Making Mom Orgasm

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My father worked in the mines and was quite chauvinistic (most men in our hometown were like that
). After he rose to the position of a minor foreman, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until
he was completely unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, when he was drunk, he didn't hit or
curse anyone in the family. Therefore, considering other factors, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother (
at least compared to other families in town), and it was clear that my mother loved my father
, or perhaps it was "a form of respect."

However, I often sensed that my mother seemed a little melancholic. Of course, at that time, I
didn't quite understand why. Our family's circumstances were considered
upper-middle class compared to other families; my mother never had to work to help support the family.

Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with chores. Dad was always working in the mine, which
naturally brought Mom and me closer. She often came to me for help; and I, in turn,
often tried to cheer her up. It was clear Mom liked having me around; it
helped alleviate some of the boredom of housework.

Dad always left early and came home late, almost always drunk. I felt that
romance had long since faded from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy working,
in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was actually quite lonely. However
, I believe Dad still loved Mom very much. They would sometimes joke around
or tease each other, but the romance they had when they first got married was very little—
almost nonexistent.

After graduating from high school (few people went to university back then), I started working and also
found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. However
, as you can imagine, this meant I didn't have much time to date or engage in
the social activities that most young men enjoy. My life wasn't particularly special;
sometimes things were good, sometimes they weren't, just like any other ordinary person.

At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and
chat. I knew she enjoyed having me with her… Over time, my mother and I
became very close. She would even hug me and whisper that my presence was
like the sunshine in her life.

I was a precocious child, knowing many
things that should have been vague concepts at my age. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with a completely new perspective
. I discovered that she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother's hair was very black, thick, and long. When she let her hair down, her glossy
black hair cascaded down to her waist, revealing a slender, southern-style figure. Her eyes,
though still captivating, remained bright and expressive.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her
life before she got married. She still longed for those carefree days, but
she also told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most
important things in her life—her husband and children.

At that moment, I realized that my mother, with her traditional virtues and beauty, was a
woman who attracted me greatly. So I consciously sought her embrace and began to
compliment her, saying she was still a very beautiful woman. These compliments
usually made her blush, but she still accepted them with a smile.

Later on, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts.
On Sundays, when I had time off, I would ask my mother to go to the movies with me.

In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother, or hold her warm,
delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't looking, quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother would
naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew that my mother looked forward to the days when I took her to the movies, because she always
picked out the movies for us in advance.

After the movie, I liked to sit with my mother in a small park nearby for a while. There
, we could look at the night view of the whole town and say some playful and affectionate things to each other.

One day, my mother said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be looking for someone? You're almost seventeen
."

Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to get married. I want to be
with you forever."

Hearing her son's bold confession, my mother was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief
. After a moment, her dazed gaze silently shifted to the distance.

"Mom, did I make you worry?"

My mother thought for a long time before slowly saying, "I think we should go back."

Seeing my mother's attitude, I began to curse the words I had just blurted out. But then
I thought, well, it can't be ignored anyway; spilled water can't be taken back
. So why not take it a step further?

"Mom, if what I said makes you feel embarrassed, I'm very sorry. But you know
, your son isn't stupid, and he's more mature than his actual age. I love you very much, and
I'm willing to do anything for your happiness, Mom, please don't hate me."

Mom remained silent for a long time, then looked at me sadly and said, "Son
, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let this continue. It's all because I was too lonely
, so I sought your company, which led you astray."

"Mom, I didn't want this to happen either. But since it has happened, I'm still very
happy to have fallen in love with a woman like you."

"No! No way! You're my own son!" Mom retorted, "How can
such a thing happen between a mother and son? Besides, I'm a married woman."

"Mom, I can't care about that anymore. I'll take the risk if I have to. Things have already happened..."
"Son, I don't want to lie, and I don't want to take back my love for you. Mom, for your own sake,
can't you carefully consider my... request?"

Mom remained silent for a long while, then two clear tears silently slid down her fair, jade-like
face. Gazing at my weeping mother, I felt guilty. I pulled her to my chest and
hugged her tightly. At that moment, Mom whispered, "Son, we should go back."

