[Like taking pride in loving one's mother] [Author: Laughing at the Heavens]

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Author: Xiao Cangtian
Word Count: 11879

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This is a story about my beautiful, glamorous, and sexy mother, Xiang Meixue, and my love affair.

This plan started when I was a child, ever since I wanted to have sex with my mother.

That desire for my mother was ingrained in my heart. Realizing this, I decided to launch my offensive. From premeditated
simplicity to mutual teasing, everything began so naturally and slowly.

When she let her hair down, her long, black hair cascaded down to her waist, so beautiful from every angle, so
delicate and pitiful, even her voice was soft and gentle. I began to spend more time at
home with my mother, comforting her when she felt neglected. Filled with love for my mother, I couldn't help but muster the courage
to say to her, "Mom, I love you the most!" My mother seemed completely relieved.

In the days that followed, my mother gradually changed her clothing, always dressing herself neatly and beautifully.

My mother worked outside, very capable, no less than any man, and rejected many suitors. But I
knew... My mother is lonely; she needs comfort, she needs a broad shoulder to lean on. She
endures her loneliness entirely for me, her beloved son.

Every time I think of this, a surge of tenderness wells up inside me. I know I love my mother, not just as
a mother, but also as a woman. Gradually, my desire grew stronger.
I wanted to hold my mother in my arms, to offer her strong support with my arms. I wanted to be the man of this family,
to make the woman of this family no longer lonely.

Watching my mother change, watching her beautiful curves flow before my eyes, and the occasional glimpse of
her breasts, her slender waist, or her alluring inner thighs, I felt a strange stimulation and
excitement , and then I desperately tried to hold back my erection.

"On your eighteenth birthday, I really want to give you a very special birthday present," my
mother said to me. It was evening, and my mother and I were both in the kitchen, but I didn't know what to give her
.

Ah, of course I could think of a birthday present I really wanted my mom to give me, but I'm not
stupid enough to just tell her directly.

Honestly, even when I only had a vague concept of sex, I started fantasizing about my mom's
mature body day and night. In these fantasies, I've
been intertwined with my beautiful, mature mom thousands of times, caressing, kissing every part of her body, while simultaneously spraying my semen everywhere during
intense masturbation.

To be honest, my mom isn't the kind of woman who would evoke all sorts of lewd thoughts the moment you see her.
Her hair started fading earlier than I expected; she's 45 this year, and a significant portion of it
is already gray. However, her skin is still very smooth, with a fair complexion that has a slight reddish tinge. She has large
brown eyes, is 5 feet 7 inches tall, and while her body might be considered slightly plump by some, she doesn't have
the so-called alluring breasts, neat ankles, or a sexy, pert bottom.

But her breasts were full, and her pelvis was wide, which made her hips look very comfortable. Her legs, though a little
too full, were very beautiful, especially her thighs. She often wore very short loungewear, and when she
sat down was often quite casual. When she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would climb up to her thighs,
showing off her beautiful thighs and hips.

In short, her figure gave you a very harmonious and comfortable feeling, even though her lower abdomen was slightly
protruding.

But, to me, she was the most beautiful in my heart, my favorite. "

Eighteen is a special day in your life, and you should have a gift that you especially want,"
Mom continued. "Yes, Mom, my dear Mom, what I want most is a tight hug from you,
a kiss from you."

"Ha, whenever you want, Mom can give you those," Mom said with a smile. "

But, Mom, you know, I'm going to be a man now, so what I want, well,
not a mother's kiss, but a woman's kiss." "Yes, many mothers also want to be women,"
Mom joked. But, Mom, what I want most is a kiss from you, you know what I
mean .

Hmm, I'm not so sure.

Hmm, okay, but I think you said you wanted to give me the gift I want most. You were
n't joking with me all along, were you? Don't say that, Mom protested. Of course I'm not joking,
but you, you're not joking, um, I mean, that kiss. Mom, of course I'm not
joking . I really want a real kiss from my beautiful mom,
a kiss between a man and a woman.

