The fate of a promiscuous wife and mother.

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Summer vacation is like a fleeting rain, coming and going in an instant. And here we are! School starts tomorrow, but it feels like I just started yesterday!

Poor students like me have been locked in our rooms for a week straight, catching up on homework. Ugh!

Night is falling, then, knock, knock… the familiar knocking on the door, accompanied by my mother's melodious voice: "Xiao Xuan, come out for dinner!"

"Okay!" Having just finished the last problem, I put down my pen with a sigh of relief, straightened up, and stretched lazily, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Wow! Twice-cooked pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded pork with garlic sauce… a huge table full of Sichuan dishes, all my favorites.

Is Mom rewarding her dear son for studying so hard lately? I chuckled to myself: she must be missing my savior.

At the dinner table, Mom kept piling food into my bowl: "Son, eat more, come on, eat more."

Ugh! I couldn't even finish eating; my bowl was already overflowing with food, overflowing with love. "Mom, there's no more room in the bowl,"

I said helplessly.

"Oh?" Mom looked doubtfully, then looked closer and saw that the bowl was indeed full. Her expression was slightly apologetic. "I'm sorry, I was so focused on putting food in your bowl that I didn't notice. You've been working so hard lately, son, come on, eat some more."

I was speechless... Mom kept putting food into my bowl. "Tomorrow you're going to your senior year of high school, you have to keep up the good work!"

"Mom, feed me!" This was a chore she was already used to.

"Hmm, open your mouth, ah..." Mom picked up a strip of meat.

However, I didn't open my mouth. "Son, ah..."

Hehe, I still didn't open my mouth.

She gently nudged my calf with her silk-stockinged feet: "Son, ah..."

The warmth of her body, seeping through the thin stockings, sent a tingling sensation through my skin, and my penis immediately hardened: "Mom, I want you to chew it up and feed it to me."

She paused, then laughed: "Huh? Why are you suddenly so naughty?"

Quick as a flash, seizing the opportunity, I began to vent my pent-up frustration: "Huang Jian already helped me finish my homework, and you still forced me to redo it myself! Humph... I can do my own homework, but these past few days you haven't even allowed me to sleep with you! Humph..." I turned my head away.

"Are you angry?" Mom asked cautiously, nuzzling my leg again.

"Humph! I'm not angry." I turned my head to the other side, genuinely not angry. Only, my lower body was angry.

Mom's mouth moved, filled with tenderness, as she smiled and sat down beside me. Without saying a word, her two hot red lips met my pouting lips.

So sweet! Mom transferred the chewed shredded meat from her mouth to mine with the tip of her tongue. My tongue couldn't help but dance and swirl on hers; it was delicious. Mom's saliva completely soaked into the minced meat, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste.

For a long, long time, we were lost in a deep kiss, unable to pull ourselves away.

"Mom, this is the best shredded pork with garlic sauce I've ever eaten," I said, giving Mom a big thumbs up for the last ingredient.

Hearing this, Mom's face flushed red: "Then I'll make it for you again!"

In an instant, I couldn't suppress my overwhelming lust. On impulse, I stood up and hugged Mom, pressing her against the dining table before she could react.

Mom was very excited, but didn't seem too surprised, as if it was all part of her plan.

I roughly lifted her short skirt, roughly tore her black stockings, roughly ripped her pink thong, roughly spread her thighs, and climbed onto her body.

Just as my hard, erect penis was about to charge straight in and penetrate her, I realized I was so impatient that I hadn't even taken off my shorts and underwear! Ugh!

Mom laughed loudly, as if mocking me: "Serves you right for being so impatient! Serves you right for not taking your pants off!" But what she really meant was: "Hurry up, Mom wants you."

My black boxer shorts were still slipping down between my legs, and my penis quickly slid in, pressed against Mom's vulva. Mom was overflowing with desire, her juices flowing freely, her wet vagina tightly gripping my penis.

It had been almost a week since I'd made love with Mom, and at that moment, I felt like a naive virgin losing his virginity—shy yet incredibly pleasurable.

My hands couldn't stay still; they reached for Mom, skillfully flipping her white t-shirt up to her chest, then pulling off her bra, revealing her full, round breasts. My hands kept squeezing, kneading, and pinching them.

The fullness of her flesh constantly stimulated my nerves, and I increased the speed of my thrusts, each stroke more intense than the last.

