieve my needs by looking at those photos. I ejaculated large amounts of semen onto the photos of my mother's private parts time and time again. But every time I masturbated to the photos, my desire to possess my beautiful mother's body deepened! Not long after, I joined the photography club, of course. But when the end of the semester came and we had to submit our work, I pretended it was the teacher's suggestion and said to my mother, "Mom, our club needs to submit some work, and I've been thinking about it, but I don't have a theme to shoot. I'm really worried. Later, I asked the teacher, and she asked me what I had photographed before. I said I had photographed portraits and showed her a photo that Mom had taken as a trial shot. The teacher suggested that I could use portrait photography as a theme." My mother asked, "How do you shoot portraits?" I replied, "The teacher said that it's usually a travel shoot, where the photographer and the model go to a motel to take pictures." My mother looked at me suspiciously, "A motel? Isn't that strange? A man and a woman?" I said, "Yes, the teacher said it's because it's more private that way, and the model is more relaxed." My mother then asked, "So who do you want to photograph? Your classmates?" I said, "Classmates are out of the question. I mostly hire freelance models, but an hour costs several thousand dollars, which is too expensive. I was thinking... I was thinking, could you be my travel model?" The mother's face darkened. "This is too reckless! What kind of mother goes on a travel photoshoot with her own son? It's so weird! We're mother and son, we can't do this!""I quickly pleaded, "Mommy, please~ This is my hobby, and besides, no one would recognize us as mother and son in the photos you took last time~ And what if it's a strange woman, what if I can't control myself in a hotel with a man and a woman?" My mother was silent for a long time, seemingly thinking for a long time, before finally replying helplessly, "Okay~ You're right~ You're so young and impulsive, what if something goes wrong~ I have no choice but to agree." I suppressed my ecstatic feelings and asked calmly, "But~ the model for the travel photoshoot is supposed to showcase the beauty of the body, maybe I have to wear sexy clothes and pose in sexy ways..." My mother smiled bitterly and sighed softly, "Really~ becoming your mother means I owe you something." "I don't have sexy clothes, and as for poses... we'll talk about it later. I'll give you my size, you can buy the clothes for me, how am I supposed to know what kind of theme you want to shoot?" I said gleefully, "Okay~ I'll let you see the photos first and see if you think they're good before I hand them in." My mother said, "Hmm~ That's a good girl!" A few days later, I went to several sex shops and looked at a lot of sexy vests. But when I was choosing, I deliberately chose the kind of underwear that was tied with thin thread so that it could be easily removed. I also bought a bottle of female aphrodisiac. After I had everything ready, my mother and I made an appointment to meet at a motel on a certain day. After entering the motel, I took the black vest suit to the bathroom for my mother to change into. I quickly prepared a glass of mineral water laced with a large amount of female aphrodisiac. When my mother came out, her alluring outfit almost made me lose my mind and pounce on her. She let down her long, wavy hair, her face adorned with meticulously applied smoky makeup, her captivating eyes constantly seducing me. Her light-colored lip gloss made her lips appear even fuller, and the tight black vest covered her soft, snow-white breasts. The curves of her slender waist made me want to reach out and touch them. On her buttocks were black lace panties held up by thread, and her tempting, full feet were covered by lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings. With a slightly flushed face and a shy yet magnetic voice, she asked me, "Um... is it okay to wear this?" I widened my eyes and said, "Yes~ it's okay~" I said, "It looks good, Mommy looks so good!" My mother said, "Then hurry up~ the motel is time-limited~" I quickly handed the bottle of water to my mother and said, "Drink some water first. It might get hot during the photoshoot, so don't let sweat ruin your makeup." My mother took the water and drank the whole bottle! I guided her to strike sexy poses, like leaning forward, looking up, her full breasts peeking out from her cleavage, or straightening her legs and dangling them in the air to show off her leg shape, or making an M-shape with her legs spread apart. While instructing her on these poses, I deliberately touched her sensitive areas, such as her breasts and inner thighs. I noticed that my mother seemed to have shaved all her body hair for the photoshoot. Then her face started to flush, and she made soft moaning sounds. Then she started complaining that the air conditioning wasn't very cool, but she probably didn't know it was the drug taking effect. Plus, I kept deliberately touching her soft, sensitive areas with my hard body, and I could vaguely see moisture on her private parts. After hearing her complaint, I immediately explained that it might be her genitals. The underwear was too tight, so my mother loosened it a little. She casually changed some of the tight double knots into looser single knots that were easier to untie, including the underwear she wanted to take off immediately. Seeing that the time was almost right and I was getting aroused, I told my mother that we were going to take the last picture. She had to lie face down, with her hands slightly tied behind her back, her buttocks raised, her back to me, and her plump legs kneeling on the bed. I adjusted the height, positioning my mother's vulva at a height I could penetrate. I secretly and slowly took off her pants one by one. Of course, my mother didn't know what I was doing because her back was to me. She even said in a coquettish voice, "Mmm~ Hurry up~ This position is so embarrassing~ Some parts~ Son, you need to help me edit the photos~" "I can't stand it~ Do you guys all like to take such stimulating photos?" This meant that my mother knew she was already wet! I secretly brought my nose close to her moist vulva and smelled it. Oh my god, what a fragrant scent! A slightly sour smell mixed with the scent of milk. I couldn't resist licking her wet, plump labia with my tongue, and my panties got a little askew. My mother's body trembled, and she exclaimed, "Ugh! What was that just now?" I quickly replied, "Ah, sorry! That was the camera lens! It was too close, I'm sorry! I'll adjust your clothes for you later." Then I thought about the feel of her tongue just now—so smooth and soft! My mother, slightly out of breath, said, "Hmm~ The drawstring on those pants is tied around my waist~ Remember to pull it tight for Mommy~" I smiled and said, "Okay~ But I might have to hold Mommy's buttocks, don't mind~" My mother said, "Hmm~ You can pull it~ Do you think you'd take advantage of Mommy~?" I placed the camera I was holding on the tripod