Mom's Wedding Night

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"Want me to wash your back?"

The son was taking a shower when a voice suddenly came from the changing room outside, startling him.

"No! No need." Although he quickly refused, the bathroom door was already open, and his mother, wearing a bathrobe, was peeking in. At that moment, the son was sitting on a small stool washing himself.

"Don't be so polite, I'm your mother! What's the big deal? It's just a one-time thing. While your wife isn't here, I'll wash your back for you!"

He hadn't expected it, but his mother rolled up her bathrobe sleeves, revealing her snow-white arms, and took the soap and towel from her son.

"Ah, thank you!"

"It's nothing. You're welcome, you're my son!"

His mother became a widow at forty-five because her husband had left her some real estate. She was only forty-five, but she hadn't remarried. If she had children who called her "mother-in-law," it would alleviate her loneliness a little.

His wife was going on a two-day, one-night trip with her colleagues.

"It's good to be young, and you exercise often, your back is quite muscular," Mom said, scrubbing her back with soap and a towel...

"Okay, you can wash the front yourself." She seemed pleased, then added, "While my wife is enjoying the hot springs, let's have a drink at home." She then left the bathroom.

Although no longer young, Mom was cheerful, with fair skin and a graceful figure of medium build, still retaining some of the air of a wealthy young lady.

Occasionally, my daughter-in-law would mutter to herself in the mirror, "I guess I look like Grandma." "

Why?"

"Because I don't have Mom's good skin, nor her beauty." Her tone carried a hint of displeasure.

"Oh, really?" It was amusing that even mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could be jealous of each other over strange things. My daughter-in-law had her own charm; she was beautiful, just a different type from her mother.

"Let's leave the kitchen, which is a bit of a bummer, and sit here for a drink. The moon is beautiful too..." She moved the table to the living room, where the peonies were in view; beer and food were already laid out.

"Now, my wife is probably enjoying a good drink with everyone, right? Come on, sit down." The mother, having straightened her bathrobe, sat opposite her son, who was wearing a yukata, and poured him a beer.

"Mom, have a drink too," the son said, pouring her a drink as well.

Their eyes met as they toasted, and a blush rose on the mother's face.

"I'm a little embarrassed, let's turn off the light. The moon is beautiful,"

she said, turning off the light. The son watched his mother's back; the loose yukata hugged her slightly plump body, her curves alluring, her fair legs dazzlingly bright. He began to see his mother as a mature woman.

"I'm asking you, your wife is a willful only child, are you getting along well?"

"Yes!"

"No matter what, don't be polite to her. I'm more on your side than your wife. I'm very happy. I've long wanted to drink with my son like this."

"Mom, I'm always ready to join you."

"Really? I'm so happy. This is the first time I've heard someone say such considerate things to me." I don't know if it's true, but Mom's eyes seem a little moist.

"But, Mom, you're so young and beautiful, I've always found it strange, why didn't you remarry?"

"A widow with children can't easily remarry. Besides, there's real estate, and relatives, it's not something you can just get married casually, and life is very stressful."

"It must have been very hard in the past?"

"Of course, your father was the second son, and he didn't have much property. He could only get a little real estate, which was enough to barely make ends meet by running two small shops."

Mom ran a restaurant and a clothing store.

"I will be filial to you."

"Son, you are so considerate. I feel especially happy tonight, I really want to get drunk, I really want to... be spoiled. With my wife here, even if I want to be spoiled, I can't. Can I be spoiled tonight?"

Her voice was very soft, with a pause in the middle, as if there was a little girl's shyness, but the resentful tone made her son feel a little resonant.

"Okay!" "I'm

so happy! Don't sit so far away, let me sit over and pour you a drink."

Mom went to the kitchen to get beer and food, and when she came back, she sat next to her son, almost touching his legs.

"Cheers."

The way Mom looked at her son was now the strange look of a woman. The son picked up his glass, and his eyes met his mother's again. Moonlight shone in from the window, and his mother, sitting in the dim shadows, held up her glass, her snow-white arms exposed.

