[QQ Mom] [Author: Licorice]

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********** ... My father was someone I deeply admired. Sadly, fate intervened. When I was just starting elementary school, he fell dozens of meters off a cliff while searching for an extremely rare herb during a field expedition, making a complete sacrifice for his scientific work… Although my father is gone, I've always felt he's still with me, especially his passion for his work and his love for my mother. Growing up, my ideal—to dedicate myself to science like him and to be filial to my mother— has become, though not my ideal. Actually, I've also been somewhat influenced by my mother in this regard. She often talks about my father, praising him and telling me to study hard and become a successful man like him. I think this not only to educate and encourage me, but also her way of remembering my father. In recent years, my mother has been even more so, asking me all sorts of questions whenever she has a spare moment, and using my father as a benchmark for "criticism," even about my appearance. She says I'm becoming more and more like my father, and the neighbors and my mother's colleagues agree. But my classmates say I look like Dao Ming Si from "Meteor Garden," which I don't disagree with. My mom cares about me a lot, though outsiders might not notice, because of her work. She 's often away from home for work, and my meals, except for breakfast, are mostly irregular. I'm used to it and understand, since my comfortable life is all thanks to her. Because of this, I seem particularly independent and free among my peers . Saturday, another boring weekend. I ate two bowls of instant noodles, but my mom still hadn't come home. Luckily, a phone call challenging me to a Counter-Strike game gave me a break. In the sweltering summer internet cafe, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke filled everyone's nostrils. In front of the computer screen, I dodged and weaved, leaping and bounding, avoiding danger and eliminating enemies one by one. But even heroes are only human. After several hours of frantic activity, my eyes blurred, my hands stiffened, and I had to honorably quit the battle. But my friends were still engrossed in their game, and I felt awkward going home first. So, I just wandered around online, chatting here and there. Suddenly, a chat room called "Mother and Son's Passion" caught my eye. How could I, in the throes of puberty, resist the pull of curiosity? I glanced around; everyone was busy with their own things. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, I entered the chat room. But as soon as I stepped in, I was shocked. A barrage of disgusting yet thrilling words flashed across the screen: "Good son, come fuck your mom!" "Mommy wants your big cock!" "Mommy feels so good!"... I froze for a moment. My first instinct after regaining my composure was to quit immediately. I let out a long sigh, but my mind was still racing. "What's wrong?" my friend suddenly asked, clearly having noticed something. It startled . "N-nothing... just a little tired," I quickly stretched. "Why aren't you playing?" my friend asked again. "I'm not playing anymore, my eyes are blurry." "Damn, what kind of CS number one is he? Looks like you should give up that position to me. Damn it, who stabbed me in the back... Damn it..." My friend went back into the fray, and my heart finally settled down. I continued browsing online, but those provocative words kept swirling in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. Finally, I couldn't resist and went back into that chat room. To be able to speak, I even registered a username called "Good Kid CS." Since I was still a newbie and had just joined, I didn't speak immediately but waited and saw what would happen. There were about a hundred people in the chat room, half of them were women, and only about twenty or thirty were speaking publicly. But that was enough for lewd and provocative words to roll across the screen. After a while, I mustered up the courage to send three words, "Hello everyone," but three minutes passed and no one responded. So, I decided to take the initiative. Of course, this required a lot of courage, but courage alone isn't enough without luck. I proactively greeted about a dozen girls with particularly attractive and suggestive names, but they all ignored me. The two most polite ones only replied with "I'm busy." My earlier excitement had subsided considerably. I initially wanted to leave, but I couldn't bear to. Even if I couldn't participate, watching from the sidelines was quite thrilling, at least it was novel. Suddenly, a girl named "Paternity Test" greeted me, and my blood boiled again . "Are you busy?" she asked bluntly. "No," I replied immediately. "Want to have sex with me online?" It seemed I was having a lucky day online, encountering such a forthright girl. "Of course, I'm very good at it." Although I was still a novice, I couldn't let her know. "Then you have to answer my questions honestly, and you can't ask me questions. I'll tell you what I can, okay?" "Of course." Although I felt this girl's request was a bit unreasonable, I agreed in order to understand their . Actually, I just thought it would be fun. "Alright, let's settle this privately." Privately? What does that mean? This stumped me, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Wouldn't that ruin my image ?

Just as I was considering whether to ask my friend for advice, a pop-up message appeared on the screen:
"Paternity Testing wishes to establish a private chat channel with you."

Oh! So it's a private chat. No wonder there are so many people here, but so few people speaking. Luckily, my ignorance wasn't
discovered, and I immediately agreed.

"How old are you?" the paternity testing expert asked immediately, like taking a census.

"17." Although I'm only 16, being too honest isn't good.

"Okay, about the same age as my son. Where are you from?" This question startled me. I really didn't know if today
was a lucky day or a bad day, but since I was here, I might as well see.

"Yinhai." I answered honestly.

"What a coincidence, me too. Are you still in school?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Wasn't this telling everyone I was a virgin?

"Very good, do you love your mother?"

"Of course I do." I answered without hesitation, but then I thought, something's not right. The love she refers to might not be
the same as my love. But I ignored her and let her interpret it.

"Good, what a good child, I like her the most. Let's begin." The exciting moment was finally about to arrive
.

"Wait, I still want to ask you a few questions." I couldn't just let myself be bossed around like this,
risking the end of the conversation, I couldn't help but ask.

She immediately stopped, and I wondered if she had left.

"Alright then, I'll answer what I can, and I hope you won't force yourself to answer what I can't." It seemed
she had considered it for a while.

"Are you pretty?" This question was obviously redundant. How pretty could an old woman be? But for the sake of my
fantasy, I still had to deceive myself.

"Do you know Rosamund Kwan? I'm no less beautiful than her." What a boastful tone. If that were really the case, why would you be here?

That's what I thought in my heart, but I still had to flatter her.

"Wow, that's great! Are you tall?"

"Over 1.6 meters."

"Okay, let's begin." Although I said that, I didn't know how to start.

"Call me Mom." She said it so calmly.

"Mom." Although it was just two simple words, my hands trembled a little, and my heart was
pounding like a war drum.

"Good son, are you hungry?" Her question was so strange.

"No." I answered without thinking.

"Hehe, I wanted to breastfeed you, but since you're not hungry, then forget it." How could I be so stupid,
not understanding?

"Hungry, I'm hungry..." I quickly replied.

"Then what should you say?" This woman has so many tricks.

"I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I said.

"That's it?"

"Oh."

"You seem to have forgotten the most important thing."

