[Wuxia] The King of Romance (Complete) - 20

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[Sequel to "Mother's Love"—Out of Control Mother's Love] (Chapter Two)

The morning at school passed quickly. Ever since my mother's mature, voluptuous body became the outlet for my excess desires, I've actually become more enthusiastic about studying—if my grades drop, my mother will reduce the frequency of our lovemaking; conversely, if my grades are good, my mother will be happy and blush as she agrees to some lewd games. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying is now growing ever higher.

After quickly tidying up my desk, I and a few classmates chatted and laughed as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast wave of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode slowly, and soon I parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home; I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I entered. I quietly opened and locked the door, quickly pulled down my pants, and, naked from the waist down, tiptoed into the kitchen. Hehe, my grandma was taken to Hebei by my second aunt to see her granddaughter half a month ago. My father is away on a road trip and won't be back for at least three more days. Once the door is closed, it's just my mother and me at home, so I'm happy to take the opportunity to be a little more unrestrained.

The flames on the gas stove burn quietly, the soup pot makes a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef soup fills the air. My mother took off her coat and put on a long white floral apron, her back to me as she chopped vegetables. Her full, fleshy buttocks stretched the light blue apron tightly, and because she was leaning forward while chopping vegetables, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips. Her two long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—hehe, the grayish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably changed because they were stained with my semen—and she wore a pair of black patent leather pointed high heels. Her beautiful hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow hard. My mother turned around alertly and saw my ugly, peeking-in face and erect penis. She was both annoyed and amused, and told me to leave with a mix of shyness and reproach. Completely aroused by my mother's office lady attire, stockings, and high heels, I naturally wouldn't listen. I grinned mischievously and pressed myself against her from behind. Before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily kneaded her smooth, soft, fleshy buttocks.

My mother only slightly swayed her hips, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!"

I completely ignored her, continuing to fondle her plump, fleshy buttocks. I even used one hand to reach around to her lower abdomen, stroking her thick, soft pubic hair and her soft, moist labia through her stockings, my middle finger gently probing inside her warm, jade-like vulva.

Since our intimate relationship began, my mother's mature body has become increasingly sensitive under the nourishment of my vigorous penis. As I caressed her genitals and buttocks, her breathing became less soft and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, which I had guided my middle finger into her vagina, was now damp. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her full thighs slowly parted wider, slowing the chopping motions in her hands.

I, too, could no longer contain my surging desire. I pressed down on my mother's slender waist, making her raise her plump, round, silky buttocks. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose down to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly and smoothly plunged into her already overflowing, tender vagina, thrusting fiercely. My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and elastic. With each thrust, my mother's full, round buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands gripping her waist to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, producing a series of crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had already stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now radiant and alluring. Her juices flowed from her red, muddy vulva, leaving trails of lustful moisture on the flesh-colored stockings that covered her smooth, slender legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot penis roam freely over the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous penis, covered in the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vulva and expertly thrust it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent thrusts, was now draped across the table, her long, glossy black hair pressed against it. Her flushed cheeks were pressed against the table, and she held her full, white buttocks in her hands, her tight, supple anus bearing the thrusts of my thick penis.

My right hand reached up to her chest, kneading her breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand roughly gripped her thighs, which were covered in flesh-colored pantyhose. My penis thrust forcefully into the depths of her small anus. Her once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed to melt like oil, making soft squelching sounds with each thrust. Her vagina had been gushing with lustful fluids as my penis violated her anus, and my scrotum, touching it, could feel the heat within.

My intense thrusting caused my mother's body to tremble uncontrollably. Her nipples hardened and stood erect, her tight anus clamping down on my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure. Meanwhile, my left leg continued to rub against my mother's silk-stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in her stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight swelling and pain in her anus as my penis filled it, the hard glans scraping against the soft, folded walls of her intestines. Every subtle touch made her heart tremble, not to mention the electric shock-like sensation from each of my deep, forceful thrusts. Although my mother was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble every time. My son's thick, hard, and hot penis rudely forced open her most intimate and tender anus, rampaging through her rectum, making my mother feel as if her body was melting into my son's strong penis.