The dim light only accentuated the whiteness of her skin; her mother truly possessed a beauty that would make her daughter-in-law jealous. In the darkness, she seemed even more youthful and alluring, her beauty making one forget her age…

“What…?”

“Nothing!” The son hurriedly picked up his glass and drank, trying to hide his guilt.

Through the thin yukata, he could feel the warmth of his mother’s thighs, the fullness stirring a strange feeling within him.

“People are strange. I got married through an arranged marriage, but I had a relationship when I was younger, and that person was a lot like you. Do mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law like the same type of man?”

“This!?” The son couldn’t answer.

“So tonight feels like drinking with a former lover, but you can’t tell your wife about this.”

His mother’s soft voice stimulated him, stirring a itch within him. As a son, he wanted to share a little secret with his mother, and he also felt a sense of closeness to women like her. But this feeling was mixed with an indescribable sense of guilt. He wondered if his mother felt the same way.

"What kind of food do you like? I'm not very good at cooking, so if there's anything you like, I'll make it. Actually, I'm quite feminine and enjoy doing housework."

Her voice became even softer, and her son lowered his head to pour wine, but he seemed to see the deep affection emanating from her charming face...

Indeed, his wife didn't really like this kind of work. She said she was like her grandfather, which probably included this aspect of her life!

"I'm very grateful to Mom... for taking care of me all the time."

"Don't say that."

He had long noticed that his mother valued her son as much as her husband! Hearing his mother say that he was like her first love, and with the influence of the wine, the son began to think of replacing that person for his mother, which could also be called a man's feelings.

"Look how beautiful the moon is," his mother said softly, leaning on her son's shoulder, her breath as sweet as orchids and musk. The son couldn't help but feel a little inexplicably restless. "Let's go to the balcony and take a look." His mother came over and took his hand, and the son had no choice but to stand up.

The two stood on the balcony, admiring the moonlight. The mother fanned herself gently, sending a cool breeze towards her son. The scent of her perfume wafted on the wind, carrying a hint of her femininity. In the bright moonlight, a glimpse of her fair breasts peeked out from the loose seam of her bathrobe, swaying before her son's eyes. A thought arose in his mind to embrace her, yet he felt an involuntary fluster.

"Thinking back, it seems like only yesterday. He was a university student then, and now he lives in Kansai..."

The mother's eyes, nose, and mouth were like those of a beautiful woman drawn with fine lines. Her now-plump figure, without any excess fat, revealed a charming curve from her chest to her waist and hips through the loose bathrobe...

"I'll take that man's place!" he blurted out.

"Hmm, okay."

It was meant as a joke, but seeing his mother's serious reply and her resting her head against his shoulder, he couldn't help but reach out and embrace her.

"It feels so good, like being a teenager again, like a dream."

He stroked his mother's head resting on his shoulder, remaining still for a while. When their eyes met again, his mother's eyes shone with a strange light.

"Kiss me." The bold words, which shouldn't have come from his mother, escaped her lips.

The son felt as if he'd been punched in the chest, a great wavering washing over him. Whether it was the alcohol, his mother's beauty, or his own lustful nature, a flood of thoughts surged through him, and he began to act boldly.

He tightened his embrace around his mother's slender waist, his hands surging with the sensation of her full breasts. He saw her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, full of allure. He lightly kissed her lovely lips.

Not only did she not resist, but she leaned closer. Her cool, soft lips were already moist, and his nose was filled with her seductive scent. He couldn't help but press his lips harder, feeling her soft lips grow hot, her wet tongue reaching out. She was no longer his mother.

The woman's alluring tongue ignited the son's heart... a frenzy...

The ceaseless swirling and entwining of their tongues made him dizzy, and the two seemed unable to stand, supporting each other as they swayed and staggered towards the living room. Upon reaching the living room, they involuntarily collapsed onto the tatami mat.

The son's lips naturally moved from the woman's lips beneath him to her snow-white collar and full breasts. Like a bright red strawberry placed on a white cream cake, her nipples naturally sprang out. Her high, firm breasts swayed and grew larger before his eyes, kissing his snow-white skin. The son was enveloped in this boundless tenderness.