Of course, compared to the thousands of times I've done what I imagine Mom has done, this is
the sexually suggestive thing, but, after all, to do anything, you have to find a starting point.
Stop it, Mom still smiled, but this time, I think I'm a little embarrassed. Mom, I really'm not
joking , but if you really feel a little... well, then just forget about it. Just buy me a pair of socks,
or underwear or something.

"Don't say that. I really want you to feel like this is a special birthday for you," Mom patted my
cheek. "Have you really thought about what kind of kiss you want?" "Of course, Mom, a real kiss from you means
much more to me than just a kiss." Mom smiled again, but this time, she seemed a little flustered.
After all this talk, I knew she was still unsure if I was serious. "Mom, you know, holding
her hand, I'm almost an adult. In a few weeks, I'll graduate high school
. Who knows where I'll be in a few years?

To me, you're the woman I cherish most in this world. Is it too much to ask for a sincere kiss from such a
woman ?"

Mom became serious, looking at me with gentle eyes. "To be honest, if you really want it,
I can't want it more, Mom. That's the gift I've been longing for." At this moment, Mom seemed a little
lost Since you say so, when do you want this gift?" (My birthday is less than...)
(It's been a week.) Now we can practice, I think, so you'll know how much I want this
gift.

I smiled at my mother. My mother smiled, her face already blushing shyly, looking exceptionally beautiful. I thought, you
just want a kiss, don't you? Oh, Mom, look at how much you've thought of me! I just don't have this experience yet, and
maybe you'll need some time to adjust. But I think you want to be like me, just like me,
don't you?

My mother smiled again; she was really into the game. I don't know where this dangerous
game will lead us, but you know, talking to my mother in this tone gives
me a completely new sense of excitement.

"You little rascal," my mother said, but I think I'm a little out of control too. She stared at me for a while and
said, "Okay, big boy, let's do it." She took a few steps closer to me, and I reached out to embrace her. Then,
she hooked her soft arms around my neck, lifted her head, and as I lowered my head, she closed her eyes…
Kissing her like this felt incredibly warm and sweet, though she seemed a little numb, and her beautiful
lips were tightly closed.

"Mom, it feels so good, but I feel like this is still a bit like a mother's kiss. I think if you could
relax , make it softer, and make it last a little longer, it would be better. Mom, let's try again, okay?
" "How could I let you do this to me?" Mom muttered softly, then shrugged, as if
to say, "Whatever, since it's already like this," and lifted her head again. This time, Mom's lips were much
softer and slightly parted. Her warm, soft body pressed tightly against mine.
My penis was already erect, pressing against her lower abdomen.

Good heavens, she must have noticed! And her swollen breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. This
time , it continued like this. It seemed like Mom was trying to prove her sincerity to me, like she was waiting for me to initiate
the kiss. But I didn't want to do that. I felt my heart pounding wildly, and the excitement and pleasure made me
dizzy. I had kissed some girls at school before, but this one, oh my god, had never been
as wonderful as today. Finally, I felt that she was almost unwilling, but Mom slowly
pulled . She was a little out of breath, and so was I.

Oh, this should be a man's kiss, right? Ah, Mom, one more time, okay? I pulled her into my arms
again . She struggled weakly, protesting, turning her head away from me so I couldn't kiss her. "It's not
fair, you're lying, you're lying!" she shouted and fussed, but at the same time, she was laughing happily. Gradually, she calmed
down and pressed her soft and beautiful body against me again, hooking her arms around my neck. Okay,
you little glutton, so she gave me another sweet kiss.

This time, she quickly broke free from my embrace, though I didn't think she did it
on purpose . A little embarrassed, her face flushed, but she still smiled.

That evening, seeing she was alone in the kitchen, I went over, somewhat roughly grabbed her, and
gave her a very passionate kiss. At first, she struggled a few times, then
relaxed , opening her beautiful lips to respond. But this time, she quickly pulled away, looking at
me tenderly, and said, "Goodnight, big boy."