Within three or four minutes, I was on the verge of exploding. My mother, keenly aware that her once-arrogant son had become a premature ejaculator, about to surrender so quickly, quickly signaled me to stop.

But the pleasure of approaching climax was overwhelming. I'm not Jay Chou; I didn't listen to my mother, instead thrusting even more fiercely into her vagina.

She gave in, wrapping her arms around my neck and back, her sexy black-stockinged legs tightly entwined around my waist, letting me fly freely.

My large penis thrust deep into my mother's vagina again and again, and I could clearly feel the rapid and rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls, her cervix sucking at my glans like her alluring little mouth.

I couldn't hold on any longer; I had reached the peak of ejaculation.

My mother exclaimed in alarm, "No, no, it's the fertile period today!" She suddenly reached out and gently blocked my violent thrusting. Perhaps it was her resistance that made me more aware, and I immediately stopped all movement. But it was too late!

I quickly pulled away from my mother, turning her over so she was face down on the dining table. My left hand, supporting my swiftly withdrawn penis, gently pressed against her buttocks, while my right hand, to my disgrace, slapped her round, firm, and incredibly elastic buttocks twice.

"Ah! You bad boy. You stole..." Before she could finish the word "sneak," my penis, trembling violently, erupted with thick semen, slowly flowing down the curve of her buttocks. I had finally become a true "second-timer," filled with guilt and unease.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" I didn't make her climax. However, she didn't blame me. Instead, she helped me wipe my genitals and told me to go wash up.

Of course, I wasn't ashamed; it was just a natural reaction after a week without touching my mother.

In the bathroom, I lathered myself with soap and scrubbed my body. Soon, the vigorous energy of a teenager and the intense desire to conquer my mother caused my penis to rise again.

"Mom, Mom, come quick!" I shouted.

Mom thought something terrible had happened and rushed into the bathroom in a panic, only to find me, once again looking desperately aroused, perfectly fine! She suddenly understood everything: what men really want is conquest and possession.

Outside the bathroom window, the stars twinkled, and the moonlight was bright.

Mom was sucking on my testicles, one hand gently stroking my penis. At the same time, I gently stroked her smooth hair with one hand, and held the showerhead, showering her fair shoulders and back with the other.

Love is mutual. I cupped her full breasts behind her, and Mom turned her head to kiss me passionately.

There's a classic bathroom scene in Japanese adult videos.

My mother slowly bent over, her hands forming an arch, then she raised her firm, fleshy buttocks, allowing me to straddle her. Holding her waist, I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina.

Her buttocks and body trembled slightly back and forth. I excitedly slapped her round, plump buttocks, like riding a beautiful mare, galloping through the sea of desire, sweeping away the gloom of my premature ejaculation at the dinner table.

That night, we were very happy! But who knew that before I had sex with my mother, she was my uncle's woman, not my father's.

My mother's name is Fang Yaru, and she is thirty-nine years old this year. Fortunately, time hasn't left too many obvious marks on her. She has thick, black hair, long eyelashes, and a pair of bright, clear eyes that are captivating. Most striking are her high, full breasts and round, pert buttocks, which are undeniably alluring.

After graduating from junior high school, my mother started working. She worked in factories and as a sales assistant for two years before becoming a waitress at my father's hotel. Because of her tall stature, striking looks, and hard work, she was quickly promoted to supervisor.

My father fell in love with her at first sight and pursued her relentlessly, creating every opportunity to interact with her. Everyone thought my father was toying with my mother's feelings; how could a boss like a young woman? It was a game of getting her and then discarding her.

However, despite this distrust, my parents actually had a grand affair at their own hotel (they got married later when my mother was of legal age), leaving everyone stunned. She went from being a sparrow to a phoenix.

But my mother was the capable kind of sparrow. For many years, she accompanied my father, and with her support, his business flourished, opening chain stores in other cities.

A year ago, during summer vacation, my father suddenly passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage. I was devastated and went to stay with my grandmother for a while.

Who would have thought that the greatest misfortune for men and women in this world is not returning home early as agreed upon with their partner?

It was a scorching afternoon. I assumed my mother was still napping, so I quietly opened the door and made my way to my bedroom. But what I heard from my bedroom was… “Sister-in-law, this is the first time in all these years that I’ve made love to you in Xiao Xuan’s room! It’s like he’s watching, so exciting!” A familiar, hurried male voice was unusually excited.

