Mother's kiss

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Mother's Kiss

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On your eighteenth birthday, I really wanted to give you a very special birthday present, my mother said to me. It was evening, and my mother and I were both in the kitchen, but I didn't know what to give you.

Ah, of course I could think of a birthday present that I really wanted my mother to give me, but I wasn't stupid enough to just tell her directly.

To be honest, even when I only had a vague concept of sex, I started to fantasize about my mother's mature body day and night. In these fantasies, I had intertwined with my beautiful, mature mother thousands of times, while I was caressing, loving, and kissing every part of her body, and at the same time, I was spraying my semen everywhere from intense masturbation.

To be honest, my mother is not the kind of woman who would give you all sorts of lewd thoughts the moment you see her. Her hair color started to fade slightly earlier than I imagined. She is 45 years old this year, and quite a bit of her hair is already gray. However, her skin is still very smooth, and her fair skin has a slight reddish tinge. She had large, brown eyes and stood 5 feet 7 inches tall. To some, her figure might be considered slightly plump. She didn't have the so-called alluring breasts, perfectly proportioned ankles, or a sexy, pert bottom.

But her breasts were full, and her hips were wide, which made her hips look comfortable. Her legs, though somewhat overly full, were very beautiful, especially her thighs. She often wore short loungewear, and when sitting, she was quite casual. When she crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt would ride up to her thighs, revealing her beautiful thighs and hips.

In short, her figure gave you a very harmonious and comfortable feeling, despite her slightly protruding belly.

But to me, she was the most beautiful in my eyes, my favorite. "

Eighteen is a special day in your life, you should have a gift you especially want," Mom continued. "Yes, Mom, my dear Mom, what I want most is a tight hug from you, a kiss from you."

"Ha, whenever you want those, Mom can give them to you," Mom said with a smile.

But Mom, you know, I'm going to be a man now, so what I want isn't, well, not just a mother's kiss, but a woman's kiss. Yes, a lot of mothers want to be women too, Mom joked. But Mom, what I really want is a kiss from you, you know what I mean.

Hmm, I'm not so sure.

Hmm, okay, but I think you said you wanted to give me the gift I want most. You weren't just joking with me all along, were you? Stop it! Mom protested, of course I wasn't joking, but you, you weren't joking, um, I meant that kiss. Mom, of course I wasn't joking, I really want a real kiss from my beautiful mother, a kiss from a man and a woman.

Of course, compared to the thousands of times I've done what I imagine my mother has done, this is the least sexually suggestive thing, but, after all, to do anything, you always have to find a starting point. "Stop it, Mom," Mom said, still smiling, but this time, I felt a little embarrassed. "Mom, I'm really not joking. But if you really feel a little... well, just forget about it. Just buy me a pair of socks, or some underwear or something." "

Don't say that," Mom patted my cheek. "I really want you to feel like this is a special birthday." "You've really thought it through, haven't you?" "Of course, Mom, a real kiss from you means so much more to me than just a kiss." Mom laughed again, but this time, she seemed a little flustered. After all this talk, I knew she still wasn't sure if I was serious. "Mom, you know, holding her hand, I'm almost an adult. In a few weeks, I'll graduate high school. Who knows where I'll be in a few years?

To me, you're the woman I cherish most in this world. Is it too much to ask for a genuine kiss from such a woman?"

Mom became serious, looking at me with a gentle gaze. "To be honest, you really want it? I couldn't want it more, Mom. It's the gift I've been longing for." Then, Mom seemed a little flustered. "Since you say so, when do you want this gift?" (My birthday is less than a week away.) "We can practice now. I think that way you'll know how much I want it."

I smiled at Mom. Mom smiled, her face already blushing shyly, looking exceptionally beautiful. "I think you just want a kiss, right?" "Oh, Mom, look how much you've worried about me. I just don't have that experience yet. Maybe you'll need some time to adjust, but I think you want the same thing as me, just like me, don't you?"

Mom smiled again; she was truly immersed in the game. I don't know where this dangerous game will lead us, but you know, speaking to Mom in this tone gives me a completely new and exciting feeling.