The next afternoon, rushing home from school, I was more polite this time. "Try it again, Mom," I asked
. "

When you say 'once,' I don't know if I should believe you," Mom said with a smile. Of course,
she still nestled into my arms, giving me a wonderfully gentle kiss, this time lasting longer
. Her arms were against my neck, her soft breasts against my chest, and her lower abdomen pressed against my
penis—the sensation was exquisite, incomparable. Finally, Mom tilted her head back, her arms still around
my neck, and said, "These kisses are starting to get more and more real." Real, I find it very interesting,
don't I?

Mom looked at me for a long time and replied, "Yes, darling, I haven't kissed like this since my honeymoon
." Then she met my lips again… As time went on, these kisses evolved into
a series of warmer, longer, more passionate kisses,
lasting for five minutes as we embraced in a very adult way. Mom's kisses had completely become a woman's kiss
for a man. In fact, I started to fear that my engorged penis would burst out of my pants.

I was sure she could feel its throbbing and its pressure against her abdomen, and if it weren't for one
thing , I would have been in heaven; I felt I might ejaculate on the spot from the stimulation,
and on the other hand, I noticed that Mom was also trembling and breathing heavily.

Finally, Mom decided to push us apart, saying, "I think we've practiced enough today.
If we don't stop, I think our lips will be too sore to kiss before your birthday!"
Thank you, my dear Mom, but will I really be able to wait until that day? Hearing this, Mom
just smiled, a slightly awkward smile, and continued preparing dinner for us.
Soon, everyone else in the family returned, and that was it for me that day.

The next day, around the same time as yesterday, I returned home. Mom was alone in the kitchen.
This time, I went straight over, put my arms around her waist, and pressed my lower back against her soft, plump buttocks
. Then, I began to gently kiss her beautiful neck, occasionally moving to her face. Mom shook her
head, chuckling softly, "Oh, here we go again, you rude guy."

She didn't stop what she was doing, so I continued to hold her, occasionally planting
a kiss on her neck or face. This time, she didn't try to stop me. My penis was already hard and
inserted into her buttocks. Finally, I started gently biting her earlobe. Oh, it tickled! Mom couldn't help but cry
out. She finally turned around, hooked her hand around my head, and leaned on her heels towards me. "Do you
want Mom to practice with you again?" she whispered. This time, Mom and I
kissed for several minutes, so tenderly and lovingly. Then, we heard someone coming, so we quickly opened my...
I quickly sat down amidst their embrace, trying to avoid my sister noticing my erect penis.

The following day, aside from a fleeting farewell kiss, I didn't get a real chance.
I wandered around with desire and frustration, hoping to create one or two opportunities.
At first, I thought Mom was oblivious to my eagerness, but when I saw her looking at me with amusement and
winking, I realized she at least sympathized with my situation, and I hoped she felt
the same way.

The next evening, everyone else in the family went to bed according to their normal routines, while Mom
told them there was a book she wanted to read. I always went to bed later than the others, so I thought this
might be my golden opportunity.

When I thought everyone else was asleep, I quietly approached Mom. She was sitting at
one end of the sofa, so I sat on the armrest, turned around so I could face her, and
lowered my head to kiss her. This time, neither of us spoke; Mom simply leaned her head back against the sofa,
waiting for me to kiss her. Her eyes were closed, but from where I was sitting, I could see inside her blouse—
the upper part of Mom's soft, beautiful breasts.

As I wrapped my arms around her, I gently brushed against one of her breasts, and Mom
trembled slightly. We continued our warm kiss. Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing more
intense . I moved down from the armrest and sat on Mom's lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally
, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately.

Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down, and quickly, our
mouths and chins became very wet. At that moment, I somehow became bolder than usual, probably out of
instinct . I slowly reached out, wanting to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions,
but maybe not. I made a mistake then; I acted too quickly, consciously
grabbing a handful of Mom's soft breasts.