I thought for a moment, but I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It's Mom, you haven't called me Mom yet." The paternity test couldn't wait to reply.

Oh, right, we're playing the role of incestuous mother and son, that's what they like, I suddenly understood the
mystery.

"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want milk." I replied immediately.

"Good boy, come to Mommy's arms, Mommy will feed you." The paternity test was really nonchalant.

"Wait, are your breasts big?" I suddenly didn't know what to say, because I couldn't imagine what her breasts looked
like.

"Big, and no smaller than your butt, can't you imagine it yourself?"

"I can't imagine what you look like." I also said honestly.

"You can't imagine what I look like, you've never seen me, you can imagine your mother." The paternity
test seemed impatient.

I hesitated for a moment, and then firmly replied, "This, I can't do." That's because I deeply love
my mother, she is my goddess, not a slut.

The paternity test was silent, as if she was thinking about something too? Perhaps she didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Just when I was at a loss, the paternity test came again: "Child, I
understand your thoughts, but I think you should go back. Because you love your mother. I've been in this chat room for
half a year and chatted with countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you. I mean, you're different from them. You love
your mother and don't want to desecrate her, while they're just doing it for thrills. Think about it yourself. This may be
fun, but it's not suitable for you."

The paternity test's words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart. Indeed, I should think it through.
Not everything fun is worth playing, especially these forbidden games.

"Then I'm leaving." Finally, I made up my mind; it was better to leave.

"Good, child, it's good that you understand Auntie's words. If there's anything Auntie can help you with in the future, just come here
to find me. If we're destined to meet again, we'll meet again, okay?" The paternity test's words were so
heartwarming, as if they really were my mother.

"Goodbye Auntie."

"Goodbye child."

Although it ended like this, my heart was still unsettled.

When I got home, Mom was already back, but seeing her tired face and still wearing her
uniform, I could tell she had just arrived.

"Where did you go?" Mom asked weakly.

"I went to Ahua's house. It's his sister's birthday today," I made up an excuse, just so
Mom know I'd gone to the internet cafe.

I sat down next to Mom, casually watching TV, but I felt uneasy, like I'd done
something wrong.

Suddenly, Mom took off her hair clip, shook her head, and her dark hair gently
brushed , a faint fragrance wafting up. I couldn't help but think of what had just happened.

"Have you been drinking?" Mom suddenly asked.

"No."

"No? If you haven't drunk anything, why is your face so red?"

That's when I realized I'd been betrayed, so I quickly went along with it, saying, "I had
two ."

"You drank, and you still won't admit it? Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's bottom! If you can't drink, then don't drink! "
"So much, be more careful next time." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I quickly followed.

Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief; my heart, which had been pounding, finally
calmed down. Strange! What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything! What am I afraid of?

I tried to find the answer, but the more I thought about it, the more confused and depressed I became, until finally I fell into a deep sleep
.

The next day, I woke up around noon, but Mom had already prepared lunch. It looked like she
had even tidied the house.

After lunch, I was about to go back to my room to study when Mom said, "Come on, let's go swimming."

This startled me, and I looked at Mom in confusion.

Mom looked at me and said, "Didn't they just build a swimming pool in the neighborhood? I haven't been there yet, and I
haven't swum for years."

"Isn't it only open in the afternoon?" I asked Mom regretfully.

"I saw the notice when I went grocery shopping today. From now on, it'll be open for two hours at noon on weekends too, because it gets too crowded in the afternoon
." With that, Mom went back to her room, and I went back to change my clothes.

The blazing sun shone brightly in the sky; this weather was unbearable. Luckily, the community swimming pool was
indoors , or I would have been skinned alive.

Mom's calculations were spot on; the pool, the size of two basketball courts, only had about ten people. If we came in the afternoon,
we'd bump into three or five people every ten meters. Now it's much more comfortable.

After buying tickets, Mom rented a life ring. Doesn't she know how to swim? Why does she need one?

Mom and I went to the shallow end, and when she took off her jacket, I was shocked. I'd never seen Mom's swimsuit before
! It was a two-piece dark blue swimsuit, and what was even stranger was that there was a picture of F4 on the front!
How tasteless!

Mom seemed to notice my uncomfortable frown and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

I shook my head, not giving a clear answer. Mom continued, "This was
specially bought for me by Aunt Zhang's sister when she was buying goods."

You get what you pay for; maybe it's something she couldn't sell and
was using as a favor.

The swimsuit was obviously a bit small, but it seemed to have good elasticity. It fit Mom
perfectly, hugging her body tightly and showing off her sexy curves. With that
picture of F4, at first glance, Mom looked ten years younger. No one would believe she was
the mother of a high school student; even I started to doubt myself...

After getting into the water, I swam a couple of laps, but Mom just kept turning around in the shallows. I swam
over to her , "Mom, why aren't you swimming?"

"I'm swimming, aren't I?" Mom said matter-of-factly.

"You call this swimming? Mom, I remember you used to be really good at it."

"That was before. I can't anymore. Mom's getting old." There seemed to be a hint of melancholy in her voice,
which made my heart ache. I didn't want it to be like this.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said, "Mom, how about this? I'll swim in front, and you follow behind.
If you really can't keep up, I'll give you the life ring."

Mom shook her head and said, "No, no, this is more comfortable for me."

"Mom, if you can swim two laps, I'll do the laundry today."

I thought this would finally persuade Mom, but she gave me a sidelong glance and said, "The laundry is already done
."

"Then I'll do the dishes today."

"That's too easy for you," Mom said dismissively.

I thought for a moment, and it seemed like I had nothing else to offer Mom, so I went for it and said, "Then what do you
want me to do?"

Mom's lips curled up slightly. She said, "If I do it, you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" It seemed I had fallen into Mom's trap again. I really regretted being so impulsive.

"Final exams are coming up soon. I need you to promise me that your average score has to be above 90, otherwise you'll have to do all the housework
during the summer vacation ."

It seems I've really fallen into a trap, and a really insidious one at that. But I'm not afraid. My average score
in last week 's mock exam was already 93. Luckily, I didn't brag to my mom, or I would
have been at a huge disadvantage this time.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, then nodded, and so my game with my mom began.

I sat on the life ring, leisurely paddling in the water, while my mom followed
slowly . Every time my mom got close, I would paddle a few times, making her stare wide-eyed.

Just as I was laughing and joking, a beautiful sight stunned me: my mom's cleavage,
a snow-white and alluring cleavage, rising and falling in the rippling water, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. I stared at it unconsciously
, and my mind involuntarily drifted to the chat room from last night.

