Motorcycles on rainy days

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The bus traveled smoothly
along the road, but most of the passengers, weary from the long journey, were either dozing off
or fast asleep. I felt like the only odd one out.
I had experienced the weariness and pain of life to the fullest in the past month. Those familiar topics about life
, which I hadn't understood before, now resonated deeply. Things that want to bring you down often
come unexpectedly, dousing you with cold water when you're feeling triumphant. Family
troubles, career setbacks, betrayal by friends—these were words I'd only ever encountered in novels, as if they'd all
conspired to visit me within a few short weeks.
"Sir! Sir! The bus has arrived… Sir!"
I was startled by the station attendant's voice, and in a daze, it felt like I'd descended from hell to earth.
"Oh. Oh… Thank you!" This wasn't just polite formality; I genuinely thanked him for pulling me 　　out
of the cycle of self-torture . 　　After tidying my things, I took a few deep breaths. I couldn't bring these negative things to my mother 　　; I couldn't let her know. In her eyes, I was still that promising young man, 　　the good son she was proud of her for life. 　　"Hey, Mom, I'm getting off! Yes... about... um... half an hour to get home." I let her know I was 　　safe as soon as I got off. 　　"Okay, okay, I know. I've prepared dinner for you. Be careful on the road..." 　　My mother's voice was very beautiful. She loved to sing when she was young, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. Even now, she still 　　hums a tune from time to time. The elderly people strolling in the square at night must be very familiar with her singing. 　　"Okay, I know. Lanlan... um... there's an urgent matter at her workplace, and they even canceled her leave... 　　She couldn't get away, so I didn't force her to come back. It seems quite urgent..." 　　I didn't want to mention this woman's name, but I couldn't avoid it. 　　"Okay... okay... didn't you tell me yesterday... Mom understands, it's good that you're back!" 　　So she had already told me? I took a deep breath. Whew, I mustn't forget anything or let something 　　slip later. 　　"Okay, Mom, the car's here. I'll hang up now. I'll be home with you right away, hehe..." 　　After hearing my mother's hearty laughter, I hung up the phone. I hailed a taxi and headed straight home. 　　My mother has always been my safe haven. Even if my wife, friends, and buddies betrayed me, I wouldn't 　　be completely alone. My mother will always stand by my side, giving me support and the love I need. 　　My hometown is a small county town, pitifully small compared to the big city I live in. 　　The streets are wide, but there aren't many cars. Traffic jams are unimaginable in my hometown. 　　Soon, the car arrived at the apartment building. My mother lives in an old neighborhood; the style of the buildings 　　is noticeably different from the modern residential areas that have sprung up now. Standing on the street, 　　I could vaguely see my home's balcony through the leaves of the sycamore trees lining the road. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, 　　making my warm home seem almost dreamlike. 　　I picked up my backpack and headed home. Reaching the third floor, I hesitated for a moment before gently knocking. 　　The door opened quickly. My mother's face beamed with happiness. "Ah, you're back! Quick… put your things 　　down and rest for a bit." She hurriedly took my bag and handed me clean slippers, urging me to change 　　. 　　Stepping inside, the slight unease I felt a moment ago vanished, replaced by warmth. This was truly my home 　　! Sitting on the sofa, my mother handed me a cup of tea and sat beside me, asking, "How was the journey? 　　Are you tired?" 　　I sipped my tea. "Not at all! Rushing home to see you, how could I be tired?" Sitting beside my mother, I 　　felt a profound peace. I stopped thinking about my disappointments; my eyes and heart were filled only with this home. 　　"You're just good at sweet-talking me!" Mom rolled her eyes at me, a smirk playing on her lips. 　　Mom's 50 years old, well past the age when men's hormones are raging. Perhaps she's even 　　past the age of being called a "mature woman." But right now, her wrinkled face seemed so 　　alluring to me! "How could that be? Who said I only know how to talk?" I put down my cup, reached my left arm behind my back, and wrapped my arms around 　　Mom's back, giving her a tight hug. "I'm your dear son, after all." Such playful words 　　would have been completely out of the mood for me when we were just on the way here. But they came out so naturally. 　　