Massage until ejaculation

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I've been watching a lot of TV lately, and my eyes have been feeling a bit uncomfortable. I lay on my mom's lap, and she gently massaged my eyes. Her soft hands felt so soothing, and I even managed to doze off for a little while. When my mom tried to put me down on the kang (heated brick bed), I woke up from my slumber.

[Get down quickly, Mom's legs are numb.] Mom gently patted her legs.

Whether it was from sleeping for a while or from Mom's massage, my eyes felt much better. I got up and sat beside her, gently patting her numb legs, saying, [Mom, lie down and I'll massage you too. But you should tidy up the kang first, and if you fall asleep, just go to sleep.]

[Are your hands okay?] I showed my mom my left hand, indicating that one hand was enough. Actually, my right hand should be fine too, but it's still bandaged, so it's a little inconvenient to move it. Seeing my confident look, Mom stretched and smiled, saying, [Okay, it's rare to have such a filial son.] Soon

, after the bedding was laid out, Mom lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed) wearing only a thermal undershirt. I climbed onto the kang and went to Mom's feet, gently kneading one of her feet. Even her toes were so small and soft. I remembered seeing an introduction to acupoints on the soles of the feet on TV before, but I couldn't remember the specifics. I just massaged Mom's feet based on my own feeling.

Under my massage, or rather, rubbing, it would be more accurate to say that Mom's feet had a lot of ticklish spots. Before I finished massaging one foot, Mom called me to stop... "[Son, this isn't a massage... haha... if you keep massaging, my stomach will hurt from laughing. Why don't you massage my thighs instead? They're still a bit numb.]" I

sat between Mom's legs and began to knead her plump thighs. "[Hmm. This time it feels right, just a little lighter." Mom enjoyed her son's massage, closing her eyes with a smile on her lips.

I also enjoyed the touch of Mom's plump body, but it always felt a little strange to have only one hand.] My right hand was a little itchy, and I felt it was healed, so I took off the gauze myself. My mother, who was enjoying the massage, felt the pressure on her thigh stop, opened her eyes, and saw me removing the gauze. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, grabbing my hand. "How could you remove this yourself!" she exclaimed.

But I had almost finished removing it, so I moved my right hand and said to my mother, "This stuff made my hand a little itchy, but I think it's healed. Look."

My mother carefully examined my hand and found it was indeed fine. She gently stroked the scar on my palm and said with a touch of heartache, "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore. It feels great. Just lie still and enjoy your son's massage." She squeezed my hands; they felt so good.

Still a little excited, my mother got up and went to get a basin of hot water to wipe me down. Finally, it was healed. My mother gently held my hand, forgetting about the massage, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at it. Perhaps my mother, who always worried about seeing my hand bandaged every day, was a little concerned about what would happen if I took it off and saw an incomplete hand. Now, she was truly at ease.

Seeing her happy expression, I pulled my hand away from her grasp and helped her lie down again. [Now you can enjoy your son's massage without worry.] Lying down again, my mother smiled as I sat between her legs, diligently massaging them. When I pressed near her groin, she nervously gripped the sheets; that area was probably sensitive. Looking down at her high, prominent mons pubis, so close I could almost touch it, I hesitated. But to directly violate her genitals felt against my original intentions. So I didn't touch it. Instead, I gently squeezed her waist along the edge of her mons pubis and said, [Okay, turn over, let me massage your back.]

My mother gently shifted her legs, closed her eyes, and blushed without saying anything.

Seeing that I hadn't violated her, she sighed, seemingly lost in thought, and turned over. I shifted my body and straddled my mother's firm, fleshy buttocks. They were so soft, and I even wiggled my bottom a little – it felt so good.

"You little rascal, do you think Mom's a stool? Sit down gently..." Mom said, her expression unreadable, as she gently wiggled her bottom where I was sitting. I chuckled and continued to serve her. I started gently massaging her shoulders, my technique quite clumsy, but Mom seemed to enjoy it.

"Mom, did Dad give you a massage?" I doubted it; Dad didn't seem like the type to do this.