Her high, firm breasts deformed beneath his lips, the nipples he held deeply sucked in. His tongue danced on them, making the woman beneath him hot and limp, collapsing onto the tatami mat. Her helpless hands pressed tightly against his head, and her cherry-red lips emitted intermittent, intoxicating moans... The

48-year-old mother's volcanic passion erupted. He lifted the hem of his bathrobe, letting it glide over her silky, plump belly, reaching down to her thin panties. His fingers easily slipped into the crevice below her pubic bone. The crevice was already wet, the soft flesh clinging to his fingers.

"Ah!... Ahhh!!..." Mom's throat trembled, her hips twisting... his fingers went deeper.

As her son's fingers penetrated further, Mom's tense body relaxed, her strength gradually fading. His fingers found her clitoris. At the same time, Mom's legs parted, allowing her more freedom to caress her crevice, and...

Although he still hesitated slightly, the soft, white body lay before him, her rapid breathing creating a hazy atmosphere. The wet crevice was sucking powerfully. In a daze, he untied his own bathrobe's belt, and also untied Mom's...

He couldn't wait any longer. The two of them, naked, pressed tightly together, as if sharing the warmth of each other's skin. As his erect penis moved with his body, it was sucked into her vaginal opening, and once inside, it couldn't be withdrawn.

The act felt like a dream. At the same time, the son wanted to completely replace his mother's long-lost lover, as a way of comforting his poor mother. In this way, the two became a man and a woman.

Especially the mother's intense embrace, exceeding the son's expectations, wasn't drunken behavior; it was a hurried hug, demanding kisses, her legs intertwined, her thrusting her hips to penetrate deeper, constantly uttering moans of "Good! So good..." He had never heard his wife make such sounds before.

"Good!..." It wasn't just panting "Ah...ah...good..." but also "Good! So good..."

"The best!...!"

"More!...!" And the sound was like sobbing.

To be honest, the son and daughter-in-law occasionally made these kinds of panting sounds during intercourse, but it was always a one-sided act by the son; his wife had never been as intoxicating as his mother...

Although there was various foreplay, each time it ended hastily, like a kite with a broken string. In contrast, his mother's mature womanly reaction was intoxicating, a kind of emotion that could be described as the expression of a woman who had endured long periods of loneliness.

In short, this reaction from the mature woman beneath him excited and intoxicated his heart. Their sweaty bodies had switched positions, and now both were naked, entwined and rolling on the tatami mat.

The son was genuinely surprised; he hadn't realized how different women's sexual experiences could be! Sex with his mother wasn't just about intensity; the sensations of the mucous membranes and the feeling of ejaculation were significantly different from his wife's. This intense stimulation made the son deeply realize how bland his sex life with his wife truly was…

"Let me drink a little more today, okay?"

His mother got up, draped a towel over herself, and started drinking again. Perhaps she had a considerable tolerance for alcohol, for the naked son lay wearily, his bewildered gaze following his voluptuous mother's alluring curves in the moonlight.

The mother, holding the beer, sat back down tenderly beside her son. She leaned down, her bright eyes warm, and kissed him with her fragrant breath—soft, sweet, and mingled with the beer.

The son greedily savored the rich, feminine scent, the beer trickling down his chin. The mother took another sip, then pressed her lips to his, pulling his hand to her breasts and kneading them, teasing his moist vulva… The son was aroused again.

Now familiar with each other, the mother was even more enthusiastic than before. She made him lie on his back, spraying the beer from her glass all over him, then licking his small nipples and muscular sides. Finally, she sprayed beer on his penis, which was still wet with the nectar of their intercourse, and then licked it again and again…

This was not something a wife could imitate. When a wife wants to perform oral sex, she carefully wipes the target clean, otherwise she won't touch him. But the mother did it as if she were licking something she loved, making the son feel closer to her.

The son, already intoxicated and dazed, closed his eyes in a 69 position, pressing his nose against his mother's vulva and extending his tongue to find her clitoris. They exchanged pleasures, everything feeling like a dream, fresh and intense.