"Hmm, you're such a naughty thing…" Mom said, annoyed. She pulled her arm away from my shoulder and 　　stood up. 　　"Wait a minute, okay? Mom's going to finish cooking the last of the dishes. You must be hungry on the way home. Have a good meal when we get home." 　　With that, she turned and headed towards the kitchen. 　　My mother's cooking has always been my favorite. I lived with her for over ten years during my school years, and I was used to 　　her dishes. I even remember when I first went to university, I didn't like the cafeteria food and 　　only ate snacks. I, who was quite robust in high school, became a 　　slender young man in my first year of university. 　　I put down my cup, got up, and went into my mother's room; the familiar scent wafted towards me. As a 　　child, I was shy and introverted, lacking friends and often bullied 　　. Things only improved as I got older. But then, my father passed away when I was in middle school. I became even more silent than before, and it was with my mother's encouragement that I slowly emerged from the shadow of grief. Only when I truly grew up did I realize 　　how ridiculous my so-called "pain" was 　　compared to my mother's . 　　Since my father's passing, my mother and I have slept in the same bed, snuggling together. My mother would talk to me a lot— 　　about herself, about my father, about me, about her experiences in life, and about 　　the principles and values she held in her heart. After entering society, I received many compliments like "mature, stable, principled, and responsible," 　　which is one of the assets that allowed me to build a successful career at a young age. And these qualities…

Without exception, these are all things my mother left in my heart. She taught me the principles of being a person, the principles of conduct.
Perhaps... perhaps I didn't inherit her strength?
On the bedside table is an old photo of the three of us. My mother used to tell me that she hoped I
could experience the family joy she didn't get to enjoy. She hoped I would settle down and become a father soon, so she could have
a few more years of happiness with my family.
Becoming a father... it's something my mother always nagged me about. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that my wife doesn't want to
have children so soon. In her view, a woman who has children loses her youth, and she doesn't want to grow old so quickly. Thinking of
these words, at this moment, is it ironic? How ridiculous! Once upon a time, I believed her so much.
I can't see the expression on my face now, but I guess it must be quite something.
"Xiaobai, hurry up and wash your hands, dinner's ready." My mother called to me from the doorway.
"Oh, coming right now." I turned my back to my mother, trying to adjust my expression. When I turned around, I gave her a "bright"
smile.
At the dinner table, Mom kept adding food to my plate. The whole table was specially prepared for me, and I knew that the abundance of
food was overflowing with love. Mom ate while watching me, her gaze occasionally lingering on my face
.
"Xiaobai, why are you making so many faces while eating?" Mom asked.
"No, it's you! Why are you staring at me like that? Has your son gotten any better looking or something
?" I laughed it off, deflecting the question.
"Eat up, we're eating, why are you making such a fuss?" Mom's tone softened, ignoring my comment
.
After dinner, Mom was clearing the dishes. I wanted to help, but she pushed me away. "You rarely come home,
why are you doing chores? Go, go, go..." Mom practically pushed me out of the kitchen.
I wasn't in the mood for anything else, so I pulled up a stool and sat down to chat with Mom. It was clear that
Mom was in high spirits, managing to do housework and talk to me simultaneously. I listened as my mother poured out
her life to me. When she asked about me, I only gave evasive answers, sometimes even needing to tell lies to
get by. People are often like that; to cover up one lie, they tell more and more, until sooner or later they can't hide it
anymore. I'd always understood this principle, but only after such a drastic change in my life did I grasp it more
deeply. And now, I had no choice but to jump into this abyss myself.
"Mom, let me go for a walk with you," I said.
My mother replied happily, "Okay! I usually go out alone, without anyone to accompany me
. Today is perfect."
I nodded, "Yes, I'll keep you company today."