Mom immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and told me she should go to sleep. I
stammered an apology, but she ignored me and went straight upstairs. Leaving me alone, cursing
my unwise impulse, I even wondered if I
had ruined everything I had worked so hard to build. I barely slept that night.

The next day was the day before my birthday. In the morning, Mom warmly woke me up and even kissed
me, which made me feel much better. I was about to apologize for what I had done the night before, but she
just put her index finger to my lips and then gently kissed me again.

I then walked into the classroom more easily and forced myself to stay awake through all the classes. But after dinner,
I was so tired that I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, everyone else had gone to bed
except for my mother. She was sitting at the dining table, clearly writing a letter.

As I looked at her, she turned to face me, her legs crossed, her skirt lifted high,
revealing from my position all the way to her buttocks her beautiful thigh. After admiring this sight through the two doors
for a while, I stood up and walked towards her. She smiled warmly at me and said, "I've been waiting for you to get up,
you sleepyhead."

I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward. My mother's response was as passionate as ever, and with
one kiss after another, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested
my hand on the leg that was crossed over her other leg. When I put my hands around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt even
higher —this time I swear it wasn't intentional. Before me lay my mother's very
smooth, very soft, bare legs.

Our kiss quickly escalated to the same intensity as yesterday. As Mom gently bit my lips,
exchanging , her passion was indescribable. Finally, when we paused to
catch our breath, Mom took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now ridden high, almost
indecently, but she didn't think to pull it down.

I don't think I learned anything from last night's lesson, because I had already unconsciously lowered
my head to kiss her bare knees. At this moment, Mom placed one hand on my head, not pushing me
away, but rather as if encouraging me. At this point, I was filled with fear. I began kissing
Mom's thighs, and then moved upwards.

The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft yet firm. After
a while, I placed my right hand on Mom's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause.
Then , my hand slowly moved to the upper part of her thigh, actually grasping her buttocks.
My kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, pushing it even
higher. I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing the beautiful legs of my dreams, legs I could never
have . I loved how she exposed them to me; I wanted to
look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty.

Being able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream, and in fact… Darling
, Mom cupped my face in her hands and whispered, "Tomorrow is your birthday, a very important day for you. I
think we should stop here for today. Tomorrow I'll watch you receive the gift you want most, but
now , I think it's time for us to sleep."

Reluctantly, I let her leave my embrace, giving her another tender kiss to wish her
goodnight. That night, I drifted off to sleep with the wonderful sensation of my mother's gentle thighs on my skin—the
best dream of my life.

Finally, the most important day arrived. It happened to be a Saturday, and of course, everyone in my family
was home. My family doesn't place much importance on birthdays, so we just cut
a and gave me two small gifts. But I wasn't particularly excited because I didn't
know if I would get a chance to be alone with my mother. However, in reality, I didn't need to worry about
that .

Mom then turned to me, gave me a kiss, and told me she'd be back in a bit. She went
upstairs, and I stood there, stunned, unsure what to do. I felt Mom had arranged for us to be
alone , but then I wondered if she was genuinely uncomfortable, and if she wanted me
to go to her bedroom.

My mind raced. I thought Mom might be ready to do *that* with me,
but what if I was wrong? I didn't want that. If I messed up, I might
lose … I grabbed a Coke and sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out
what to do. Just as I was getting stuck, Mom came downstairs, but I didn't notice. Suddenly, I
looked up, and Mom was standing in front of me. She was wearing a knee-length cotton robe, the fabric very
thin.

As she passed by the window, sunlight filtered through the fabric, though not very clearly, I felt it was
enough for me to tell that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Then Mom was standing in front of me, while
I was still sitting there dumbfounded in the kitchen chair. She leaned over me and
kissed whispering, "Happy birthday, my darling. Your present is all ready.