After this incident, the relationship between my mother and me cooled considerably. Despite my repeated
pleas, Mom no longer agreed to go to the movies with me, instead telling me that I should
go with a girl about my age.

I could see that Mom was suffering just as much as I was. As the days passed, Mom
became increasingly depressed and taciturn. When Dad noticed the change in Mom and asked her why she wouldn't
go to the movies with me, Mom just shook her head and asked why Dad didn't take her out.

Dad said, "You know I'm very busy. Sunday is my only day off, so
it's better to rest at home."

Of course, he drank as usual that day. Then, Mom raised her
voice, as if she said something to him, and finally slammed the door and left the bedroom.

This Tuesday, everyone else in the family was out (Dad, sister), and I pleaded with Mom again
. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded. I was overjoyed and rushed forward
to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse, gently resting her head on my shoulder.

"Mom!" I was so happy, I hugged her tighter, implying to her that
now that I had her consent, our previous mother-son relationship was over, and
a new chapter had begun.

I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back
. My mother remained still, leaning against my shoulder.

I stepped back slightly, staring into my mother's eyes, gazing into their depths, and
said in a calm, gentle tone, "Mom, I love you, I will always love you." Then, I leaned down and
kissed my mother's slender, lovely neck, slowly moving upwards to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed
my lips to hers.

Unexpectedly, my mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded
, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.

From then on, the flowers I brought my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek.
When we were alone together, the long-lost embrace returned; and unlike before
, I could now boldly caress my mother's back.

Every Sunday before her date, Mom quickly reverted to her old self,
impatient and restless. My sister noticed and jokingly asked why she
couldn't sit still. Mom simply said she was going to the movies with her son.

My sister laughed at me, calling me a sissy for still clinging to my mother at this age. I mumbled
that as long as Mom was happy, I'd be willing to stick to her forever.

Chapter Two

# This Sunday evening, Mom wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children
, her figure was still as slender as a young girl's. The clothes weren't very tight, but they looked great,
cleverly highlighting her full breasts and hips.

With light makeup, Mom looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty
. On the way to the cinema, Mom was the center of attention for all the men in town. Meeting those
admiring gazes made me, as her son, feel incredibly proud.

That evening, the movie was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around
Mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on mine in return. After the movie, we went
to our usual park. Outside, the temperature was quite cool.

Quietly, Mom gazed at me and said softly, "Son, Mom wants to thank you for being so
patient, and thank you for giving me such a wonderful evening."

I looked at Mom and said, "Mom, you look beautiful tonight, very... um! very sexy."

Hearing me say such a blatant thing, Mom smiled, but her face also flushed. She whispered,
"Xiao Hao, if you weren't my son, I really would think... you're seducing your
mother."

At that moment, I looked at her and said, "Mom, yes."

As I confessed, my body temperature and blood instantly felt like they were on fire. My mouth
went dry, and the intensity of my excitement—if there were a measuring instrument, my heart rate would definitely exceed
120.

Turning my head away, my mother whispered, "But son, I am your mother, and I am already
married to your father."

"Mom, do you really care about Dad? I feel he neglects you too much, and I feel
you're unhappy. Mom! Give me a chance, I will make you happy!"

My mother didn't answer. After a long silence, she slowly said, "Son, I think we should go home,
otherwise… one of us… might do
something that we'll both regret for the rest of our lives."

She didn't specify which one of us, and my heart pounded in my chest. Was my mother,
like me, struggling to control her feelings?

"Mom, I'm sorry, but you're just so beautiful. I couldn't control myself, I trembled so
many times. I felt like an animal, but I still hope, I hope you're not my
mother, so that I might be able to... feel more... I might..."

My emotions were overwhelming, I couldn't fully express the intense feelings surging through my chest at that moment
. But Mom didn't seem to dislike this confession; on the contrary... on the contrary, she seemed a little happy.
I could definitely feel this in my heart, and I was certain Dad had never said this to Mom
.