"You little rascal," Mom said, "but I think I'm a bit out of control too." She stared at me for a moment and said, "Okay, big boy, let's do it." She took a few steps closer to me, and I reached out and put my arm around her. Then, she hooked her soft arms around my neck, lifted her head, and as I lowered my head, she closed her eyes… Kissing her like that felt so warm and sweet, though she seemed a little numb, and her beautiful lips were tightly closed. "

Mom, it feels so good, but I feel like this is still a bit like a mother's kiss. I think it would be better if you could relax a little more, make it softer, and make it a little longer. Mom, let's try it again, okay?" How could I let you do this to me? Mom muttered something under her breath, then shrugged, as if to say, "Whatever, it's already like this." She looked up at me again, this time her lips were much softer and slightly parted. Her warm, soft body pressed against mine. My penis was already erect, pressing against her lower abdomen.

Oh my god, she must have noticed! And her full breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. This continued, as if Mom was trying to prove her sincerity, as if waiting for me to initiate the kiss. But I didn't want to. I felt my heart pounding, excitement and pleasure making me dizzy. I had kissed some girls at school before, but this one, oh my god, had never been as wonderful as today. Finally, I felt her almost reluctantly, Mom slowly pulled away from my embrace. She was a little breathless, and so was I.

Oh, this should be a man's kiss, right? Ah, Mom, one more time, please? I pulled her into my arms again. She struggled weakly, protesting, turning her head away to prevent me from kissing her. "It's unfair! You're lying! You're lying!" she cried, but at the same time, she laughed happily. Gradually, she calmed down and pressed her soft, beautiful body against mine again, hooking her arms around my neck. "Okay, you little glutton," she said, giving me another sweet kiss.

This time, she quickly broke free from my embrace. Of course, to me, I felt she wasn't doing it on purpose. A little embarrassed, her face flushed, but she still smiled.

That evening, seeing she was alone in the kitchen, I went over, somewhat roughly grabbed her, and gave her a very passionate kiss on the lips. At first, she struggled a few times, then relaxed, opening her beautiful lips to respond. But this time, she quickly broke free, looking at me tenderly, and said, "Goodnight, big boy."

The next afternoon, I rushed home from school. This time, I was much more polite. "Try it again, Mom," I asked her.

"When you say 'just once,' I don't know if I should believe you," Mom smiled and said, "Of course." She nestled into my arms again and gave me a wonderfully gentle kiss, this time lasting much longer. Her arms were against my neck, her soft breasts against my chest, and her lower abdomen pressed against my penis—it felt absolutely wonderful, incomparable. Finally, Mom tilted her head back, her arms still around my neck, and said, "These kisses are starting to get more and more real." Real? I find that very interesting, don't I?

Mom looked at me for a long time and replied, "Yes, darling, I haven't kissed like that since my honeymoon." Then she met my lips again… As time went on, these kisses evolved into a series of warmer, longer, more passionate kisses. When we embraced in a very adult way, these kisses could last for five minutes. Mom's kisses had completely become a woman's kiss for a man. In fact, I started to fear that my engorged penis would burst out of my pants.

I was sure she could feel its throbbing and the pressure of it against her abdomen. If it weren't for one thing I was worried about, I would have been in heaven; I felt I might ejaculate on the spot from the stimulation. On the other hand, I also noticed that Mom was trembling and breathing heavily.

Finally, Mom decided to push us apart and said, "I think we've practiced enough today. If we don't stop, I think our lips will be too sore to kiss before your birthday!" Thank you, my dear Mom, but will I really be able to wait until that day? Hearing this, Mom just smiled, the kind of smile that was a little awkward, and then went on to prepare dinner for us. Soon, everyone else in the family came home, and that was it for me that day.

The next day, around the same time as yesterday, I returned home. My mother was alone in the kitchen. This time, I went straight over, put my arms around her waist, and pressed my lower back against her soft, plump buttocks. Then, I began to gently kiss her beautiful neck, occasionally moving my lips to her face. My mother shook her head, chuckling softly, and said, "Oh, here we go again, you rude fellow."

