A good article that makes you want to ejaculate halfway through reading.

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My Promotion—My Mother's Bliss: My son

got promoted after only six months at work, and my father was overjoyed. He insisted on treating me to a French dinner.

"My son's promotion is no small matter. In the long history of their company, such an exceptional promotion of a newcomer is unprecedented!" My father boasted, his face beaming, even after only a few drinks. I hadn't expected that besides my father's new wife, two of his colleagues would be at the table, and I felt a little embarrassed.

The meal lasted a long time, and my father insisted on driving me home. "Well... take Auntie home first, then take me home..." I guessed that my father wanted to talk to me alone, so I didn't refuse. My father's place wasn't far from the hotel, and we arrived in no time. After saying goodbye to my father's new wife, my father and I sat down alone.

"How's your mother's beauty salon business?" My father drove slowly and chatted with me.

"Hey! You know, it's only been two months since we opened and we already have so many repeat customers. Mom seems like she was born for this."

"Oh! That's great, but you should tell your mom to rest more, she doesn't need to overwork herself!"

"I know, Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of Mom."

"I heard you fired the nanny again?"

"What? It wasn't us, it was Mom's idea all by herself. She thought she wasn't very hardworking. I don't even know how many she's fired yet. You know how stubborn Mom can be, I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I'll try my best to help Mom."

"Really, I'll call your mom in a few days. You'll be busier after your promotion, someone should help with the housework!"

We chatted until we got home. It was a bit late, so Dad didn't come in with me, but asked me to say hello to Mom for him.

When I got home, Mom was still putting on a face mask. Her face was sticky and not completely dry, only her eyes, nose, and mouth were showing. She suddenly turned around and startled me. "Mom, I'm home..." I lazily opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"So late? Having a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Mom asked, looking at her face in a small mirror.

"Dad didn't drink much, but he talked a lot, always bragging about me. My face was burning the whole time. It's just a promotion, nothing serious," I replied irritably.

"This child, how can you talk about your father like that? If his own son is successful, who's happy?"

This is what confuses me the most. My parents have been divorced for almost five years. Not only did they not argue during the divorce, but they still care about each other. Outsiders would think they're old friends. I used to often ask Mom why she and Dad divorced, and she always said I'd understand these emotional matters when I grew up. Eventually, I stopped asking…

"Baby, Mommy's going to sleep, kisses…" After washing off her face mask, Mom bent down and kissed me on the cheek, yawning as she went back to her bedroom. Since birth, I've never been separated from Mom. In her eyes, I'll always be a child who never grows up. I'm almost 21 now, and my mom still calls me her darling all the time. No matter how much I protest, it's no use!

Two months ago, she suddenly resigned from her government job and opened a beauty salon, even my dad couldn't dissuade her.

Actually, my grandparents live abroad and are financially well-off, so my mom isn't short of money. I suspect her actions are mostly due to menopausal syndrome. She's extremely bored and irritable at the office, so she's doing something to pass the time.

I'm not just speculating; my mom has been particularly bothered lately. She's been obsessively taking care of her skin and figure, almost to an abnormal degree. Although it's related to the beauty salon, it's really excessive. Every day when she gets home, she does endless skincare and face washing, and she even bought a treadmill. She's locked her scooter in the garage and rides it to and from work every day, saying it helps burn thigh fat.

Actually, while my mom's features are only above average, her figure is absolutely stunning. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was shapely and well-proportioned. At 40, her breasts hadn't sagged, her waist was slender, and beneath her slightly upturned buttocks were a pair of long, rounded, full legs. Her skin was simply flawless—fair, smooth, and exceptionally soft.

I absolutely believe in the fairness of fate; if you're given a devilish figure and skin, you can't also have a face that rivals the moon and flowers. Maintaining a good figure through exercise is one thing, but can a person's face be changed? What good are face masks all day long, besides making the skin smoother and reducing wrinkles?

Lately, my mother has practically turned our house into a beauty salon, with all sorts of medicines and devices everywhere. Today, I moved to a new office and was in a good mood, but suddenly wanted to watch TV. I was half-lying on the sofa when I glanced at those ion sprayers next to me and immediately got annoyed.

"Oh dear! This is terrible… Honey, let Mom see… quick…" Like the house was on fire, my mother rushed out. "Son, look at Mommy's face, is it an allergic reaction?" My mother ran into the living room, and because I was half-lying down, she practically leaned over me, bringing her face close.

I was both amused and exasperated. "Oh! Mom, it's more serious than an allergy, you should be prepared..."

"Tell me, tell me..." Mom looked panicked.

"It looks like melasma, everyone gets it at a certain age, it's nothing serious!" I could only tell the truth.

"Oh my god... how could this happen..." Mom covered her mouth, looking like it was the end of the world. Some women get it after having children, it's not

surprising that Mom has melasma at 40. Mom looked distressed, and she almost pressed down on me before she stood up. In that instant, her low-cut nightgown revealed a deep cleavage, her two round, white breasts pressing against each other, trembling with her breath. My eyes couldn't help but wander over Mom's chest, the faint scent of a mature woman stimulating my senses.

Actually, back in high school, my beautiful mother was once my sexual fantasy. My first masturbation was a fantasy of holding Mom's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and ejaculating. After having a girlfriend and experiencing real sex, I gradually stopped these sexual fantasies that made me feel guilty. Although I didn't completely eliminate them, I still occasionally fantasize about having sex with my mother, but very rarely.

Unexpectedly, today, that long-lost, intensely stimulating urge returned. After gently comforting my mother for a while, I returned to my bedroom, both shocked and frightened by the lewd thoughts I had just had.

My mother, who was already quite promiscuous, has recently gone even further. She now wears an elegant little straw hat when she goes out, with a thin black veil under the brim, as if afraid of being exposed to the sun. She's found several packets of a seaweed-rich paste somewhere.

I don't know what it is; it's thick and dark green. She applies it not only to her face but also to her arms, legs, and the arches of her beautiful feet. It seems like she applies it to any skin exposed outside her clothes.

"Baby, help Mommy..." After applying it once, my mother found it inconvenient to do, so she asked me to apply it to her legs. Since that brief moment of urge two days ago, I've noticed that my mother seems rather unnatural. Especially when Mom was on the treadmill wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, her long, shapely legs stretched and sculpted with each swing, her high breasts creating two mounds under the tight garment. From the side, I could vaguely see the base of her breasts, and her two small nipples were clearly visible, making my penis feel like it was about to get erect at any moment.

