Plump and plump mother

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The only pleasure in a mother's voluptuous, mature body

lies in sex! People are always obsessed with pure love, forgetting that marriage is nothing more than a contract, and morality and love are merely self-deceptive and exhausting constructs to maintain it. I vowed to indulge in all the world's sexual pleasures, to play with women who outwardly appear chaste but inwardly harbor lust. I would start with my mother. This was because I had long ago seen through her desires: she enjoyed being raped while feigning aversion to sex! Heh, alright, here I come!

So I often watched porn in my room, with the volume turned up very high. My father rarely came home; he was thoroughly tired of my mother's constant complaining and his own incompetence, so he simply stopped coming back. These porn films were nothing more than Japanese family incest or mother-swapping schemes. Those lustful mothers, their moans burning deep within, were all lonely, restless housewives. Once, my mother happened to pass by, watched it, and became very angry, shouting, "How could you watch such vulgar things?" I didn't answer. But she didn't punish me further, only warning me never to watch it again. There's only one computer at home, which my mom and I share. She often uses it to search for information and write articles. During the few days I stayed at school, my mom could use the computer alone. I suddenly had a brilliant idea: I pasted quick links to several incestuous movies on the computer desktop and labeled them. Hehe, that way, my mom would see them every time she turned on the computer.

All set, I went to school with peace of mind. When I came back on the weekend, the links were still there. It seems my mom isn't entirely against it! I repeated the trick and added a few more. Several days later, they were still there, undeleted (my mom probably wouldn't delete them anyway, hehe).

I like to masturbate while watching movies, and one time my mom caught me, saying, "What are you doing! And get rid of all that stuff you've put up!" I laughed, "You watched it?" My mom blushed and scolded me angrily, "It's all incestuous stuff, so disgusting!" Hahaha, I see. I immediately opened the most exciting mother-son incest movie and said, "Take a look at this." My mom immediately ran out, her large buttocks swaying.

Several weeks passed. One day, I was watching porn when my mother caught me again. She laughed and said, "Watching this rubbish again? A bunch of old sluts!"

This time, she didn't get angry. You see, she had scolded me the previous times, and once even slapped me! This time, she laughed and scolded, "Look what you've done! Vulgar! All those lewd Japanese!" I glanced at her; her smile was contemptuous, seemingly dismissive, but her eyes were fixed on the screen. After she left, I again lewdly stared at her swaying, large buttocks and fat legs. Through her shorts, I could clearly see she was wearing black thongs. Her buttocks were very large; the thongs barely covered her anus, and the plump, white flesh was faintly visible.

My mother seemed helpless about my behavior, but couldn't help being curious about what I was watching, even though I was certain she had already seen those movies.

I thought my chance was coming soon, so I decided to avoid watching porn for the next few days. These past few days I've been very considerate of my mother, helping her with many chores, buying groceries, and mopping the floor. Since she's not feeling well, I've also gotten her medicine, accompanied her during her exercise, and even offered to massage her—of course, just simple, non-provocative movements. Gradually, my mother has forgotten my distasteful behavior; after all, a mother always loves her son.

Once, while I was massaging her feet, she suddenly asked, "Why aren't you watching porn anymore? Have you learned your lesson?" I smiled and didn't say anything. Mom continued, "The Japanese are all perverts! Look at what they've done, making incestuous movies!" I said, "It's nothing, don't worry, I won't learn bad habits." Mom said, "Those Japanese old women, so old and still doing these things!" I said, "They make money, and they like it too. The Japanese are very erotic, it's normal for them."

As I said this, I looked at Mom's plump 95cm figure and laughed, "Mom, you should lose some weight, hehe, if you don't lose weight you'll have trouble walking." Mom smiled and patted her fat legs coquettishly, saying, "Look, my thigh is probably thicker than your waist!" I took the opportunity to say, "Let me measure it, it might be thicker than both of my legs!" After saying that, I reached out and hugged Mom's big white legs with my fingers, secretly kneading Mom's delicate 95cm skin, so tender and white! I touched Mom's fat legs and said, "You're really too fat! You need to lose weight right away, okay?" Mom smiled so hard her face turned red and she gave me a hard punch. Taking advantage of the moment, I grabbed her sexy, smooth arm and kneaded her white flesh, saying, "Look at you, your arm is almost thicker than my foot! You've really become a fat woman!" My mother scolded me shyly, "Alright, you rascal, stop laughing at me. Give me your medicine, drink it so you can sleep." So I went out to get the medicine, secretly glancing back at my mother. I saw her lowering her head, touching her fleshy legs, slapping them repeatedly, making "slap slap" sounds, like a fat, horny sow.