As if in a dream, a pair of soft, delicate hands gently caressed my cheeks. Mom cupped my face and
said softly, "Son, I'm so glad you're my son. Do you really think Mom is beautiful?"
"

Okay," I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, saying, "Really, Mom, you're so beautiful, so
sexy." Unable to resist the pull of my emotions, I suddenly leaned down and
kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, only passively leaning against my chest, her body stiffening slightly.
I continued kissing her, my joy and anticipation growing stronger. Then, my mother suddenly began to
respond with the same passion, her delicate lips pressing heavily against mine. At that moment, I almost shed tears
; I had finally opened a crack in my mother's defenses.

Seizing the opportunity, I passionately kissed the beautiful woman in my arms, starting with her flushed
face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, and then returning to her warm red lips. My tongue
explored her hot lips, prying open her tightly closed teeth, teasing her small tongue, and we
kissed passionately for a while. Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing
at each other pantingly for a moment.

Suddenly, Mom turned her head and whispered, "We should go home, son..."

We drove home, and Mom naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror
, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. So, on the way back, halfway
along the road, I suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder, stopped, and
began to kiss my astonished mother. At the same time, I reached out and kneaded her full, round breasts through her clothes
.

For the first time, a man other than her husband had touched her chest. My mother trembled violently, forcefully pushing me away,
gasping, "Son! I...we...can't do this."

She clearly still had reservations about her husband and her own chastity. However,
I ignored her protests, using the cramped space of the car to force myself on her, kissing
her hesitant lips again, silencing her words. At the same time,
my right hand climbed onto her chest and began to knead her breasts.

The mature woman's breasts felt wonderful to the touch; two heavy mounds of flesh,
twisting and turning into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity. My mother, who had initially struggled, gradually began to moan
sweetly and started to respond passionately to my kisses.

After a while, my mother suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and whispered,
"Son, we should go home."

"Okay, Mom," I replied meaningfully, noticing my mother's slightly trembling shoulders
.

When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As
usual, my father was probably drunk again. Before we even entered the living room downstairs, I embraced my mother and kissed her passionately again
.

At first, Mom protested, "No...don't do this, you'll wake everyone else up
."

Gently, but firmly, I replied, "Mom, I love you, more than anyone else in the world.
I want to keep kissing you like this. Don't worry, Mom, Dad and my sister are already fast asleep
."

"Son, I know, Mom loves you too! But I am your father's wife, and
no matter what his flaws are, I will always wear the collar he gave me..."

"But Mom, we're just kissing, I don't think this will hurt anyone."
"

Son, what if someone gets woken up by us? What if we get discovered
?"

We were at an impasse in the living room when suddenly I had an idea. I whispered, "Mom
, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he'll
know where you are."

After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed
, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable demand.

"Go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and be right back."

Inside the room, I paced anxiously. Just before my patience gave out, the door was gently
pushed open, and my mother entered, closing the door softly behind her. She said, looking down, "Son, your father
has drunk too much again."

I couldn't be mistaken; I detected a hint of disgust in her tone. This was my
perfect opportunity.

"But I don't think we should do this," my mother sighed softly. "I...I don't
want to betray your father!"

"I know, Mom, believe me, your son won't hurt you. No matter what happens,
I will always protect you and be filial to you."

I hugged my mother, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her.

The kisses grew more and more passionate, and through her thin cotton underwear, I could feel my mother's excitement
. My hands, trembling, explored my mother's entire body, sometimes her full breasts, sometimes
caressing her rounded buttocks. I reached for her chest, trying to unbutton her shirt.
For a moment, her body stiffened, but then relaxed.

"Son, Mom's so scared..."

"Mom, don't be afraid. I'm all grown up now. I'll protect you."

"Yes, son, Mom believes you." My mother said shyly, then pressed
herself against my strong chest and gently kissed her son's cheek.

"Mom, I love you."

Afraid she might change her mind, after unbuttoning her shirt, I quickly pulled it off, simultaneously
kissing and embracing her relentlessly, giving her no chance to back out.