"No, only my precious son knows how to care for his mother. Good son, stop massaging if you're tired, you feel much better now," Mom said with a smile. "

It's okay, I have to make sure you feel comfortable the first time I'm serving Mom," she said, massaging even more vigorously. Mom would give instructions like "lighter," "stronger," "left," and "right." Occasionally, she would let out a soft moan, the kind of moaning only my mother makes during sex. During the massage, I deliberately avoided the sides of her breasts; I genuinely just wanted to give her a proper massage, afraid I might lose control.

After massaging her back, I massaged her arms and head as well. Finally, perhaps because it had been so long, she seemed a little breathless. After the massage, my mother seemed much better. She wiped the sweat from my forehead and gently kissed it, saying, "That felt so good. Take off your clothes and get into bed; you're all sweaty, don't strain yourself."

Then she pulled me into bed—yes, into the same bed as my mother.

"Why are you being so well-behaved today?" my mother asked with a smile. Of course, I knew she was referring to why I hadn't taken advantage of her during that perfect opportunity. I had long noticed that my mother only touched on certain topics at night; normally, I deliberately maintained a very warm mother-son relationship, and of course, I always cooperated with her.

"I just thought you were tired and wanted to give you a massage." As I spoke, I turned slightly to face my mother and reached out to grasp her breast. I used the same massage technique I had just used to knead her breast, and through her undershirt, I could feel that her nipples were already hard. Perhaps she had been aroused during the massage. My mother shifted her body slightly to make it easier for me to massage her.

[So now, am I massaging her, or just touching her? You little rascal.]

[Of course, I'm massaging her, hehe. Does Mom like it?] I pinched her nipples slightly with my index finger and thumb, and the stimulation made her open her mouth and let out a soft moan. I moved my arm to signal her to come onto me, and she obediently climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her back and hugged her tightly, pressing her full breasts against me. My

already rock-hard penis, which had been pressing against her genitals while I was massaging her back, was also pressing against her genitals. Because of the bone between her private parts, she reached up and moved away from that uncomfortable spot. " This should be right on Mom's little hole now."

"Son, we're committing incest. It's not good," Mom whispered in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat through her breasts. I slid one hand down to Mom's buttocks, gently kneading them, and stroked her hair with the other, saying, "Mom's helping me pee. This doesn't count."

"Hmm...yes. I'm helping my son pee. So, son, where do you want to pee?" Mom's buttocks wiggled, rubbing her little hole against my penis through her clothes. I moved my hand to the edge of Mom's long underwear, gently pushing it down. Mom lifted her buttocks and cooperated by pulling her clothes down.

"I want to pee inside Mom's body," I whispered in her ear.

"Hmm, pee then. Mom's good son..." As she spoke, Mom also reached down to my buttocks and pulled down my underwear. And just like that, our genitals were completely naked before each other.

[Come on, here's your mouth, pee...shh...shh...shh...] Mom blew the sound of peeing and guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She gently pressed her buttocks down, and my penis entered Mom's body.

[Ah...ah...son...pee...pee in Mommy's pussy...] Mom knelt on top of me, her legs bent, moving her body up and down, manipulating the penis inside her. Lying down, watching Mom's movements on top of me, I sat up, reached up and pulled up Mom's shirt, slipping inside.

There was a ripping sound; perhaps Mom's movements were too vigorous, and her undershirt tore from our movements. In the throes of pleasure, Mom didn't bother checking her clothes, simply pulling them off.

Wrapping my arms around Mom's waist, I leaned back slightly to allow my penis to penetrate deeper. Mom also raised her legs, encircling me and twisting them vigorously. She let out a series of ecstatic moans.

[Son, if you don't pee, you're fucking Mommy... Hurry up and pee... Don't fuck Mommy... Mommy can't take it anymore... Hurry... Ah... I'm going to fly... I'm going to fly...] I don't know if it was because it was the first time Mommy had been fucked so openly with me, or because this position made Mommy's orgasm come faster, but I felt that Mommy was about to orgasm. I held Mommy down hard so that she couldn't move, and Mommy, on the verge of orgasm, twisted her body and resisted.