We got ready and went out together. It was almost 7 pm, and it was getting dark, but it was
the best time for middle-aged couples and elderly people to take a walk. There were many people strolling on the street.
When we reached the square, the activities had already begun. Some were chatting in small groups, some were elderly couples dancing together
, and some were singing. Many people greeted my mother, and seeing me by her side, they couldn't help but praise her.
"Lanying, you've raised a wonderful son! He's so kind and filial.
Where can you find a child like that these days?" One compliment after another made my mother very happy. She thoroughly enjoyed
the praise; the more outstanding others thought I was, the happier she smiled.
The evening of Qingming Festival was still a bit chilly. Seeing that it was almost time, I urged my mother to go home.
My mother said goodbye to her friends and took my arm as we walked home.
"Mom, those people kept praising me; it was almost too much for me," I joked
.
Mom laughed and said, "What's there to be tired of? My son is always better than others. Over the years, which
elder hasn't praised you?"
I shook my head. "Mom, I just feel that I don't spend enough time with you."
Mom said with some dissatisfaction, "Aren't you busy making money? What young person can stay by their mother's side all the time?"
There were few pedestrians on the roadside. Mom gently took my arm, her breasts rubbing against my upper arm. Feeling that
softness, I couldn't help but sigh, "I wish I could stay by your side forever."
"Hey, don't you want your darling wife anymore? Mom can't keep you here." I don't know
what nerve my words touched, but Mom's tone became somewhat resentful.
I looked around, gently released Mom's arm, reached around her waist, and
hugged her tightly. I leaned close to her face and whispered, "Mom, I won't stay with anyone else, I'll always be with you."
Mom seemed a little displeased, struggling slightly, and said, "We're on the street, Xiao... Xiaobai
, let go, it's not good for others to see..."
Hearing Mom say this, I couldn't let go any longer, instead hugging her even tighter. This time, she became
a little anxious, trying to break free from my embrace while softly saying, "I know you're good to me, Mom
is satisfied as long as you're happy..."
I looked at Mom's face, slowly moved closer, and gave her a kiss. Then I let go, "Mom, let's
go home."
Mom was still clearly flustered, looking down at the ground and nodding.
As soon as we entered the house, I hugged Mom and whispered in her ear, "Mom, go take a shower." Mom clearly
understood what I meant. She murmured "Mmm..." and ran off.
Whew! I sat on the sofa, not hearing a thing about the laughter on the TV. Looking back on my past with my mother
, having a relationship with her seems like a natural thing. As a young boy, I naturally had sexual urges.
Sleeping with my mother, my restless teenage mind wandered. Before, I would even take advantage of her sleeping to
gently touch her thigh while rubbing my penis, thinking she didn't know. The boldest
time, I remember, was when my mother was napping. I pulled down my pants, looked at her face, and imagined the
AVs I'd seen at my classmate's house and her body. I placed my penis about ten centimeters away from her and rubbed it incessantly.
If we hadn't later confessed our feelings, this would probably be one of my proudest achievements.
A while later, Mom came out after showering. She was wearing a yellow bathrobe. The steam made
her face flushed, giving her a charmingly delicate look.
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower too, wait a bit," I said, patting her shoulder and
whispering in her ear.
"What are you saying? You're always talking badly," Mom said, but her crow's feet crinkled at the corners of her eyes
, and a smile appeared on her face.
While showering, I fantasized that I could wash away the gloom that had settled in my heart for days. Mom knew that what I
had gone through must have been even more painful than what I had experienced, and that I was more prone to breakdown and madness. Mom had done so much for me; I couldn't
be so heartless.
I put on a white bathrobe and left the bathroom. Mom was in her room, playing on the computer. It was
a laptop I had discarded, which I kept for Mom to use for online chatting and playing games.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Mom slowly typed as she replied, "Browsing the forum."
I knew this; Mom often browsed forums, offering advice to netizens with relationship problems
. Some of her words were considered inspirational in the community.