Yi pulled down her shirt, revealing her full, snowy breasts encased in a simple white bra. They
rose and fell with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep
breath and focused my attention on her bra, this time reaching behind her back.

My mother weakly resisted, whispering, "Son, think of your father, think of
the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far!"

"Mom, I don't regret it. Humans are inherently selfish. Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the ancestral hall
to burn incense and pay respects to our ancestors."

I kissed my mother's lips, thus stopping her resistance. Suddenly, her high,
firm breasts pressed against my chest, the novel stimulation
causing me to let out a soft moan. Instinctively, I reached out and kneaded them, eliciting a series of soft moans from my mother beneath me.

My mother's breasts gave me a warm feeling reminiscent of my childhood. I couldn't help but lower my head to suckle her
pink nipples, and soon, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas.

"Mom, I love you. I know I can't be with you, with you... but I don't care.
Mom, your son wants to make love to you," I confessed to my mother, lowering my head to kiss her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wonderful sensations
we siblings experienced years ago when we were conceived there . Under the repeated intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me . I licked away the beads of sweat from my mother's skin, tasting its slightly salty flavor. The heat made her moan with pleasure, almost a cry, beneath me. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft and supple, with a wonderful feel. Following the curves of her legs, I gradually moved upwards to her groin, where I felt her panties , a matching set with her bra, both made of cotton. I passionately kissed and sucked on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically during a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body relaxed, and without realizing it, she parted her legs slightly, opening her most private parts to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton cloth, I groped for the glistening opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, her white panties were soaked through with a steady stream of honey-like fluid . I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to her crotch , burying my face inside. Now, the vulva I had longed for, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance , was separated from me only by a thin layer of cotton cloth. "Mom, your son has come to honor you." I took a deep breath and began to lick my mother's vulva with my tongue through the rough cotton cloth, my tongue pushing the fabric of her panties into the crevice of her labia, admiring the beautiful contours of her vulva , and sucking the honey-like fluid that kept seeping through the fabric. Under this stimulation, my mother weakly twisted her delicate body. Then, I hooked the sides and pulled them down, a movement that made her body shudder. "Son, turn back! You have a bright future ahead of you, it's not worth... not worth it for a woman like your mother..." "Mom, I've told you, I love you. I know this world doesn't allow mothers and sons to do this , but if you truly love someone, then this kind of thing is unavoidable ." Mom said, "But what if we get found out..." "As long as we keep it a secret, no one will know. Mom, we'll be very careful, and then no one will know." I comforted the most important woman in my life, kissing her fragrant black hair, her bright, clear eyes, and finally kissing her lips again. This time, Mom softened in my arms , then opened her lips to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. I reached down and pulled at my mother's last remaining clothing. This time, she didn't resist. As I threw her underwear on the ground, she instinctively reached to cover her thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled her hands away, gazing at the lush, dark bush, as if in a dream, and whispered in admiration. My mother straightened up, pressed against my chest, and gently kissed me. I caressed her vulva, gently biting her full breasts at the same time, a finger slipping into her wet opening. Even in my most alluring dreams, I had never been able to pull down my mother's underwear and caress her mons pubis like this. # Her vulva was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs and kissed her honeyed lips , then moved upwards, teasingly nibbling at her pubic hair. During this process, Fang Min, my dear mother, kept moaning with pleasure, immersed in waves of ecstasy. After kissing for a while, my tongue pushed open her honeyed lips, breathing in the delicate feminine fragrance. I raised my head to admire the alluring scenery of my mother's private parts, noticing a small pink opening, which was where my mother urinated . Ignoring the strong smell, I was completely captivated by every part of my mother, gently licking, and then licking her entire inner wall, especially around her vagina. When my tongue moved to the most sensitive clitoris, my mother couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust, while still continuously sucking and kissing her genitals. The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I continued to stimulate her clitoris, and her lower body overflowed with fluid, soaking my fingers in the slippery nectar. Finally, a suppressed, sharp cry escaped her lips as her snow-white body arched, and then her entire body began to spasm. I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, gleefully knowing that I had brought my mother to orgasm. After a while, Mom, panting, rubbed her firm breasts against my chest, and with a shy smile, whispered , "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." "Mom, you know what? You're so beautiful and sexy. Making love with you has been my dream for so long." "Son, tell me honestly, do you really think Mom is beautiful?" "Of course, more beautiful than any movie star." Tears welled in her eyes as Mom gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding it to the base of her thigh, rubbing it up and down against her wet vulva. I closed my eyes, my throbbing glans touching Mom's moist opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her… "Mom!" I whispered, "I love you."

