Mom's room

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On a rainy night, Dad came out of the room in his military uniform. Mom followed, helping him straighten
his clothes as they went.

Mom wore a light blue silk nightgown; the thin fabric couldn't conceal her full breasts, their alluring
shapes faintly visible, and even under the light, the two rosy nipples were faintly discernible.

As she passed me, a sweet, intoxicating fragrance wafted over. I suppose Mom and Dad were supposed to have a
romantic , but something had interrupted them.

"Dad, are you going out so late?" I asked.

"Yeah, something happened at the military base." Dad's face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad. Before leaving, he only told
me to take good care of Mom, and that he probably wouldn't be back for the next day or two.

"Drive slowly, okay?" Watching Dad's departing figure, Mom murmured, "Just got back and already gone again,
sigh... always like this."

I put my hand on Mom's waist, comforting her, "Go inside, it's raining." Mom's waist felt warm to the touch,
soft and smooth; just holding her was enough to stir my imagination. The mother and son sat idly in the living room .

I randomly pressed the channel selector, unable to decide what to watch. "I'm going to bed now, you should go to bed early too," Mom said, getting up and going into her room. A puddle of water remained on the chair cushion where she had sat. I dipped my finger in it and tasted it; the flavor immediately made me feel a little sad. I turned off the TV and left the living room. "Mom, I'm coming in?" I knocked on the door. Seeing the light on through the crack, I opened it and went in . Mom was lying on the bed, hurriedly pulling the blanket over herself, looking slightly flustered. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight, is that okay?" I climbed into bed and lay down on the inside. Mom said with a troubled expression, "You're all grown up now, go back to your room and sleep." I smiled and said, "Dad just told me to take good care of you. Oh, it's rare for your son to want to be spoiled by you like this, how can you be so heartless?" Mom laughed too, patted my head and said, "It is indeed rare, alright. You, I wish you were always this considerate ." I immediately took off my coat and trousers and crawled into the quilt, snuggling into Mom's arms. It wasn't very late, and neither Mom nor I were sleepy. We chatted about everything under the sun, enjoying the simple pleasures of parent-child bonding. While we were chatting, I was being mischievous with my feet, teasing Mom's soles with my toes, gently tickling them. Mom got annoyed by me, so she simply clamped her legs together, making it impossible for me to move. Unexpectedly, this clamping caused my entire leg to sink into two warm and beautiful soft flesh. My mother and I rubbed our lower bodies together lightly, like being wrapped in a fleshy blanket, an indescribable comfort. Yet, this pleasure was tinged with a touch of awkwardness and ambiguity, which neither of us acknowledged, and we continued our calm conversation. "Mom, how long until Dad is transferred back?" I asked, nestled in my mother's armpit, peering through the side opening. Her full breasts lay flat like puddings turned upside down on a plate, their edges out a delicious curve. "About half a year more," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Mom, are you lonely? I'll keep you company." "Silly boy, I'm so busy every day, how could I be lonely?" "Oh, I was even thinking of coming to keep you company every night, looks like I was worrying for nothing." "Okay, you said it yourself, you'd come to keep me company every night, don't go back on your word," she said happily. "Dad told me to take good care of you, so I have no choice but to do it, even if I don't want to." "You're really forcing yourself? Go away, if you don't want to, then get lost." Mom said this, but she held me tightly under her armpits. How could I get away? Mom's armpits were so close, and I took a deep sniff. The fragrance was intoxicating. "Mom, you smell so good! Is the shower gel that fragrant? Is it your natural scent?" I asked in surprise. Mom chuckled: "Mom just sprayed on some perfume. Does it smell good?" "It smells so good, even better than your braised pig's feet." I praised sincerely. "Oh, you're comparing Mom to pig's feet? I'll beat you to death." Mom pinched my face a few times. Mother and son laughed and joked happily. I pretended to smell the perfume, pretending to sniff from under her armpits to her neck, then jumped into Mom's arms and took a deep breath. Instantly, my nostrils were filled with the fragrance of milk, which was no less than the perfume. Mom said softly, "Look how silly you are. Who puts perfume there? Smell Mom's ears." I lay back down and looked up to smell Mom's ears; they were indeed very fragrant. I then placed my hand on Mom's lower abdomen, slowly moving it down to her navel, circling it playfully. Mom closed her eyes, a comfortable expression on her face, as if she was about to fall asleep. At this moment, my legs were still between Mom's legs, and I seemed to feel Mom's lower body wriggling restlessly. I tried to gently rub Mom's crotch with my thigh and heard a pleasant moan. I knew Mom was aroused, and overjoyed, I boldly kissed her chest, then her shoulder, kissing my way down to her neck, chin, cheek, and then her ears. "Hmm... Zhi, don't do this, it's weird, hmph..." Mom frowned and closed her eyes, her voice languid, I didn't know if she was scolding me or seducing me. I whispered in Mom's ear, "Dad told me to take good care of you." Mom murmured as if in a dream, "How can I take care of you like that? Your dad will beat you to death when he gets back." I chuckled softly, "No, Dad will praise me for taking good care of Mom." My hand moved to the lower edge of Mom's breasts, tentatively tracing the flesh with my fingertips. Seeing that Mom didn't react, I began to rub those smooth breasts through her pajamas. Her beautiful breasts swayed like waves in my palms. Just as I couldn't resist and wanted to open my mouth to taste those delicious breasts, Mom suddenly grabbed my hand and said softly, "Your dad really will beat you to death." I couldn't move my hand, so I could only rub harder on my legs. I don't know where I rubbed, but Mom's sweet moans grew louder and softer, and the force in her hands lessened a bit. Unable to use my hands and feet, I had to resort to my secret weapon. My raging cock, unable to contain itself any longer, sprang and rubbed against Mom's plump, beautiful buttocks. "Ah...it's so hot." Mom finally woke up, glanced at me, and said coquettishly, "No, you can't do this." She tried to push me away, but she couldn't muster any strength and couldn't move me. So she reached down, trying to move that annoying cock . (Ah...how can it be so big.) Mom held my lazy penis, not knowing whether to push it away or let go, and could only try to savor it with her hand, like the blind men and the elephant.

What does my penis actually look like? Looking at my mother's flushed face, she was incredibly charming and adorable. I
thought , my mother's face must be very hot, maybe even hotter than my penis.

My attention turned back to my mother's chest. Although I was very thirsty, I dared not knead those beautiful breasts anymore. So
I reached down. At this moment, my heart was pounding, and my five senses seemed to become more acute.

Whether it was my mother's suppressed moans, the fragrant scent of her sweat, or
the friction of my fingerprints on my glans, everything was magnified several times over, incredibly clear. I could even feel
the moisture on my fingers as they moved downwards becoming heavier and thicker.

Finally, I touched my mother's treasure land, her beautiful, wet land. In the plump mounds and tender valleys, spring water had already overflowed
like a river.

"Ah...stop it." A strong force came, and my mother pushed me away.

Like a bolt from the blue, I knew that this time it was all over. I slumped down, head bowed, awaiting my mother's scolding.

In a resolute tone, without the slightest hesitation, she said, "Zhi, this bed, this room, belongs to your
father and me. Only your father can be here with your mother in this intimate
way . No one else is allowed, do you understand?"

I looked at my mother timidly. The once delicate and charming young woman had instantly transformed into an unapproachable,
virtuous woman. I was so shameless, so ashamed.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Only then did my mother's smile return, and she took my hand, smiling gently, "Come on, let's go to your room."

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