" I remained seated, my arms wrapped around her hips. Mom extended her tongue and gently licked
my lips. I responded in kind, "Mmm, tastes good," Mom murmured softly. Mom and I embraced
, our tongues intertwined, kissing incessantly. I moved my hands to Mom's bare knees, gently
caressing them , then slowly moved them up her bare thighs under her robe. She didn't stop my bold actions;
on the contrary, our kisses grew more urgent.

Finally, my hands reached their target. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently caressed and
kneaded her smooth buttocks, then slowly reached up with my other hand, gently brushing
her pubic hair.

Then she fumbled around in front of her robe, and in no time, it was completely open. She
held my head and pressed it against her soft, full breasts. Like a child, I nestled against her chest
, feeling her soft, smooth, and elastic touch. She then led me to one of her breasts and put
her firm nipple in my mouth.

At the same time, my hands roamed happily over her buttocks and vulva. She
spread , revealing her mons pubis to me without any covering. I then began to caress her already wet labia
and tried to insert a finger. Mom thrust her lower body towards me, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper into her flesh
. I began to finger her, while Mom pressed her lower body harder against my hand.

After a while, Mom began to writhe wildly in my hand, thrusting her body in and out of my
hand, and giving her clitoris increasingly intense friction. Then, Mom
reached her climax on my finger . Her climax was beautiful, accompanied by her moans and the undulations of her beautiful body. Ah, darling
, ah... ah... darling... the walls of her vagina spasmed and tightened around my finger.

A few minutes later, as Mom's rapid breathing began to ease, she
said to me in a slightly rougher voice, "But I haven't given you your gift yet. Come and hug Mom, carry Mom to your room.
Mom is your gift today. Haven't you always wanted this gift from Mom?"

Mom, for me, there is nothing more certain than this in the world! I think this is probably
the best gift any boy in the world could ever receive, I shouted. Then, Mom and I
went . As she went up, I gently lifted her nightgown so I could see
the movement of her lower body as she went upstairs, and Mom kept giggling at me.

After entering my room, I wasted no time, pulling open my mother's robe to
reveal her beautiful body. In my haste, I even tore it slightly. My mother was also busy helping me take off my
shirt and pants. When I was down to my underwear, she asked me to wait while she took them off.

She then knelt down and slowly pulled down my underwear. My mother watched as
my large, erect penis, swollen to its limit, gradually emerged from the underwear, until it finally sprang free
. At that moment, my mother laughed. "Ha, finally free! Beautiful little guy! Now I
can let it do more than when it's kissing me!" she said, holding my penis in her hand and
kissing its head, occasionally gently biting the glans with her teeth.

Then, Mom jumped onto my bed, spreading her legs wide apart. "Come on, your gift is
ready for you. Come and take it, darling, while it's still warm..." I couldn't wait any longer, but I
stood by my bed for a few more minutes, wanting to let my eyes feast on the beauty laid out before me.

There was my mother, her erect nipples slightly dark, her breasts
firm and erect, her snow-white, full thighs spread wide, and below her flat stomach was her slightly raised
triangle, covered with a thick, dark forest. Through Mom's forest, I could see that her labia were
swollen and parted, revealing her delicate little hole inside, the delicate little hole I had longed for.
Now, it looked like a blooming rose in front of me. Below the flower was Mom's tightly
closed anus, and below that, a thin slit in her buttocks created by her legs spread wide apart. At this moment,
Mom was like a blooming, beautiful flower, waiting for me to pluck it, for me to invade it.

I leaned over, letting my mother's eager hand grasp my penis, guiding it to her wet, fleshy entrance. "
Come on, take Mommy," she whispered encouragingly... I slowly thrust my hips, letting my penis slowly penetrate my mother's wet, hungry, tender flesh
inch by inch ,
until it reached the very depths of her flesh, my testicles pressing against my mother's soft buttocks. My mother's flesh was so hot inside, almost scalding
my deeply penetrating penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply too wonderful.

I remained motionless like this for several minutes, carefully savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me,
enjoying the real
pleasure .

