About my mother

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I followed behind Mom, watching her back. Mom was wearing a long, black, backless dress, the hem covering her knees, without nylon stockings, and high-heeled sandals.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Mom turned around and asked me

. "Very beautiful," Dad and I answered at the same time. Mom held Dad's arm, and I followed behind her, looking at her slender figure.

Her bare back had a thin strap around her neck, and it was obvious that Mom was wearing a bra.

I had been in the ballroom for almost an hour, and I was still single. Most of the guests were in pairs, and I found it difficult to approach women here.

I thought that having some drinks might ease my anxiety, and I ran into Mom again at the bar; Mom asked me, "Have you met any suitable girls?"

"No."

"Let's go for a walk in the garden outside!" Mom comforted me, putting her hand on my arm. In the garden, Mom chatted with me, mostly doing the talking, and I only responded to her.

When we got back to the dance hall, Dad was looking for us. He said he might have to leave soon.

"Where have you been? I couldn't find you. What happened?" Mom asked anxiously.

"I was in the VIP room talking to the publisher on the phone."

"And the result?" Mom asked.

"I'm so sorry, there are some things I have to figure out. I have to take a plane first thing tomorrow morning."

"What am I going to do?" Mom sounded deflated.

"You stay here and keep playing with your son." Dad turned to me and said, "You can stay with Mom, right?"

"Of course!" What could I say?

"I'll take a taxi home first to organize the documents I need to take tomorrow. You can drive the car home." Dad said, handing me the car keys.

"Remember to take good care of Mom!"

I was a little disappointed because I wouldn't be able to hear them making love tonight. I really wanted to hear Mom moaning as Dad fucked her. I could listen to Mom's soft moans while masturbating to relax my nerves.

We strolled in the garden outside the ballroom, drinks in hand. Mom asked me what I wanted to do.

The band on the dance floor was playing new, rhythmic music. After a few fast-paced tunes, a slow ballad finally came on. I knew Mom loved to dance; she loved slow ballads.

When the second song started, Mom asked if I wanted to dance. I said yes, except for our wedding. I hadn't danced with Mom in almost ten years. She taught me to dance when I was a teenager; all my steps were taught to me by her.

At first, I was a little clumsy, like two strangers, keeping a certain distance. But as the song was ending, Mom pressed her body close to mine and rested her head on my shoulder.

It didn't seem strange to us; when she taught me to dance, she often said that women like to lean on men's shoulders to enhance the dancing atmosphere, and Mom was no exception.

The music started again, and Mom pulled me back onto the dance floor. The dance hall was a bit dark, and we danced slowly to the gentle music. I pressed my face against Mom's and wrapped my arms around her waist. Mom wrapped her arms around my neck, her flushed face pressed against mine, our bodies pressed tightly together.

I felt her soft breasts and abdomen. Her legs swayed, and I could clearly feel the impact of her strong legs against me, impacting my heart. I didn't want the music to stop, to play forever.

We were pressed tightly together, and Mom swayed her lower abdomen again, stirring my soft, throbbing penis. Mom smiled at me, and we made love in our minds, not wanting to let go for a long time.

I was a head taller than Mom, and sometimes when we danced, my eyes would pass over Mom's shoulders and see her back. Mom was wearing a backless dress that started at the waist, and with every slight movement as we danced, the fabric of her dress moved with her, and I could see her underwear when I looked down from her back.

For two consecutive dance songs, I focused intently on her lower back. I could clearly see not only her lace thong but also her two white, pert buttocks.

I felt uneasy; Mom was already 54, yet she was still following the trend of young people, wearing a thong. I wondered if it was uncomfortable for her. Incredibly, I became erect. I kept watching Mom's buttocks, trying to see them clearly as the fabric on her back moved with the dance steps.

Later, I realized that Mom's buttocks were firm and pert. Wearing a backless dress, they were tightly covered, and if she wore underwear, they would be exposed. Thongs, on the other hand, allowed for endless fantasies.

As I was lost in thought, what did Mom say to me? I didn't hear it, only "uh-uh-yes." Yes-yes-. I continued to dance silently with Mom, unconsciously moving my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, slowly towards her smooth back, occasionally pulling aside the neckline of her backless dress to look at her snow-white buttocks.

For about a minute, Mom didn't object, and I continued fiddling with the fabric. My penis, hard as an iron rod, thrust against Mom's abdomen. I think she could feel it because we were so close.