As if silently expressing her consent, Mom spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis
at the entrance of her vagina. I gazed into the depths of her eyes as Mom pushed me inside her.

I finally entered Mom's body, feeling my penis tightly enveloped by Mom's warm, moist flesh , desperately wanting to thrust. I wanted to thrust my hard penis deep into Mom's vagina
with each stroke ; she needed this pleasure. For a boy of this age, my penis was very large and thick, and Mom's vagina, under my thrusts , was like a flower petal, blooming for her son's burning penis. Mom arched her lower body, allowing my penis to reach the deepest part of her vagina. Despite having given birth to two children, Mom's vagina was still very tight, the inner muscles gripping my penis like a pair of clamps . I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her relax, so I let my imagination run wild, imagining my mother lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman I wanted to rape. I began to thrust forcefully… Gradually, under my savage thrusting, my mother forgot her restraint and let out joyful moans. Her hands began to gently caress my naked back. I thrust even more vigorously, fueled by my incestuous excitement and maternal love. Especially when my mother's hands gripped my buttocks at the same time, I knew she wanted me to penetrate even deeper. I continued thrusting into my mother, my lips going down to suck on her nipples, my tongue licking her breasts. I felt incredibly excited. I quietly kissed my mother's ear, and she whispered, "Mom, I'm really happy!" My mother didn't say anything, she just hugged me tighter, and often lifted her buttocks. I straightened my legs, tensing every nerve in my body, which made my penis even harder. I spread my hands and thrust deeper... I worked hard like this for fifteen minutes, and my mother stiffened again. At the same time, she grabbed my buttocks with her hands, her ten fingers digging in hard, and my penis was tightly gripped by her warm, tender flesh. I knew my mother had reached her climax, but I didn't stop. My penis, still clamped, continued to push in. I felt a warm, hot sensation... At that moment, I heard my mother's voice, a voice I had never heard before, so beautiful, like a young girl's: "Son , are you comfortable?" Her tongue then entered my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue . I felt every cell in my body open up. Then, my penis tightened, and a warm current surged upwards from my legs, a tingling sensation spreading through my glans. I quickly thrust a few more times, and streams of hot semen shot into my mother's body. My whole body was weak and sore , panting heavily as I collapsed onto my mother, motionless. After a while, I felt the hot semen begin to flow back into my penis . And so, my mother and I remained intertwined, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. After a while, my penis hardened again inside my mother's vagina, and I gently began to thrust . This time, because it was more gentle, we lasted a long time, and finally reached climax together again . The long night felt far too short for us, mother and son. After our last intimate moment , my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, you're so amazing . Your father and I have never experienced anything like this. Ah! I've almost forgotten when I last felt this happy." My mother's words filled me with a sense of pride as a man. My first time with my mother was more fulfilling for her than all the times she and my father had experienced since their marriage. "Mom, it's probably because I love you so much!" "Xiaohao, my dear son, this is the best orgasm Mom has ever had." Mom confessed to me again, her voice warm and passionate. She kissed me goodbye, saying, "My good son, Mom should go back now. I don't want anyone to suspect anything!" We kissed for a while longer, exchanging sweet words. She stood up and wiped herself clean. "Mom, can you leave these panties with me?" I asked softly. Mom was silent for a moment, then asked me somewhat uneasily, "As a memento of our first time ?" I nodded quickly. "I promise, but you have to keep them safe." So, Mom put on her clothes, left her panties with me, and quietly left my room. That night, my mother and I made love four times. Finally, I remember pressing my mother's underwear against my face before falling asleep. Even in my dream, I kept hearing my mother's sweet, almost weeping cries. Chapter Three However, when dawn broke the next day, everything from the previous night seemed to vanish like mist. When the family sat around the dining table for breakfast, my mother was unusually cold. She not only didn't speak to me but also avoided eye contact. I felt like I was in an icebox, but I still refused to give up. So, while my father and sister left for work and school respectively, I pretended to be unwell and stayed in my room, playing with the white underwear stained with my mother's and sister's juices, quietly waiting. Not long after, the door opened, and my mother walked in as I had hoped. Seeing the pair of underwear in my hand , Mom's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment. Her voice trembled as she said, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night. " Before I could defend myself, Mom gestured for me to be quiet. "Last night's feeling was indeed very quick and pleasurable . Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman. Son, we can't make the same mistake again." "Mom," I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. "I love you! You know you love me too. Give your son a chance!" I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "Just because you're my son." "Mom!" I cried out, watching her about to leave my room. "I won't stop..."