I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but my peripheral vision couldn't help but wander to my mother's chest, as if
yearning for something yet afraid to face it.

Just as I was feeling uneasy, the lifebuoy lost its balance and tipped over, and I fell into the water.
Suddenly, two smooth arms hugged me tightly from behind, and a pair of soft things pressed against my waist. I
instinctively struggled to the surface, looked around, but didn't see my mother. Then, a silvery laugh
came from behind me. I turned around and saw my mother, her face beaming with an innocent and lovely smile, though it
shouldn't be on a mother's face...

Instantly, I understood what had just happened. Those soft things were my mother's proud breasts. The moment was so
brief, but the impact on me was so strong. What was happening?

"Looks like you're going to be doing the housework unless you produce good grades," my mother said with a laugh.

This trap was too obvious. Normally, I would have protested, but now I didn't say anything. It wasn't because
I was convinced, but because my mind was in turmoil. I didn't know what to say.

"Stop staring blankly. Don't try to make excuses for yourself, no way." With that, Mom swam back to the shallow
end.

I didn't follow her, but kept glancing at her from a distance. I was terrified that if I were near her,
she would discover something. Mom ignored me, playing by herself. Seeing how happy she was, she seemed like a
carefree, joyful girl. I had never seen this side of Mom before. Was I just too ignorant of her?

In the afternoon, I hid in my room, unable to study at all. My mind was a jumbled mess, filled with thoughts of last night's chat and my mother's recent
conversation . I felt I needed to talk to someone to calm down.

So, I went back to the chat room from last night. Surprisingly, there were so many people there even during the day, but
after two hours, the "paternity test" result still didn't appear. The same thing happened in the evening.

The next day in class, I couldn't concentrate at all, and suddenly the class time felt incredibly
long. Finally, school was over, and my friend dragged me to play Counter-Strike, but I made several excuses to refuse
.

I rushed home, and as expected, my mother wasn't back yet.
It would be even better if she was working overtime tonight.

I immediately turned on my computer and skillfully entered the chat room, but unfortunately, I still didn't see "Paternity
Test." I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't give up; I could wait…

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was my mother calling. She said there was an event at work tonight, and she wouldn't be home until later.
This news was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for me. I immediately made a bowl of instant noodles and
waited in front of the computer like a hunter waiting for its prey.

Time passed second by second, and finally, as dusk was about to end, the "Paternity Test" I had been waiting for
appeared . I couldn't contain my excitement and was about to send her a message, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too abrupt?
Maybe she didn't even remember me.

Just as I was hesitating, she sent me a message instead: "Oh, what brings you here?"

"I had nothing to do, so I came to see you." I was clearly expecting her, but I didn't dare admit it.

"Nothing to do? Then study your lessons, did you miss me?" The directness of "Paternity Test" was a bit
unbearable.

"No, I just wanted to tell you something." I still couldn't face my ugly thoughts.

"What is it? Just say it."

How could I possibly say this? Last time I had so confidently declared my respect for my mother, but today I wanted to
spiritually blaspheme her. Wasn't that hypocritical?

As I hesitated, "Paternity Test" somehow seemed to understand my thoughts and
accurately sent a message: "Do you want to continue what we didn't succeed at last time?" Although it wasn't necessary, I still felt my face burning. "Yes," I answered

resolutely . "Can you give me a reason?" This stumped me. Did I even need a reason? I considered it for a moment, but I couldn't find a reason that could convince myself and her. So I replied, "I'm sorry, I have no reason." "That's alright. At least you're honest, unlike others who spout a bunch of sweet talk, not a single word of it true . Let's settle this privately." Thank goodness I didn't give those reasons that even elementary school students would doubt, or my glorious image would have been ruined. Soon, it was just the two of us in a small chat room. I was so excited, yet so confused. I didn't know how to start. I suppressed my enthusiasm, trying to make everything seem calm and natural. "Baby, come here, let Mommy hug you." "Paternity Test" launched the first attack. "Mommy, I want to nurse." This time, I wouldn't make the same silly mistake as last time. "Come on, suckle Mommy's nipple. Does Mommy's milk taste good?" "Yes, Mommy's milk is so fragrant and sweet." This boring conversation made even me laugh. I wondered if we were having online sex or just playing house like kids. "Don't just eat, quickly rub Mommy's breasts. That will make Mommy feel better." "Mommy, I'm rubbing. Your breasts are so big, so white, so soft." "Do you like them?" "Yes." It was so simple. I thought it would be more difficult. "Are you getting a reaction down there?" she suddenly sent a strange message. "What kind of reaction?" "A man's reaction." Oh, that's it. But I didn't feel anything. "Nothing." "Are you a virgin?" "Yes." A few days ago I would have said no, but now I think there's no need, and "Paternity Test" doesn't like it either. "Then you should at least have some imagination, right?" "I don't know." "Okay, from now on, imagine me as your mother, and you're doing it with your mother, okay ?" Actually, I wanted to do that too. I was conflicted. The thought of doing it with my mother made me a little uncomfortable, but I really wanted to know what it would feel like. "Can't you do it?" Before I could answer, "Paternity Test" said impatiently. I thought she was probably burning with desire and couldn't wait. "I'll try?" I still wasn't very confident. "Who am I?" "Paternity Test" said. "Mommy." "Do you like Mommy?" "Yes." "Is Mommy pretty?" "Pretty." "Do you want Mommy?" "Yes." "Child, come and take off Mommy's clothes." "Okay." Following the guidance of "Paternity Test," I slowly entered the mood. "Mommy is holding you now, hoping you will kiss me." "Mommy, I'm kissing you, my hands are tightly gripping your big buttocks, so soft." "Child, you're so naughty down there, so hard pressing against Mommy." Suddenly I felt a small tent indeed forming in my crotch, and boiling blood surged through my body. "Child, shall Mommy help you take care of it?" "Paternity Test" spoke again. "Okay." "Child, Mommy is kneeling in front of you now, sucking your penis with my mouth, oh, your penis is so big, so hard. (Paternity Test)" "Paternity Test" really thought of everything. "Thank you, Mommy, your mouth is so warm, wonderful, and comfortable." I took my fantasy to the extreme, and one hand involuntarily stroked my excited genitals. "Baby, can you carry Mommy to the bed?" "Okay, I'll carry you now." "Good boy, Mommy's wet down there." "Let me feel, it's really wet." I slowly got into the mood, and many of my words seemed like instinctive reactions.

Without even thinking, I blurted it out. I found it strange myself; where did I get this kind of experience?