I calmly dragged over a small stool and sat opposite Mom, placing her legs flat on my knees.

The ointment had been prepared and emitted a faint medicinal smell. I lifted Mom's slender ankles and gently applied the ointment from her knees with a small brush.

Mom's legs were so sexy. Due to excellent exercise, the subcutaneous fat was thin, making the muscles appear round and full, and her skin was dazzlingly white. Her neatly trimmed toes were long and thin, stopping just at the base of my penis. The worst part was that when my brush touched her thigh, a patch of red lace panties peeked out from the groin, her vulva bulging high, and I could even see one or two curly pubic hairs sticking out from the edge of her panties...

My penis immediately became erect, pressing against my mother's soles. Luckily, she didn't notice. As I frantically applied ointment to her calves and the tops of her feet below the knees, I was drenched in sweat.

"Mmm! Mommy's sweetie, look how tired you are, go wash up..." My mother didn't notice my unusual behavior. Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she leaned in and kissed me, her eyes filled with loving tenderness.

Taking advantage of her inattention, I quickly turned my back to her and fled into the bathroom, finally concealing my erection. The cold water didn't soften my swollen penis. In my mind, I imagined my mother's two fair legs swaying back and forth. I fantasized about her walking into the bathroom, bending over with her back to me, her buttocks raised, and my penis thrusting hard between her labia... My fingers gripped my penis.

After only a few casual strokes, my body trembled, and cloudy semen sprayed onto the wall. I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before quickly spreading throughout my body. At that moment, a strange thought occurred to me. If possible, I want to turn my past fantasies into reality… That night, I dreamt that my mother was naked, writhing happily between my legs, uttering seductive moans…

With a shady purpose in mind, I had ulterior motives when applying seaweed lotion to my mother today. I deliberately touched the inside of her thighs with my hand, leaving absolutely no trace. I don't know if it will work, but at least I have to try for that exciting plan. The seaweed lotion needs to stay on the body for 30 minutes, and during this time, I kept pouring sweet words into my mother's ears.

“Mom, actually your legs are long and beautiful, and your skin is fair and delicate. There's no need to waste the lotion!” Her legs were painted a dark green, looking extremely ugly.

“What do you know? This kind of skincare helps the skin absorb moisture better. Besides, Mommy mainly wants to get rid of the butterfly spots on her face, ugh… it looks awful…”

Here we go again. I'm starting to understand why Dad and Mom divorced. My dad is a career-oriented man, handsome and intelligent, always out working hard. If Mom comes home and starts whining and getting annoyed over such a small thing, he definitely won't be able to stand it for long!

"What's so ugly about it? Let Mom go for a walk on the street. How many girls have legs as round and sexy as yours?"

Having read some of Mom's books on beauty, I know that melasma is mainly caused by hormonal imbalances and is difficult to cure in the short term. I focused on her strengths and only praised her beautiful legs.

"Really? Mommy's legs are really beautiful?" Mom lifted her legs, her delicate toes curving inwards, her leg muscles taut, her face filled with pride and excitement. If it weren't for the dark green medicine on them, my penis might have gotten hard again.

Half an hour later, Mom washed off the medicine. When we went back to our room, I kissed her cheek as usual, but today the kiss was a little stronger and longer, and I even gently licked her cheek with the tip of my tongue. Everything was done very carefully; I couldn't rush it, I had to take it one step at a time.

To please my mother as much as possible, I searched the internet for beauty-related websites, especially those about treating acne, pimples, and melasma. I quickly collected a huge pile, downloaded the pages, disconnected from the internet, and started pasting useful information into Notepad. Suddenly, a rumor caught my attention, and I still remember how excited I was. It turned out that because of that rumor, my plans to make love with my mother were moved up by countless days.

I tried my best to translate that short rumor into classical Chinese and deliberately inserted it among other remedies. Although my knowledge of classical Chinese is pitifully poor, it should be enough to fool my mother. After finishing everything, it was already late at night, and my mother's fair body kept flashing in my mind, making me so excited that I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but fantasize about holding my mother's soft, white buttocks and making love to her, and I finally fell asleep after masturbating.

"Mom, I found a lot of information about beauty treatments on the internet last night, but I didn't look at it carefully. Why don't you go and study it?" I said, trying to suppress my excitement.

"Really... Mommy's sweetheart, you're so thoughtful!" I took my mother's hand and led her into the bedroom.

"Wait... the radiation from the monitor will affect your facial skin..." Ugh! I can't stand Mom. What's she worrying about? I had no choice but to print out the notepad document.

As usual, Mom was wearing a pink nightgown, the kind with a very short hem, so short that it couldn't even cover a section of her fair thighs above her knees. She sat on the sofa, a folding chair in front of her, her beautiful legs resting on it, her delicate toes playfully curling up. If you looked closely, you could still see a corner of her underwear, which seemed to be white today. Her well-defined lips parted slightly as she carefully read the document I had just printed. If only that sexy little mouth could swallow my entire penis, how wonderful that would be...

"Hmm, I don't quite understand this text, can you help me?" Mom asked for my help as expected.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, I quietly approached Mom and sat down beside her. On the surface, I was looking at the paper in her hand, but my eyes were actually darting deep into her low-cut nightgown. From this angle, I could appreciate the contours of her breasts more fully. Her breasts looked smooth and tender, seemingly still elastic. I could almost smell the milky fragrance emanating from those two white, fleshy mounds.

"Let me see… um… Essence is the source of growth! The Yellow Emperor said, 'To strengthen the foundation, one must nourish the source…' For when yin is abundant and yang is deficient, replenishing the deficiency only leads to the clash of qi and blood… Ah… So… If you collect the essence of a young, strong man and apply it to your face, your complexion will be fine…

Wow… Wow…" I recited, shaking my head, occasionally uttering exclamations of surprise.

"What are you yelling about? Hurry up and explain to Mommy!" Mom was getting impatient.

"Hey! Mom, this… if I explain it, you can't be angry

, okay?" "Why be angry? Tell me!"

"Sigh… I'd better not say it. This thing exists every day, I have it, but Mom doesn't… but I may not… Ouch…"

In her haste, Mom leaned forward, the paper in her hand lightly hitting my forehead. The pair of milky-white breasts on her chest seemed about to leap out of her nightgown, and my penis hardened even more. "Are you trying to drive your mother crazy? Tell me quickly, or I won't let you off easily..."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you... Don't hit me! Mom, please don't get angry..." I pretended to hit her, but secretly ran my hand over her small feet. That seaweed extract was indeed effective; her fair and delicate feet felt even smoother, and it felt very comfortable to hold them.