I poured out the decocted medicine and sprinkled in a small amount of the aphrodisiac I had carefully prepared. I didn't intend to get my hands on my mother right away.

My mother drank the medicine, joked with me for a while, felt a little sleepy and warm, and went to sleep. I wasn't in a hurry to do anything with my mother, so I went back to my room to sleep.

The next morning, I was on summer vacation and staying at home with my mother. When Mom saw me early in the morning, she smiled warmly and said, "Hehe, Mom, have you gained weight again today?" I said, "Actually, Mom has a good figure. I like fuller figures. Your figure is very sexy." Mom laughed and scolded, "You naughty boy, you have no manners!" While laughing, Mom unconsciously placed her hand on her plump buttocks and kept groping around before going to the toilet to pee.

This went on for another two weeks. Every night, Mom would flirt and chat with me, and she would drink a small amount of aphrodisiac that I had prepared. This aphrodisiac wasn't very potent; it was more like a nourishing and beautifying tonic. Mom's skin and breasts became increasingly alluring and seductive. The aphrodisiac's aphrodisiac effect gradually took hold. After drinking the medicine, Mom would often chat with me for a long time, almost unconsciously flirting with me, talking about Japanese movies or my "failed" love stories. I've noticed that Mom is increasingly unconcerned about me watching incestuous movies and doesn't shy away from discussing inappropriate topics, like her sex life with Dad, what my ex-girlfriend looked like, and women's menstrual cycles. So, I boldly reached behind Mom and hugged her plump waist, occasionally touching her breasts. Mom didn't seem to mind; it seems she's completely under my control!

(To be continued)

Mom doesn't mind me touching her breasts now, which indicates two things: 1. After spending so much time with her, I've gradually uncovered her long-hidden lust; 2. Under the nourishment of the tonic, Mom appears incredibly alluring, and her increasingly seductive and mature body has clearly stirred her inner restlessness. I wait patiently, not in a hurry to have sex with Mom. I want Mom to initiate sex with me; only then can I guarantee success.

A sudden, ingenious idea filled me with ecstasy.

That day, I invited Mom to go online with me. Mom said, "You're not going to trick me into watching porn again, are you? I won't do it!" I said, "No, you always say you don't know how to use the internet. Let me teach you." Mom didn't object, so I turned on the computer and pretended to teach her. After a while, I said, "Why don't you chat online when you're home alone? It's lonely otherwise." Mom said, "What's the point of chatting? It's all superficial online, I'm not interested." I said, "Don't rush me, I'll teach you first, whether you chat or not is up to you." So I told Mom about a chat room for middle-aged people, taught her how to enter and chat, and stayed up all night. In the following days, I continued to talk to Mom as usual, and also went online with her from time to time, repeatedly teaching her how to chat online. Although Mom didn't really like it, I still managed to teach her a lot. Mom had a habit of using the same username when chatting: "Elegant Woman 40." It wasn't a flashy name, but many people would chat with her. Mom didn't like having a bunch of people around her, so she would always log off after chatting for ten minutes or so.

Finally, I figured out when Mom would be online.

One day, I told my mom that school had started and that although graduation was approaching, I would still be staying at school for a while. So I packed up and went back to school. That evening, I went to an internet cafe and immediately opened the chat room. Sure enough, I saw "Elegant Woman 40"! My heart was pounding with excitement. I randomly chose a name and started chatting with my mom. My mom didn't reply much. After waiting a while, guessing she was about to log off, I asked her if she came online often. She replied, "Yes," and I told her we could chat again tomorrow. A few days later, I went home and asked my mom if she had enjoyed chatting these past few days. She said nothing much, just passing the time. I thought she must have been spending a lot more time online these past few days. That night, I went to my mom's room to read, and she went online again. This time, she stayed online for over an hour. Perhaps she was having a good chat with someone, because she happily told me, "Chatting is quite fun!" I chuckled to myself and didn't reply—the opportunity had finally arrived! I could finally show off my skills!