She didn't stop what she was doing, so I continued to hold her, occasionally planting a kiss on her neck or face. This time, she didn't try to stop me. My penis was already hard and inserted into her buttocks. Finally, I started gently biting her earlobe. Oh, it tickled! Mom couldn't help but cry out. She finally turned around, hooked her hand around my head, and stood on tiptoe towards me. "Do you want Mom to practice with you again?" she whispered. This time, Mom and I kissed for several minutes, so tenderly and lovingly. Then, we heard someone coming, so we quickly broke our embrace. I quickly sat down to avoid my sister noticing my erect penis.

For the rest of the afternoon, Dad, my sister, and my brother kept appearing in front of me, and Mom and I didn't have any more opportunities. The following day, aside from a quick farewell kiss, I didn't get a real chance. I spent the entire day wandering around, filled with desire and frustration, hoping to create one or two opportunities. At first, I thought Mom was oblivious to my eagerness, but when I saw her looking at me with amusement and winking, I realized she at least sympathized with my situation. I also hoped she felt the same way.

The next evening, everyone else in the family went to bed according to their normal routines, while Mom told them she wanted to read a book. I always went to bed later than the others, so I thought this might be my golden opportunity.

When I thought everyone else was asleep, I quietly approached Mom. She was sitting at one end of the sofa, so I sat on the armrest, turned around so I could face her, and then lowered my head to kiss her. This time, neither of us spoke; Mom simply leaned her head back against the sofa, waiting for me to kiss her. She had her eyes closed, but sitting in my seat, I could see inside her blouse—the upper part of Mom's soft, beautiful breasts.

As I wrapped my arms around her, I gently brushed against one of her breasts, and Mom trembled slightly. We remained locked in a warm kiss. Our necks intertwined, our emotions growing more intense. I moved down from the armrest and sat on Mom's lap, our mouths opening wider and wider. Finally, I felt her tongue and began to respond passionately.

Soon, our tongues were locked together, saliva dripping down our faces. Quickly, our mouths and chins were wet. At that moment, I felt bolder than usual—I guess it was instinct. I slowly reached out, wanting to caress her breasts. I think she must have known my intentions, but maybe not. I made a mistake; I acted too quickly, consciously grabbing Mom's soft breasts in one go.

Mom immediately pushed me away, struggled to her feet, and told me she should go to sleep. I stammered an apology, but she ignored me and went straight upstairs. I was left alone, cursing my foolish impulse, and wondering if I'd ruined everything I'd worked so hard to build. I barely slept that night.

The next day was the day before my birthday. My mother woke me up warmly in the morning and even kissed me, which made me feel much better. I was about to apologize for what I'd done the night before, but she just put her index finger to my lips and gave me another gentle kiss.

I walked into the classroom more easily and forced myself to stay awake through all the classes. But after dinner, I was extremely tired and fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, everyone else had already gone to bed except for my mother. She was sitting at the dining table, clearly writing a letter.

As I looked at her, she turned to face me, her legs crossed, her skirt lifted high, revealing one of her beautiful thighs all the way to her buttocks from my position. After admiring the beautiful view through the two doors for a while, I stood up and walked towards her. She smiled warmly at me and said, "I've been waiting for you to get up, you sleepyhead."

I knelt beside her chair, tentatively leaning forward. My mother's response was as passionate as ever. With kiss after kiss, I slowly moved closer to her until I rested my hand on her leg that was crossed over her other leg. When I put my arms around her waist, our movement pushed her skirt up even higher—this time, I swear it wasn't intentional. Before me lay my mother's incredibly smooth, incredibly soft, naked legs.

Our kiss quickly became as intense as yesterday's. When my mother gently bit my lips, exchanging sweet saliva with me, her passion was indescribable. Finally, when we paused to breathe, my mother took out a handkerchief to wipe our mouths. Her skirt was now lifted high, even somewhat indecent, but she didn't think to pull it down.