I decided not to disturb her. Leaning against the large pillow, I casually picked up a magazine from the bedside table and started flipping through it.
Mom loved reading—art, relationships, even sports—she was interested in everything. She once told me that she
had two worlds in her heart: one was her own little space, and the other was me, and I was the place in her heart that
was much larger than either of them.
As I gradually became engrossed in the articles in the magazine, a soft body leaned against me. "What are you looking at?"
Mom asked.
"Hehe, just browsing. Mom has great taste, these are all good articles," I said thoughtfully. "
Hehe, not really. By the way, Xiaobai, I've prepared the things for the tomb sweeping. Let's go see your dad early tomorrow
," Mom said, leaning against me.
"Okay, I understand. It's a pity... um, Lanlan can't come along." After a few hours of adjustment, I
was able to remain calm.
My mother hesitated and said, "It's alright, you know, she... um... Xiaobai, in my
eyes, she's always been an outsider."
At this moment, what could I do but smile bitterly to myself? She really was an outsider. Sigh...
My mother leaned against me, watching me read, her eyes filled with a hint of intoxication and spring-like desire. Her hand
went around my waist from the front, hugging me, and she turned to the side, kissing my neck. Accompanied by a soft nasal
sound, my mother kissed my neck and cheek. I put the book aside and quietly enjoyed my mother's tenderness.
After a while, my mother's movements gradually became more intense, from gentle kisses to licking kisses.
My mother's tongue roamed over my neck and would also stick out her tongue to lick my cheeks back and forth.
My mother especially liked to kiss me; it was a habit I had maintained since we had sex. In my mother's mind
, kissing was the most intimate way to express love.
My mother's hands lifted my bathrobe, revealing my naked upper body. After losing weight during university, I persisted
in physical exercise and once had an enviable physique. With the development of work and increased social engagements,
opportunities to exercise became increasingly rare. My former six-pack abs were now only vaguely visible,
and my chest muscles were no longer as bulging as before. Although I wasn't as fit as I used to be, my physique was still acceptable. My mother's
tongue slowly licked my chest, her hands untying the bathrobe's belt and pulling it off completely,
then stroking my thighs.
I felt my nipples being sucked by my mother; her tongue was very skillful, kneading, squeezing, tapping, and pressing—
I was quite impressed. "Mom, you're licking me so well," I said, stroking my mother's freshly washed, smooth
hair.
My mother looked up. "Then don't make a sound, Mom will take good care of you." After saying that, she bent her tongue down
and licked around my navel, while her hands caressed my inner thighs and grasped
my scrotum. She gently played with it.
I felt my penis slowly becoming engorged and larger, and my body began to heat up.
"Mom, let me lie down." I removed the pillow behind me and lay flat on my back, spreading my legs to
accommodate her movements. One of her hands massaged around my genitals, while the other held my erect
penis, stroking it up and down. Her rhythm was perfect; the massage soothed my lower body, and the gentle
, measured movements allowed my penis to slowly find its rhythm and reach maximum hardness.
Actually, it wasn't necessarily because her technique was particularly skillful. What I understood was "love
. " People call sexual intercourse between men and women "making love." Making love, as the name suggests, is inseparable from love
; purely for the release of desire cannot reach the source of true pleasure. In my mother's actions and expressions,
I could feel her love.
Seeing that my penis was almost ready, my mother patted my chest and said, "Xiaobai, stand up
." I propped myself up and stood up. My thick, long penis stood erect, the glans like a ripe
plum, purplish-red, hard and erect in the air. Dark scrotum hung below, and two
heavy testicles were clearly visible. My penis, when fully erect, can reach 16 centimeters, not
as exaggerated as in pornographic novels, but I'm quite satisfied with this size.
My mother knelt before me, holding my penis in her hand, glancing up at me, "Son...
son's penis is so majestic." A strong sense of lust spread across her face. Kneeling to give me oral sex has become a habit of my mother's,
and I enjoy it. As a man, I naturally have a desire to conquer women, to have the woman beneath me
completely submit to me. This desire still exists even with my mother.