“Ah… you shameless bastard! Are you satisfied now? Look how excited you are! Ah…” My mother was also quite excited.

Through the slightly ajar door, a blast of cold air from the air conditioner wafted in. I saw with my own eyes that my mother’s knee-length skirt had been lifted up to her waist, her legs, clad in high black stockings, were forcibly spread apart, her black lace panties pulled down to her knees, exposing her snow-white buttocks. She was lying on the edge of the bed, struggling beneath my uncle, Han Guangyong.

The uncle forcefully pinned Mom down, thrusting violently into her from behind: "Xiao Fang, I'll fire the HR manager tomorrow, you'll take over!"

"Ahhh! Boss, no!" The uncle's two lewd hands reached under Mom's clothes, groping her full, ample breasts.

Mom pleaded softly, "Boss, sob sob, I have a husband, I have a son, you can't rape me, sob sob, boss, please let me go."

The thrusting sounds grew louder: "You filthy bitch, you're already my woman, still pretending to be innocent, I'll fuck you to death!" A thick, hard penis forcefully entered and exited Mom's wet vagina:

"You filthy bitch, still not wanting it! So much juice!

" Boss, I beg you, please spare me, I'm not a promiscuous woman. Mom's buttocks swayed, it was unclear whether she was trying to avoid or cooperate with the uncle's thrusts.

Promiscuous woman! Don't you know whose woman you are? My woman! "I'll see how you behave when you're being lewd." Uncle, unleashing his lewd power, pounded even harder on Mom's buttocks, making a loud slapping sound.

"Ah! Gently, gently! My husband will find out, boss, please, gently!" Mom cried out innocently.

Hearing Mom mention her husband, Uncle, consumed by jealousy, forcibly flipped Mom over, pinned her to the bed, spread her legs, and angrily thrust into her vagina, snarling, "You're my woman, you're not allowed to mention other men in front of me!" "

Ah! Ah..." Another series of intense "slapping" sounds followed.

The uncle and aunt were caught up in their role-playing, and I, already dumbfounded and furious to the point of my blood vessels almost bursting, kicked the door open.

Mom and Uncle, flustered and panicked, even frantically trying to tidy themselves up, asked fearfully, "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxuan, why are you back?" "

How did I get back? Can't I come back? How long has it been since Dad died?" I trembled, glaring angrily, wanting to demand: "You adulterous couple, did you kill Dad?" But I was too angry to speak.

A real-life version of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian!

Tears streamed down my face. I rushed in and started beating my uncle. He didn't resist or run away. Mom panicked, sobbing as she hugged me: "Xiao Xuan, don't hit him, don't hit him!" She was still protecting him! I hit harder and harder, veins bulging on my face: "I'll beat you to death!" Mom cried even louder, looking pitiful. My heart softened, but I couldn't control my actions. I turned around and ruthlessly pushed her away: "You bitch! Are you still my mother?" A long time passed, until we both calmed down. The room was a mess. After regaining some of my senses, I had to get an answer. After all, Dad loved me like his own life: "Mom, did you and Uncle conspire to kill Dad?" "

Mom and Uncle were shocked by my question and immediately denied it: 'No.' 'Did he know about your relationship?'

'Yes!'

I was furious: 'It was because he knew about your relationship that he suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died. You are the murderers!

Murderers! Murderers!' But I was helpless against them.

Uncle and Mom were silent for a while, then nodded: 'Xiao Xuan, let's go to the living room to talk.' Perhaps only the truth will make things easier for everyone.

The three of us sat together, and Mom slowly began to speak: 'Son, don't misunderstand, your father died in an accident, not because of me or your uncle. Your father knew about my relationship with your uncle from the beginning.' Now it was my turn to be shocked, 'What?

' 'A few years ago, your father developed sexual dysfunction due to long-term smoking and drinking, and working long hours.

Although he received treatment, your father could no longer have normal sex with me.

You can blame your mother for being shameless. From then on, I started having affairs with men other than your father, and your uncle was one of them.'" "My mother's words shattered the beautiful image I held of her. I couldn't believe she'd had so many men. No wonder she was going through a divorce for a while.