"You must be tired," the mother said, seeing her son panting, as she laid him on his back and faced him in a riding position.

Seeing his mother's naked body in the dim moonlight felt different from when they were lying on her back. Her sweaty face made her look older, her skin slightly looser, and the muscles trembled slightly with each vigorous thrusting. But the curves from her chest to her waist were still so fresh and beautiful, her breasts still so firm, the areolas and nipples small, the lower half of her breasts bulging like fresh, juicy fruit…

The son slightly opened his eyes, reached out and grasped her swaying breasts, gently rotating his thumbs around her nipples, then couldn't resist pressing them. His mother let out a soft moan, a seductive groan squeezed from her nose, as if unable to withstand the gentle yet intense impact. The son closed his eyes, letting her naked body continue its rhythmic up-and-down movements, savoring the sensations of womanhood.

The son panted again, and his mother responded—increasing the speed of her movements. Looking up at his mother's face, the changes were truly captivating; the complete ecstasy of a mature woman stirred the man's passion…

In this state, his mother began to repeatedly cry out, "Good…good…I've come…I've come!…"

"Don't turn on the light, hurry back to the bedroom upstairs and rest," his mother said softly as she tidied him up.

Returning to their bedroom from the living room, the son collapsed onto their newlywed double bed. The events of just now felt like a dream. If it were real, it would be a very serious matter.

Could he still continue living peacefully in this house with his wife and mother? The son felt fine, but what would his wife do if she found out? Though his resolve wavered, the alcohol and exhaustion made him a prisoner of sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly woke up, feeling tense because someone was beside him. When had his wife returned? He gently reached out and touched the body lying on the double bed; his fingertips felt a strange yet familiar smoothness, a silky tenderness—it wasn't his wife. His heart pounded again. What had just happened wasn't a dream; it was reality, and his mother was right there on the bed beside him. Sleepiness vanished instantly.

"When did you come in?"

His mother, wearing a bathrobe, rolled over and hugged him tightly, her breasts pressing against his chest. She whispered in his ear, "I felt lonely, so I came to sleep with you."

"It would be troublesome if your wife saw."

"Yes, but it's alright tonight." His mother said, reaching down to her crotch…

This was a bold act the son had never experienced before. Even when they slept together, his wife never touched his penis after sex. Moreover, the two recent sexual encounters were the most exhilarating and soul-stirring he had ever experienced. He had ejaculated so much semen deep into his mother's body; Kumiko had experienced countless orgasms, almost fainting during her last one. But now…

his mother's hands moved skillfully and gently, her warm tongue greedily roaming over his body. He couldn't help but embrace his mother's voluptuous, sexy body.

When he became erect again, his mother seemed impatient, saying, "Now, let's do it again." His mother thrust into him again in a riding position, greedily pursuing pleasure…

but she lacked the strength to continue…

"Then, let's do it again in the morning," his mother said, holding his penis as she fell asleep.

In the morning, the son was required to fulfill their bedtime promise. The sky outside was already bright. The two embraced naked in bed, their bodies joined in a sitting position, his mother's full buttocks resting on his lap, using the mattress springs to increase the rhythm.

His mother's upper body arched weakly backward, and as she suckled at his breast, she seemed to cling tightly, her sweaty breasts rubbing against his chest. The touch of that soft skin, the wanton expression and moans…

everything was laid bare in the bright light. Things he couldn't find on his wife were now displayed on his mother, all of which aroused him again. He had never known that his forty-five-year-old mother possessed such intense sexual desire and energy!

He didn't know that women needed a long time to fully mature sexually. If his mother's body was a ripe fruit, his wife's was a fruit still astringent, but then he realized that understanding wasn't enough.

"…I'm something that's been hibernating awakened. A woman's sex life hibernates, but it knows the dawn of spring, welcoming spring, like a pupa transforming into a butterfly."

"When? After Father passed away…"

"You could say that."

"So, it's been 10 years."

"Yes."

His actions with his wife were like those with a virgin. But the actions of my mother might be the wedding night that transforms a pupa into a butterfly.

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