[Ah... Bad... Son... Let Mommy... want to... Ah... Ah...]

I especially liked to see Mommy about to orgasm, but unable to, frantically begging to be fucked

. So lewd, so beautiful. [No, if you want to, you're fucking Mommy, aren't you? You're helping your son pee.] Saying that, I let go of Mommy's hands. Freed from restraint, Mommy twisted her body wildly, finally reaching the point of orgasm, tilting her head back and moaning, [Ah... Ah.] "...Fuck me...I like it...son...fuck mom...ah...ah...fuck me and then pee...it feels so good..."

I held my mother's neck, pulled her head closer, and kissed her mouth. Tasting her fragrant lips, my tongue swirled inside her mouth. Her tongue responded in return, intertwining with mine...until I was almost suffocating, I released her head. "Son...come...come...fuck...fuck me..." My mother, also oxygen-deprived, gasped.

"Mom, I want to see your pussy..." I helped her lie down, thinking about her pussy, but before I could examine it closely, I turned on the light and said to her.

"No...don't let...you see..." she said, covering her eyes, bending her legs but still opening her pussy to me. I brought my head close to her pussy; it wasn't as pink as my sister's. Compared to hers, my sister's was much prettier and more delicate. My mother's pubic hair was sparse on both sides of her vulva, while it was concentrated above her vulva and quite thick. Could it be from friction from too much sex?

Also, my mother's labia were much larger than my sister's; my sister's labia only had a tiny edge showing, while my mother's protruded, like little wings from a movie. Her labia were stuck together by her fluids, obscuring the opening. I gently moved my fingers, trembling, to separate them, letting them lie flat on either side of her vulva. My touch made my already tense mother tremble. The opening, which had just been stretched open by my penis, slightly opened and closed, revealing the tender red flesh inside wriggling.

I inserted two fingers side-by-side, and the sensation of the foreign object inside her vagina caused her body to react. I could clearly feel the pressure from her vagina. I spread my fingers slightly, widening the already open vulva even further, revealing more wriggling flesh inside.

Gently stirring my fingers, I felt the inside of my mother's vagina. The sensation from my fingers felt more real than the feeling from my penis. Suddenly, when my fingers touched a slightly protruding spot inside her vagina, my mother excitedly squeezed her legs together and twisted.

[Ah...it's so itchy...right there...are you done yet...come in...I want...my penis...] My mother seemed unable to bear the stimulation and urged me to insert my penis quickly. Seeing my mother's reaction, I simply placed my hand on her vulva, my thumb teasing her clitoris, while my index and middle fingers stirred around the protrusion inside her vagina.

[Ah...ah...ah...penis...give it to me...I want my penis...big penis...fuck me...fuck me to death...please...good son...come and fuck Mommy...] Soon, my mother's body trembled, and she began to moan loudly, her words somewhat indistinct.

Streams of vaginal fluid gushed from my mother's vagina, soaking my entire hand. After I withdrew my fingers, my mother's body was still trembling, and she was moaning as if she were crying.

I brought my nose close and inhaled deeply. There was a faint, fishy smell, but it smelled pleasant, unlike the stench of urine. I opened my mouth and enveloped my mother's entire vulva, then closed it tightly and sucked hard.

I felt a small puddle of my mother's vaginal fluid enter my mouth, along with her labia. I pinched her labia together and slowly pulled them apart, stretching the tender flesh by a full centimeter. With a popping sound, the labia snapped back. I caught the fluid in my mouth and held it out to my mother.

"Mom, look, you're so wet. Did you wet the bed?" I chuckled and asked.

"Waaah...you...you come in quickly...Mom will give you more...ah..." Before she could finish, I splashed the fluid onto her breasts and began kneading and rubbing it. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Mom's breasts became even more slippery. I grabbed her nipples and pulled hard upwards, but they were too slippery and would fall back down before I could pull them up. After playing with her breasts for a while, I buried my head between Mom's legs again, my tongue gently teasing the entrance.