I don't think I learned anything from last night's lesson, because I found myself instinctively leaning down to kiss her bare knees. At that moment, Mom put one of her hands on my head, not pushing me away, but rather as if encouraging me. I was terrified at that moment, and I started kissing Mom's thighs, moving upwards.

The skin I touched was pleasantly smooth, incredibly soft yet firm. After a while, I placed my right hand on Mom's thigh, continuing to kiss her without pause. Then, my hand slowly moved to the upper part of her thigh, actually grasping her buttocks. My kisses had moved to the high-lifted hem of her skirt, pushing it even higher. I felt like I was in heaven! I was kissing the beautiful legs of my dream, legs I could never have. I loved how she exposed them to me; I wanted to look at them forever, to see their radiant beauty. Being

able to kiss them felt like a dream, an unbelievable dream, and in fact… Darling, Mom cupped my face in her hands and whispered, "Tomorrow is your birthday, a very important day for you. I think we should stop here for today. Tomorrow I'll watch you receive the gift you most desire, but now, I think it's time for us to sleep."

Reluctantly, I let her leave my embrace, giving her another tender kiss to wish her goodnight. That night, I drifted off to sleep with the wonderful sensation of my mother's gentle thighs on my lips—the best dream of my life.

Finally, the most important day arrived. It happened to be a Saturday, and of course, everyone in the family was home. My family doesn't place much importance on birthdays, so we just cut a cake at lunchtime, and they gave me two small gifts. But I wasn't particularly excited because I didn't know if I'd get a chance to be alone with my mother. However, I didn't really need to worry about that.

Mom had already made all the arrangements. She persuaded Dad to take the family to see a movie that afternoon. I've forgotten the movie's name, but it was definitely a good one. Everyone wanted to see it. In fact, I had already seen the movie, and because of my special position as the eldest son in the family, I didn't often go out with the rest of the family.

Of course, Mom initially wanted to see the movie too, but just as she was about to leave, she suddenly said she wasn't feeling well and it would be best to stay home. However, she felt Dad should take them out.

Finally, I saw Mom give Dad some money, asking him to take my siblings out for dinner after the movie, saying she didn't want to cook.

Mom stood at the window watching other people drive away, then turned to me, gave me a kiss, and told me she'd be back soon. Then she went upstairs. I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do. I felt Mom had arranged for us to be alone together, but then I wondered if she really wasn't feeling well, and if she wanted me to go to her bedroom.

My thoughts raced. I thought Mom might be ready to do *that* with me, but what if I was wrong? I didn't want that. If I messed up, I might lose everything I had now… I grabbed a Coke and sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do. Just as I was struggling to solve this puzzle, Mom came downstairs without me noticing. Suddenly, I looked up and saw her standing in front of me, wearing a knee-length cotton nightgown, the fabric very thin.

As she passed through the window, sunlight filtered through the fabric, and although it wasn't very clear, I felt it was enough for me to tell that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Then Mom was standing in front of me, while I was still sitting there dumbfounded in the kitchen chair. She leaned over me and kissed me deeply and tenderly, whispering, "Happy birthday, my darling. Your gift is all ready."

I remained seated, my arms wrapped around her hips. Mom extended her tongue and gently licked my lips. I responded in kind, "Mmm, tastes good," Mom murmured softly. Mom and I embraced, our tongues intertwined, kissing incessantly. I moved my hands to Mom's bare knees, gently caressing them, then slowly moved them up her bare thighs under her nightgown. She didn't stop my bold actions; on the contrary, our kisses grew more urgent.

Finally, my hand reached its target. As I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear. I gently caressed and kneaded her smooth buttocks, then slowly moved my other hand up, gently brushing her pubic hair.

Then she fumbled around in front of her robe, and in no time, it was completely open. She held my head, pressing it against her soft, full breasts. Like a child, I nestled against her chest, feeling her soft, smooth, and elastic touch. She then guided me to one breast, placing her firm nipple in my mouth.