And my mother is a woman with mild BDSM tendencies, which I gradually discovered during our sexual encounters
. My mother really likes kneeling to give me oral sex; in her words, it makes her feel completely mine at that moment
.
After licking my penis back and forth with her tongue for a while, Mom slowly took my purplish-red glans into
her mouth. Her tongue teased my glans and urethral opening, while her hands cupped and rubbed my testicles. I
stood there enjoying Mom's service, closing my eyes and feeling the pleasure of her tongue.
Gradually, Mom swallowed my penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, her head swaying back and forth, swallowing
and releasing my penis. The speed also increased. Mom had been stroking it in her mouth for over a hundred times, and she was already panting
, her forehead covered in sweat, and the speed of her stroking gradually slowed down. Having not had sex for over a month
, I actually felt a faint urge to ejaculate under Mom's diligent service.
"Mom, let's stop for now. Let's rest for a while," I said gently, pulling my penis out of Mom's mouth and leaning down
.
Mom hummed in agreement, then hugged my chest again and snuggled closer.
I hugged my mother and laughed, saying, "Mom, you just licked me so hard I almost came." My left hand went to
the belt of her bathrobe and untied it, while my right hand pulled it off from behind and tossed it aside.
"Mom, stand up, let me see you."
"What's there to see? It's been so many years." Despite saying that, my mother still stood up, leaving my embrace
.
My mother, now 50, no longer had the figure of a young woman. She had excess fat around her waist, and her breasts were no longer perky
, but hung like sacks around her chest. Her nipples were somewhat dark, but the areolas weren't
very dark, spreading evenly around them. At this age, a woman's skin has basically lost
its elasticity, and the flesh on her waist and buttocks is somewhat loose. My mother's buttocks are one of my favorite parts. Although they are no longer
as perky as they were in her youth, they are still quite full and slightly elastic.
"Mom, turn around, let me see your big buttocks." I pulled my mother's body to turn around. My
hands touched my mother's buttocks; the soft flesh felt wonderful to the touch. I gently patted them twice, causing a
ripple to spread across her skin.
"Good son, you can hit me harder..." my mother said very softly. But these words were a
clear signal that she was already quite aroused. My mother liked me to do some light SM with her; I
hadn't tried anything more intense, and of course, I wouldn't try those things on her.
"Hehe, Mom, what do you want me to do?" I hugged my naked mother, pinning her beneath me, and
asked softly.
"Hit me, hit me, hit me harder, hit my butt..." my mother's face flushed, her voice urgent.
I got up, rolled my mother over, and made her lie face down on the bed. Kneading my mother's large buttocks with both hands,
I suddenly raised my right hand and slapped it down with force. A crisp "smack...smack..." echoed from my
slap. My mother buried her head in the sheets, making no sound, but her body
trembled slightly under my slaps . Her large buttocks were red from the blows.
After about twenty slaps, I rubbed my semi-erect penis against her plump buttocks.
The red buttocks, highlighted by my glans, looked even more lewd. My mother clearly couldn't handle the stimulation. "
Ah... um... good son..." she cried, her voice rising in pitch
.
I rolled her over, spread her legs, and brought my
breath close to her vulva, warming the thick pubic hair. Her thick labia were slightly dark and turned outwards, a true butterfly vulva
. The dense pubic hair formed an inverted triangle over her vulva, making it even more
alluring. I reached out my right hand and slightly parted her labia, revealing the deep red flesh inside. I
took a deep breath, the unique scent of my mother's genitals wafting towards me.
Older women, due to the frequency of sexual activity, often have an unpleasant odor from their genitals. Because of my father
's early death, although I later had a relationship with my mother, she limited the frequency considering my age
until I entered university, but even then, I didn't spend much time with her. Therefore, my mother didn't actually
have a normal sex life like most women. Consequently, my mother's genitals didn't have an unpleasant odor, only
the sensual, slightly fishy smell of a mature woman. I smelled my mother's scent and
stuck out my tongue, slowly licking the entrance of her vulva.
