A passionate night

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Beautiful women often like to present themselves as pure and chaste, making them seem unapproachable.

But when they meet someone they can rely on, they tear off their disguise; perhaps they become wanton, perhaps delicate, perhaps even more reserved…

My mother, Zhang Ruyan, can be considered a beautiful woman. Her voluptuous figure always arouses men; her luscious red lips make one want to embrace and kiss her passionately. It was this woman who always ignited my desire, making it difficult for me to control myself.

Since my father passed away two years ago, my mother's cheerful personality has gradually turned melancholic, and she rarely smiles. She used to laugh constantly when talking to people, but now she presents herself as an icy beauty. I see all this, and it pains me deeply. Why is this happening? I must help my mother pull herself together and not become a prisoner of sorrow.

Starting last year, I began relentlessly collecting information about my mother, such as what kind of clothes she liked, what kind of cosmetics she used, what kind of food she liked… Finally, three months ago, while gathering information in my mother's bedroom, I unexpectedly found a thong in her underwear drawer. This was alarming! I remembered seeing sexy pictures on some pornographic websites and reading in some erotic novels that said women with a lustful heart had a preference for thongs. Could my mother be like that?

So, I decided to change my information-gathering from collecting information about my mother to observing her, even spying on her. When I thought of this, my heart started pounding, and suddenly the word "incest" flashed into my mind. Oh God, how could I have such thoughts? It was so wrong of me. I silently cursed myself: Are you even human? She's your mother! How could you… to her? Forget it, I should just give up on this idea.

That night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, the thought of "incest" kept replaying in my mind. So I went to the living room to get a drink of water. It was already 1 a.m., and my mother was asleep, so I tiptoed to the living room. Just as I was about to get some water, I suddenly heard a moan, which sounded like my mother's voice. I went to open the door to her bedroom, but found it unlocked and slightly ajar.

Through the crack, I saw my mother looking at her own curvaceous, smooth, and full-figured body in the mirror. Her underwear made her appear even more alluring and sexy. From her firm breasts to her slender waist, from her rounded, shapely buttocks to her long, shapely legs, her sensual curves were something that girls who merely boasted of their youth couldn't match; it was a unique charm of a mature woman.

She shook her head, letting her black hair fall casually behind her face. Her soft, full breasts swayed, some protruding from the thin fabric of her clothes, as if about to leap out of her bra.

Seeing this, my heart stirred, an indescribable feeling consuming me. "I want you, Mom. My lovely little lamb," I blurted out. Though the voice was soft, it startled me. Why was this happening? No, I couldn't look any longer, but my feet wouldn't move an inch, I stood there motionless.

At that moment, the actions in the room became somewhat lewd. Mom lay on the bed, gently placing her hands on her soft, round breasts, kneading them. The white, tender muscles of her breasts gracefully curved from side to side beneath the black lace fabric. Her nipples, rubbing against the lace, caused a slight pain, so she slipped her hand inside her bra to touch her own bright red nipples.

She uttered intermittent, lewd sounds: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah!" Her panties, covering her exciting, plump buttocks, were damp with fragrant sweat and love juice. The high-quality lace panties slid down as her mother twisted her waist. She slowly lowered one hand from her breasts to her most tender and sensitive spot, gently caressing it. Perhaps sensing the impending pleasure, she let out a scream, her entire body trembling with heat and excitement.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself; reason was driven out by desire. My penis was swollen, the pressure within me uncontrollable, like a dormant volcano about to erupt. I pushed open the door and slowly undressed, trying not to disturb my mother's lewd performance. As I undressed, my eyes were fixed on my mother's beautiful body, like a hunter eyeing its prey. My mother, seemingly unaware of my entry, continued her performance before me, satisfying her lust.

Just as my mother's private parts opened wide in pleasure, I seized the opportunity to insert my penis. Only then did my mother notice me in the room, and that I was taking advantage of her sweaty body. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands and shouted, "Xiaolong, how could you do this? I'm your mother! Get out of here!"

But I was already in a position of power, so why should I heed my mother's scolding? I grabbed my mother's hands tightly and slapped her hard across the face, like in a rape movie. This slap stunned my mother; she didn't move her hands, didn't say a word, and stared at me blankly.