"Child, Mommy wants it so much, hurry and enter Mommy's body." The words of "Paternity Test"
burned like fire , making me unable to extricate myself.

"Mommy, I'm coming, I open your legs, I aim at your flesh cave, I'm going in."

"Oh..., so comfortable, child, Mommy's jade legs are tightly wrapped around your waist, move."

"Okay, Mommy, I'm moving, you're so warm and comfortable inside, so much water is flowing."

"Yes, oh... child, you've hit Mommy's G-spot." Ah, is it really that exaggerated?
Never , pleasure is the most important thing.

"Mommy, now I've grabbed your big breasts again, and I'm kneading them."

"Yes, harder, Mommy likes you like this, ah..."

Now I feel like I've entered another world, a world without any burdens, where there is only
desire and forbidden pleasure.

"Child, you're so amazing, Mommy has already orgasmed." "Paternity Test" suddenly said.

"Mom, I'm going to cum too."

"Okay, cum inside Mom."

I frantically masturbated, fantasizing about my mother's body. Soon I finished my
first online sex session, and a strange pleasure made me feel more comfortable than ever before.

"Did you just masturbate?" "Paternity Test" said.

"Yes, what about you?" I asked curiously.

"Me too, I didn't expect you to be so experienced."

"No, this is my first time."

"Oh, really? You're quite quick to understand."

"Maybe."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Comfortable, how about you?"

"Me too, to be honest, this is the most comfortable I've ever felt here."

"Can we still chat in the future?"

"Of course, this is my QQ, *123456*, we can chat on QQ from now on, it's
more convenient. I have something to do, I have to go now, goodbye, child."

"Goodbye, Mom."

After adding "paternity test" on QQ, I quickly cleaned up the "battlefield" and even
sprayed some air freshener in the room.

Mom wasn't back yet, so I tried to review my lessons, but I couldn't concentrate on my books. Thinking back to what had just happened, I
felt a little uneasy. I felt sorry for Mom; how could I take
it ? But why was I so crazy just now? As I thought about it, this contradiction remained
unbalanced in my heart.

It was late at night when Mom came home. Normally I would have chatted with her for a bit, but tonight I just
said hello and went back to my room. I didn't dare spend too much time with her; I was afraid
something .

That night, I couldn't sleep. One moment I was reflecting on my shamelessness, the next I was thinking about the online sex involving "paternity testing."
The only constant was my hand gripping my hard genitals.

Every day, looking at Mom filled me with an indescribable guilt, but I couldn't hide from her every day. So I
secretly watched her, paying attention to her every move, every expression. Perhaps because of our mother-son
relationship , Mom was completely unguarded in front of me. Her snow-white, alluring cleavage and her sexy little panties
would occasionally flash in my vision.

I had never realized my mother was so beautiful, so sexy, but the more beautiful and sexy she was,
the more became the object of my sexual fantasies.

It was another hot summer night. I was buried in my studies under the lamp when an ice cream suddenly appeared on my
desk. "Take a break," my mother's sweet voice came from behind me.

I didn't even notice when she came in, which shows how focused I was. But if I wasn't
focused my mind would wander. Only by forcing myself to concentrate on my studies could I banish those shameless thoughts
. Studying became my best way to control my emotions.

I turned around and looked at my mother, and my heart skipped a beat. It was hot, but she didn't need to dress like that
. After all, I'm not a child anymore.

My mother was wearing a sleeveless, oversized blue t-shirt and black
tight . Her two snow-white legs were casually exposed in front of me, and she was also holding an ice cream
and eating it with relish.

"Have you had any mock exams lately?" my mother asked again.

"Yes." I thought Mom would leave immediately, but she plopped down on my bed. How could I possibly handle her
dressed ? I turned my head away, avoiding her hot body.

"Give me a report."

"Math 96, Chinese 91, Physics 93, Politics..." I said, turning my
office chair to distract myself and forcefully trying to keep my mind from wandering.

Suddenly, a book hit my head. Mom snapped, "Sit properly! How can you
talk ?"

I had no choice but to face her, but I still couldn't look her in the eye.

Then Mom seemed to notice something. She grabbed a tissue and bent down. A few drops of melted ice cream
had fallen to the floor. Suddenly, a pair of large, white breasts caught my eye. Wow, Mom wasn't
wearing a bra! With her movements, those two hemispherical mounds swayed slightly from side to side. Oh no, I
could n't control myself. My lower body slowly swelled. I quickly looked away.

Luckily, Mom finished wiping the floor and left, otherwise, I would have been mortified.

That night, my mother's alluring breasts kept flashing through my mind, making me restless.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was incredibly sleepy.

I hadn't drunk much water tonight, but my bladder felt so full. I lazily got up and went to the toilet, still
half asleep. I don't know how long I peed, but it was a really long time.

Just as I was passing by my mother's room on my way back, a sound woke me up—or rather, it was my mother's
voice , a moan. I immediately became alert.

"Oh...husband...so amazing...ah..."

Husband? Wasn't that Dad? But Dad was on the wall. Could it be Mom's lover? No, this concerns
the family's honor; I have to see for myself.

I gently pushed open my mother's bedroom door; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I could clearly see a sensual and stimulating scene unfolding on her
bed . My mother lay on the bed, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure
, her hands gripping the pillow tightly beside her, her two full breasts swaying rhythmically up and down.
The man was kneeling between her legs, frantically writhing his hips. My mother's two snow-white, rounded legs were draped
over the man's shoulders, swaying rhythmically from side to side…

"Oh… ah… husband… faster… ah…" my mother moaned softly, her ecstatic appearance
like that of a wanton harlot.

Instantly, I felt suffocated. Why? Why did such a vile thing happen in my
family? Why was my mother such a wanton woman? I hated them, I hated the man who took my mother away.

Just then, they stopped, and the door in front of me slowly opened. I tried to pull it open, but it was too late.
The man turned around with a smile. Ah, that's Dad! He… he wasn't… I
suddenly I was seeing a ghost! I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. Could it be…?

Dad waved to me, and Mom was smiling at me too. I found myself walking towards them without even realizing it.
How eerie!

"Don't be afraid, child. I'm your father."

How could I not be afraid? Even though he's my father, he's not human.

"Child, your father won't hurt you. He came back to tell you something," Mom said casually,
but I felt so uneasy.

"Come on, child," Dad patted the bed next to Mom.

I unconsciously sat down again. My only choice was to turn my back to Mom's naked body.