" It's not that I don't love your father, it's just that Mom has her own needs. I confessed to him and asked for a divorce, asking for nothing but the ability to visit you whenever I wanted. But your father resolutely disagreed! He even lamented his impotence. "Dad loves Mom,

" he said. He said that if I wanted to in the future, I could go directly to your uncle; he could accept it and tacitly allow us to be together, but from then on, I couldn't have any sexual contact with other men. "My worldview was turned upside down. What kind of husband could make such a resolute decision about his wife?"

I suddenly felt a pang of heartache for my father: a man, no matter how rich, powerful, or successful, is a failure if he's impotent! Who can tolerate working so hard to support a woman who belongs to another man? 　　We never hid it from him.

Would 　　Dad feel pain? Every time his woman and his own brother were in bed together, how heartbroken must he be? I dared not think about it! 　　"Son, will you forgive Mom, forgive Uncle?" 　　Forgive? Easier said than done, but what reason did I have to blame you? After all, the person involved was the biggest victim, but he's already gone. 　　I was old enough to understand: "Mom, will you continue?" 　　"We want to hear your thoughts," Mom said expectantly. 　　I said firmly, "I disagree!" 　　Mom and Uncle both looked shocked—disappointed, reluctant, and conflicted! But would they respect my opinion? 　　At this moment, Uncle, bruised and battered, declared: "Xiao Xuan, Uncle promises you, I will no longer have any relationship with your mother, we will just be normal family. Believe me!" " 　　Uncle spoke clearly and forcefully, and I believed him, and so did Mom. But why were they so upset? 　　Dad had once confronted Uncle, questioning him: 'Why did you do this to me? Why!' 　　Uncle's face turned ashen, and he knelt on the ground: 'Brother, I was wrong, I was too audacious, I'm so sorry! Brother, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again, please forgive me, brother, please forgive me.' 　　Dad didn't answer, only said calmly: 'Love your sister-in-law well, take good care of her for me, even if you get married, you must still love her well for me.' 　　Huh? Uncle couldn't believe it, looking down at Dad. 　　'However, you must promise me two things: First, you must take proper precautions and not let your sister-in-law get pregnant; second, you must keep it a secret, especially not let Xuan'er know. If you break either one, you can no longer maintain this relationship with your sister-in-law, understand?' 　　'Yes, thank you for your forgiveness, brother, I promise!' " "Uncle felt like he'd returned from the brink of death. 　　Now, it was time for him to keep his promise. Even if he was extremely unwilling, he had to reluctantly part with his beloved brother, after all, he respected him so much! 　　On the drive home, Uncle was in tears, his mind replaying the unforgettable moments he and Mom had shared. 　　That year, Uncle was a senior in college, interning at a hotel with Mom as her assistant. One night, Mom got drunk because of a social engagement, and he took her home. Coincidentally, Dad was away on a business trip, and I was at Grandma's house. Don't think this is unbelievable, because it really happened. 　　Mom was having too much trouble walking, and as we went upstairs, Uncle steeled himself and picked her up, thinking: 'Don't look! 　　This is my sister-in -law!' 　　But who could resist Mom's allure? Her upper body leaned slightly, her fair breasts almost bursting through her white shirt, touching Mom's..." The voluptuousness of her body made the uncle's eyes burn with desire. 　　He had never embraced such a beautiful woman before, especially not his sister-in-law whom he had admired for years, not even his girlfriends from college. 　　When they arrived home, the uncle didn't turn on the lights and went straight to the bedroom, a place he often fantasized about. As soon as the mother sat on the edge of the bed, she slumped down, a button popping open, revealing a glimpse of her breasts. 　　In the dim light, the uncle's eyes gleamed as he gazed into the depths of her cleavage, a flutter in his heart! Just as he hesitated whether to leave, the mother kicked off one of her high heels. 　　The uncle understood immediately and made a decision. He reached out and removed the other high heel, then, with audacious lust, he grasped her beautiful foot through her stockings and gently caressed it, unwilling to let go. It was a pair of alluring feet that would drive most men mad. From the ankle to the calf, a pair of torturous, sexy stockings... The uncle continued to stroke her legs upwards. 　　Stimulated, the mother suddenly shifted her body, her eyes revealing a hazy, alluring look, yearning for a man's penetration! It seemed her last sexual encounter had been two months ago, with a man who was merely a temporary guest at the hotel. 　　Seeing the mother's expression, the uncle was both surprised and excited, tenderly caressing her silky legs, down to her buttocks, then kissing her beautiful feet through her stockings, down her calves to her thighs, as soft and alluring as jade. A 　　burning desire flared within him. The uncle moved closer to the mother, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand. Her large breasts, stretched taut by the deep purple bra, rose and fell. The uncle tentatively touched them, and in that instant, both of them trembled as if electrocuted. 　　His lust surging, the uncle's blood boiling, he completely let loose, tearing open her bra and taking her breast into his mouth. He kissed her wantonly. At the same time, one hand slipped under her skirt, groping her smooth, fleshy thighs in a lewd manner. 　　Skirt, panties, one by one, were pulled down, revealing her full, steaming vulva—the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen, without exception. 　　He kissed her soft, moist labia for a long time. It was time. Unable to suppress his lust, he quickly pulled down his pants, knelt between her legs, one hand holding his erect penis, the other lifting one of her snow-white thighs. With a forceful thrust, he entered her. 　　Her vagina was tight and slippery. He began to slowly pump in and out. His mother seemed to enjoy the shallow thrusts, even arching her back and hips in rhythm, a perfect harmony. Soon, she actively welcomed him with greater movements. As he penetrated deeper and faster, she gradually experienced the pleasure of sex, and the image of her father appeared in her mind: "Ah, husband." " 　　Mom was panting heavily, her moans urging Uncle to thrust even harder into her vagina. He had finally won over his sister-in-law; all his previous training had been for this moment of pleasure. 　　After several rounds, Mom's juices flowed more and more abundantly, and an orgasm was imminent. Uncle's semen was also fully prepared, ejaculating: 'Ah... Sister-in-law, I promise you, I will definitely take good care of you and my brother from now on, and treat Xiao Xuan well!'" " 　　In a daze, the two of them fell into a deep sleep. This was the first time my uncle and mother shared an unforgettable moment. 　　A month after my uncle left, he sent my mother and me an invitation, partly to put my father in heaven at ease, to keep his promise and simply be normal family members. He was getting married to a woman introduced to him by my grandmother. 　　He had never planned to marry, only to grow old with my mother, but I had unintentionally shattered that beautiful wish, making happiness seem unattainable. 　　My mother stopped working and became increasingly depressed; the house was often filled with the smell of alcohol. After school started, I switched from boarding to day school to make it easier to take care of my mother. At the same time, guilt and heartache constantly welled up in my heart, reminding me: Had I really made a mistake by separating my mother and uncle? 　　On the night of my seventeenth birthday, I solemnly made a wish to the cake my mother had bought for me: 'I only wish that my mother will be happy!'" " 　　Unexpectedly, this wish made the previously relaxed atmosphere heavy again. Mom kept drinking one glass after another, trying to get drunk. I finally couldn't hold back my anger any longer, suddenly snatched the bottle, and drank all the wine in it in one gulp. Then I finished off the other two bottles as well. I felt 　　so dizzy that I quickly collapsed on the sofa, unconscious."