Then I leaned close to my mother's ear and whispered, "Mom, all these years, is this how you treat yourself? Why didn't you tell me? I would have served you well." As I said this, I deliberately moved slowly inside my mother's womb for a while.

Perhaps it was because my mother's body was too sensitive, or perhaps it was because she hadn't had sex with a man for too long, but her body trembled slightly. A moment later, my penis, still inside her womb, felt a warm current rush to the glans. It felt so good, a tingling, numbing sensation washing over me. My mother seemed to have resigned herself to it, no longer resisting my thrusts, but instead closely cooperating with my movements.

As I relentlessly attacked, my mother's exquisitely beautiful body suddenly stiffened, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, her rounded arms tightly embracing me, her private parts contracting. Then, she opened her mouth and let out a soft "Ah," followed by a release of vaginal fluid from deep within, gushing onto my glans.

At this moment, my penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the tingling sensation went straight to my heart. After a few rapid, panting thrusts, my penis contracted sharply inside my mother's tender vagina, and a gush of hot, thick semen powerfully sprayed onto the soft, warm flesh of her vaginal walls.

My mother then opened her fragrant lips again: "Xiaolong, would you do this to your mother?" Then, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and her shoulders trembled.

"Mom, don't cry. I know you've endured so much all these years. You haven't been happy since Dad died. I wanted to do something to cheer you up, to stop your sorrow, but when I saw you masturbating, I couldn't help myself..." I whispered. "I will take responsibility for you. I will make you happy, I will make you the happiest woman in the world. Rouqian, enjoy yourself from now on." Without realizing it, I called out my mother's name.

A blush crept across Mom's face, her pretty, delicate cheeks flushed, and her bright, alluring eyes closed, unable to look at me again. Her shy demeanor was captivating. "Since things have come to this, I'll do as you say. But you must treat me well, Ah Long."

I was surprised that Mom would call me that, and my heart fluttered again. I lowered my head, my lips meeting Mom's soft, rosy lips, rubbing them back and forth, and gently licking them with my tongue. Mom was also aroused, her desire stirring, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly. I seized the opportunity, slipping my tongue into Mom's fragrant, moist mouth, moving it around like a fish. At that moment, my previously limp penis hardened again, thrusting in and out of Mom's warm, fleshy opening.

My mother could clearly feel the hardness and heat of my penis inside her. Overwhelmed with desire, she couldn't help but offer her delicate, fragrant tongue to meet mine, licking it. We licked each other like this, until finally we were intertwined in a passionate embrace.

My tongue was busy, and my hands weren't idle either. My left hand grasped and kneaded my mother's full, soft, and elastic breasts, while my right hand roamed over her alabaster-white, shapely body.

Panting, Mom withdrew her tongue from her mouth, her desire blazing as she said, "Ah Long, I... I want you." These words were undoubtedly the order to charge. I thrust my hips up and down, my penis pumping in and out of her wetness. I felt my penis and glans being caressed by the tender flesh of Mom's honeypot. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over me, spreading to every part of my body.

Mom's pent-up desires of many years were finally released tonight. I was the ecstatic flesh cave I had longed for, at my mercy, like dry tinder and raging fire, to be exploited at will. Stimulated by the waves of pleasure, I thrust faster and harder, panting heavily. This intensified the friction between my penis and the walls of her vagina, creating a surging, exhilarating wave of pleasure that overwhelmed me.

My mother groaned, "I...I...I'm going to cum..." A hint of wantonness flickered in her eyes. Hearing these wanton words, I thrust harder. At that moment, a joyful, satisfied smile appeared on her delicate face as she released herself with pleasure.

My penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the itch only intensified, sending shivers down my spine. My heart trembled with itchiness, and after a few rapid thrusts, my penis contracted sharply inside my mother's tender vagina, and a stream of hot, thick semen powerfully sprayed onto the tender flesh of her vaginal walls.

The scalding semen made my mother's body tremble, and she slightly opened her pretty eyes, letting out a sweet, pleasurable moan, "Ah! Ah!" In that instant, my whole body felt as if it had exploded, my fragments scattered and drifting away, my body lunging forward, crashing onto my mother's soft, fragrant body.

As we drifted off to sleep, exhausted and tenderly embracing each other, the wall clock struck four.

...

A passionate night had passed, but countless passionate days were yet to come for me and my beloved.

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