Although my 50-year-old mother hadn't reached menopause, she still needed sufficient lubrication for sex.
After a few light licks, I bit down on her vulva, captivated by it, frantically nibbling at it. My mother
pressed her hands against my head, calling out, "Ah...so good...good son, hurry...eat your mother's cunt
..."
Her cunt was overflowing with vaginal fluid, which flowed into my mouth as I sucked and licked,
only to be swallowed whole. I raised my head and brought my tongue, still carrying the taste of her vaginal fluid, to her lips.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, extended her tongue, and we embraced tightly, our lips and tongues meeting, conveying our
love.
After a long while, our lips parted. My mother looked at me tenderly and whispered, "Son, call me." I
put my hands behind her back, my fingers sliding back and forth between her buttocks: "Wife, I want to fuck your cunt." Whenever we
made love, when my mother heard me call her "wife," she would involuntarily reach orgasm with each thrust.
Under my gentle caresses and teasing, Mom couldn't help but let out wanton moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes slowly opened, gazing at me, naked, embracing her,
gently caressing her, her eyes filled with love. A faint smile appeared on her face, an expression that, to me
, was extremely alluring.
My already rock-hard penis, pressed against Mom's body, rubbed
against her labia a few times before slowly inserting the glans into her vagina. Feeling my hardness, Mom bent her legs and clamped them around my waist
. We began in the most traditional position.
Mom's vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, nor as wet as a mature woman's. But my thrusting had a unique
charm; this was the place of my birth, the place that brought me into this world. And now my penis was inside her.
I was showing off, expressing my gratitude in the most primal way.
Between my mother's legs, in that thick, dark forest, my hard, thick, dark
penis was clearly visible, thrusting forcefully and relentlessly with each back-and-forth sway of my hips. A
satisfied, lewd smile played on my lips as my hard, thick penis powerfully thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, seemingly with a
sense of conquering pleasure, watching with satisfaction as my mother moaned beneath me, "Ah...ah...um...husband,
fuck...fuck me..."
I held my mother's waist, pounding hard against her vagina and cervix with each thrust, while my other hand
roughly kneaded her breasts. My mother's breasts changed shape at will in my hands. Gradually, her eyes
rolled back, and the restraint she had maintained in suppressing loud moans began to crumble. Her mouth opened, emitting
incoherent cries of "...ah...ah...oh...ah!...fuck...me..."
Her body began to flush; I knew this was the prelude to her orgasm.
I picked her up, and my thick penis thrust deeply into the depths of her vagina. I pumped and jerked vigorously
. Suddenly, my mother let out a loud moan, a sound that was both joy and a cry. Her expression
was dazed yet filled with intense satisfaction. Her hair swayed wildly with each thrust, and
her small mouth, like a fish out of water, gasped and moaned incessantly.
"Mom...go all out and have your climax...trust me, I can give you it!...I love you!..." "...
Ah!...I know you're good to me!...Oh my god...you're so amazing...yes...right here...son
...deeper!!...ah!...ah?...don't be too hard...please...I can't take it
...the pleasure comes so fast...I want more...um...ah?ahhhhhhh!!!!..." "Mom, I'm
going to shoot inside your pussy, ah..." I shouted, thrusting my penis rapidly.
"...Ah!...shoot...Mom lets you hold your son..."
My face turned excited and forceful. He thrust hard, deeply inserting his thick penis into
the deepest part of my mother's vagina, relentlessly ejaculating semen at the cervix. Her whole body convulsed and
trembled uncontrollably until she fully enjoyed the pleasure and ecstasy of ejaculation, then she pulled her penis out forcefully
.
From my mother's still-open vagina,
a mixture of thick, yellow semen and vaginal fluid was flowing out in large quantities, quickly spreading across the bed.
I smiled contentedly and leaned down to gently kiss my mother, who was still breathing softly with her eyes closed.