"This secret recipe was passed down from the ancients. Simply put, it's that a man's semen is the essence of the body, possessing miraculous skin-care and beauty-enhancing effects. There's also a modern explanation, saying that semen is rich in protein and trace elements, etc... Regularly applying fresh semen to the face can make the skin as delicate as a baby's..."

My mother listened, speechless, but from her expression, I could tell that she still tended to believe the rumor. Her thin lips moved as if she were muttering something, her delicate lips possessing a three-dimensional shape. I couldn't wait to shove my penis into her small mouth and thrust in and out.

"A young man's semen?" After a moment of stunned silence, Mom reflexively glanced at my crotch. Perhaps only now realizing that semen was a byproduct of sex, she immediately blushed crimson. Her little fists rained down on me. "Shame on you... Mom raised you, and all you do is tease Mom..."

"I didn't tease you! I didn't make this up. Go ask around yourself if you don't believe me..." I wasn't lying. Although I had painstakingly fabricated this story, I had heard this rumor when I was 17 or 18. I'm sure Mom, having lived 18 years longer than me, had heard it too.

Mom was indeed stunned by my explanation. I clenched her small fists, and she was at a loss. A few beads of sweat appeared on her shy face, her eyes darting around in extreme panic, her chest heaving, and my erect penis pressed against her thigh. My parched lips were momentarily lost in the moment, so engrossed that I completely forgot the important idiom "strike while the iron is hot"...

My mother noticed the strangeness in my lower body, pushed me away, and sat up. My beautiful little feet escaped my clutches. "Mommy's going to sleep..." My mother hurriedly walked towards the bedroom, her eyes seemingly unintentionally glancing at my lower body several times.

As soon as Mom swayed her round buttocks into the room, I covered my groin with both hands and flopped onto the sofa.

That night, I released my restless lust on my underwear; in just a few days, this was the third time I'd masturbated while fantasizing about Mom's mature body. I deliberately didn't wipe the semen off my underwear, throwing it directly onto the washing machine. A few hours later, the semen solidified into a hard lump. Mom surely knew what that was, right?

I was busy at work today and came home a little late. "Mommy'll heat up your food..." I quickly stopped her, saying, "I've already eaten dinner in the staff cafeteria." Mom wasn't wearing that sexy low-cut nightgown today; she was dressed more conservatively, her white, delicate feet adorned with gold high-heeled sandals, making her small feet even more alluring.

Mom and I sat together on the sofa. Mom was watching TV absentmindedly, and I pretended to read a magazine, remaining silent. I'd wasted an opportunity last night, and I didn't know whether I should bring up that secret recipe again today. After a long silence, Mom finally shifted her hips and sat closer to me. What followed left me speechless. Although this was what I had been hoping for, I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.

"Mommy wants to talk to you! Do you masturbate often?" It was so direct that Mommy hesitated even as her own words came out. I had imagined similar conversations and thought about how to answer, but now that it had happened suddenly, I was still a little taken aback. But I knew this was the first hurdle; once I got past it, things would go more smoothly.

"Not often, more in high school, then less..."

"So how do you usually masturbate?" Mommy's words made me a little embarrassed.

"I don't dare to say!"

"Don't worry, baby, Mommy won't blame you!" Women and men masturbate in different ways, so Mommy naturally didn't know how I expressed myself.

"I've always fantasized about Mommy's body." My tone was quite unnatural; how could such a shy attitude possibly seduce Mommy? I wanted to slap myself a few times.

"Oh! You look at Mommy every day, how do you fantasize?" Although Mommy's thinking was rather naive, she was still educated, and the family subscribed to many magazines about family matters. Knowing that many teenagers fantasize about their mothers as sexual partners, my mother's face flushed but she wasn't too surprised when I said this.

"I...I fantasize about Mom taking off her clothes in front of me. Mom has such a great body, and I ejaculate while thinking about it..." The flush on my mother's face spread down to her lower body, but her eyes held a complex mix of excitement...shyness...pride...

"Have you been masturbating lately?" My mother swallowed hard. She seemed excited as she got closer to her goal, as if she had forgotten that she was my mother, and it was embarrassing for her son to ejaculate in front of her.

"Lately...I've been fantasizing about Mom's body again..." My voice was so low that only I could hear it.

"Mommy just saw your underwear...on it...hehe..." My mother actually found it funny. I was both amused and annoyed, but a surge of courage rose within me. "Mommy hates the butterfly spots on her face. Actually...I want to..."

"Mommy, do you want to try that secret recipe?" Seeing my mother's hesitation, I simply asked directly. Actually, this was what I had been hoping for.

"Hmm..." Mom's head was lowered.

"But... I don't know if I can just get it out like this..." My goal was getting closer and closer, and my breathing became heavy.

"Do you need Mom's help?"

"...If Mom helps me... it'll definitely be no problem..."

"Mommy... can I help you with my hand?" Mom's voice trembled, her expectant and shy eyes tempting me.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss. I stood in front of Mom and gently pulled down the zipper. I was too shy, my penis was soft. I had come this far, I couldn't hesitate.

I mustered my courage and pulled Mom's hand over to hold my penis...

Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. Mom often did facials for her regular clients at the beauty salon, so her nails were neatly manicured, and the calluses on her fingers were all worn away, making them crystal clear.

Her warm, jade-like hand held my penis, her white, tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A sensation like an electric current traveled from my penis to my whole body, and my penis quickly became erect. My mother was surprised by the size of my penis and turned her head, her face full of doubt. One small hand could only grasp half of it; after a slight hesitation, the other hand joined in, alternating between the two. Soon, my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm little hands.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing so well..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more of a satisfied excitement. My mother's strokes became increasingly ecstatic, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her nose, but I had no desire to ejaculate for a long time. "Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many things? Really..." My mother glanced at me shyly, her expression somewhat strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped my mother's fair, jade-like feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, drawing circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet; no wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses." Her skin was thin, white, and tender, with faint blue veins visible beneath.

I held my penis between my mother's soft soles and began thrusting. The lines of her soles rubbed against her foreskin, the pleasure intensifying with each wave. My mother was ticklish and giggled softly as she pulled her legs back, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankles and pulled them back.

My glans darted between her delicate toes, and my mother's shoulders trembled with laughter. I really wanted to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. After playing with my mother's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans swelled as if it were about to explode. I

took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against my mother's cheek. My mother knew I was about to climax; she closed her eyes, her face flushed, and let me ejaculate all my thick semen onto her face.