In the dead of night, when I woke up, I found myself lying in my mother's bed, her clothes on, beside me. Understandably, a faint sadness lingered on her beautiful face, tear tracks still visible. A pang of pain shot through me, and I instinctively pulled her closer.

She jolted awake but offered no resistance, silently letting me embrace her. I couldn't bear to watch my heartbroken mother any longer, so I mustered my courage and held her tightly, whispering in her ear, "I love you, Mom. Your sadness is my sadness, your heartache is my heartache. Please, be happy!"

My mother's small mouth parted as if she was about to speak, but I couldn't resist kissing her soft lips. To my surprise, she pushed me away in fear: "Why? Why? Why can Uncle do it, but I can't? I want Mom to be happy too, I want to see Mom full of life and smiling, why?" I was utterly disappointed and despairing, pulling away from the covers, feeling as if I had lost all meaning in life.

Perhaps, Mom and Uncle felt the same way!

Walking into the living room, my mind was clear, but I was completely drunk. I grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table and smashed it over my head. A loud crack echoed, blood gushed out, and I felt no pain.

I had come seeking the scent of love, only to discover that love was a drug that numbs feelings.

Hearing the noise, Mom rushed out of the bedroom. Seeing my state, she cried out in terror, "Xuan'er, don't do this!"

Mom frantically rushed to me, examined the wound, then rummaged through the first-aid kit, sadly and carefully cleaning and bandaging it. Finally, she hugged me and burst into tears, "Son, you are my only one now

. I can't live without you. If anything happens to you, I won't live either, sob sob sob..." I cried too, "I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong. I deserve to die. I ruined your happiness. I regret it now."