Dad put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Son, I left early and in a hurry. There are so many
things I can't let go of. First was you, but now it seems I was worrying too much. Second was your mother." As
he spoke, Dad looked at Mom, a hint of guilt showing on his serious face. His words were filled with strong
family affection, which made me feel much more relaxed.

"Your mother is still young, and she has a long road ahead of her. I hope you can take care of her in my place."

Take care of her? What does that mean? It can't be that simple, can it? I can do that without you telling me. Before I could even
react , Mom hugged me tightly from behind. I tried to struggle, but I had no strength.

Mom breathed softly in my ear and said, "Son, do you love Mom?"

"Yes, but...we..." I understood what Mom meant, but how could this be? Although I
had fantasized about this countless times, reality wasn't like this.

I felt Mom's soft, large breasts rubbing against my back. She also slipped a hand
inside my clothes, her slender hand roaming over my skin.

"Child, what are you afraid of? Even your father agrees," Mom said again.

I glanced at Dad, who was now sitting to the side, puffing on his cigarette and watching us. When he saw me
looking at him, he immediately smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, Mom reached into my pants and grabbed my already rock-hard penis, saying,
"Child, look at you, you don't need to lie to yourself anymore. You like Mom, you want Mom, don't you?"

"Mom, I...it's not like that..." I cried anxiously.

Mom ignored me, pushed me onto the bed, and pulled out my penis, saying, "Honey,
look how big it is, bigger than yours." As she spoke, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth.

A strange warm current immediately surged through my heart, but I couldn't do this. I wanted to stop Mom's crazy
actions, but my hands had no strength, and my body was limp and powerless. Now I was like a
lamb to the slaughter, waiting for Mom's rape. The only thing I could do was to enjoy this rape.

I clearly saw my mother's mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis, her tongue roaming over the head.
Although I felt ashamed, a tingling pleasure filled every nerve in my body.

My father smiled indifferently beside me. My mother was sucking my penis, occasionally giving me lewd
winks What was happening? Was it really this terrifying and bizarre? I wished it was just a dream, but
it felt so real.

My mother then climbed on top of me, placing her pair of snow-white, full breasts on my face. "Child, come and drink
Mommy's milk. You loved it when you were little."

I hesitated for a moment, then without hesitation, took one of my mother's nipples into my mouth. A sweet taste immediately flowed into
my mouth. Did my mother still have milk? My mother took one of my hands and placed it on her other breast. I
instinctively rubbed it, and saw a few drops of milky white liquid dripping from her scarlet nipple. It
was truly amazing.

I drank the milk. While I was reveling in playing with my mother's soft, large breasts, the shame I felt earlier
had vanished. I was completely absorbed in my mother's beautiful, sexy body and the thrill of incest.

My father remained silent, simply watching us with a smile.

After a while, my mother sat up. She grabbed my penis, smiled at me, and then moved her
buttocks towards her wet vulva, slowly sitting down. I clearly watched my penis
being swallowed inch by inch by my mother's body. A strong pleasure surged into my brain and firmly occupied it, making any moral concepts
seem so insignificant.

My mother sat on me, unleashing her wanton power. Her alluring face made my
heart flutter. Her full, firm breasts bounced up and down actively. "Oh... ah... child... so
comfortable..." my mother moaned happily, her voice so enchanting.

I couldn't help but wiggle my hips to match my mother's movements. I could clearly feel
an unprecedented warmth and softness inside her vagina, the smooth walls rubbing against my glans with her actions.

"Oh... baby, come... grab Mommy's breasts... Mommy's... breasts are so full..." Saying this, my mother
pulled my hand to her breasts, and her bouncing breasts
immediately . I squeezed hard, and several streams of white fluid shot out from her nipples—a
spectacular sight, like a milk fountain.

"Ah..." my mother exclaimed, "Oh... it feels much better now... baby, continue...
ah..."

I frantically rubbed my mother's large breasts, streams of milk shooting out aimlessly, splashing all
over . I stuck out my tongue and licked every inch of my face clean, and my father chuckled at
the sight.

My mother's milk was so plentiful, it showed no sign of stopping, so I simply sat up and
took turns sucking on her two bright red nipples. My mother held my head tightly, as if afraid I would leave.

After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt full, and my mother's movements slowed down. She released
me, rolled over, and knelt on the bed, her round, large buttocks facing me, saying, "Child... come and fuck Mommy,
like a bitch." Although I had never done it, I must have seen it in porn.

I spread my mother's two snow-white buttocks apart, and thrust my penis deep into her wet, plump vagina. My mother
cried out, "Ah...it's so big...child, you've hit...my G-spot...ah..."

My mother's words were a great encouragement to me. I grabbed her slender waist and thrust desperately into that incredibly alluring
little cunt. Every time I reached the deepest point, my mother would cry out, and the sound of our flesh colliding with each other
became a beautiful and lewd melody.

"Good boy...harder...ah...so good...ah..." My mother moaned unrestrainedly.
I looked at my father beside me, and he actually gave me a thumbs up.

"Oh...child, Mom couldn't hold back anymore...you're so amazing." After my mother finished speaking, I felt her vagina
twitch a few times, and then a warm, hot liquid sprayed onto the head of my penis.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore, I want it too..."

Before I could finish, Mom rolled over in a flash and said, "Child, quick, ejaculate on Mom
." Her eyes held a look of both longing and terror.

Mom grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and couldn't help but ejaculate.

No, semen should be white, but mine is red. I looked at Mom, and
her alluring eyes sent chills down my spine.

Suddenly, a stream of bright red liquid spurted from my glans—it was my blood. Mom
laughed wildly in the bloody mist, and Dad laughed maniacally beside her. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. What was happening?
What was going on? Was

I possessed? Was this God's punishment for me? Punishment for my desecration of Mom?

"Ah..."

I screamed and jumped out of bed, soaking wet. I pinched my thigh; it still hurt.
It was just a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream.

Suddenly, I felt a sticky sensation in my underwear. I touched it and realized I'd had a wet dream.

Just then, the door opened, and my mother rushed in. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"Nothing, just a nightmare," I said, quickly pulling a blanket over my underwear.

My mother touched my forehead and said, "Look at you, you're covered in cold sweat. Have you been studying too hard lately
?"

"No."

"You need to take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Okay." The more concerned my mother was, the more guilty I felt.

"Should we see a doctor?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Go to sleep if you're okay. Call me if you need anything." With that, my mother left, and I finally felt relieved
.

I quickly changed my underwear and hid it. I'll wash it myself in a few days. I absolutely can't let my mother find out,
or what will I say?