The semen was cloudy and thick, with a fishy smell. My mother frowned slightly as she smeared the semen evenly on her face.

"Mom, I'm going back..." My mother kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't say a word. I fled back to the bedroom, panting heavily. In one night, I had ravished my mother's delicate hands and feet; this was just the beginning. I wanted to slowly devour her body, bit by bit, until I possessed her entire form…

My semen became my mother's skincare product. A few days later, after I repeatedly insisted under various pretexts, my mother started wearing very sexy clothes every time she helped me masturbate, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze. We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture would lead us into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided my penis; sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

I wasn't satisfied with just using her hands; ravaging her beautiful little mouth became my next target. I thought of a plan, and today, my mother had her hair piled up like a ballerina, as if she had prepared it specifically for me to perform oral sex. It was still early after dinner, and my mother hadn't changed out of her pajamas, wearing a slip dress that exposed a large expanse of her snow-white back. She wore a pair of small sandals. Knowing I loved her beautiful feet, Mom took special care of them, her toenails painted with rose-colored nail polish, making them exceptionally sexy.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave Mom a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So hasty..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft fingers were already very familiar with the shaft in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down, with light and gentle pressure.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed my urge... "Mom... I need to pee..."

"Go away, go away..." Mom knew I wanted to enjoy the caress of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom and masturbated, fantasizing about raping my mother in various lewd positions. My penis, already aroused by her, ejaculated quickly. I carefully washed away the remaining fluid and returned to my mother's side.

"You were gone for so long?" My mother asked suspiciously.

"I was so full and uncomfortable, I couldn't pee for ages," I lied, and my mother chuckled. "Let's go to Mommy's bedroom!" I looked at my mother's lips, feeling a surge of excitement.

"Hmm, it's hard to get it out today..." My mother masturbated for a while, and her penis did get erect, but she didn't feel the urge to ejaculate so quickly. After a few masturbations, my mother wasn't as shy as the first time, and she leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I've gotten used to Mommy's fingers?" I tried to find a reasonable explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, let's do it tomorrow..." My mother was about to give up.

"How can that be? I'm so uncomfortable like this..."

I was getting closer to my goal, and I could clearly hear my heart pounding. "Mom, use your mouth to help me come?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming anymore..." Mom's shy expression returned. The previous times I ejaculated on Mom's face, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of her mouth, as if I wanted to crawl inside.

How could Mom not know what I wanted to do? She knew I would have this kind of improper thought sooner or later. Today it finally came, but she was a little flustered.

"Mom, I can use your hands and feet, why can't I use your mouth? Please, Mom..."

I persisted, cupping Mom's cheeks in my hands, tilting her head back, her lips just inches away from my penis. "Just this once..." Mom's throat bobbed, and she whispered with her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

"Mom, open your little mouth..." I cupped Mom's burning face and squeezed my thick penis into her little mouth. The corners of her mouth were stretched wide, her face temperature soared, even her neck turned red. I held Mom's head, gently thrusting my hips, pumping in and out of Mom's little mouth. My mother seemed somewhat humiliated, her head slightly turning but held firmly by me.

"Mom, lick it for me with your tongue!" My mother opened her mouth wide enough to take a portion of my penis in, her tongue diligently licking within the limited space of her mouth. The glans felt numb and itchy from the licking, very pleasurable. After licking for a while, my mother tried to avoid letting her teeth touch the glans, swallowing the penis further into her mouth, her luscious, moist lips actively manipulating the foreskin.

"Oh... Mom... it feels so good..." My mother's allure was astonishing; less than 20 minutes after ejaculating, I was already losing control again. My mother was definitely not a novice at oral sex; her nimble tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred with exquisite skill. She

worked hard, swallowing and spitting, while a warm little hand occasionally stroked the exposed part of my penis. Although I felt sorry for my mother, afraid of hurting her throat, under the intense stimulation of her hard work, I couldn't help but grab her hair and intensify my hip thrusts.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom's small mouth was stretched wide open, making muffled sounds, clearly dissatisfied with me pushing my penis deep into her mouth. Seeing the fear in her eyes, I pulled my penis out slightly, the head of my penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her warm mouth.

Mom knew I was at the crucial moment; she closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh. She had actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears welling in her eyes. This was the most satisfying ejaculation I'd ever had; the glans had barely left her mouth before it shot out forcefully, leaving the fruit of our collaboration on Mom's nose, lips, and eyelids.

"Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from your strain! I'm telling you, don't even think about a next time..." Next time? Next time might be on another part of her body. My mother gasped for breath, her mouth agape, a little semen still lingering in her mouth. But she was used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue…

A month later…

“Mom, I want to penetrate your pussy…”

“Dream on. If you push your luck any further, you won’t be able to touch Mommy’s body anywhere…”

I knelt on my mother’s bare upper body, grabbing her pair of milky white breasts, her full breasts squeezed and deformed, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts…

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally invaded without much effort. Once, I shouted that I wanted to suckle my mother’s nipples, and my mother’s maternal instincts were ignited. Half-heartedly, I took off her pajamas, and when her small nipples became hard and erect from licking, and her areolas enlarged, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

After ejaculating on my mother’s round breasts that day, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with her.

“Only this once!” My mother couldn’t resist me, and still answered like this. From then on, I slept in the same bed with my mother, embracing her beautiful body every night and forcing her to hold my penis. Gradually, my mother got used to it and even enjoyed holding my penis while sleeping.

Of course, I wouldn't sleep obediently. First, my mother no longer needed to wear pajamas; then, I could freely touch and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, my mother was willing to kiss me first, and whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would wrap around my tongue and suck.

However, all of this was done in the dark. My mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to see her body, and I couldn't even touch her panties. My mother was afraid that I would ejaculate every day and my body wouldn't be able to handle it, so we agreed to "do it" two or three times a week. In fact, my abundant energy was no problem at all. Except for the "pre-arranged" days, I always stubbornly demanded to enter my mother's body on the other days.

I tried everything—coaxing, whining—and several times I felt that my mother was about to give in. Unfortunately… in the end, willpower triumphed over evil thoughts. I didn't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or examine my own teasing skills. No matter how much I caressed her inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to penetrate her remained unfulfilled.