At the same time, my hands roamed pleasurably over her buttocks and vulva. She spread her legs wide, revealing her mons pubis to me without any covering. I then began to caress her already moist labia and tried to insert a finger. She thrust her lower body towards me, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper into her flesh. I began to finger her, while Mom pressed her genitals harder against my hand.

After a while, Mom began to writhe wildly in my hand, thrusting her body in and out of my hand, rubbing her clitoris harder and harder. Then, Mom reached her orgasm on my finger; her orgasm was beautiful, accompanied by her moans and the undulations of her beautiful body. Ah, darling, ah… ah… darling… the walls of her vagina spasmed and tightened around my finger.

A few more minutes passed, and as Mom's rapid breathing began to ease, she said to me in a slightly rougher voice, "But I haven't given you your gift yet. Come and hug Mom, carry Mom to your room. Mom is your gift today. Haven't you always wanted this gift from Mom?"

Mom, for me, there is nothing more certain than this in the world! I think this is probably the best gift any boy in the world could ever receive, I shouted. Then, Mom and I went upstairs together. As she went up, I gently lifted her nightgown so I could see her every move as she went up. Mom kept giggling at me.

Once in my room, I wasted no time, pulling open Mom's robe to reveal her beautiful body. In my haste, I even tore it slightly. Mom was busy helping me take off my shirt and pants. When I was down to my underwear, Mom asked me to wait while she took them off.

She knelt down and slowly pulled down my underwear. Mom watched as my large, erect penis, stretched to its limit, slowly emerged from the underwear. When it finally sprang free, Mom laughed. "Ha, finally free! My beautiful little thing! Now I can make it do more than when I'm kissing you!" she said, holding my penis in her hand and kissing its head, occasionally gently biting the glans with her teeth.

Then, Mom jumped onto my bed, spread her legs wide apart, and said, "Come on, your gift is ready for you. Come and get it, darling, while it's still warm..." I couldn't wait any longer, but I stood by my bed for a few more minutes so that my eyes could fully enjoy the beauty laid out before me.

There was my mother. Her erect nipples were slightly dark, her breasts were firm and standing upright, her snow-white and full thighs were spread apart, and below her flat abdomen was her slightly raised triangle, covered with a thick black forest. Through my mother's forest, I could see that her labia were swollen and parted to the sides, showing me her delicate little hole inside. The delicate little hole that I had longed for was now like a blooming rose in front of me. Below the flower was my mother's tightly closed anus, and below that was a thin slit in her buttocks caused by her legs being spread wide apart. At this moment, my mother was like a blooming flower, waiting for me to pick it and invade it.

I leaned over, letting my mother's eager hand grasp my penis, guiding it to her wet opening. "Come on, take Mommy," she whispered encouragingly... I slowly thrust my hips, letting my penis slowly penetrate my mother's wet, hungry, tender opening inch by inch, until it reached the very depths of her opening, my testicles pressing against her soft buttocks. My mother's opening was so hot, almost scalding my deeply penetrating penis. This feeling was something I had never experienced before; it was simply wonderful.

I remained motionless for several minutes, carefully savoring the pleasure my mother was giving me, enjoying the real pleasure of having my penis inserted into my mother's luscious, juicy vagina.

My adolescent dream had unbelievably become a reality. I had thus completed my rite of passage into adulthood by inserting my aggressive penis (that's what Mom always called my penis) into my mother's vagina! Ah, Mom, I love you, I really, really love you. At this moment, I am filled with gratitude and sincere love for the woman lying beneath me, who has given the best gift that all mothers in the world can give to their sons—my dear woman, my mother.

Darling, I love you too. Come on, come on… Godmother… tell Mom how much you love Mom, fuck Mom!

At this moment, if I hadn't already dreamed of doing it with Mom so many times, I probably would have already ejaculated inside her. I began to slowly thrust in and out of Mom's beautiful body, first slowly pulling out from her tight, wet hole that gripped my penis, and then feeding it back to her. During the thrusting, I could feel every inch of her tight flesh. I brought my mouth to Mom's lips, and the mother and son began to kiss, like two secret lovers who had been in love for a long time, no longer the pure kiss between mother and son.