next to me, switched it to video mode, and slowly moved my hand back to my mother's buttocks, caressing her waist along the curve of her beautiful buttocks. The drug had taken effect, and my mother, a little out of breath, said, "Hmm~ Ah~ Not over there~ The drawstring on the side of the pants~ Hmm~ It's so tiring to hold it like this~ And it's so hot~" When I touched the thin rope, I secretly let out two laughs. Because the knot was simple, my hand untied the simple barrier in an instant. The thin black panties, like an out-of-control kite, slid down smoothly. In front of me, between the high, beautiful buttocks, were pink labia moist with honey, slightly turned outwards. All pubic hair had been shaved, and the smooth, soft private parts were fully visible. But I didn't have time to appreciate it; the video would record it for me. I spread the two tight buttocks apart with my hands, completely exposing my mother's alluring genitals. Because the height was just right, I directly aimed my already secretion-filled glans at her private parts. These things all happened in an instant. By the time the mother realized what was happening, she was unable to resist because of her position and bound hands. When she tried to twist her body to stop her son's out-of-control behavior, his fiery penis had already forcefully slid down her labia and vagina all the way to her cervix, inserting the entire penis inside her. Because of my erect penis inside her, the mother could not change her position. Then, he began to thrust. "Ah~ You~ What are you doing~ Ah~" "Quickly~ Calm down~ Calm down~ Hmm~ Ah~" The mother shouted anxiously, her hands trying to break free of the bindings. "Good boy~ Good son~ Don't~ Listen to Mommy~ Quickly~ Stop~" "Hmm~ Ah~ It's so itchy~ Hmm~ Not there~ Stop~ Stop now~ Hmm~~~" My mother kept saying words of resistance, constantly reminding herself that she was my mother, but the effects of the drug and passion were gradually breaking down her defenses. Although she had broken free of her restraints, she was powerless to cooperate with me, being pulled back by me. Because of the desire that had been building up for so long, at the moment of my first penetration, my long-cherished wish was fulfilled. My penis was tightly enveloped by my mother's tight little hole that hadn't been used for a long time. I felt as if her vagina was sucking my glans again and again. I immediately ejaculated a large amount of thick virgin semen. At the same time, I deliberately pressed my urethra against my mother's cervix, feeling my scrotum contracting and relaxing. I felt an unparalleled sense of accomplishment. However, I did not go soft because of this premature ejaculation. After ejaculating, I still thrust hard. But my mother was probably too shocked to realize that I had ejaculated inside her. She still warned me to stop before I made a big mistake. "Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Ang~ Hmm ah~" The sounds my mother made had lost their meaning, completely turning into moans. Although it might be due to the drug taking effect, my mother was still passively cooperating with my position. My mother's consciousness seemed to be becoming hazy. I turned my mother over, savoring her beautiful breasts, and used the doggy style to thrust my huge penis into her churning honey hole until fine white foam appeared at the entrance of her vagina. After changing this position, my mother suddenly placed her on my chest and pushed my hands away forcefully. Involuntarily, she changed to a position where she hugged me from behind and pressed me forward. I knew she was about to climax. Her mother's legs tightened more and more, making her honey hole even tighter. Then she cried out uncontrollably, "No~ Ah~ No~ No no no no~ I'm coming~ Ah~~~~~~" "Pull...pull it out~ I~ I didn't calculate~ the fertile period~ Ah~~~~" "Ah~ How could this be~ by my son~ Hmm~ No~ by my son~ Orgasm~ Hmm~" "Hmm~ Hmm~ Ah~" After shouting, her slender waist began to twitch slightly. Looking at her smooth, undulating abdomen, I also climaxed again, pouring my second load of semen into my mother's womb. The two of us clung tightly to each other in a lewd manner until a few minutes later when we finally released each other. We both lay flat on the bed. I secretly got up and looked at my mother. She hadn't recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, and she was still moaning softly. Between her open M-shaped legs, my semen slowly flowed from her vagina. What a lewd scene! But I thought that when my mother came to her senses, there might be a family storm. But I wanted to plan quickly. Today I finally got my mother's body. Next, I wanted to get my beautiful mother's heart and make her completely my woman... I took a short breath and sat down.I got up, intending to caress my beautiful mother, whose body was as smooth as jade, lying beside me again. But her climax had subsided, and she had regained her senses. She forcefully slapped my hand away as I was about to touch her body, and then slapped me twice. With tears in her eyes and filled with resentment, she said to me in a hateful tone, "Do you have any humanity? I'm your mother! How could you do something like this? Waaah..." After saying that, with tears streaming down her face, my mother hurriedly put on her clothes and rushed out of the room without looking back, leaving me alone in the room with the hot slap marks on my face... After checking out, I didn't have time to savor the passion of a few hours earlier. Instead, I was thinking about how to explain things to my mother when I got home so that she wouldn't hate me. My ultimate goal was to make her belong to me, body and soul. Otherwise, if I only had my pleasure this once and then she ignored me, it would be a huge loss. When I got to the front door, I saw my mother's high heels already parked outside. I knew she had arrived home first. With a heavy heart, I went inside and called out, "Mommy, where are you?" But there was no response. After a while, I realized my mother wasn't in the house or her room, and she didn't have her phone. I took my things back to my room and went to the living room to sit down. I saw a note on the dining table that read, "I'm leaving home for a while. I don't want to see you, you beast, for a while!!" It seemed my mother was really furious. Even when she was angry before, I had never seen her use such harsh words to describe me. Besides, I'm a high school student with no earning power, and my mother hadn't left me any living expenses on the table. My mind went blank, and a wave of guilt washed over me. I didn't want to think about anything. I quietly went back to my room, ready to face life alone. I had a good habit of saving money before, and I always managed to save some of my allowance. It's true what they say, you raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one. Half a month has passed, but seeing my allowance dwindling day by day, I couldn't help but feel anxious. I even started to grumble that my mother was planning to starve me to death, but I didn't know what to do... As a high