"Mom, how is it? Does it feel good?" I asked softly.
"So much...it feels so good, like I'm going to heaven. Good son, Mom loves you!" My mother opened her
eyes, filled with desire, and looked at me lovingly.
Then, she slowly sat up, pulled a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped her flushed vulva from my penetration.
"Mom, what you just said, is it true?" I asked, leaning against the headboard.
Mom threw the tissue into the trash can and replied, "You've been married for years, but you don't have any children.
I've been thinking about having a baby so they can keep me company. I... I can still have children, but ultimately it's impossible
."
"Mom, you... don't think too much... I'll definitely give you a grandson, it should... it should be soon, right?" I was
deeply moved; Mom was even willing to have a child for me!
Mom turned around and hugged my neck. "Xiaobai, this time when you came back, I could tell you had something on your mind,
and it was quite unusual. Since you didn't want to tell me, I won't ask you anything more. But you have to tell Mom that
you can definitely handle it, right?"
I was shocked. So Mom had already seen through me. How ridiculous that I thought I was hiding it so well, thinking I wouldn't
cause her any trouble. I shook my head, clearing my mind, and looked into her eyes. "Mom, believe me,
I'm as strong as you."
"Yes, my own son, I know!" Mom kissed me on the lips.
I pulled my mother closer, lay down, and let her sit on me, saying, "Mom, let me serve you!"
Mom understood what I meant, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. She stood up, her back to me,
legs spread on either side of my head, slowly lowered herself, spread her thighs with her hands, and sat on my
head, saying excitedly, "Husband...husband, suck my ass."
Mom's anus was right above my nose, surrounded by dark brown folds and messy anal
hairs. I touched Mom's anus with my tongue and then scraped back and forth.
The anus seemed to be a shared G-spot for both of us; we both enjoyed the stimulation
. Mom enjoyed my tongue, and leaned down, running her fingers around my anus. Her left hand
was dipped in her own vaginal fluid, mixed with her saliva, while her right fingers squeezed my anus.
My lower body trembled slightly; Mom's stimulation was just right.
With both hands, I helped to further separate my mother's large buttocks, slowly inserting my fingers inside, while my tongue
licked back and forth incessantly. Feeling the swelling in my rear, I knew my mother's fingers were inside,
inserted into my anus. I let out a long breath, a groan escaping my throat uncontrollably
. Hearing my groan, my mother's fingers inside my anus quickened their pace, while her middle finger also parted
my back door and squeezed in. Enjoying the service of my mother's two fingers, I could only lick my mother's genitals even more frantically
, so that I wouldn't make too much noise.
The mother and son on the bed, in a 69 position, were servicing each other's anuses, their bodies
trembling incessantly. Finally, I surrendered first, picking up my mother with both hands, standing up, and bringing my somewhat limp
penis to my mother's mouth. My mother swallowed it whole and quickly began to masturbate me. At this moment, lust was high
, and my penis became erect quickly. Its 16-centimeter length was almost too much for my mother to handle; drool dripped from her mouth
.
I picked her up, made her lie face down, raised my hand, and slapped her buttocks. "You slut, hurry up..."
"Up in the ass!"
For a long time, Mom disliked me calling her that, so I rarely used that term. It wasn't until her
vagina, which was gradually loosening, could no longer satisfy me and she agreed to anal sex that each time I touched her G-
spot, the crude words I uttered gave her maximum satisfaction.
Mom obediently stuck out her sexy, large ass, and cried out in a somewhat seductive tone, "You slut, I want my son to fuck...fuck
me to death." I raised my large penis, aimed it at Mom's anus, and used the glans to squeeze her rectum before inserting it. Compared to
her vagina, Mom's anus was much tighter and incredibly warm. The glans enjoyed the pleasure of the narrow passage within Mom's rectum
.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, my ass feels so...comfortable. Husband, fuck me, fuck my...slutty...anus
..." Mom was far more aroused than before during anal sex.