After treatment, the butterfly-shaped spots on my mother's face gradually disappeared; heaven knows if it had anything to do with the semen. My mother didn't say she wouldn't need my semen anymore, and naturally, I wouldn't bring it up either. I didn't ejaculate on my mother's face every time, and she didn't say anything. Twice, I deliberately ejaculated into her mouth. The first time, my mother scolded me fiercely and then spat the semen onto the floor. The second time, she swallowed every last drop. Perhaps my penis was inserted too deeply and she couldn't spit it out in time, or perhaps she had ulterior motives. My

mother never called me "my darling" or similar affectionate terms again, not since she started giving me oral sex. Now, it's my turn to often hold her on my lap and kiss her little mouth, calling her "my darling!" and "my baby!" My mother really enjoys how I pamper her like a little girl.

My mother became increasingly unrestrained in front of me, showing no respect for elders in her words and actions. She would often joke and playfully tease me, and sometimes, if she hit me too hard, I would deliberately make her perform oral sex as punishment. She would always exaggerate and scream, but when I forcefully pressed her head down, she would obediently kneel before me, using her small mouth to pleasure me until I felt like I was in heaven.

One day, the police brought my mother home. It turned out she had been robbed on her way home, but luckily, there were patrol officers nearby, saving her from certain death. From the next day on, I picked my mother up from school every day. Once we were a certain distance from the beauty salon, we would snuggle together like a couple. "Son, Mommy can't live without you..."

"Me too..." Before I could finish speaking, my mother's tongue was already wrapped around mine, her body softly pressed against mine.

In my mother's eyes, I became her lover; in fact, my mother had become my lover too, a lover I loved to the core...

"Mom, why won't you give me all of yourself?"

"Hehe, I won't. The things we can't have are the most beautiful, so I'll let you see them but not touch them, hehe..."

After ejaculating into my mother's mouth again, she nestled in my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my lower body, her fingers kneading my limp penis. I suspect that my mother's current refusal to let me penetrate her is more of a playful teasing than a taboo. Many times, when she has aroused me to the point of burning desire, and I try to enter her, she flinches while laughing loudly, looking at my embarrassed expression with a smug expression.

Today, after a company meeting and dinner, I rushed home to enjoy my mother's loving care. I had barely stepped inside, before I could even exchange a few words with my mother, when the doorbell rang, and a beautiful young woman slipped in. It turned out to be a female employee from my office; I must have forgotten a document in my haste to get home. She brought it over, and I thanked her profusely, inviting her to sit down.

My mother poured a cup of coffee, which the girl stood up to take, her lips seemingly coated with honey. "Auntie, you have such a great figure and such fair skin, you look like you're only in your early thirties..." I noticed that although my mother was smiling, she wasn't necessarily happy inside. This was very different from usual. Usually, when someone complimented my mother's figure and skin, she would be overjoyed, but today...

The girl was sweet-looking, wearing a denim overall dress, with long, soft, flowing hair, radiating a captivating vitality. She complimented my mother, occasionally smiling at me. After seeing the girl off, my mother hugged a cushion and leaned against the sofa watching TV, her little mouth pouting, looking wronged.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I climbed up and hugged my mother's petite body onto my lap.

My mother's arms wrapped around my neck.

"Are you very familiar with that girl?"

"We work in the same office, so how would you say we're familiar?"

"She's quite pretty..."

"Yes, it's more pleasant to work with beautiful women. But even the prettiest one can't compare to Mom..."

"Hmph...you smooth talker..."

My mother's tone was full of jealousy. She rolled off my lap and sat to the side, ignoring me completely. It seems Mom misunderstood my relationship with that girl. In fact, we didn't have anything special going on. We were just recent graduates and got along well.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Having sat there for so long feeling awkward, and after a long day of meetings, I was quite tired. I cupped Mom's face and kissed her deeply before going into the bathroom. Mom seemed jealous. I found it a little funny and a little smug. I hummed a song as I showered for over an hour before coming out.

Mom had changed into a very figure-hugging white cheongsam dress and struck a seductive pose on the sofa. A pair of shapely, white legs peeked out from the high slit, half-concealed, making them appear even longer and more sexy. A sparkling anklet adorned her slender ankles, making her feet look even more delicate and beautiful. My hair wasn't even dry yet, and seeing this scene made my penis instantly erect.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I hugged Mom tightly, holding her little foot in one hand.

"Go away, now you remember Mommy? Go find your pretty colleague!"

Her jealousy was still so strong; I'd better express it with actions! Thinking to myself, I slipped my left hand under my mother's legs, wrapped my right arm around her back, and pulled her shapely body into my arms as I walked towards the bedroom. My mother cried out in a soft voice, feigning strong resistance, her plump legs kicking wildly, arousing a surge of lust within me.

She still wouldn't let me undress her with the light on, and I was greatly disappointed. In the dark, I climbed on top of her and tried to kiss her lips. But today she wouldn't even let me kiss her lips; my hand barely touched her breast before she slapped it hard.

My mother is quite stubborn; it's hard to do what she doesn't allow. I couldn't very well rape her, could I? My lust gradually subsided, and coupled with my exhaustion, I had no choice but to give up and crawl naked into bed. I felt a pang of annoyance at how much my mother had been pampered in just a few days, and stubbornly refused to pull her hand to my penis.

In the darkness, my mother turned her back to me, her buttocks thrusting forcefully, pushing me away from her body, and she pulled off her cheongsam. There was nothing I could do; I'd have to appease her tomorrow!

"...Waaah...waaah..." Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard my mother sobbing softly. My heart softened, and I turned around to hug her smooth, bare back. "Mom, what's wrong? Who were you arguing with all night?"

"Waaah...do you think Mom's too old..." It's

just a female colleague, why all this fuss? I yawned and softly comforted my mother, the sweet words I'd said countless times before flying into her ears again.

Under my gentle whispers, my mother gradually calmed down, her hand reaching out from behind to grasp my penis.

"Mom, I love you, you're my heart and soul, forever..."

"Mommy loves you too, forever..."

My mother obediently let me turn her body around, her tongue willingly entering my mouth, our tongues intertwining, as if making a vow never to be separated.

I hugged my mother with my left arm, and with the other hand, I squeezed her bare breast, gently kneading it, my right leg instinctively reaching between her legs. The moment I touched that forbidden zone, I suddenly felt a wet, furry sensation above my knee. Oh my god! Had Mom secretly taken off her underwear just now?

Mom noticed my surprise, her lips leaving my tongue's sucking, and whispered almost inaudibly in my ear, "What other women can give you, Mom will give you too!" I could hardly believe my eyes. My right hand reached towards Mom's crotch. Sure enough, beneath the curly pubic hair, a stream of fluid flowed. Tonight, Mom was completely naked, seemingly ready to give me every inch of her skin.