With each thrust, Mom let out a soft moan. I was sure she felt my movements.

"Mom! What's wrong?" I asked, feigning concern. Mom blushed and changed the subject, saying,

"Your hands stroking my back feel so good."

We continued dancing, enjoying my caresses. Before ending, I wrapped my arms around Mom's neck and kissed her. Mom didn't say anything, so I kissed her again. This time, Mom's body tensed. I think I was intoxicated by lust.

"Mom! You had so much fun today," I said, trying to steer the conversation away.

"We haven't danced together in so long—oh—I'm really happy, and I love it," Mom said, stopping the dance. She pressed her lips close to mine and kissed me. It lasted a little longer than usual, and I could smell her breath.

"Son! I love you," Mom said, taking a step back and looking at me.

"What should we do next?" I asked Mom.

"Let's go home!" We walked hand in hand towards the parking lot.

As we got into the car and I was about to start it, Mom rested her head on my shoulder and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Of course." I hugged Mom's shoulders tightly. Mom had her eyes closed, and I thought she was tired and wanted to take a nap, but she was still very awake. In the light from the streetlights, I could see Mom's right breast. Her top was loose, and I could see that her nipple wasn't upturned. Her breast was very full, and the more I looked at it, the more I wanted to suckle it.

When we got home, Mom asked if I was going to sleep. I said, "Mom! If you don't want to sleep, I can stay with you."

"Thank you. I'm really tired, but after dancing with you, I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'll go upstairs to see what your dad is doing and take a shower." "

I need to wash up too. See you in the living room later." I took Mom's hand and we walked upstairs to our respective rooms, my heart pounding as I thought about what was about to happen.

Fifteen minutes later, after changing into shorts, I hurried downstairs. Mom was already sitting in the living room, wearing a lace-trimmed bathrobe with short underwear underneath. It just covered her buttocks, revealing her beautiful legs. When Mom went to the bar to pour herself a glass of milk, I could tell from the semi-transparent underwear that she hadn't changed out of her thong, because I could see her black pubic hair. After seeing that, I got hard again.

"Your dad is already asleep. Let's talk quietly and not wake him," Mom said, taking a sip of milk, her lips still covered in it. I looked at Mom and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mom asked, looking puzzled. I moved closer and wiped the milk off her lips with my thumb.

We were both clearly nervous when I touched her lips, and neither of us could speak for a moment. Mom broke the silence.

"Would you like a glass of milk too?"

"Okay!"

Mom turned to get a glass from the bar, and I watched her trembling bottom as she walked towards it.

"Ouch..." Mom turned back.

"What's wrong?" I quickly went to support her.

"My legs are a little sore," Mom said, leaning against me. "I've been busy all day, and then I danced with you all night. My shoulders are a little stiff."

"I'll do it!" I said, placing Mom's milk glass on the table and walking behind her to massage her shoulders. Mom silently accepted my slow and gentle massage. Mom let out a comfortable groan and said, "Yes, right there." Mom grasped my hands and massaged from her neck to her shoulders and then down her back.

After massaging for nearly ten minutes, she showed no sign of stopping. When she reached her spine, her body leaned forward. I took the opportunity to massage her breasts with my left hand and her back with my right. My penis, hard as a rock, was already peeking out from the side leg of my athletic shorts. I bent over to keep my distance from her buttocks, not wanting to touch her.

The thin straps of her nightgown had slipped down to her elbows, and the nightgown had fallen quite a bit. This caused the thin straps of her bra to fall off her shoulders and hook onto her nipples. She was enjoying it with her eyes closed and didn't notice.

I kept wondering if she felt the same way I did, or if it was just wishful thinking on my part—I was filled with the desire to have sex with her, but I didn't know how to express it to her. I moved closer to her buttocks and stopped massaging—we were silent for a moment. She must have felt my penis between her legs.

Before Mom could react to my boldness and recklessness, I hugged her breasts from behind, gently kneading them while kissing her neck. I also kept poking and rubbing her buttocks. Since I had stopped massaging her shoulders, she felt my glans probing against her soft buttocks. I wasn't wrong—Mom was still wearing a thong.

Mom's breathing quickened… I pinched and kneaded her nipples with my fingers, and Mom was almost screaming wildly—Oh…Oh…Jack…Jack… I quickly covered her half-open mouth with my own.

"Mom…this will wake Dad!"

Mom woke up with a start, placing her hands on mine and massaging her nipples in response.