My teenage dream had unbelievably become a reality. I
completed my rite of passage by inserting my aggressive penis (Mom always called it a dick) into my mother's vagina! Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you. At this moment, I am filled with gratitude and sincere love for the woman
lying beneath me, who has given the best gift that
all can give to their sons—my dear mother. Darling, I love you too. Come on, come on… Godmother… tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom! At this moment, if I hadn't already dreamed of doing it with Mom so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her . I began to slowly thrust in and out of Mom's beautiful body, first slowly pulling out of her tight, wet vagina, and then feeding her the whole thing. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight vaginal walls. I brought my mouth to Mom's lips, and the mother and son began to kiss, like two secret lovers who had been in love for a long time, no longer the pure kiss between mother and son. Yet at this moment, in this first intimate encounter between my mother and me, one that is not accepted by society, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son. Yes, the person I was making love with at this moment was my lover, my dearest darling, but especially—my mother! My mother twisted her body , matching the rhythm of my thrusts, her waist moving back and forth like a piston, lifting or lowering her vagina. Beautiful moans began to escape from my mother's mouth, which also made me utter sounds of pleasure, "Mom, your vagina is so beautiful!" Gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster, each time I inserted more forcefully than the last. When I was deep inside Mom's vagina, I would grind . Mom seemed to be one with me, using her waist and hips to give me perfect coordination. I didn't understand, but I endured it for so long. My penis felt like it was on fire, with a very stimulating burning sensation. I gripped Mom's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other hand caressed Mom's breasts. Mom's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusting movements. Finally, we both seemed to sense the approaching climax simultaneously. I began my faster and more powerful movements , while Mom arched her lower abdomen to receive my thrusts. Suddenly, Mom let out a long "Ah... Darling ... Godmother, fuck Mom harder, ah... Ahhh..." At the same time, I began to violently thrust into Mom's lower body, slamming her perfect, white buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to thrust into her again . I was really fucking her hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more. My bed now made beautiful sounds in sync with my thrusts into Mom's overflowing, tender flesh. With each thrust my testicles slapped against her beautiful buttocks. Mom had already raised her knees high so that my big cock could penetrate her little hole more effectively. I felt a tightness in my testicles, knowing I was about to climax. "Mom, I'm coming," I gasped. Mom was also breathing heavily, and her hips seemed to be dancing , the frenzied rhythm unimaginable to me, given how beautiful her hips could be. Finally, my cannon fired, ejaculating my hot fluid into Mom's tight hole, scalding the inside of her body. Mom let out a long sigh from her nose, and then her body beneath me stiffened instantly, followed by intense trembling. Her body arched like a bow, lifting us both off the bed. For a while, Mom trembled, her rainbow-like body taut, the muscles of her vagina gripping my penis, spasming wildly. Mom and I reached climax together. Then, Mom's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Mom's body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed on her chest, and her lips slightly parted below mine. I was still lying on top of Mom, but I was completely relaxed, though my penis remained hard, inserted into Mom's overflowing vagina. A large area under Mom's buttocks was wet , and every now and then I felt a ripple in Mom's ripe body, the afterglow of her orgasm. Gradually, I began to regain my senses. I felt a shock I had never experienced before. My life with my mother would never be the same again . Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, and strangely shaped mother-son relationship we once shared, like a cocoon. This relationship had undergone a metamorphosis. My mother, my biological mother, had given her body to me and had personally inserted her son's incestuous penis into her vagina, moaning seductively during intercourse with her son, experiencing forbidden pleasure. In my fantasies, our intimate union was already... But when this fantasy became reality, God, the pleasure was indescribable... I couldn't help but start caressing my mother's beautiful body. Her sensitive body trembled under my touch. Finally, my mother whispered to me, "Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life!" Ah, I feel like I've never had an orgasm before, darling, you make Mom feel so good. As she said this, I felt her vagina tighten around me again, and my body began to tremble with pleasure. To be honest, this was the first time I'd heard Mom speak to me like this, with such a vow-like tone. But I understood her, because what we had just done was so different that she needed such a strong tone to express the emotions she felt at that moment. Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you, this is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Mom , I don't think I can find any words to tell you how much I love you! At this moment, my whole body and soul are immersed in boundless love for my beautiful mother. Mom lies beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. Ah, look at your bed, I know my bed is covered with the love fluids left from our lovemaking. I don't know why, but we were just together, enjoying each other's company...