school student, my daily expenses are mainly for commuting and meals. To save money, I eliminated all opportunities to go out with my classmates after school. Every day after school, I would go home and browse the internet. But because I was lonely living alone, I would also take out my mother's pornographic photos, photos of her private parts, and even the video I secretly filmed at the motel last time to masturbate. Seeing the large amount of semen sprayed on the photos, I knew that my longing and love for my mother had only increased since she left. Sometimes I would even think that my mother had said she hadn't calculated her fertile window, and maybe she would have gotten pregnant with my child that time. Thinking of this, I felt both expectant and excited, but I still didn't know how to contact my mother to find out about her situation. As time went by, the photos I used for masturbation gradually lost their novelty. Seeking stimulation, I started browsing various forums and pornographic websites. One day, a month after my mother ran away from home, the phone rang after I got home from school. It was a friend of my mother's; I called her Auntie. She spoke to me in a very serious tone, "Young man, have you done something terrible that made your mother very angry? She came to see me not long ago and immediately started yelling at you for being unfilial. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say anything and even cried. After she finished, she said she was too angry to see you and left some money for me to give you. Young man, young people always make mistakes. You need to apologize to your mother properly, okay? Come to my place to collect the money another day." I said, "I understand, thank you, Auntie, but I can't contact my mother, and she doesn't have her phone with her." Auntie said, "She seems to have gone on a trip. It's okay, she might come to my place another day. She's too angry to see you. I'll pass on your message to her if you need anything." After hanging up the phone, I finally found a way to contact my mother, but how could I get her to contact me again? I sat in the living room, thinking, trying to come up with a creative way to break the deadlock. Should I ask my aunt to deliver a gift to her? No way! She definitely wouldn't accept it, and even if she did, she wouldn't want to contact me. So what should I do? Should I go online and see how people usually appease an angry girlfriend? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. The seemingly unrelated words "aunt," "internet," and "living expenses" came together, and a plan formed in my mind, forcing my mother to contact me herself. I went online, opened forums and pornographic websites, and sent messages to see if anyone wanted to pay for explicit photos. I blurred out my mother's face and eyes with black bars in those provocative private photos, but anyone familiar with her could easily recognize her based on those features. Soon after posting them online, many buyers contacted me, and I made a small fortune, enough to cover my living expenses. Of course, in the released photos, her face wasn't fully exposed! After a while, I visited my mother's good friend, the aunt who had called me. When I arrived, she first lectured me, telling me to be filial to my mother, that raising a child as a single parent is hard, and not to upset her. Then, true to her gossipy nature, she probed why my mother was so angry with me, saying she didn't want to tell her. I said, "Auntie, actually, it's a little embarrassing to say…you can't tell me…" She replied, "Go ahead, it's okay. Tell me and see if I can help." I said, "Then, Auntie, can I borrow your computer? It'll be clearer that way." Then, with a suspicious look, she led me to her computer. I opened the forums and websites, showing her the photos of my mother's eyes covered—the photos that buyers were already circulating online. She covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide, and exclaimed, "These photos…are they of your mother…?" I said, "When I found these photos last time, I printed them out and showed them to my mother, trying to warn her to be careful. She probably thought I was humiliating her, so she slapped me and ran away from home soon after." "Auntie, if Mommy comes to visit again, please tell her I miss her very much, and that these photos need to be dealt with quickly." The auntie said, "Oh, I see. I misunderstood you. Seeing how your mother acted last time, I thought you had done something disrespectful to her. It seems you are filial. I'll give you the money your mother entrusted to me, and I'll also give you some extra help." After taking the money, I quickly prepared for what might happen next. About two weeks later, I came home from get out of class and saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest, her face ashen as she waited for me. I knew she had something to say to me, so I automatically sat down opposite her. Then, my mother coldly asked, "Why are there pictures of me online? Did you do this?" I think that gossipy aunt really worked. I think she used her network to find my mother in a very short time and told her about the pictures online. My mother probably didn't want to tell her where the pictures came from, so she had no choice but to come back and ask me for an explanation! My mother, slightly agitated and trembling, said, "I...I've already let you take advantage of me! What more do you want? Why are you doing this to me?" She then began to sob. Although she had been away from home for a while, she still took great care of her appearance. Before me, she wore an elegant beige short skirt suit, her curves still clearly visible. Her snow-white stockinged feet, crossed over her shoulder, trembled with her sobs, her smooth thighs rippling with each movement, revealing how soft and tender her legs were. Seeing this beautiful young woman, her face streaked with tears, so helpless, made me want to protect her. I calmly said to my mother, "Mommy, I'm sorry, can you let me explain first?" My mother gritted her teeth and said, "Okay~ I'll listen to your explanation~" I said, "Mommy, that time... after you stormed off, the computer broke down not long after. I needed it for class, and you hadn't left me any allowance, so... in a panic, I found a cheap computer repair shop. I never imagined that the photos taken there would be leaked. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!" After wiping away her tears, my mother looked at my innocent expression, and her anger subsided somewhat. She knew that she herself had intentionally punished me by not leaving me any allowance, so she was partly responsible. She then coldly said, "It's too late now. Luckily, the faces in those photos weren't published, otherwise, how could I face anyone?" "Besides, I want to ask you, why do you have so many strange photos of me?" "You'd better explain yourself clearly, or you can forget about ever seeing your mother again." Seeing this, I began to confess my attachment and love for my mother, detailing everything I felt. While narrating, I exploited the fact that women love to hear compliments, using beautiful adjectives and phrases to describe my mother's appearance and figure, and how strongly she attracted me. My mother's initially icy expression gradually softened slightly after hearing my description, but she still answered me in her usual calm voice, "So…because of this…last time…you took advantage of me like that at the motel?" "That's wrong. We're mother and son, biological mother and son!! That's against ethics…I knew you were just being sexually aroused that time, but you can't keep making this mistake." A surge of anger flashed within me, and I suddenly stood up…As he spoke, the mother was startled by his sudden action. "To hell with ethics!!! That kind of thing only restricts human thought, fearing that people will have unhealthy children due to inbreeding. Modern technology has long eliminated that possibility. That kind of thing is just written in books and cannot restrain my love for Mommy!!" "Mommy!! I love you, I only want you!!" Seeing his mother somewhat stunned on the sofa, listening to her son's explosive and passionate confession. After I finished speaking, I slowly sat down. We looked at each other in silence for a while. My mother, afraid of upsetting me further, slowly said, "Fine, you won't listen. But... I... I know what you're thinking." "It's late, I'm going back to my room to rest. You should go to sleep early too." I asked, "Go back to your room? Mommy, you're not leaving?" My mother turned her back to me and walked towards her room, saying calmly, "I can't really let you starve to death..." I stood up and asked my mother, "Mommy~ after hearing my confession, what do you mean? Can... can you tell me?" My mother opened her door and coldly said, "I have no idea..." But the moment she closed the door, I heard her say very softly, "It depends on your performance..." "It depends on... my... performance?" These four words filled me with ecstasy. Did my mother accept my love for her by saying this? Or was she adjusting her mindset, gradually transforming from her son's mother into her son's woman? In any case, my mother's moral bottom line has indeed been loosened, and I have gained her approval, so the phrase "it depends on your performance" means that I think she has accepted my pursuit. At the beginning of our relationship resuming, because of our past relationship, my mother was still somewhat reluctant to interact with me. I slowed down, bringing her a rose every day after school. Initially, she would throw the flower away; I knew she still couldn't accept our past relationship. After giving her roses for over a month, one Saturday, I discovered she had put the flower in a vase and placed it in the living room. That dinner, I deliberately asked her at the table, "Aren't the flowers pretty? Do you like them?" Without looking at me, she replied, "They're alright. I just feel it's a pity to throw them away, but I can't let you waste the money." I smiled and added, "For you, nothing is a waste." Although my mother had many admirers, perhaps because she hadn't received such a direct and passionate pursuit in a long time, a faint blush rose to her fair face after hearing this. She responded with a half-smile, "Hurry up and eat your dinner. I'm going to watch TV." Then I quickly walked to the sofa and sat down. I thought about it and realized that my mother was avoiding the situation because she was afraid that if things went any deeper, she would completely succumb. I quickly finished my dinner, tidied up, and went to the sofa as well. This time, instead of sitting across from my mother to admire her fair legs under her super-short hot pants, I sat to her side. As soon as I sat down, my mother slightly shifted her shapely buttocks to the side, but since she was on the inside, and with the coffee table next to the sofa, she couldn't seem to move too far away. After I sat down, I deliberately moved closer to my mother as well. We sat close together for a while, silently watching TV. I started to slowly place my hand on my mother's shoulder, almost like gently putting my arm around her shoulder. She noticed my intention and didn't say anything, but deliberately twisted her body slightly to try to get rid of my hand. I started to massage her shoulder. Because she had been doing housework, her left shoulder was probably a little sore. After I started massaging, my mother seemed to enjoy the massage, sometimes even leaning against me and making breathing sounds. Suddenly, there was a break during the commercial break. I turned to my mother, mustered my courage, and asked her with a smile, "My darling~ Is this comfortable?" My mother turned her head with a slightly shy expression and replied in a suppressed tone, "Who are you calling darling~ You're so disrespectful~" "I'm getting hot sitting like this..." Before I could finish the word "hot," I pressed my face even closer to my mother's, down to about five centimeters. Our eyes met, and her unfinished words faded away. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, trembling a little. I could smell the fruity scent of her saliva. As we slowly closed the distance, just as our lips touched, I extended my tongue. But as I slipped it in a little, my mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully with both hands. Because I was shorter than her, I was immediately freed. Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily as she said, "No...no...not now..." "I need to...take a shower and rest...I was a little hot...I'm sweating all over..." After saying that, my mother swiftly stepped over me. As she walked away, I noticed that her gaze had changed from avoiding mine to meeting mine with a flirtatious look. Although it was a bit of a pity that I didn't get to French kiss her this time, I felt like I had taken another big step forward! After that incident, my mother gradually accepted my contact with her, both physically and emotionally. She even agreed to go shopping with me. I don't know how many months have passed since that time we bought photography equipment at the department store, but now I strongly realize how rare and precious it is to be able to go shopping with such a beautiful mother! During this shopping trip, it was clear that my mother had dressed up carefully. Her long, dark brown hair was styled in a princess updo, and she wore the latest trendy makeup, which made her features look deep and three-dimensional. She wore a black V-neck tight-fitting t-shirt, which accentuated her white and smooth 32D breasts, making her cleavage almost spill out. Her waistline was also clearly visible. She wore a red and black plaid pleated mini skirt over her shapely buttocks, revealing her long, slender legs. She wore black thigh-high stockings and the same black high heels she wore during the department store photoshoot. As I was getting ready to leave from the living room, I saw my stunning mother and couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Honey, you look so beautiful today! You have such a great figure, and those legs are absolutely