Mom hugged me, moved. I mustered my courage once more and gently stroked her smooth back, my little lips meeting hers. This time, she didn't resist, letting me fully savor the sweet, beautiful feeling.

Lying in bed, my mother and I were completely naked. She shyly guided me as I smoothly inserted my well-developed penis into her warm, moist vagina. Her burning vagina tightly enveloped me. Finally, as I deeply injected my vibrant life force into the depths of my mother's womb, I cried, nestled in her arms, filled with immense gratitude. I had become my mother's man.

From then on, every weekend, the world gained another pair of mother and son who could freely and unrestrainedly intertwine their bodies, enjoying the pleasures of love and releasing long-dormant desires.

When senior year of high school started, our previous homeroom teacher was on maternity leave, so naturally, we got a new one—He Jun.

He had just graduated with a master's degree from Beijing Normal University; he was tall, handsome, and had an outstanding presence. Who would have thought that even a handsome man could drool over a beautiful woman!

"Mr. He, I'll need your help with Zixuan from now on," my mother said as she left.

"Ah? Oh. Sorry, I was a little distracted just now." Mom had long, flowing black hair, wore a tight-fitting black business dress, dark stockings that encased her shapely legs, and delicate black stilettos.

Teacher He stared at Mom, mesmerized. "Sister Zixuan, don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of her."

Sister? Many classmates around laughed. Little Hong, always quick to correct mistakes, pointed out, "Teacher He, you've got it wrong. She's not Zixuan's sister, she's her mother!" Hahaha... Uh! Teacher He's face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry! Zixuan's mother looks too young."

Mom said proudly, "No need to apologize, I am young." Amidst laughter and chatter, we successfully completed the registration.

Because of the heavy workload, I moved back to school, and I only had Sundays left to go home.

Mom was worried about my health, so she came to school every few days of the week, not only buying me things but also making me many nutritious meals, making me seem quite pretentious in front of my classmates.

And besides, not only did she come, but she also brought a gift for Teacher He every time. Wasn't she afraid I'd be jealous?

Humph… But why don't I feel annoyed whenever I see her chatting with Teacher He in the hallway? On the contrary, it's quite harmonious.

The first weekend, I didn't go home. Instead, I accepted Teacher He's invitation to play basketball at school to release the immense pressure of the start of the semester. The physical contact, the sweat pouring down—my friendship with Teacher He began on the basketball court.

During class, Teacher He paid close attention to my studies. Occasionally, we'd eat together in the cafeteria at noon or in the evening, chatting about life and gossip. Often during the third period of evening self-study, he'd give me extra help in his office, explaining math problems I didn't understand.

What touched me even more was that he persuaded my mother not to come to the school so often, adding unnecessary psychological burden to me. I absolutely love him!

Time flies like an arrow—this idiom is so fitting for high school seniors. Before I knew it, it was National Day.

Inside the love hotel, the pink lighting created an ambiguous atmosphere. My mother, wearing white stockings, was bending over, her plump buttocks raised, as I slowly thrust into her, supporting her waist.

"So tight, Mom, your asshole is so tight," I exclaimed excitedly.

"This is Mom's first time."

"Ah, Mom, your asshole is bleeding, it's bleeding!" I had truly broken her virginity.

"It's alright, Mom wants to give it to you today." How wonderful.

I pulled my blood-stained penis from my mother's anus and reinserted it into her plump, tender vagina, thrusting hard, fast, and wildly into her alluring body. This was more like a reunion after a short separation!

Ah… my large penis pounded into my mother's vagina, making her sway her hips and waist, her juices flowing freely. At the same time, her seductive moans and the wet sounds of our genitals colliding created the most moving symphony in the world.

Exhausted, I felt a pleasurable sensation as my mother's clitoris sucked at the tip of my penis. I thrust harder, and hot, lustful fluid gushed from deep within her, splashing onto my glans. The tender flesh inside her contracted repeatedly, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, bringing me to the brink of climax.

At that moment, my mother's vagina gripped my penis tightly, twisting and swaying her hips to meet my powerful thrusts. After several dozen thrusts, a strong stream of semen gushed from my penis, mingling and mingling with the gushing fluid from my mother. We, mother and son, reached our climax amidst trembling bodies… the pleasure was indescribable.