We chatted excitedly, saying meaningless things that were hard to decipher. I think we were just expressing
our happiness. We laughed together, and I lay on my mother's soft, fleshy body. The laughter made my penis
gently rub against her vulva again, and my penis became hard again.

Ah... um, I think this is good. We can clean the bed again, and then, and then... um,
prepare for our next time, and the time after that... Ah... We maintained our previous posture and
continued to talk, about how we came together, how we came together, and how we made love in my bed.

When you first asked me to kiss you, I guessed what you wanted me to do. But as I
let you kiss me again and again, I knew that I also wanted to make love to you. You know, I don't feel
guilty about doing this. I just love you, love you, love you more than anyone else in this world.
I think, including your sister and your brother, even your father, I really wanted to tell you all this in this
way .

Mom, you might find it a little strange, but I love you as my mother more than ever before
. Yes, your figure fascinates me, and your buttocks are truly intoxicating,
but I still see you as the best mother a person can have.

We talked, kissed, and caressed each other, and before we knew it, we were making love again. This time, Mom
rolled over and straddled me, becoming the top.
Watching her rise and fall on my penis was so captivating that my eyes almost popped out. It gave me an unforgettable sexual experience. Afterwards, we got up and had
some snacks, then went back to bed and quickly made love again before the rest of the family arrived.

From then on, Mom became my lover. Late at night, when everyone else was asleep, we would
be together in the bathroom. I would sit on the bathroom stool, and Mom would straddle my lap for a very passionate
sexual encounter.

However, we often had an afternoon just for the two of us. During these times,
we spend hours naked in bed, kissing, caressing, and sucking—ah, those blissful moments.

Whenever it was just Mom and me in the room, we would kiss, a wet kiss, and my
hand would slip under Mom's clothes, exploring her vulva or grasping her breasts. Mom would rub my penis
through my pants, and if it was safe, she would even unzip my pants… Actually
, several times we almost got caught by others, but we always managed to get away with it. I think my sister
had a little suspicion about us, but she never mentioned it to either of us.

Mom's body and soul were conquered by me! My large penis and vigorous sexual ability drove her to ecstasy.
Mom delicate, mature, and beautiful body regained its spring-like vitality, and she began to indulge in carnal pleasure. Long deprived
, she experienced for the first time how sweet forbidden desire could be. Mom could no longer bear to part with me. I think it's because
naturally , there's one of the strongest human emotions between mother and child. And when this mother and child
share a physical relationship that transcends ethical taboos, this union of spirit and flesh creates
one of the strongest and most enduring relationships in the world.

I got into a university not far from home so I could continue living with my mother. After graduation, I found a good job at a
local company. Finally, with my mother's encouragement, I started dating her
and eventually married her. In bed, my mother was just as passionate and mature as I had imagined. After the passion subsided, I
lay on top of my mother, panting heavily, unwilling to move for a long time. My mother was also panting softly, her pretty
face flushed, her long eyelashes trembling, and her alluring red lips slightly parted.

After marriage, to meet my demands, my mother wore revealing tank tops, low-cut necklines, high slits, etc., exposing
her thighs… embodying individuality and seduction. To match, my mother also needed equally glamorous hairstyles and shoes. Only your mother
's气质 (qi zhi, a combination of temperament, bearing, and inner beauty) can make you the dream beauty I envision. A sheer dress, subtly revealing and gently draped in silk, is perfect for
you. Thank you, dear Mom, for making my life so happy and so colorful.

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