mesmerizing!" My mother smiled slightly and said, "Of course I look good when I'm all dressed up." "Those legs—I'm most confident in them! They're just as good as those girls outside!" I replied, "All dressed up? Is it for me…?" "Me?" Before I could finish the word, my mother interrupted me, saying, "It's already five in the afternoon! Hurry up and leave, or it'll be too late!" Think about it, women dress up for those they want to please. What is the intention behind a woman dressing up carefully and deliberately showing off her most confident parts of her body? Isn't it for the man she admires? This confirmed to me that my mother already considered me her man or boyfriend. She interrupted me because she was shy and didn't want her feelings to be so openly scrutinized by me. I held her hand the whole way, and she sometimes put her arm around mine. But since my mother was taller than me and wearing high heels, many men in the bustling East District gave us, this "couple," puzzled and envious glances, probably thinking, "Where did this kid get such good luck, getting such a beautiful woman?" That day, our interactions didn't seem like those of a mother and son; they really resembled those of a couple deeply in love. When my mother tried on clothes at the department store, she would come out and ask me which outfit I liked to see her in. Perhaps because of my youthful exuberance, I preferred clothes with less fabric, shorter lengths, and more exposure. After shopping at the department store and having dinner, we strolled to the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall. I know women are very sensitive to atmosphere, and if you want to break through something, you have to choose a good location. I deliberately walked to the central building of the memorial hall. At night, the corridors were filled with couples flirting or kissing. I chose a stone bench in a corner and gestured to my mother that she needed to rest. Then I said, "This spot is nice~ You can see the traditional Chinese painting lanterns hanging from the ceiling~" "Honey, your legs must be sore from walking. Let me give you a little massage~" After saying that, I ignored my mother's refusal and grabbed her right thigh, which was just exposed outside her short skirt. The sight of her fair and tender thigh, combined with the soft touch of her skin, made me squeeze too hard and hurt her. She patted my shoulder lightly, put her mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "Ah~ slow~ gentle~ gentle~ don't be too rough~" I stopped what I was doing because of those words, pulling my head back a little. Influenced by the atmosphere of couples around us, my eyes met those large, beautiful eyes with false eyelashes for a fleeting exchange. Then, I grabbed my mother's left wrist with my right hand and pinned it against the wall behind the stone bench, while my left hand continued to knead her thigh, only pulling it further back, as if someone were pulling apart something tilted. This action revealed her purple panties under her short skirt, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I knelt high, my left knee pressed against her private parts, deliberately rubbing them back and forth. I then directly sucked on her blushing, red lips, forcefully thrusting my tongue inside while simultaneously sucking on her sweet nectar and soft tongue. Her tongue pressed against mine, and we both swirled and nibbled at each other in our mouths, like mandarin ducks playing in the water, a back-and-forth exchange. However, my movements were rather rough, often eliciting "mmm...mmm..." sounds from my mother. At that moment, I used a posture that appeared to be one of conquest and control.I suppressed my mother's body and joined the group of couples in the corridor. After a period of passionate kissing, my mother indicated that the position was making her a little uncomfortable. I released her and saw her panting, her eyes filled with lust as she said to me, "It's...too stimulating...I'm afraid I can't take it..." "You should tidy up your clothes, you're almost completely exposed~" When I saw my mother close her legs, I caught a glimpse of dampness on her purple panties out of the corner of my eye. Then she shifted her hips, and I saw some glistening moisture on the stone bench where her vulva had been. I then touched my own knee, and my pants did indeed feel warm and damp. I confirmed that my mother's desire had been greatly aroused by my teasing! As my mother stood up to straighten her clothes, she looked at me and said in a coquettish voice, "What are you thinking about! No! Seriously!" I said, "Nothing, I was just thinking it wouldn't matter if I saw you flashing me." My mother instinctively replied, "I'm not afraid of you seeing me, I'm afraid of other people seeing me." After saying that, my mother seemed to realize she had spoken too quickly and immediately added, "Hmm... I feel so uncomfortable right now... Let's go home quickly." What does "not afraid of me seeing" mean? What does "feeling uncomfortable right now" mean? Does the first sentence mean she's acknowledging that our relationship is already very intimate? Does the second sentence prove that my mother is already wet? Looking at my stubborn mother, I truly thought she was adorable. Then I said, "Baby, today is a special day~ I want to make a memento~" My mother asked in confusion, "Is it taking pictures~?" I said, "No~" Then I went over and hugged my mother's slender waist, and kissed her smooth left breast under her V-neck dress, sucking hard with my mouth, trying to leave a mark, commonly known as a hickey. My mother said, "Oh~ what are you doing~ you're so naughty~" As she spoke, my mother raised her face higher and higher, almost as if looking up. Because her breasts were so smooth, they slipped away many times because I couldn't suck them in. Unexpectedly, my mother used her hands to hold her breasts tighter, allowing me to make the mark properly. Afterwards, my mother straightened her clothes, looking at the obvious marks I had made. She said, amused and exasperated, "You put them in a place like this, you can't even hide them. What are you trying to prove?" I laughed and said, "It's to tell everyone, darling, you're mine!" My mother stuck out her tongue and said, "You wish!" "Okay, let's go home quickly. I need to clean up." On the way home, I held my mother's hand and asked, "Are we... boyfriend and girlfriend now?" My mother replied, "What do you think?" I said, "Tell me! I want to know your answer." My mother remained silent until we were almost home, when she finally said, "What kind of relationship do you think it is for me to allow you to do what you just did?" I replied with a beaming smile, "Well, today... there's one more thing we boyfriend and girlfriend haven't done yet!" My mother seemed to realize what I meant and said in a slightly flirtatious tone, "Hmm? Don't be so impatient. I haven't even said I could give it to you yet!" "You've already taken advantage of me so much today, aren't you satisfied?" I didn't reply, just smiled and remained silent. After we got