Lying in bed, I was wide awake, pondering what had gotten into me lately.
I thought I really shouldn't have gotten involved in that circle; after all, I'm still a student, and my mental fortitude can't
compare to theirs. But it was just too alluring.

In a painful and helpless struggle, dawn broke, and I reluctantly went to school.

I couldn't attend class, so I lied to the teacher and ran home.

Once home, I couldn't resist looking for a "paternity test," but she wasn't online, and she didn't reply to my messages.

My mother came home looking exhausted, which made me feel even more guilty. To dispel the shadow in my heart,
I thought I should take the initiative to approach my mother. Perhaps the untouchable mother in reality would gradually replace
the mother in my imagination, and that way I could stop overthinking.

I poured my mom a glass of water and brought it to her, but she looked at me suspiciously
and said with a mischievous grin, "Why did the sun rise in the west today?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Just confess what you're up to."

"A bad idea? No...nothing." My mom's words startled me. What did she know?

What if...

? "Did you skip class?"

How did Mom know? Wait, I clearly asked for leave. "No." I firmly denied it.

"Then what do you want to buy?" Mom asked again.

So Mom was just testing me. Luckily, I was firm. Since she thought I was hiding something, I might as well
go along with it. "I want a PS2."

"What PS2?"

"A game console."

"Games again? Don't you have a computer?" Mom's attitude changed drastically.

"Isn't a computer for studying?" I retorted.

"Studying? You make it sound so nice, but do you think I don't know you play games all the time?" Mom suddenly
snapped. She hadn't been angry in a long time, which surprised me.

I was speechless and could only silently turn and go back to my room.

"We'll talk about the PS2 after your exams," Mom suddenly said.

Back in my room, I felt nothing. Normally I would have felt disappointed, but this time it was as if
nothing had happened; my mood was unexpectedly calm.

And so, peaceful life began again. But this didn't last long. That day, I opened QQ and found that "
Paternity Test" had left me many messages, saying she missed me and urging me to contact her quickly.

Out of affection and my weak conviction, I contacted her anyway. I
told , but she laughed and said, "That's a common problem for teenage boys, it's normal, nothing to be afraid of." I
thought so too; maybe I was overthinking it.

Chatting with "Paternity Test" always brought me joy and excitement, and gradually I became addicted to the taboo.
Lost in the joy of online sex, "paternity testing" always had countless ways to attract me. Our online sex evolved from the bed to the
kitchen, bathroom, balcony, and even in crowds. Scenes of erotic excitement and my mother's sexy,
voluptuous body kept replaying in my mind.

"Can we meet?" Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I didn't want to treat my mother as
an object . I wanted real sex, I wanted a woman, or I would go crazy. But I didn't have
high expectations for the other end of the internet.

"Why?" The other person was silent for a while before answering.

"Although we are very happy online, I still feel so empty when I return to reality, don't you feel the same way
?" I said boldly.

"Actually, I feel the same way too." I didn't expect "paternity testing" to be so frank.

"Then can I be your lover?" I said even more boldly.

"No, you are still a student, you shouldn't do this."

"Don't you like students? Do you want to find a playboy as your lover and be deceived by him?
"

I could see that "paternity testing" was actually tempted. She was just still hesitating.

"But I'm an old woman." If we had just met, I would have believed her, but now I don't.
Judging from her views on some things, I believe she's not only not old, but also quite a trendy woman.

"I don't care."

"You'll be disappointed." "

I'll be even more disappointed if I don't see you." I don't know when I became so slick.

"Paternity Test" fell silent again, but I believed she wouldn't just say goodbye to me like that. Sure enough, a few minutes later
she said, "Okay then, let's meet first. We might not be able to become lovers, we'll decide later."

"Time, place?" I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. If there was a hole in the ceiling, I
would definitely jump to the sky.

"You guys have exams coming up soon, right? Let's talk about it after you finish your exams."

My enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by half. There's still a month until the exams. How am I supposed to get through this?
"

Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Just study hard during this time."

I seemed to see my mother's shadow in "Paternity Test," which made me even happier.

"Okay, it's a deal.

"

In the month leading up to the exam, I studied with extraordinary effort. My promise to "Paternity Test"
gave boundless motivation, and of course, there was the PS2. Although I often reminisced about the happy
times with "Paternity Test" and the occasional mental humiliation of my mother, it was my emotional anchor. It seemed I was beyond redemption.

In the blink of an eye, the exam was over, and my grades were among the top three in my grade. My mother was very happy and promised to
buy me the PS2 within a week. But my mind was preoccupied with my meeting with "Paternity Test."

One day, I learned that my mother had to work overtime. My opportunity had arrived! I quickly left
a message I waited until the afternoon before she came online, but unfortunately, she wasn't free that day either. So we agreed to meet
at the park entrance at 8 pm the next evening, and each of us would bring a copy of that day's *Yinhai Morning Post*.

Fortunately, Mom was still working overtime the next day, so I was overjoyed at home, jumping for joy and planning my
dialogue for the evening and my first time. Although it wasn't finalized yet, my confidence was at an all-time high.

In the evening, I carefully dressed up. As I went out, night was gradually falling. Sitting on the bus, I
felt uneasy. Colorful neon lights flashed before my eyes. I idly watched the pedestrians,
wondering what they were thinking. Did they also fantasize about incest with their relatives like I did? Perhaps they
already incestuous relationships with their relatives, or perhaps they found it disgusting…?

Before I knew it, I arrived at my destination. For safety, I hid to the side and observed. Sure enough, a
mature, voluptuous woman dressed in black was looking around under a streetlamp. Her curvaceous figure was quite similar to my
mother's. I could clearly see the newspaper in her hand, but unfortunately, her back was to me, so I couldn't
see her face, but I was sure she was very beautiful.

I took a deep breath and boldly stepped towards my target. I approached her step by step,
my heart pounding as if it would jump out of my chest.

I was probably nervous about the "paternity test" too. To avoid scaring her, I mustered
all , "Hello, may I ask who you are...?"

She turned around, and I almost fainted. It wasn't because she was ugly, but because she looked so much like my mother—
no, that was my mother.

"Xiaoxing, you..." My mother saw the newspaper in my hand and seemed to understand everything, but she still
couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. I could clearly feel my heart pounding. My mother blushed,
at a loss for words, and so did I. How could such an embarrassing thing happen to us, mother and son?

"Slap!" The newspaper in my mother's hand hit my face. "Go back." My mother said angrily and
turned to leave, leaving me standing there, frozen in place. I regretted it. If I hadn't insisted on meeting her, none of this
would have happened. Now that my mother knew about my perverted fetish, how could we live together in the future?