"Mom, can I really touch?" I hesitated.

"Yes! Haven't you always longed for all of Mommy…" Mom's voice trembled noticeably.

Oh! It was wonderful. With Mom's nipple in my mouth, my fingers slid from her clitoris across the slit, to her perineum, and then to her anus. After gently rubbing her perineum, I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina. As soon as I entered, Mom squeezed her thighs together and contracted her vaginal muscles. I could clearly feel the pressure of the vaginal walls. The warm, wet sensation conveyed Mom's love… My

fingers were coated with her fluids. I slowly probed in along the tender vaginal walls with my index and middle fingers together, while my thumb gently scratched Mom's clitoris. "...Mmm..." My mother's soft moans were barely audible, and her small hand, holding my penis, intensified its caresses. Her vaginal fluids soaked her labia, leaving my hand sticky with it.

I listened intently to her breathing, sensing every subtle change in her body. She curled one leg up, her foot rubbing against the sheets, her knee unconsciously squeezing my hand. Her vagina continued to contract and relax, initially clearly to please me, but now writhing with excitement. She turned her head to the side, biting the pillowcase, trying to suppress her panting.

I desperately wanted to see her aroused expression, so I abruptly switched on the bedside lamp.

"Ah...what are you doing? You're cheating, Mommy's not coming..." My mother jumped in fright, covering her face with her hands, her little feet pounding the bed.

"Mommy, can I see your body?!" I yanked the blanket off. My mother, both anxious and ashamed, rolled over and lay face down on the bed, burying her face deep in the blanket.

I'd touched and kissed her every day, completely imagining her body through my senses in the dark. Now, I could finally see that alluring flesh clearly, even if only from behind. My mother's hands were still buried under her face, her slender shoulder blades prominent, giving her a delicate and elegant appearance. Beautiful curves extended along her smooth back, becoming rounded just past her narrow waist, her full buttocks white, smooth, and incredibly alluring. A small tuft of pubic hair was faintly visible in her cleft.

I greedily gazed at this trembling body, my penis swollen and about to burst. I lay on my mother's back, gently biting her earlobe.

"You little rascal, what are you doing? Turn off the light..."

"Didn't Mom just promise me?"

"But I didn't tell you to turn on the light!... Waaah... You're so disobedient now..."

"No! I want to see your body, I want to penetrate Mom's pussy..."

My chest pressed tightly against my mother's bare, smooth back, straddling her plump, snow-white buttocks, my glans rubbing back and forth in her cleft. Her juices flowed from the slit, making my penis glisten.

"Mom, I'm going in..."

My mother gritted her teeth, her body trembling, seemingly fully prepared for my penetration.

I arched my back slightly, pinched the glans, parted the pubic hair, and ignoring the resistance of her labia, inserted the glans into the little hole I had longed for. The glans burrowed into the tender flesh, enveloped by her engorged labia. Ah, so good! Finally, I entered my mother's beautiful paradise. I trembled all over, crying out in excitement.

My mother buried her head even deeper, probably thinking it was my first time having sex with a woman, hence her obvious delight.

While I was lost in my immense pleasure, she subtly raised her buttocks slightly, and the glans was smoothly guided into her vagina.

I caught this subtle movement…

I thrust my hips forward, my testicles pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, and my penis slowly slid in.

My mother knew her vagina was looser than a teenage girl's. To please me, she squeezed her legs together, desperately pressing her vaginal walls, which narrowed under the pressure, tightly enveloping my glans. My glans throbbed incessantly inside her burning vagina, and I almost couldn't hold back from ejaculating.

Although I couldn't penetrate very deeply, my mother's technique made her vagina feel narrow and tight. I lay on my mother's back, my hands encircling her firm breasts, my mouth parting her curly hair to kiss her pink neck, and my hips began to thrust in and out.

My mother's body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, silently responding to my thrusts, and our bodies were finally joined together. My penis made piston-like movements inside my mother's warm, moist vagina. Although the thrusting was short, it was enough to satisfy all my excitement, concentrating in my lower body, making my penis as hard as an iron rod.

For nearly ten minutes, I lay on my mother's back, slowly and gently pulling my penis in and out. After the initial excitement of penetrating her vagina subsided, I began to consider how to enjoy this feast of flesh.

Why wasn't my mother moaning? Was she shy? Or was my thrusting too light, failing to arouse her desire…? I supported myself with my hands, increasing the force of my thrusts, my lower abdomen repeatedly slamming against my mother's buttocks.

Because my mother's legs were together and her full buttocks were upturned, my penis couldn't penetrate very deeply. Eager for greater stimulation, I gently lifted my mother's body, spreading her knees so she could kneel on the bed. My mother didn't comply, but she didn't resist much either; her head remained pressed against the sheets, her buttocks raised high, her pair of white, tender breasts half hanging in the air and half pressed beneath her body.

My penis shallowly thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, so shallowly that it slipped out several times. The glans circled and rubbed near her labia minora, occasionally teasing her clitoris. After a while, Mom's vagina felt itchy and numb, longing for my penis to penetrate deep inside. Although Mom still tried to hold back her moans, her buttocks involuntarily pressed against my lower abdomen, hoping to swallow more of my penis.

My glans hadn't penetrated deeply for a long time, and Mom was getting impatient with my teasing. I spread Mom's buttocks apart, revealing her pink, tender flesh inside. The tender flesh walls were moistened by her own secretions, and the slit opened and closed with the trembling of her buttocks, seemingly silently enticing my glans to plunge in.

Mom knelt on the bed, and I knelt behind her, my hands tightly gripping Mom's slender waist. This lewd scene had haunted my mind countless times; my first ejaculation had occurred in such a fantasy. Now, through my efforts, this scene had finally become a reality. Mom's plump buttocks would henceforth be my plaything for indulgence.

The thought sent another shiver down my spine, and I no longer hesitated. Holding my breath, I gripped my mother's buttocks tightly, and with a sudden burst of strength, I thrust my penis into her vagina, the head of my penis piercing like lightning, reaching her very core.

"...Uh..." My mother cried out softly at the sudden, forceful thrust. This cry heralded a new chapter in our long, illicit sexual encounter.

I thrust violently, my mother's hair flying, sweat streaming down her forehead. Her irregular breathing was interspersed with barely perceptible moans. I slowly withdrew my penis, leaving it at the entrance of her vagina, rotating it several times, paying special attention to her sensitive clitoris. After gently scraping the tender walls of her vagina with the head of my penis, I plunged it deep into her vagina again, the entire length of my thick, hard penis disappearing with a deep and forceful thrust.