home, my mother quickly went to the bathroom to get ready, while I rushed into my room and secretly took out the magic weapon I had prepared beforehand... After my mother returned to the living room, she changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and denim shorts, but she didn't change her thigh-high stockings. Then I went around behind my mother and suddenly gave her a bear hug. My mother was startled and grabbed my hands tightly with her hands on her hips, asking me, "Hmm? I'm asking you, what else do you want~ I told you not to be so hasty!" I then opened the square black box in front of my mother. Inside was the diamond ring I had bought for a large sum of money. I opened it and said, "I want this~" "Mommy~ I really~ really~ really~ love you~" After saying that, I saw that my mother was a little embarrassed and at a loss. What woman doesn't love a diamond ring? Especially since this expensive item came from a high school boy, she seemed a little touched, and gently asked me, "This...this thing is very expensive, how could you afford it? Besides, you spent a lot of money buying me flowers before? Why? Did you starve yourself to save money for meals? Or did you secretly work to save it up?" Of course, the source of this money was the funds I obtained from selling the pornographic photos. I took it from my beautiful mother and used it for her. I looked at my mother tenderly, "How it came about doesn't matter, what matters is that my mother knows my true feelings, and that's worth it~" My mother's eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Silly child~ You must have suffered a lot for me~, right~?" "I thought you were just...I didn't expect you to really care about me..." Then my mother turned around and hugged me tightly, saying in my ear, "I know...I know you're sincere towards me now..." "I saw it, and I felt it~I'm so touched..." I followed up by deliberately using polite language in her ear, asking her, "So, Mommy, what are you now...?" My mother smiled shyly and replied, "I...I want to be your woman..." "From now on...you have to...you have to treat me even better...you know?" Haha, finally my wish has come true! I don't know how much effort I've put into this moment. My mother has finally admitted she's my woman. In her heart, she's already accepted me as her partner. From now on, I shouldn't have to scheme about how to enjoy her beautiful body anymore. I believe she'll be very responsive to my needs in the future!! We hugged each other for a long time. Because of the beautiful lighting and the great atmosphere, just when I felt I could easily reach a home run, I broke the silence and said I wanted to make love to my mother. But she slowly pushed me away and said in a somewhat calm tone, "Hmm~ So many things happened today~but~I haven't immediately changed my mindset from being your mother~" "That's why~I said I want to~be~your~woman...it's because I haven't adjusted my mindset yet~" "Please forgive me, Mommy~~I'll be ready~~~" Damn it! How could this happen? I used all my trump cards and this is what happened? Man proposes, God disposes. How am I supposed to cross the line of morality? Besides, my mother looked so alluring today. If I miss this opportunity, who knows how long I'll have to wait before I can kiss her hot body again! And if things stay the same and we can't take things to the next level, won't my desire never be satisfied? My throbbing member really wants to be inside my mother's beautiful body! Then—I calmly thought about it for a moment, and thought, "Hmph! Since that's the case, I'll make you take the initiative to beg me." At this moment, I pushed my mother away, walked to the sofa, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh. Seeing this, my mother quickly walked over to me and sat down beside me, gently hugging me and saying, "Hmm~ I'm sorry~ Baby, I'm sure you're disappointed, right~?" "Then...then how about..." "Then...I can let you touch me, that's the most I can go right now...okay?" I smiled and said, "Hmm...I won't force you, baby...but if you want..." "But if I touch you directly, baby, you'll definitely feel uncomfortable thinking you're still my mommy, right?" "Then let's play a game~ It'll be more natural~" My mother said shyly, "Okay~ What do you want to play?" I said, "Treasure hunt~ Baby, do you want that diamond ring from earlier? Then I'll let you find it through a treasure hunt, how about that?" My mother smiled cutely and said, "Of course I want it, treasure hunt~ sounds like fun~ Do we have to hide it in the house?" I laughed and said, "The house is too big~ It's not fun~ Then I want to hide it on you, baby~" My mother said a little shyly, "Oh...okay...okay~!" Then I gestured for my mother to sit or lie on the sofa with her eyes closed. My hands began to roam freely over her body, as if searching for a suitable spot. I had already decided on a place. Then, when my hand touched her inner thigh, I noticed that my mother seemed a little excited and nervous, making soft "ah, ah" sounds as she slowly pulled down her denim shorts. Suddenly, I forcefully pulled down her underwear with my left hand, and quickly inserted my right index and middle fingers, using a sword-like motion, to insert the ring inside her underwear and then pulled it out. Of course, I didn't actually put the ring inside; I secretly held it in my palm and hid it. Startled by the sudden movement, my mother opened her eyes with a hint of fear and sat up slightly, saying pitifully and helplessly, "Oh~ what did you do! Why did you put it there~ in such a weird place~" "Ugh~ quick~ take it out quickly~" I smiled and said, "Baby~ I can't help it~ women only have one more place to hide things than men~" "You found other places right away~ it's not fun at all~" "I hid the treasure~ So~ it's up to you, my darling, to find it now~" My mother said a little impatiently, "You~ Hmph~ You always give me difficult questions~" "Hmm~ What should I do~ How do I take it out~ I feel a little uneasy leaving it inside~" Then my mother stood up and started lifting her beautiful legs or making some swaying movements, trying to make the ring fall down to her vaginal opening quickly. However, after 2 minutes, my mother seemed to feel that it was not working. I quickly said, "Darling~ I'll teach you how to take it out~" My mother blushed and said, "Hmm~ Okay, tell me quickly~" Then I gestured for my mother to sit back down, reached under her shirt and took off her panties, and made her spread her legs as wide as possible.My mother sat on the sofa facing me, her face even redder. Then I said, "Baby, the opening might be a little small and it might fall out. So, use your left hand to spread your labia, and use your longest finger of your right hand to reach inside and search. I'll watch for you." "That way you can take it out quickly." My mother was both shy and anxious. "This is so embarrassing! And... you have to watch? Hmm... it's really... so weird!" I took my hand and helped her slowly insert her hesitant right hand. I swallowed hard and said, "Let's start... find it inside!" My mother, her