When I turned around, my mother was gone. I had no choice but to go back alone.

On the way home, I was still uneasy. How would I face my mother when I got home? What would
I do next? My mother was really something, going to websites like that. No wonder I kept encountering "
paternity . How could I be so careless? But who would have thought it was my own mother?

I had to reconsider my mother. What kind of mother was she really? Did she
really enjoy having sex with her son, as the internet said? Did she also use me as a masturbation object?
Did she meet with me to relieve psychological pressure? Countless questions swirled in my mind.
The mother I had lived with for over ten years felt so unfamiliar.

When I got home, my mother wasn't back yet. I didn't know where she was. I just hoped nothing else would happen
. I kept thinking about the questions from earlier, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It was so confused that I couldn't believe it myself. Before I knew it, I fell asleep
.

A muffled thud woke me from my sleep. I quickly ran out to see what was wrong and found my mother
sitting unconscious by the door, her face flushed. She was clearly drunk, and very drunk at that. This
had never .

Seeing my mother's disheveled state, my heart ached. It was all my fault; she must be in so much pain and
so helpless.

It took all my strength to get her back to her room, but just as I was about to leave, she suddenly
grabbed my hand and said, "Xiaoxing, don't go...don't go, don't...leave Mom."

I didn't know if she was talking drunk or speaking from the heart, perhaps both. I sat down beside her and
wiped her sweat.

"Xiaoxing, it's Mom's fault...don't leave Mom...Mom isn't the kind of woman you think she is...
please forgive Mom..." Mom shook her head, talking to herself. I saw it, but my heart ached.

Before I knew it, my eyelids were drooping, but I still couldn't leave Mom, so I fell asleep beside
her .

The next day, when I woke up, I found myself in Mom's bed. Thankfully, she was gone; otherwise, I
wouldn't know how to face her.

Just as I was about to run away, Mom came in, her long, wet hair clearly from a shower
. "I took the day off today. Go take a shower, and we'll go buy a PS2 later." Mom said
this without any expression, as if nothing had happened.

I didn't dare think too much and did as she said.

Unlike our usual shopping trips, Mom and I talked less, but we were closer. Mom seemed like
a different person, radiant, as if she'd aged ten years. She held my hand the whole way, her full
, firm breasts rubbing against my arm, making me very uncomfortable. I tried to pull away, but Mom
glared at me, as if to say, "Don't move." I really didn't understand.

After buying the PS2, Mom suggested going to KFC. We found a secluded spot.

"Xiaoxing, do you think Mom went too far?" Mom suddenly said while we were eating.

"No, not at all." Although I didn't understand what Mom meant, I didn't dare ask directly.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm saying that since your father left, I haven't given you
enough care because of work. Now you're all grown up, and I haven't even noticed. I feel like I'm not a good
mother; I've been too selfish." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Mom, don't say that. You work for me too, I understand. It's my fault for
disappointing you." Hearing her words, I felt indescribable guilt.

"Xiaoxing, do you remember what you said about the 'paternity test'?" Mom suddenly changed the subject.

"I...I don't remember." I answered nervously, not knowing what Mom wanted to do.

"It's okay. If that's what Mom truly felt, would you believe it?"

"Mom...I...I don't believe it." I still hadn't figured this out.

"Child, whether you believe it or not, I can honestly tell you, I did fantasize about you
masturbating , but I didn't know it was really you on the other end of the computer." Mom said earnestly.

"Mom, please stop. I was wrong. I won't do it again." I lowered my head like a sinner.

My mother grabbed my hand and said, "Child, you did nothing wrong. It's Mom who's wrong. Mom shouldn't have dragged
you into this."

Her words exploded in my head, leaving me disoriented, unable to see the sky or the
ground. Was Mom no longer angry with me? I was at a loss, unsure how to tell her.

We both remained silent, as if separated by two different worlds.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. But to figure out what was happening, I mustered my courage and
asked , "Mom, I don't understand what you mean."

"Xiaoxing, tell Mom, what's your opinion on incest in real life?" Mom countered.

"I...I don't...have any opinion," I answered timidly. "

If you don't have any opinion, then why did you go to that chat room?"

"I just thought it was fun, so I..."

Mom looked at me, then at the surroundings. Suddenly, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and spread
the collar to the sides, revealing a snow-white cleavage. "Is it pretty?" Mom
asked strangely.

I felt a sudden panic. How could Mom do this?

"Do you think it's pretty?" Mom asked again.

"Beautiful." I nodded reluctantly.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Xiaoxing, are you fantasizing about masturbating with your mother's body, like you said online?"

"Mom, I... I'm sorry." My mother's question was too difficult for me to answer.

"Child, since it has already happened, it's too late to regret it. I know we are both embarrassed, but
we can't carry this burden for the rest of our lives. I've thought about it, and only by facing it can we possibly find relief.
Don't be nervous, just say whatever you want. I'm ready."

I fell silent again. What was my mother thinking? Why was she saying these things?

"Child, you know, when we talk, I fantasize about masturbating with your body. Do you think
I'm shameless and lewd? But why is that? Because I'm also a woman, with emotions and desires. And what
I can't escape is that you are so much like your father, so I..."

My mother's monologue shocked me. I had never considered the great grievances my mother had suffered. This was my failure as
a son . I always tried to please my mother, but I never noticed her needs.

"Mom, let's talk about it when we get home." I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to control our emotions and
would embarrass ourselves in public.

Mom nodded slightly.

On the way home, we hugged each other like a couple, the only difference being that we didn't speak
or smile; we were more like comrades going to war together.

I carefully analyzed what Mom had just said. Although it was a bit incoherent, the intention was clear. But
what should I do?

This wasn't a game. Although I had fantasized about her body countless times, this all came too
suddenly. I wasn't prepared at all. I love my mom, and I believe she loves me too. Why do we have
the same hobby? Is this God's arrangement? This is too bizarre.

"Xiaoxing, is there anything you want to say to Mom?" Mom asked me as soon as we entered the house.

"I don't know how to say it. Mom, can we?" After thinking about it all the way home, I calmed down
a lot .

"Why not?" Mom countered.

"But this is reality, not the internet. I'm afraid we might not handle it well."

"Honey, I've thought about that too. But have you considered it? We live together like this, and we've both had
these thoughts. How are we going to face things in the future?" Mom's eyes shone
with .

"Mom, what should we do?"

"I've thought it through. What's meant to happen will happen, and what's not meant to happen can't be forced
. Why don't we try? If we can accept it, why not? If it really doesn't work, we'll
think of something else." As she spoke, Mom gently hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to mine.