Each time my penis reached deep into her vagina and touched her cervix, it was accompanied by my mother's alluring moans. And when the opening was tickled, my mother would eagerly lean back. It seems the "nine shallow, one deep" technique truly is a woman's nemesis. No matter how

dignified and virtuous a woman is normally, this move will awaken the lust deep within her. My mother completely abandoned her reserve; her slender waist twisted like a water snake, her plump buttocks squeezing my lower abdomen as if trying to suck my penis into her body. Sometimes she moaned softly, sometimes she gasped, my strength surging forth relentlessly. I forgot about the concept of fast or slow thrusts, recklessly pounding against the snow-white, alluring buttocks before me.

"Mom. Is it comfortable?" I leaned forward, panting on my mother's shoulder.

"...Ugh...Mommy...ah...so comfortable...ugh..." My waist didn't slacken at all. My short sentence was interrupted several times by the continuous, violent impacts to her lower body, her response broken and fragmented.

My mother's buttocks were ravaged by me, bruised and red in patches. The sweat seeping from her waist made my palms wet from the twisting motion, making it almost impossible to hold onto my mother's smooth, round buttocks. I turned my mother's body over so she was facing me, pulled her long, beautiful legs over my shoulders, and leaned down slightly, thrusting my hips into her vagina.

The bedside lamp wasn't very bright, but it clearly illuminated my mother's shy expression. Our bodies were now intertwined, and my mother knew I would fulfill all her long-held fantasies tonight, indulging myself on her. Her face was full of allure, but she turned her head away, avoiding my gaze. My

penis moved in and out of her vagina, and I turned her head back, my burning desire imprinting her shy expression in my mind. At this moment, my mother was like a lamb to the slaughter, her brow furrowed, her mouth opening and closing with the rhythm of my thrusts, her large breasts bouncing wildly.

I grabbed her small feet that were dangling from my shoulders and took them into my mouth. Each delicate, slender pink toe was licked red by my tongue in turn, my nose pressed against the soles of her feet, my tongue sliding down to her heels. My mother's laughter, mixed with moans, seemed to encourage me, and I stretched out my tongue , licking the creases of her soles even more vigorously.

Her little feet emitted a faint fragrance, and her bright rose-colored toenails constantly aroused my lust. My mother's petite jade feet were covered with my greedy saliva. The sound of my penis churning the vaginal fluids inside her grew louder and louder, soaking a large patch of the sheets. When my lips left my mother's sexy little feet, she was already sweating profusely from my penetration...

"Mom, hold onto my neck!" I leaned down and lowered my head. My mother gasped for breath, obediently wrapping her jade arms around my neck. "Hold on tight, don't let go..."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make Mom fly..." Before she finished speaking, my mother was already airborne, her beautiful legs curled up and resting on my arms, her buttocks supported by my hands as they rose and fell in the air.

"Ouch...it's...so deep...ooh..." I practically tossed my mother's body upwards, catching some of the force of her fall while my erect penis absorbed most of it. My mother cried out loudly, perhaps more satisfied than in pain! Although my mother wasn't heavy, her entire weight was supported by my arms and penis, and soon my hands began to feel numb. But seeing my mother's hair flying and her moans as I fucked her, I couldn't bear to put down that alluring body.

"Uh...Mommy...I can't take it anymore..." After a series of vigorous thrusts, as my arms could no longer support my mother's weight, she suddenly pressed her body against my chest, pressing down hard on my shoulders, rendering me immobile. I felt a spasm in her, her vagina suddenly tightening, the tender flesh inside her vagina clamping down on my glans. My mother opened her mouth and bit my shoulder, her vulva trembling wildly, a surge of fluid washing over my throbbing glans.

For about a month since we had been intimately connected, my mother had first used her fingers to stimulate me, then her mouth to give me oral sex, and later her breasts had been penetrated by my penis. But each time, it was always me who ejaculated with unbridled pleasure; my mother had never experienced passion. But today, I finally brought my mother to orgasm.

"Mommy, did you feel good?" I asked with ill intent, my head pressed against her forehead.

"Don't ask...Ugh...You're so bad!" The blush of orgasm was still clearly visible on my mother's face as she shyly avoided my burning gaze.

My arms were already numb, so I took the opportunity to gently put my mother down. I lay on my side next to my mother, her back to me, one of her beautiful legs raised high, my glans sliding into her vagina as I thrust in and out again.

"You little rascal, where did you learn so many positions… ah…" My mother let out a helpless yet ecstatic moan, her body eagerly responding to my thrusts.

"Mom, making love with you is so blissful, your body is so sexy, tsk tsk…" My lower body didn't relax at all, fully enjoying my mother's beautiful body.

My mother's forehead was covered in sweat; after her climax, I continued to fuck her for nearly half an hour. "Ugh… it's all Mommy's fault… I helped you recover… and now I'm torturing Mommy… oh…"

Actually, I was also close to climaxing, gritting my teeth and barely holding on with sheer willpower. "Mom, I… I'm almost there… huff…" I said breathlessly, a thick stream of semen spraying into my mother's uterus… the immense satisfaction overwhelmed my physical exhaustion.

That night, my mother and I indulged in repeated acts of pleasure until 3:00 AM before finally falling into a deep sleep.

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...

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle...

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Talk to Mommy! You've only been here a few days and you're already complaining about Mommy?" Mom said coquettishly, not letting it go.

"Mommy, I was just reading a book for a while, how could I ignore you?"

"That's right, that's right, you haven't looked at Mommy since you came back today, is the book more interesting than Mommy?"

Cough... I laughed out loud. "Mommy, are you just trying to make conversation? If your tongue is so bored... then... hehe..." I grinned wickedly and pressed Mommy's head between my legs.

Mommy lowered her upper body, like a docile kitten lying between my legs, her nimble tongue gliding around the head of my penis, occasionally making a "hissing" sound from her mouth. Touching Mommy's curly hair, looking at her infatuated expression, the slight displeasure from before had long since vanished. It turns out, I love my mother so deeply…

“Mom, tell me if it hurts…”

“Mmm!” My tongue left my mother’s anus, which had been licked until it was slightly red, and I held her slender waist, slowly inserting the head of my penis into her tender anus. The anal muscles tightened and gripped the head of my penis, and with my mother’s cooperation, the entire penis went into her rectum. The scene of my first anal sex with my mother came back to my mind. The pain, more intense than when I lost my virginity, brought tears to my mother’s eyes, but her eyes clearly told me that as long as I liked it, my mother was willing to do anything for me…

Her rectum embraced the penis’s sometimes tight and sometimes slow thrusting inside her. After several anal sex sessions, my mother was able to find pleasure in this alternative form of intercourse. Amidst her moans, my mother’s snow-white, plump buttocks became my favorite. My mother’s buttocks wiggled, and she would occasionally turn her head to look at me. My expression told her how excited I was at that moment. Encouraged, my mother endured the soreness in her rectum, tightening her anus until I ejaculated into her intestines.