"My love for you will continue, and I will continue to pursue you."

Tears streamed down my mother's face, but she still left me. From then on, the
passionate relationship between us cooled down. It was clear that her decision caused her great pain, but her resolve
remained unwavering.

Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up
hope of repairing our relationship. My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking
if they knew any good girls. She even consulted various books to see if we were
compatible, and if so, she would arrange for us to meet.

I felt incredibly pained because the only woman I loved—my mother—was about to cruelly
push me away from her. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked
somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set.

Then, some strange things happened. My mother's attitude towards me changed
. She became like a jealous woman,
scolding me for even the smallest mistakes I made.

I jokingly asked her, "Are you unwilling to give your son away?" My mother wouldn't admit
it, but when I pointed out her recent change and said it was just jealousy, she fell silent
, went into her room, and didn't come out all night.

The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, shall we go
see a movie again on Sunday?"

I was a little confused, but I was still very happy, thinking that my mother was probably just trying to comfort me. I nodded and
said, "Mom, that's great."

I don't know how I got through the next few days, looking forward to Sunday every day
. The long-awaited day finally arrived. For this outing, Mom had dressed up meticulously, looking
her best. I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother
.

After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I pulled Mom into my arms again
. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately.

My hands started to roam over her body; from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell
she was excited. We were intimate for about an hour before returning home
. Just like last time, Dad and my sister were asleep.

"Wait for me in your room; I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly.

When she entered the room, I had already undressed and was lying on the bed. Mom turned and locked the door
, then walked towards me. Mother and son began a long-awaited, passionate kiss.

I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly stripped my mother of her clothes, pinned her down, and kissed
every inch of her tender skin. Holding her round buttocks, I passionately kissed her genitals,
bringing her to orgasm. Then, I climbed on top of her, letting her hold my rock-
hard penis, and guided it to her entrance. With a thrust, it easily entered her already wet
vagina.

I gripped my mother's round buttocks and thrust hard. Each time I penetrated, she would tilt her head back and
moan with pleasure. We rolled around on the bed, sometimes my mother on top, sometimes me, for
a long time until I finally ejaculated inside my mother's warm vagina.

This time, my mother also reached orgasm. I had never seen her with such a satisfied smile.

"Son, you were amazing."

"Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her with a hint of unease.

"Ah, son, Mom loves you. As your wedding day draws closer, I feel increasingly restless
, almost like I'm going crazy. I know I'm just jealous. Mom loves you more than
anything in this world."

"Like a lover, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, not just a mother's love for her son, but a love like a lover's.
Mom can't let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom said softly.

"Do you love me more than Dad?" I asked, hugging Mom again, kneading her round
breasts, letting her full mounds swell, then kissing her swollen nipples.

In her joy, my mother murmured, "Ah, son, I respect your father... my
husband, but I don't love him. Only after being with you did I know what love is.
My dear son, I want to be your wife. When I'm in your arms, I feel
so happy."

Hearing these words from my dear mother's mouth shocked me.