Yet at this moment, in my first intimate encounter with my mother, an encounter forbidden by society, I felt more strongly than ever before that I was her son. Yes, the person I was making love with was my lover, my dearest darling, but especially—my mother! My mother twisted her body, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, her hips moving back and forth like pistons, lifting and lowering her vagina. Beautiful moans began to escape her lips, enchanting me as I began to utter sounds of pleasure: "Mom, your vagina is so beautiful!"

Gradually, I began to thrust harder and faster, each time I inserted more forcefully than the last. When I was deep inside Mom's vagina, I would grind against her. Mom seemed to be one with me, using her waist and hips to give me perfect coordination. I didn't understand why I had endured it for so long. My penis felt like it was on fire, with a very stimulating burning sensation. I gripped Mom's firm buttocks tightly with one hand, while the other hand caressed Mom's breasts. Mom's hands were on my buttocks, guiding my thrusting movements.

Finally, we both seemed to sense the approaching climax simultaneously. I began my faster and more powerful movements, while Mom arched her lower abdomen to receive my thrusts. Suddenly, Mom let out a long "Ah... Darling... Godmother, fuck Mom harder, ah... Ahhh..." At the same time, I began to violently thrust into Mom's lower body, slamming her perfect, white buttocks hard onto the bed. Each time, she would lift up again, waiting for me to thrust into her again. I was really fucking her hard, and she happily welcomed each of my thrusts, and even asked for more.

My bed now made beautiful sounds in sync with my thrusts into Mom's overflowing, tender flesh. With each thrust, my testicles slapped against her beautiful buttocks. Mom had already raised her knees high so that my big cock could better penetrate her little hole.

I felt a tightness in my testicles, knowing I was about to climax. "Mom, I'm coming," I gasped. Mom was also breathing heavily, and her hips seemed to be dancing wildly beneath me, the frenzied rhythm unimaginable to me, given how beautiful her hips could be. Finally, my cannon fired, ejaculating my hot fluid into Mom's tight hole, scalding the inside of her body. Mom let out a long sigh from her nose, and then her body beneath me stiffened instantly, followed by intense trembling. Her body arched like a bow, lifting us both off the bed. For a while, Mom trembled, her rainbow-like body taut, the muscles of her vagina gripping my penis, spasming wildly on it. Mom and I reached climax together.

Then, Mom's body gradually relaxed, and we lay exhausted on the bed together. Mom's body was still wide open, her thighs spread apart, her beautiful breasts exposed on her chest, and her lips slightly parted below mine. I was still lying on top of Mom, but I was completely relaxed, though my penis remained hard, inserted into Mom's overflowing vagina. A large area under Mom's buttocks was wet with our love juices, and every now and then I felt a ripple in Mom's ripe body, the afterglow of her orgasm.

Gradually, I began to regain my senses. I felt a shock I had never experienced before. My life with my mother would never be the same again. Our relationship would no longer be the slightly provocative, nostalgic, and strangely shaped mother-son relationship we once shared, like a cocoon. This relationship had undergone a metamorphosis. My mother, my biological mother, had given her body to me and had personally inserted her son's incestuous penis into her vagina, moaning seductively during intercourse with her son, experiencing forbidden pleasure.

In my fantasies, our intimate union was already... But when this fantasy became reality, God, the pleasure was indescribable... I couldn't help but start caressing my mother's beautiful body. Her sensitive body trembled under my touch. Finally, my mother whispered to me, "Ah, darling, this is truly the most wonderful orgasm of my life!" Ah, I feel like I've never had an orgasm before, darling, you make Mom feel so beautiful. As she said this, I felt her vagina tighten around me again, and my body began to tremble with pleasure. To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever heard Mom speak to me like this, with such a vow-like tone. But I understood her, because what we had just done was so different from her usual life that she needed such a strong tone to express the emotions she felt at that moment.

Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Mom, I don't think I can find any words to tell you how much I love you! At this moment, my whole body and soul are immersed in boundless love for my beautiful mother, unable to extricate myself.

My mother lay beneath me, smiling happily, her body still trembling. Ah, look at your bed. I know my bed is covered in the love fluids left from our lovemaking. I don't know why, but we were just together, excitedly talking about meaningless things that I couldn't quite understand. I think we were just expressing our happiness. We laughed together. I lay on my mother's soft, fleshy body, and the laughter made my penis gently rub against her vagina again, and my penis became hard again.

Ah… um, I think this is good. We can clean the bed again, and then… um, prepare for our next time, and the time after that… ah… let’s stay in the same position and continue talking, talking about how we came together, how we came together, and how we made love in my bed.

When you first asked me to kiss you, I guessed what you wanted me to do, but as I let you kiss me again and again, I knew that I also wanted to make love to you. You know, I don’t feel guilty doing this. I just love you, love you, love you more than anyone else in this world. I think, including your sister and your brother, even your father, I really wanted to tell you all this in this way.

Mom, you might find it a little strange, but I love you as my mother more than ever before. Yes, your body fascinates me, and your buttocks are indeed intoxicating, but I still see you as the best mother a person can have.

We talked, kissed, and caressed each other. Before we knew it, we were making love again. This time, Mom rolled over and straddled me, so she was on top. Watching her thrust in and out of my penis was so intense it made my eyes pop out. It was an unforgettable sexual experience. Afterwards, we got up and had some snacks, then went back to bed and quickly made love again before the rest of the family arrived.

From then on, Mom became my lover. She constantly created opportunities for us to be alone, and sometimes we were incredibly bold. For example, there was a large closet downstairs, big enough for a person to walk through, right opposite the dining room door. Twice, when the rest of the family was still there, we hid inside, undressed, and made love standing up. Several times, late at night, when everyone else was asleep, we were together in the bathroom. I sat on the bathroom stool, and Mom straddled my lap. Sometimes, Mom would even come into my room in the middle of the night for a quick but very passionate sexual encounter.

However, we often had an afternoon just for the two of us. During these times, we would usually spend hours naked in bed, kissing, caressing, and sucking—ah, those blissful moments.

Whenever it was just Mom and me in the room, we would kiss, the wet kind of kiss. My hand would slip under Mom's clothes, exploring her vulva or grasping her breasts, while Mom would rub my penis through my pants. If it was safe, she would even unzip my pants… Actually, there were several times when we almost got caught by other people, but we always managed to get away with it. I think my sister had a little suspicion about us, but she never mentioned it to either of us.

I got into a university not far from home so I could continue living with my mother. After graduation, I found a good job at a local company. Finally, with my mother's encouragement, I started dating a girl who reminded me of her, and eventually married her. She was a wonderful woman, warm and lovely like my mother, and I loved her very much. In bed, she was as passionate as my mother, and her sweet, juicy body was as full and mature as my mother's—exactly the woman I had always imagined.

However, even during my courtship, my mother and I maintained an active romantic relationship. So much so that on the night before my wedding, I skipped my final bachelor party and instead spent the entire night making love with my mother. During my honeymoon with my wife, I had a lot of sex, but I still couldn't wait to return and had a secret sexual escapade with my mother. This went on for many years. Every few days, I would try to return to my mother's side, letting my body return to the vagina of the mother who gave birth to me. Of course, I also had a good sex life with my wife at the same time.

However, our sex life gradually cooled down, and finally, when Mom was in her sixties, we ended our sexual relationship. But we still talk about it often and still love each other deeply. Mom is no longer with me, but she left me with a beautiful memory for life.

This isn't just because of Mom's beautiful figure or her delightful skills as a lover—in both of which my wife can rival Mom—I think it's because naturally, there's one of the strongest human emotions between mother and child, and when this mother and child have a physical relationship that transcends ethical taboos, this union of spirit and flesh creates one of the strongest and most enduring relationships in the world. Thank you, dear Mom, for making my life so happy and so colorful.

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