As I rode my penis deep inside my mother's soft, supple anus, she moaned softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her moans grew increasingly rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks trembling with each thrust. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for a long time; now, with my penis deep inside her rectum, the soft, wrinkled walls of her rectum coiling around it, I immediately released my semen, ejaculating deep inside her, releasing the second wave of semen I had ejaculated into her body that day. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, one hand grasping her breast, the other caressing her full thighs encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, pressing against her back.

Several minutes passed until my mother's breathing had returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks, and I reluctantly withdrew my now limp penis from her anus. I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against her silk-stockinged legs, the delicate touch of the silk still feeling incredibly pleasurable on my limp penis.

My mother, who had been lying prone for a while, propped herself up and affectionately tapped my forehead with her index finger. "You, you think about this as soon as you get back. You just came this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper? At the parent-teacher conference after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so hasty in handing in your papers early and had checked them carefully, your scores would have been even higher and your ranking would have been higher..."

"Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted her. Seriously, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from my ejaculation, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies? This scene was just too bizarre. I was worried that things might escalate to the point where my mother would discuss my studies while I was passionately thrusting into her, and then I'd definitely become impotent. My

mother rolled her eyes at me: "Now you know you're hungry, huh? You just got back and you're already rushing to do it on me. Back then, even if you had a dragon's head in front of you, you probably wouldn't have looked at it. I should let you go hungry for a few meals to teach you a lesson." Saying this, my mother still quickly and quickly cleaned up the mess between my legs, put her clothes back on, and busied herself serving me rice and dishes. Within minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom's going to get some soup... Oh, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother reminded me a couple of times before hurrying into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant aroma behind.

A moment later, Mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop a spoonful and sip it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face, still flushed from the afterglow of the meal. Only then did she serve herself a bowl of rice and sit down to eat.

Mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. After I finished three bowls, Mother had just finished hers as well, and she served us both another bowl of soup.

With our stomachs full, my mind began to wander again. I stretched my leg under the table and rubbed my foot against Mother's round, stocking-clad calves. Mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, Mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned mischievously and approached Mother, saying I would help her clear the table, but my hands were already restless, lifting her narrow skirt and touching her round, silk-clad buttocks, enjoying the smooth, silky feel and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and perky, accentuating her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. Her smooth, white flesh was plump and tender, full of alluring elasticity. Wearing sheer flesh-colored stockings, the thin silk covering her lower body was stretched taut and translucent by her fair skin. The gossamer-thin fabric clung to her skin like a second skin, her fair skin peeking through the stockings, making it appear even more rounded and white, her plump buttocks ripe and alluring, adding to her seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them a few times, my mother slapped away my hands that were wandering around her buttocks, telling me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

Knowing my mother's temper, I didn't dare to disobey again and obediently withdrew my hand. However, I still made a request to her, "Mom, after you're all dressed up, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to cuddle with you."

My mother gave me a disapproving look. "Alright, alright, my little darling, go to sleep now."

I then kissed my mother on the cheek, went into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for her.

I had intended to wait until she arrived before being affectionate with her, but the intensity of high school studies was too great. Lying in the warm, comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent on the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft, voluptuous body slip into the blankets and hug me from behind. Although I was still very sleepy, I instinctively turned around and hugged my mother. My mother chuckled softly and pulled me closer to her. Her two long, slender legs in stockings intertwined with mine, and her full breasts pressed against my chin. I murmured contentedly, my hand sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, plump buttocks, wrapped in delicate silk, and kneaded them briefly. Satisfied, I intertwined my limbs with hers and drifted off to sleep.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊I am an optional dividing line＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my deep sleep. I yawned wistfully and stretched lazily. My afternoon nap today was of high quality; although I only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed afterward.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and leave quickly. I quickly dressed, washed my face, and found my mother already waiting for me at the door.