I lay in my mother's arms, one hand caressing my newly deflowered buttocks. At the same time, my mother embraced her beloved me, a blissful smile on her face.

"Son," my mother called to me.

"Hmm!"

"What do you think of Teacher He?"

Based on my gut feeling, I said, "I think he's handsome, sunny, very charming, and takes good care of me."

I suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, why are you asking this?"

Mom seemed to have made a huge decision: "If I told you I like him, what would you do?"

What? When did Mom become so direct? To be honest, after a month of getting to know him, I really like this new teacher. He's full of positive energy; he's a friend, an older brother. Could he become my stepfather?

After much thought, I said, "Mom, I don't object to your relationship." After all, I can't always give Mom sexual satisfaction. This period is just a transition for love, a chance to mend the broken happiness. I don't want to repeat the same mistake and give Mom a hopeless life. Besides, from the way Teacher He looked at Mom, I knew he had ulterior motives towards her.

After the conversation ended, I thought I could sleep soundly until dawn, but in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a pleasurable caress.

Mom was straddling me, one hand holding my penis, her small mouth sucking on it, her tongue constantly licking the glans, a tingling, numb sensation.

Seeing I was awake, Mom gave me a captivating, seductive smile, then grasped my penis and began licking from the testicles, inch by inch, until the entire penis was inside her mouth.

The intense pleasure was almost unbearable, so I shifted my position, and we were now in a 69 position, mother and son reversed. My mother's legs were wide open, her black pubic hair, pink vulva, and joyful juices were a breathtaking sight.

I pressed my face against my mother's vulva, licking her plump labia, then pried open her pink vulva with my tongue, sucking on her lovely vulva. Her juices flowed continuously, filling my mouth with a lewd aroma. My

mother worked even harder, moving my huge penis up and down, causing the head of my hard penis, inserted into her mouth, to leak clear fluid.

We were both gently nourished. Mom sprawled onto the bed, parting her labia with her fingers, and opened her legs as wide as possible, saying, "Son, fuck me!"

Moonlight streamed through the window. I knelt between Mom's spread legs, holding my large penis, the head rubbing up and down between her pink vulva. Suddenly, with a thrust, a soft "whoosh" sound, it slid in. Mom arched her body to meet me, and in an instant, my penis was deep inside her, feeling the warmth of her vaginal walls.

I bent down, opened my mouth, and took Mom's erect nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, while my penis thrust in and out of her vagina with great effort. My shiny penis moved in and out of Mom's vagina, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment!

In the midst of our frenzied intercourse, Mom's long hair was scattered messily on the bed, her full breasts swaying up and down with the force of my thrusts. The tender flesh inside her tight vagina, wet with her juices, writhed and clung to my large penis, stimulating my lust even more intensely, and I couldn't help but thrust faster and faster into her vagina.

Mom's juices gushed out incessantly, wave after wave, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

I thrust harder and harder, and Mom, in perfect harmony, arched her breasts and buttocks to meet each of my frenzied thrusts.

At the moment of climax, Mom's body trembled violently, while I breathed heavily, quietly savoring the wonderful taste after our passionate encounter.

"Mom, as long as you need me in the future, I will give myself to you. No matter who you love, I only hope you can be happy!" This was my love for my mother, and also my eternal debt to her for breaking up her relationship with my uncle.

"Thank you, son!" Mom finally tired and fell into a deep sleep.

After that, Mom started dating Mr. He frequently, and I never had any physical intimacy with her again.

From her sweet smile every day, I knew she was happy now.

After the college entrance exam, Mom and Mr. He got their marriage certificate, but they didn't hold a wedding ceremony. Just as the holiday ended and I was about to go to university in the north, Mr. He and Mom asked for my opinion on having a child. I knew that I had no right to interfere with other people's happiness, because Mom's happiness was my happiness! When

I returned from winter vacation, Mom's face was full, and her belly was very prominent; she was already several months pregnant. But no one knew that Mom went to two different hospitals for each prenatal checkup, with different people, and with different feelings.

No one knew that on the night before Uncle's wedding, Mom wore a pure white and elegant wedding dress in his new villa and held a wedding ceremony that belonged only to the two of them. Mom gave her virginity to Uncle, and they made love on their wedding bed all night long, promising to stay together for life!

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