Suddenly, Mom's hand pressed down, forcefully pressing my head against her vulva while she thrust her hips forward, her tongue probing inside. The vaginal fluids flowing continuously from Mom's vagina were swallowed several times along with her saliva.

Mom broke down crying, repeatedly shouting for a cock to fuck her, until I felt like I was about to suffocate. Then I lifted my head, a mouthful of vaginal fluid in my mouth, and lay on top of Mom, kissing her on the lips. As Mom opened her mouth to respond, I spat the vaginal fluid into her mouth. In her dazed state, Mom swallowed it all, mistaking it for my saliva, and guided my cock to her vulva with one hand. She lifted her legs and hooked them around my thighs, thrusting her hips forcefully while making "uh uh uh" sounds.

Looking at my dazed mother, I saw she was really crying; her expression was, how should I put it, a bit hysterical, very wild. Perhaps sensing my lack of enthusiasm, she thrust her hips forward, rolled over with me, and took control, wildly twisting her hips. A hissing sound came from her throat; perhaps her force was too great, the impact making my pubic bone ache. I

slapped her buttocks hard, making a "slap slap slap" sound. At this moment, besides low growls, her usual string of lewd words was gone; it seemed only the instinctive twisting of her body remained. Perhaps it was the first time my mother had been so wild, and I felt I couldn't handle her anymore; I felt my ejaculation was about to break… [Mom… sticking your butt out… I want to fuck you from behind…] If I didn't change positions soon, I'd be completely finished, and I still preferred that position more. My mother, driven only by instinct, seemed not to hear me and continued to frantically move her hips.

I struggled to roll over onto my mother, who was still moaning and thrusting beneath me. I pulled out my penis, helped her kneel down, and the emptiness inside her caused her to sway her large, white buttocks. I knelt behind her, slapping her plump buttocks hard, creating waves of pleasure, before thrusting my penis in forcefully. One hand supported her waist to make it easier to push, while the other pressed against her buttocks, my fingers exploring her anus. Her anus was already soaked with her juices, and my fingers slipped in easily, then I tried two fingers. Watching her anus gradually open with my fingers, I felt dizzy and mesmerized. My mother, who was crying, made it impossible for me to tell if she had already orgasmed or was simply exhausted. Kneeling there, all that remained were sobs and trembling.

I felt her anus gradually adapt to the insertion of two fingers, slowly contracting and relaxing in rhythm with my penis. I pulled out my penis and pressed down on my mother's buttocks so that the head of my penis was aligned with her anus. My long-held desire for anal sex was about to be fulfilled. I pulled out my fingers from inside my mother's anus and, holding my penis, slowly moved it back and forth, pushing it deeper into her slightly open

anus. The head of my penis was already inside. Perhaps it was lubricated enough, because my mother didn't show any aversion, or perhaps she simply didn't have the energy to care. With each deep and shallow thrust, my penis slowly went in about a third of the way. I don't know if it was because the tip of my penis was thicker or because there was enough space inside my mother's anus, but after a third, when I pushed, it felt like there was a suction force from inside her anus, and it went in completely with ease.

My entire penis was gripped tightly by my mother's sphincter muscles. I stopped moving and just enjoyed the pleasure from my mother's anus. I wanted to thrust, but when I tried to pull it out, I felt a bit of resistance. I didn't dare thrust too hard, afraid of hurting my mother. I moved gently, and my mother cooperated by slightly twisting her buttocks. The immense pressure, combined with my excitement, made me ejaculate inside her anus.

I held my mother's buttocks and lay down on my side with her. After ejaculating, my penis remained erect inside her anus, which was still squeezing forcefully. I gently patted her body from behind, just like she used to lull me to sleep when I was little. Soon, my tired mother began to breathe evenly.

Perhaps because it was my first time intimately touching her anus, I was reluctant to pull out. I pressed myself tightly against my mother's buttocks, feeling the peristalsis inside her rectum, and I don't know when I fell asleep. I only remember my penis, which had softened before falling asleep, being squeezed out by my mother's anus, and my semen soaking the sheets.

[The End]

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