The glans slid out, the anus was still open, the rectal wall was bright red like blood, mixed with a trace of milky white semen.

The bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, and even the balcony had all been our battlefields. After being nourished by sex, my mother's ovaries regained their vitality, her estrogen levels increased significantly, and the so-called female menopause quietly slipped away in these passionate days full of lust. Now I am 24 years old and my mother is 44, but our physical needs for each other have not diminished at all. My mother's figure is still so graceful, and she is still incredibly alluring in bed. Holding my beautiful mother's buttocks and thrusting is perhaps the happiest moment of my life...

Just past ten o'clock, I heard the sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor. I turned my head from the study and saw a middle-aged woman in an elegant evening dress bending down to take off her high-heeled sandals, but she did not immediately put her fair and delicate feet into the slippers. One hand was pinching her toes and slowly massaging them, her round and alluring buttocks completely under my gaze.

"Ah! Mom's back..." I laughed and rushed forward, lifting her soft body off the ground and spinning her around.

"Hey! You rascal, put Mom down right now."

How could I bear to part with this soft, alluring body in my arms? I simply pulled the beautiful woman onto the sofa and gave her a deep kiss. "Huh? I saw on the invitation that it was supposed to end at 11:00. Why are you back so early? Did you miss me?"

Mom rolled her eyes at me, sat on my lap, and slipped her earrings and necklace onto the coffee table. "Sigh... I'm exhausted. I've been standing for almost three hours. I couldn't take it anymore. Now I understand how tiring it is to be a hostess." Mom's soft body curled up in my arms, pouting and looking unhappy.

Although the annual "Entrepreneurs' Networking Event" is a formality, it shouldn't be as boring as Mom described. I know that women her age are talkative and can find excuses to ramble on anytime, anywhere.

Fortunately, I've gotten used to her nagging. Perhaps this is thanks to her finding love again in middle age, which always gives me an indescribable satisfaction in bed. This makes me less annoyed by my mother's nagging tongue, especially since... that nimble tongue is so skilled at licking my penis. Of course, my father wasn't so lucky. He chose to find another woman who doesn't talk much and always silently supports her husband's career to start a new family.

"The tablecloth on the dining table wasn't ironed at all... The food was mediocre, not to mention the only brand of mineral water in the whole venue... And... the sound system was terrible, I couldn't hear many of the speakers at all...

The atmosphere was chaotic everywhere, I really don't know what's so great about this kind of social gathering?... After the dance started, I danced two songs and finally had a legitimate reason to escape..."

"Wait... Did any of the other men take advantage of you while you were dancing?" Seeing that my mother was about to continue her rant, I suddenly seized an opportunity to interrupt her.

"No...of course not...Do you think everyone is like you, a lecherous wolf, even trying to take advantage of an old woman like me..." Mom sat on my lap, removing her makeup, then lay back with her arms behind her head, looking at me with a smile. My tone of questioning just now deliberately revealed a hint of jealousy, which made Mom very proud.

Actually, I completely believe that in that kind of setting, facing guests who are also private business owners, even the most audacious person wouldn't dare do anything unbecoming of their status. My insistence that someone was taking advantage of my mother was merely a ruse to silence her further nagging. "I told you to stop exaggerating, the more you explain, the worse it gets. With a figure like Mom's, wouldn't anyone have designs on her? Hehe, let me check..." With a wicked laugh, my mother's petite and exquisite body was easily pulled into my arms, and I strode into our shared bedroom...

"Oh... baby... Mommy's darling... how come you're so... ah... so amazing today..."

I wanted to be gentler, but the beautiful young woman beneath me always managed to enter a state of intoxication before I did. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs tightly gripped my waist, helping my lower abdomen thrust harder into her vulva. Her alluring clitoris, like tiny hands, constantly gripped and released my glans... Deeply penetrating my own mother's body was always so sensual and stimulating; how many people in the world could resist such temptation?

"Waaah..." Mom sobbed softly, her voice low. It was unbelievable; she'd come again... But I wasn't much better off. I didn't last long before releasing my pent-up energy into Mom's body. After her orgasm, Mom was always so gentle and charming, her rosy cheeks flushed with a girlish shyness. She curled up against my chest, her warm cherry lips enveloping my penis, licking away the remaining fluids. Her beautiful eyes were so captivated by my penis...

"Tell Mommy, is something bothering you?" After resting for a while, Mom's still-hot, sexy body nestled tightly in my arms.

"No, everything's the same, really nothing's wrong."

"Liar! Mommy knows you like this. Normally, you'd be taking advantage of Mommy again..."

In bed, it's indeed difficult for a man to deceive a woman, especially a mother who has lived with me since birth, someone who knows her son's characteristics well and has extensive sexual experience.

Before I was one year old, I suckled her breasts all day long; before I was five, her slender fingers often pulled back my foreskin to clean away grime; at 17, her naked body was manipulated into various lewd positions in my erotic dreams for extended periods; at 19, my fully developed penis frequently ejaculated under her skillful manipulation; that same year, her warm, moist mouth became the place where I released my pent-up energy; now, at 20, we sleep in each other's arms all night.

My mother knows my body and mind so well; countless nights she can easily catch my penis with a simple turn, never missing. She can deduce whether I'm experiencing extreme pleasure just from the hardness of my penis inside her and the frequency of my thrusts. Faced with a woman who knows me so well, what can I hide from her? I

sighed softly and had to tell her the truth: my company belongs to a design institute, and recently there was an opportunity to go abroad for study and research. With less than a year of experience, I was naturally excluded. For the sake of balance, I was given a task: to participate in a design competition open to submissions from a certain exhibition hall. For a month, I didn't have to report to the company; I could go to quiet places to do design work, which was essentially a month-long vacation.

This naturally caused me great dissatisfaction, but there was nothing I could do. State-owned companies have always been based on seniority; for a junior like me, it would take twenty or thirty years to get ahead. "I think it's great; I'll just treat it as a vacation."

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