I thought I would feel uncomfortable, but I didn't. I felt my heart pounding and my body temperature
rising. I couldn't help but hug Mom's waist, and she immediately pressed her lips to
mine . I didn't hesitate and our tongues intertwined. I felt a light, floating
sensation; the taste was truly magical.

I don't know how much time passed before we finally let go of each other. My mother's face was covered in my saliva.

"How did it feel, child?" my mother asked shyly.

I nodded and said, "It felt wonderful."

"Me too." As she spoke, my mother moved my hand down, placing it on her round buttocks.
My hand felt like it was being sucked in.

I gently stroked my mother's buttocks, and she hugged me tightly, her full, firm breasts
rubbing against my body. Suddenly, one of my mother's hands reached down to my crotch and gently grasped my steel-like
penis. My mind went blank; an unprecedented stimulation overwhelmed me.

My mother looked at me seductively and said, "Shall we go to the room?"

I had never seen my mother like this before, never imagined that my goddess would look like this—
noble yet possessing a strong allure, deeply attracting me.

Once in the room, my mother immediately helped me undress. I numbly cooperated, and I couldn't help but ask myself, is
this how begin?

My mother quickly shed her heavy clothes,
revealing her mature and voluptuous body naked before me. Her fair skin, full and firm breasts, slender waist, long, beautiful legs, and
the dark, glossy pubic hair made my eyes widen in disbelief. She was so beautiful, so sexy.

My mother pulled me to the bedside and asked, "Are you ready, child?"

I nodded firmly, putting one arm around her and gently kneading one of her large breasts with the other.
Her breasts were so soft and smooth, the pink nipples like two alluring rubies. My mother's hands
weren't idle either; she firmly gripped my hard penis. "So big," she exclaimed.

I gently placed my mother on the bed, and she waited like a lamb. I climbed on top of her,
my hands roaming over her alabaster skin. My mother shyly closed her eyes, breathing softly,
looking very content.

Slowly, my hand reached that mysterious triangle, already damp. I easily found
that warm, inviting place, but now it was like a waterfall, smooth and tender inside. I couldn't resist any longer
. I immediately parted my mother's legs, grabbed my penis, and desperately thrust it into that dark, sticky triangle. But strangely,
I couldn't find my way out.

Seeing my panicked state, my mother chuckled and said, "Let me do it." With that, she grabbed
my penis and pulled it down. The warm, comfortable sensation tightly enveloped my glans, stimulating my body
like an electric shock.

I slowly pulled out my penis and thrust it in again. "Ah..." my mother cried softly. My
penis was almost completely inside her vagina.

I lay on top of my mother, one hand gripping her large breasts tightly, my hips swaying wildly.
The friction between my glans and her vaginal walls brought me unprecedented pleasure. More importantly, something I had fantasized about countless times had become
a reality. Just a moment ago, I was wondering if I should do this. It seems my mother was right. I never imagined that the thrill of incest
could be so exciting. I felt as if I had fallen into a gentle dreamland, where there were no taboos or constraints.
All I wanted to do was thrust, thrust desperately, thrust towards our climax.

"Oh... ah... so good... I haven't felt this way in so long... ah..." My mother
breathed rapidly, moaning softly, her face flushed, her dark hair scattered on the white sheets, her fragrant sweat
sticking us together.

I thrust my penis in and out of my mother's vagina with abandon. That vagina felt like a warm
home, drawing me in. "Mom, are you happy?"

"Oh...yes...I'm very happy...thank you, child, for letting Mom...experience this long-lost
pleasure ...ah!"

My mother's legs gripped my waist tightly, her hips swaying up and down with my rhythm.

Suddenly, my mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her. She sat up, her buttocks bobbing up and
down on my penis. I could clearly see my penis moving in and out of her body; the feeling was
incredible .

"Child...do you like it...ah..." my mother said with a mischievous grin, her large, white
breasts bouncing with her movements. It was a spectacular sight. I couldn't resist grabbing them tightly and
kneading them vigorously.

"I love it, Mom, I love it so much!"

Her pink pussy tightly gripped my hot cock, a soft, tingling sensation spreading throughout our bodies. Mom
writhed wantonly, her ecstatic moans and forbidden thrills making me feel like I was in heaven. Morality had long since
vanished ; only the pleasure of incest surrounded us.

Soon, Mom collapsed wearily onto me, but her buttocks continued to writhe. It seemed she
was tired. I immediately rolled over, making her raise her round, white buttocks, and my cock
entered her from behind like a fiery dragon. Holding Mom's buttocks, my cock
thrust , a glistening stream of vaginal fluid flowing down her thighs onto the sheets.

"Ah...oh...child...faster...oh...harder...ah..." Mom's moans
grew louder and louder, making my blood boil. I couldn't help but thrust harder and faster, until
a large patch of red appeared on Mom's white buttocks.

"Ah...child...Mommy can't take it anymore...Mommy's going to cum...ah..." As she spoke, her body
convulsed, and a warm current rushed towards my glans, so hot that I couldn't help but ejaculate for the first time.

Afterwards, Mommy and I embraced like young lovers, savoring the forbidden pleasure.

"Child, how did it feel?" Mommy suddenly asked me gently.

"It felt wonderful, thank you, Mommy."

"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you!"

"Why?" I asked curiously. "Because you made Mommy feel like a woman again." As she spoke, a girlish shyness

appeared on Mommy's face . "No, Mom, it's what I should do. It's me who's been neglecting your feelings . I'm so sorry." "Child, do you know? I already thought about it this morning. If we can't express our feelings for each other, then I'll have to go outside and find a lover. I'm so afraid I'll go crazy. After all, we can't live like before anymore. You're not a child anymore, and I think you'll feel bad too, right?" Mom's words startled me. I didn't expect Mom to be so thoughtful. But if we fail today, I'll lose Mom. "No, Mom, I won't let you go outside and find a lover. You're mine, and I 'm your lover," I said excitedly. Mom patted my head and said kindly, "Silly child, isn't Mom here? With you, how could Mom bear to go outside and find a lover? Tell Mom, do you love Mom?" "Yes, I love you, Mom." "Like what you said to the 'paternity test'?" "Yes, like we are online." As I said this, I pressed Mom down on top of me again, and Mom smiled and cooperated with me. I won't go into details about what happened after that. I feel incredibly happy and lucky to have met my and to have achieved such a near-perfect union. What about you? Can you do that too? Anyway, my mother and I are practically husband and wife, and I sleep with . Having sex with my own mother is just too wonderful!

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