Feeling the warmth in her anus, I slowly sped up, my thick cock
thrusting in and out of my mother's anus. My mother felt an unprecedented fullness and couldn't help but start moaning, "Ah...oh...oh...ah...ah
...oh..."
I looked at my mother, seeing her rarely seen wanton state, and said, "Mom! Are you enjoying this?"
My mother gasped, "Big...so big...your...your is so big...ah...oh...it's...it's inside my anus...
so comfortable...so good...oh...it's hitting...it's hitting...it's killing me...ah...I'm dying...ah ah ah..."
"Mom, call me...husband, ah..."
My mother swayed her hips, "Dear...dear husband...quick...quickly give...me...I want...I want a big cock...husband...fuck...
fuck..."
Ah, these games that I didn't usually play, I used with the intense thrusting.
The stimulation of my mother's anus and her words made me lose control, and my cock thrusting in and out of my mother's anus faster and faster. Two heavy
testicles slammed onto Mom's plump buttocks with each thrust.
Mom's hands could no longer support her body; she clung to the bed, enjoying the rapid, powerful
thrusts of my penis. Her body trembled uncontrollably; Mom had another orgasm. Mom's body spasmed even more violently,
her buttocks and thighs shaking incessantly. "...Uh...ah...ah..." Mom's words were somewhat
incoherent, making it difficult to understand what she was saying.
After Mom recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, I resumed thrusting into her anus. The warm, moist anus
quickly became too much for me to handle.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm..." Occasionally, sounds would escape from Mom's mouth beneath me. The distorted sounds vaguely
indicated pain.
"Ah...Mom, I'm going to cum again...Mom...ah..." I thrust a few more times with all my might, pulled out my
rock-hard penis, turned Mom over, and inserted it into her mouth, starting to thrust. My mother was very cooperative
, even stroking her own head.
"Ah...ah..." With my cries, thick streams of semen spurted from my penis. My mother's mouth
enveloped my penis, receiving the essence gushing from my trembling shaft. Soon, white fluid
overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the sheets.
After ejaculating, I slowly withdrew my now somewhat softened penis. My mother's mouth was full of my semen.
She glanced at me, slightly opening her mouth to let me see the thick white fluid inside. With a swallow, she
gently wiped her mouth, smiled at me, and said, "Son's stuff, quite
delicious."
My mother and I were both drenched in sweat; this lovemaking had almost drained both of our strength. My mother nestled
in my arms and said, "I feel so happy. Every time I do this with you, I feel so happy. My good son
, I'm so glad to have you in my life!"
I stroked her soft breasts and comforted her, "What are you saying, Mom?
There are many good days ahead. Be content now! I will make you even more content and happier in the future!"
"Mmm, mmm..." My mother confided in me like a lover. And I did my best
to please her. With my comforting touch, my mother fell into a deep sleep. Looking at my mother's face, I thought about my own
life and suddenly felt a ray of light pierce through the gloom. Life is a journey, and I am only at a
small station now. The scenery in the distance is still waiting for me!
Postscript: My mother placed yellow chrysanthemums in front of my father's grave and stood there for a long time. She lowered her head, and I didn't know
what she was thinking. I stayed with my mother until four o'clock in the afternoon. Two people who loved each other most deeply remained silent for a long time in the cold air
.
By our mid-twenties, I think everyone has experienced the pain of loss and separation—the loss of loved ones, dearest friends, their voices and smiles,
never to be seen again in this lifetime. This ultimate sorrow and helplessness can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it. Yet, in every brightly
lit metropolis, there is a sadness you cannot see. Ultimately, before such immense grief, words seem
so pale and powerless. Father, I hope you are doing well in heaven. Occasionally, you might peek down from the clouds
at us on earth, like a swarm of ants, bustling about, struggling and preoccupied.
Compared to the pain of losing life, all the setbacks I've encountered are insignificant. As long as I live peacefully,
I can still pursue what I want. Everything will pass, won't it?

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