eyes gleaming with shyness, twisted her hips, spreading her vulva and digging inside. She looked like a lustful mother masturbating wantonly in front of her son—which, of course, was my intention! The more my mother dug, the more excited and anxious she became, murmuring in ecstasy, "Ah~ um~ I hate it~~ Where did you put it~~" "Ah~ ah~ ah~ I can't find it~ um~ um~ you~ put it anywhere~ um~" "It's...it's all wet~ I hate it~ why aren't you coming out~ um~~" Since you're stopping me from taking the initiative, then I'll let you break down that high wall of morality yourself, haha. After a few minutes, I suddenly said, "Hmm~ I think I see it~ hurry up!" My mother's hands didn't stop, and she asked me, slightly dazed, "Um~ which side~? Um~ ah~ I...I didn't touch it~ ah~ um~" "Tell...tell me... um~ um~" "Or~ you~ you help me take it out~ I'm almost...I can't take it anymore~ um~" I leaned closer and said, "Okay~ let me do it~ but it'll be easier for you to turn around and lie down~ facing forward makes your pussy too tight~" My mother turned around, leaned over, placed her hands on the back of the chair, and shyly replied with her buttocks raised, "Hmm~ What are you talking about, little hole~ There's no such thing as tight or not tight~ Ah~ Mmm~" I started kneading my mother's shapely buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, I began to vigorously scratch her beautiful hole with my fingers from behind, exclaiming, "Oh my god~ It's so wet~ How can it be so slippery~~" "It's almost sucking my fingers in~ Such a wonderful temperature~ Such a wonderful touch~ Baby, you have a really great sex organ~" My mother lowered her head and said in a muffled breath, "You...you still dare to say that...you...it's all your fault..." "Hurry up and take it out for me~ Hmm~~~ Being~ being scratched...it's a little uncomfortable..." It was clear that my mother had been scratching very hard in her daze, but I was also afraid that if I really hurt her, we might not be able to play later, so I quickly said, "Then baby, I'll use another way, this way it won't hurt." My mother agreed, and then I shoved my tongue under her shirt, slipping it into her secret place. I took it in my mouth and sucked on her eagerly secreted nectar with a wet, slurping sound. Wow, it felt so smooth! This time, unlike the first time, it didn't taste sour. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the nectar had an indescribable sweetness. I kept digging and swirling my tongue inside, and I saw my mother's legs trembling slightly as she knelt on the sofa. She said to me in a weak, nasal voice, "Ugh... why are you using your mouth... God..." "Stop... no... ugh... so... so comfortable... um..." "My legs... my legs are going to go weak... umm..." Later, I saw that after my mother's digging and my tongue's onslaught, her own desire had spread throughout her body. Seeing that the time was right, she took out the ring and laughed, shouting, "I found it, Mommy baby~ look at my hand~" "So... do you want it now?" I deliberately asked a question with a double meaning. My mother slowly turned around and slumped onto the sofa, her legs spread in an M-shape. The look in her eyes had changed from bright to seductive. I deliberately stood up and waved the huge tent that had formed between my genitals in front of her. I saw that her reason was fighting against her desire. Her hesitant expression was pitiful. I knew that if I pushed her gently now, my mother would completely fall into the abyss of incest... I leaned close to my mother, and suddenly, she grabbed my head and kissed me passionately! Our hands began to roam over each other's bodies. The mother, panting, said, "I...I want..." "Give it to me! Mmm~ Mmm, give it to me!! I want it!!!" But I immediately said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Baby~ Didn't you just say no? Why have you changed your mind?" "You disappointed me so much just now~ So how are you going to make it up to me? Tell me~" The mother buried her face in my chest and said, "Mmm~ You can do whatever you want~ I'll listen to you~" After saying that, I immediately carried the mother into the room and pounced on her, making her lie on the bed in a spread-eagle position. I said, "Now I want to enjoy you~" "But you look so beautiful today, I also want to take some pictures to remember this." The mother said shyly, "Take pictures~ Now? Or...or during the process?" I replied, "Don't worry about it, didn't you just say you'd listen to me~ Just cooperate~" After saying that, it seemed my mother acquiesced because of what she had just said. I rushed back into the room to get my camera, set it up, and started having my mother pose in various sexually provocative positions. I started filming, and when I could barely stand it anymore, I reached up and used my fingers to spread open my mother's bare genitals, right in front of me. With my left hand holding the camera, I pressed the shutter repeatedly, while my right middle finger went straight into her vagina and began to probe. Her juices were repeatedly scooped out from her vulva, flowing down her inner thighs and labia. The juices were sticky and slippery, occasionally with strands of fluid. During the process, my mother would occasionally let out moans, her legs, clad in thigh-high stockings, constantly sliding and kicking on the bed, struggling. She would frequently grasp and squeeze the sheets on either side of her head, her eyes half-closed in a seductive manner, occasionally furrowing her brows slightly, making "hmm~ hmm~ hum~ hmm~" sounds. I continued to thrust faster and faster, and the sounds my mother made changed from nasal "hmm" to throaty "ah" sounds. Suddenly, I stopped. My mother's excitement, which had almost reached its peak, was abruptly halted. She helped herself to her seat, her expression flushed with desire, and asked, "Hmm~ what's wrong~?" "Why... did you stop?... I want... I want more..." "Hmm~ give it to me... give it to me... I want it..." Seeing my mother's legs spread wide and her murmuring, after taking many photos of her groping, I switched the camera to video mode and said to her, "You have to give me oral sex first, then I'll give it to you~" My mother, who is usually very clean and somewhat obsessive about cleanliness, would never have agreed. I think my divorced father probably wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy this either, because lust had clouded her judgment. Without a word, she crawled over and took my entire penis into her mouth. Her tongue traced the urethral opening and slipped inside my foreskin, sucking and releasing. Perhaps because it was her first time doing this, her tongue technique seemed a bit clumsy, so my mother also pulled out her own breasts as an added bonus, using them for some form of breast play. My goodness, the slippery sensation of my penis touching her nipples, plus... The sucking and releasing of her small mouth made me immediately feel the pressure on the inside of my glans. I quickly prepared the container and had my penis taken into my mother's mouth again. Suddenly, a throbbing