"Mom, you made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want
to share your love with anyone else, not even Dad. You are mine. I want to
possess your body and soul. I want you to always lie in my arms like this. I want to be one with you, Mom
."

My mother hugged my back tightly, rolled over, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist
until my penis was fully inside her. Then she kissed me passionately, thrusting her plump, white
buttocks up and down.

"Son, this is wonderful, but our union must be a
secret between just the two of us. Your father and your sister can't know, otherwise we can't be together."

"Of course, I know."

I embraced my mother's mature buttocks and thrust vigorously, slowly at first, then gradually increasing
the speed. Suddenly, my mother's tongue intertwined with mine like madmen. Then, in the climax
, my mother's body trembled violently, letting out a silent scream.

I knew my mother had reached her climax, so I quickly rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully
. Her beautiful, full body trembled with each thrust,
her breasts and buttocks swaying. As waves of pleasure coursed through her body, my mother finally cried out, and at the same time
, my penis plunged into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside,
filling her womb with the seeds of incest to bear our offspring.

After the frenzy, we embraced, my mother's genitals still connected to mine, she...
Han pushed me down on the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother took my penis
into her mouth and began giving me oral sex. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated again. Without a hint of disgust,
this time my mother, with a charming smile, swallowed all of her son's semen, mouthful by mouthful
.

The next day, my mother and I went to a jewelry store to order a silver necklace for our wedding. No one
knew that I was going to marry my dear mother. I also bought a wedding
dress for my mother, and of course, I bought one for myself.

Chapter Four

: Another week passed, and my mother chose an auspicious day. In the dead of night, when no one knew, my mother
and I secretly went to the town's temple. My mother looked stunning in her bright red wedding dress with gold trim
; I wore my new outfit too.

My bride shyly lowered her head before me. I took the
necklace my father had given her from her snow-white neck and then put the one I had made for her on her head, signifying that from this moment on
, my mother was my wife.

After the ceremony, we prayed for our happiness before that strange wooden tiger.
After a festive feast, we made love passionately there.

"Son, every time I'm with you, it feels like my first time. You give me so much happiness
, but tonight is our special first night. Tonight, I am not only your mother, but also
your wife."

"Mom, now that you are my wife, can I call you Amin from now on?"

My mother blushed slightly and nodded shyly. Then I said to her, "Amin,
tonight is a special night. Tonight is your first time, and I want you to give me a little chubby
baby."

My mother buried her head in my arms and said, "Son, in our customs, a woman's
primary responsibility to be a good wife is to bear a child for her husband. I'm happy to
bear children for you, and besides, your wife is pregnant tonight!"

That night, my mother and I made love repeatedly. Perhaps the wooden tiger really worked wonders; I
ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child soon. Finally
, I put on my clothes, held my naked mother in my arms, and took her to the nearby Xiaohan
River to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother on the ground, and spread out her
bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful that night. My mother's skin was very white, and
under the moonlight, it even had a soft, pearly sheen, making it very clear. Although my mother and I had been
intimate many times, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my mother—this woman who had become my wife
.

My mother shyly closed her eyes, and I helped her up. My mother's breasts weren't large or perky
, but rather elegantly curved on her chest. I felt so lucky
to have such a woman as my mother.

I carried her into the water and let her stand in it, scooping water to wash her lower body. Afterward, I
let my mother wash herself there, and I swam around her for a while. Gradually, looking at my mother's
graceful figure, I became excited again, and I quietly swam behind her in the water. The water was now
submerged between my mother's thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, and she gasped, then, realizing
it was me, quieted down and let me caress her two snow-white buttocks.

After playing for a while, I cupped her rounded mounds with both hands and pulled them apart. My mother grabbed my
hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her buttocks,
kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, admiring my mother's
open anus. Her anus was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up
. I poked it a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed.

I stood up and had my mother straddle my waist, walking into deeper water until the water completely
submerged her pink buttocks. I held my mother's forearm, making her lean back, and my penis
slid in smoothly. I started thrusting again. Because of the buoyancy of the water, this
position brought my mother to orgasm. By the time we got home, it was already four in the morning.