On Monday, I went back to school and went to the internet cafe to chat with my mom again that evening. This time, I used a very provocative name, "I Really Want My Mom!" I proactively reached out to my mom. I asked if she was busy and if she'd like to chat. At first, she ignored me, but then I kept sending her messages. Almost an hour later, she suddenly sent a message: "Are you a mother-daughter complex?" I replied, "Yes, I really like my mom, and she loves me very much." She then asked, "Have you two been intimate?" I said, "Hehe, how did you know?" My mom couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Seeing your name makes me very excited." I said, "My mom and I have had a relationship, and we still are." My mom's restless heart was finally ignited, and she asked me what exactly happened. I made up a story, saying my father didn't love my mom, that she was very sad and lonely, that I comforted her, and so on—a jumbled mess of nonsense. My mom clearly liked it, so I asked her, "How are you? Do you have children?" She said, "I have a son." I said, "You're probably alone too, right?" She said, "Yes." I gradually stirred up her lonely desires, making her feel that I cared about her and that we had similar experiences. I described my fantasies about my mother as sexual experiences, mentioning that we often chatted about sex online. My mother was attracted by my teasing and asked me about my feelings about having sex with my own mother. I said, "It's okay, as long as we love each other," and then went on to describe my thoughts about my mother's alluring body. The more I talked, the more relaxed and bolder my mother became, even laughing, "What you're saying is making me a little wet!" I asked, "Why not with your son? Isn't that nice?" My mother said, "My son is still young, I don't dare let him do that." I asked, "Does your son like you?" My mother said, "Yes." I said, "That's good, don't be afraid." My mother said, "But he is still my son, I don't dare do that!"

At this point, I had completely aroused my mother's desire. I boldly said, "Can you be my mother online? My mother went back to her parents' house, and I haven't had sex with her in a long time." My mother said: You want me to have sex with you? So I started calling her "Mom" online, and she loved it. She couldn't help but engage in online sex with me! I could almost picture her wanton and lewd behavior, so I intensified my efforts, completely immersing her in imagined pleasure. We chatted for over an hour before she said she was tired and we said goodbye.

I deliberately left a day free, and went to see her again on the third day. As soon as she saw me, she eagerly started chatting, asking, "Why didn't you come yesterday?" She had waited all night. I quickly apologized, saying I had an emergency. We talked for a long time; she treated me like her own child, very affectionately.

Now, everything was ready; with just a gentle nudge, I could arouse her pent-up lust. I returned home full of confidence. When she saw me, her face flushed slightly, and she softly said, "You're back?" I smiled and chatted with my mother for a few minutes. That evening, I secretly watched her in front of the computer. She was waiting anxiously, a mixture of impatience and anticipation. Finally, she got annoyed, shut down the computer, and went back to her room to talk to me. I said, "Mom, how have you been these past few days?" She reached out and touched my face, saying, "I'm fine, baby." I grabbed her hand and boldly kissed it repeatedly. She didn't pull her hand away, letting me caress and kiss her. I whispered, "Mom, you're getting more and more beautiful." She smiled sweetly and said, "Don't tease me, you little rascal!" I hugged her full shoulders and kissed her cheek, stroking her small, delicate earlobe. I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I love you!" She eagerly looked up, her lips slightly parted, and said sweetly, "Baby, Mom loves you too!" I hugged her again, kissed her forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "Dear Mom, I want you!" "

I knew the crucial moment had arrived, and I'd be a complete idiot if I missed it! I hugged my mother tightly, eagerly pressing my lips to her cherry lips and sucking desperately. My mother hugged me, falling into my arms, struggling slightly before collapsing. Her mature, alluring flesh rested against me, soft as cooked noodles. I kissed her while groping her large breasts, digging at her nipples. My mother tensed, letting out a soft 'Ah!' I felt her breasts growing larger, and I immediately laid her on the bed, stripping off her thin shirt and bra, revealing her large, white breasts that I had longed for for so long. Breathing heavily, I pulled off her panties. My mother was already unconscious and unable to resist, letting me do as I pleased with her flesh. I desperately wanted my mother, so I didn't tease her anymore, just moistened my penis with saliva and thrust it directly into her plump, long-desired vagina!

I had never been with a woman before..." Having done it before, I was incredibly excited, thrusting and pounding relentlessly. My mother had completely shed her usual seriousness, becoming incredibly wanton. She moaned and cried out, her plump, fleshy body swaying and thrashing, driving me wild! This further fueled my desire to conquer her. I used all my strength, slamming my penis into my genitals! Soon, I felt a tingling, numbing pleasure wash over my thighs and penis, a throbbing, uncontrollable urge to release coursing through my body. I instinctively knew it was time to make my mother completely devoted to me, so I thrust even harder and more violently. Under my rapid onslaught, my mother let out a loud scream. Finally, I jerked back, and a large gush of semen shot into my mother's tight vagina. My mother let out a moan and went limp. I weakly ejaculated the rest of my semen onto my mother's plump body.

The rest is history. After I conquered her, my mother belonged entirely to me, becoming my sexual partner. We lived like husband and wife at home, enjoying endless happiness.

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