"Oh—oh—," Mom moaned continuously. If I hadn't held her tightly, she might have collapsed at my feet. Mom turned her head, and our lips immediately met. My hands roamed freely over Mom's smooth back and buttocks, my tongue swirling intensely inside her mouth.

Doing two passionate things at the same time, I no longer cared about the consequences. Holding my mother's soft body, my penis was so hard I couldn't control it, pressing hard against her lower abdomen, causing a dull ache in my own. My mother was also excited, panting heavily. I lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen table.

Her legs were open, my penis pressed right between them. She kissed me passionately while trying to use her fingers to pull her thong away from between her labia.

My hand groped downwards, finally resting on her lower abdomen. My palm could feel the silky, black, elastic pubic hair below her abdomen—not thick, but long, black, curly, and glossy, extending outwards to her inner thighs, the thong covering her labia. I pulled down the thin strap supporting her vulva.

"Mom. Can I...?" I glanced at her genitals and casually pulled off the thong.

Her thighs obediently opened wide for me. I parted her labia and kissed her there.

"Mom! This is truly the most wonderful place!"

"This is so passionate, my God! Jack; how did it get to this point?"

"While we were dancing, I looked down from your bare back and saw your panties. For two consecutive songs, I focused on your lower back, and I could clearly see not only your lace thong but also your two white, perky buttocks. I got an erection for you, and I think you felt it too."

"So you're that bad."

"Who told you to be so sexy and give me that womanly charm?"

"We don't know what to do about our relationship."

"Mom! I love you," I grabbed my penis and rubbed it between her legs, slapping it a few times before inserting it. As soon as I entered, I felt like I was going to ejaculate, so I pushed harder.

"Ah--ya--slower--" Mom bit my shoulder to avoid making a sound. I was surprised at how tight her vagina was.

"Take it slow... Jack; slow down." Mom stared into my eyes, cupping my face. When our eyes met, I was already inside her, frozen in place, gazing at each other. I hugged Mom tightly, and my penis began to slowly move in and out. Mom stroked my back and shoulders, whispering, "That's wonderful, Jack; yes, just like that, fuck me."

Hearing Mom say "fuck me"...

For me, fucking a mother I've respected and known since childhood, and ejaculating inside her, brought a forbidden pleasure and trepidation. It was so exciting. I ejaculated inside Mom without warning, and then her vagina contracted with the hot semen I shot in, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Mom, I came inside you."

"Oh... oh..." Mom hugged me tightly, biting my shoulder again.

"Mom, our bodies are now united." I hugged Mom, stroking her back and shoulders.

"Don't say anything, I'm coming, let me relax." Mom lowered her tightly closed legs.

"Mom! I'm still inside you." Just as hard as when I first entered, Mom squeezed a couple of times. She whispered in my shoulder,

"I love you! Jack; --Oh---my dearest son!" Mom seemed unable to control the intimacy with her son, her eyes closed, her lips wildly kissing my cheek, almost frantically.

"Mom! I love you too." I kissed Mom's cheek in return.

"So happy to be close to you with this." At the same time, I thrust forward.

As I said this, Mom's vagina contracted again, and I clearly felt a warm sensation on my glans. Mom hugged me tightly, gripping my penis tightly inside her, and I gripped her buttocks tightly.

"Oh…don't say anymore. Oh…" Mom swayed up and down with me.

Suddenly, her burning face pressed tightly against my neck, her hands gripping me tightly, her whole body trembling, her buttocks heaving violently, emitting a deafening cry of "Oh---oh--!"

My soul was overwhelmed, my body stiffened instantly, as if a flame had exploded within her, a devastating orgasm assaulting her, scattering bursts of white light in the darkness.

I was instantly at a loss, completely stunned. What had I done wrong? Instinctively, I hugged Mom tightly, patting her back like soothing a crying little girl, kissing her lips while patting her back to calm her down.

Mom's body was still pounding, her chest heaving violently, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. After a long time, she slowly calmed down, nestled against my chest, motionless. All around was quiet, only the peaceful breathing of us after the passion subsided.

After Mom came to her senses, she still hugged my waist, asking me tenderly, "Was it good?"

I stroked her face; her face, flushed and delicate from lovemaking, looked exceptionally beautiful. She gratefully replied, "That felt good."

We separated and went to the bathroom to wash up together before returning to our respective beds.

The next morning, before I even woke up, Mom had already driven Dad to the airport to come back!

The End.

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