From then on, whenever we could find an opportunity, we would be together. My mother always initiated it
; she was currently at the peak of her sexual desire, always having strong urges. Every time I took off her
panties, her genitals were always soaking wet. My mother told me that just thinking about me
made her wet; no one had ever excited her like this.

Sometimes, we were like madmen; as soon as the desire arose, we would immediately find a place to have sex.

Once, when everyone else was still home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom, and I quietly followed her
. My mother hadn't locked the door. When I opened it, she was
urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even wiping her with toilet paper, pressed her
against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and fucked her from behind.

"Son, someone might come in," my mother whispered, but I ignored her and kept going until
we both reached orgasm.

When I left, I pulled up my mother's panties to prevent her from wiping. Although our affair
wasn't discovered, for the rest of the day, just seeing my mother constantly pressing her lower abdomen
and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing that my semen was
flowing from her vagina and into her panties.

One night, I woke up very aroused and really wanted my mother, so I quietly went into the master
bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing an extremely alluring
and sexy figure. I gently shook her awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted to tease
her, then went back to my room.

Two minutes later, Mom came in. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then began to undress
us.

"Son, Mom knows she's your wife. When you need me, I should be there for you."
"But you're taking unnecessary risks by coming into my room

like this," Mom protested, but I kissed her, stripped her naked
, and started giving her oral sex. Soon, Mom was wet, and I climbed on top of her, penetrating
her love nest and starting to have sex with her.

Later, as she left me, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me
, you can come to my room and wake me up, like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was excited, but the next night, Mom came into my room with a smile on her face, carrying her
shiny bedding, and said to me, "I told your dad he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand
the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room. Your dad agreed, so from now on,
I'm yours every night."

I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses. Mom, from now on we
can be like a real couple.

For the next two years, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity
to indulge in our incestuous sex. Sometimes, we'd simply spend two days away from home,
in some cave or dense forest, engaging in our incestuous acts like wild animals.

Dad never suspected our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful
son. In fact, I think he must have been very happy; with his nagging wife and son gone,
he could get drunk without worry.

Two years later, my sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. And I, too
, encountered a good opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business. If I did well, I might even be
able .

Being so far from my hometown, I once saddened myself, thinking my relationship with my mother would end there.
However, the bond between mother and son was deep. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, actually learned to take the train and travel
thousands of miles to Shanghai to see me and help me with my life.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but when
news came from our hometown that my father had died of alcohol poisoning and had been found dead by crashing his head against a tiger statue, my mother and I felt lost and bewildered. However, this also meant that
we were no longer bound by any ties.

My mother officially moved in with me, and we became like newlyweds, inseparable. I
was very happy. Having experienced the vibrant atmosphere of the big city, she became bolder in our sexuality
, readily accepting my passionate kisses, caresses, and even
the rough style of lifting her skirt and grabbing her buttocks for sex. We had sex at least twice a day.

Three weeks after we started living together, my mother shyly told me that her period hadn't come. Then
came the anxious wait for us. When she told me again that she was definitely pregnant, we were
both incredibly excited.

In the remaining days, watching my mother move around with my child inside her, her face radiating the
unique happiness of a pregnant woman, especially now that she was carrying my child—her own son
—I felt incredibly proud.

Nine months later, we had a lovely eldest daughter. This was our new family member
; our previous family seemed like another world to us
.

With our first success, my mother's face beamed with joy, and she hoped to have more children for me
. After my eldest son was born, my company sent me abroad. With the money I had saved over the years
, I applied for foreign citizenship, allowing our family to settle overseas.

Having severed all ties with the past, my mother and I became a true couple, and no one
doubted our relationship. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright
and adorable children; and every night, when the children fell asleep in their crib, it was our
happy time as mother and son.

My mother remained as gentle, sensitive, and understanding as ever. Whenever I removed her underwear, her
snowy buttocks were already soaked with honey-like fluid, awaiting the affection of her own son.

After showering and drying each other, we would return to the bedroom, again and again, indulging
in that never-ending, tender lovemaking.

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