sensation, and I ejaculated in my mother's mouth. My mother stared at me with wide eyes. I held her head to prevent her from escaping. I saw a slight twitching in my mother's cheeks, probably from the forceful impact of the semen into her mouth. After ejaculating, I released my hand. Perhaps due to inexperience, my mother sat up and tilted her face upwards, unsure of what to do. Her chubby cheeks indicated that she was still holding my semen. I realized she didn't have time to pay attention to me. Suddenly, I reached my right hand towards her wet labia and dug hard with my fingers, while my left hand pinched her right areola hard. My mother, attacked like this, let out a muffled "Ah~", and then I saw her throat gurgle twice. She swallowed! My mother swallowed her own son's semen completely. Frowning, she looked down at me with a strange expression and said, "Hmm...it's all your fault...why is this...it's so fishy...the taste is so strong and sticky..." "My mouth is full of your taste...how could you make me swallow this stuff...I've never done anything like this before..." How satisfying! Just thinking about my semen entering my beautiful mother's mouth, melting inside her, invading every corner of her body, made me hard again. Seeing this, my mother laughed and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to finish like this...you haven't satisfied me yet..." I replied, "That's exactly why I didn't take off your sexy clothes today before making love to me. This is what makes my libido so high, and I want to keep having sex with you!!" Hearing my explicit and fiery words, my mother blushed, slowly lay down, her legs turned inward and fully spread, deliberately exposing her genitals to me, saying, "Then hurry up~I'm so itchy, I want it so badly..." Finally, the moment arrived. I gripped my penis and approached on my knees. Then, I grabbed my mother's thighs and, in a doggy-style position, gently pried open her labia with my glans, moving it from side to side. Pressing against the seemingly contracting opening, I smiled and said, "Very good~ You're mine~" Then, with a forceful thrust, I slid straight down into that straight, slippery, narrow passage. My mother's legs arched from the penetration, and her slightly protruding abdomen told me that my glans was passionately kissing her uterus, exchanging fluids. Seeing my mother's hands crossed over her chest, clenched into fists, I understood her…I feel so good right now. I think she, to spice things up, first let out a long "Mmm...ah..." and then breathlessly responded, "So good~ Mmm...Darling...you...are so good...so big..." "I...I'm already yours...hurry...I want more..." After speaking, I started thrusting, pumping hard into my mother. The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant. A tall, beautiful young woman was actively engaging in intercourse with a boy who looked like a teenager. Their genitals were tightly joined, exchanging bodily fluids and saliva. Both of them were kneading each other's bodies, as if trying to grab them. After more than 20 minutes of passionate intercourse, I suddenly felt my mother hugging me tighter and gripping me more tightly. Her body gradually arched. Based on my experience of semi-raping my mother in the motel, I knew she was about to climax. Suddenly, I flipped her over, changing her position to thrusting into her from behind. My mother raised her head and kept shaking it, her hands flat on the bed, her hips raised, actively hitting my lower body. Her legs were kneeling on the bed. Yes, it was a position similar to the first time I had sex with her. I would end where I started. Then I heard, "Ah ... Then she squeezed her legs together forcefully, and her body began to move rhythmically, with a slightly spasmodic throbbing. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my glans, and with a cry of "Ah!", I ejaculated. We sprayed each other's fluids in front of my mother's uterus. My mother felt waves of heat and said anxiously, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ I want to... want to... want to have sex with you two first~ Ah~" "Hmm~ Why... why are you so... so naughty... shooting inside~" "Like this... I'm going to get pregnant again~ Hmm~" After saying that, my mother leaned forward and collapsed, entering a dazed state after orgasm. I chuckled and said, "What does it matter? The natural duty of sex is for the woman to get pregnant~" I vaguely heard my mother weakly reply, "You're so naughty..." Later, I hugged my mother and let her rest her head on my chest, saying I wanted to know her whereabouts during the time she ran away from home. Actually, what I wanted to confirm was whether she was pregnant with my child. My mother recounted how, after she left, she stayed at several relatives' and friends' houses. One day, she realized her period was late and wondered if she was pregnant. She immediately took a pregnancy test, and it turned out she was. Because it was still early and there was still a chance, she rushed to buy abortion pills and terminated the pregnancy. I asked, shocked, happy, and disappointed, "Was that mine? You were pregnant with my child?" "But... it's gone?" My mother quickly sat up and looked at me, explaining, "Back then, I felt like I was your biological mother. You wouldn't understand the psychological pressure a woman feels when she's pregnant with her own son's child. Besides, back then, I didn't fully understand your feelings like I do now." "And, I was very sad after the abortion, so I went to that aunt's house. Of course, I cursed you there. But if I had known it would turn out like this..." After listening, I pressed my mother's head back onto my chest, stroked her hair, and said it was okay, though my face still showed disappointment. Seeing my expression, she immediately said in a coquettish, low voice, "Darling~ Don't be like this~ I want to enjoy some time alone together~ In the future… how many children do you want? I'll have them all for you, okay? Darling~ Haha~ It seems I've really won my mother's heart." Then she added, "I have to tell you something secretly, and I also want to apologize to you." "That time… that time we had sex at the motel…" "Actually… I was also moved. I don't know why, but I really wanted it… so later… I… I didn't resist you anymore~" "At the time, I didn't know what kind of feelings I had for you, and I was scared~ So, after we were done, I chose to run away from you. I didn't want to admit I had strange thoughts and blame everything on you. I'm sorry for that time~ Darling~" "Thinking about it carefully~ maybe~ I've already fallen in love with you, this naughty boy~" After hearing these confessions, I was very happy. I never expected that the aphrodisiac I bought would have such an effect that my mother would mistakenly think that she had secretly fallen in love with me. After a while, I gently pinched her nose and said, "Don't worry so much, it's not always so perfect~" My mother replied shyly, "You dare say that? You don't know that young boys' sperm is the most

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