I hurried out the door, and as I passed my mother, I quickly pecked her cheek, earning a big eye roll from her. "You're a high school student, still acting like a child." I chuckled foolishly and didn't say anything, then went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways at the intersection, my mother and I went to work or school. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊This is the dividing line with a legitimate reason＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

Time quickly came to the weekend, and I accompanied my mother to see the new house. It was in a newly built residential area in our city, a bit further out than our current neighborhood. However, the construction of the buildings and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than our old one. There were two bus lines passing by the entrance, making it convenient for both going to school and commuting. The apartment layout was nice, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a subsidized housing project—a benefit for my uncle's colleagues at the procuratorate—the price was very favorable. My mother immediately expressed her satisfaction, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, when my father returned from his trip, my mother excitedly told him about the apartment. My father waved his hand and said, "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that after discussions between my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being elderly, didn't want to climb the stairs, so she would live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother boarding at school, only my parents, my father, and I would normally live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father was out on the road, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us. I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovation took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding floors, and ten days was already quite a long time.

After the renovation, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul away some of the larger furniture and appliances in two trips, and then asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace to move the lighter, more fragile items.

This time, I had already made up my mind: last time during the move, I couldn't actually penetrate my mother in the truck, and this time I was going to make up for that regret. Just thinking about it, practically raping my mother right under my father's nose, made my genitals throb painfully.

On the last weekend before the move, my brother also took leave from school to come home and help. Although there weren't any large items, we still managed to fill about twenty boxes and bags of various sizes with all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit down.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, besides the driver's seat, everyone else would have to sit in the back.

However, there was still a big obstacle—my mother was wearing long pants for work today, and getting her to take them off in the van for my pleasure was basically out of the question. Looks like I'll have to think of something…

"Ouch!" "Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you behind me." With my mother's exclamation, I turned around casually and bumped into her as she walked into the room, spilling the entire glass of cola I was holding onto her legs.

My mother didn't suspect anything, just scolded me a few times, and then told me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the clothes I hadn't taken yet. I readily agreed, pushing my mother into the bathroom. "Mom, wait here, I'll get them for you."

After rummaging through the clothes already packed in the box, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the bathroom door. "Mom, open the door, I brought your clothes."

My mother opened the door a crack and let me hand her the clothes in. Tsk, Mother is really something. I know her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet she's so shy and guarded in this situation.

I reached in, using my shoulder to push open the door, and squeezed into the bathroom.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" Mother was both embarrassed and surprised, using her clothes to cover her lower body, which was now only in her underwear after she'd taken off her trousers. "

Hehehe, it's okay, Mom. I just checked, Dad and brother are downstairs! I came to help you change." I replied with a shameless smile.

"Hmph! You child..." Mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtains to look downstairs, and confirmed that Father and Brother were there. She relaxed a little and didn't insist I leave. However, when her gaze returned to the clothes in her hands, she immediately sternly retorted, "I told you to get me some pants, why did you bring this?!"

What I handed to my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose. (Back then, open-crotch pantyhose weren't available for purchase; my mother altered them herself at my repeated requests. The opening was small and discreet, but enough to satisfy her desire for me to have sex with her while she wore them.) Seeing this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind? Still relying on her hands? How could that possibly bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

I quickly stepped forward and hugged my mother's arm, "Mom, didn't we try this when we moved last time? Dad and brother didn't notice. This time, please have mercy and let me have some fun. Besides, it's much safer than last time..."

"Hmph, you, all you think about is this." After all, it's been more than two years since my mother started letting me insert my penis into her anus for sexual release. My mother has become more and more used to and accepting of my various fantasies and lewd thoughts. Under my soft coaxing and persistent pleading, and also worried that if she stayed with me for too long, my father and brother might come upstairs and see us, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation, and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, they won't notice. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this."

My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!"

I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the remaining items were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I happily sat with my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also numerous bags and other items piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, they could barely see me.

As soon as the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous handheld game console from Nintendo; if you're interested, just Google it) that he'd borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; now we were safer. Unexpectedly, my father, though focused on driving, didn't even turn around and scolded me for piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and grin foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's convenient to put things here. It's inconvenient to carry things up and down the car, and it'll save you some trouble later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, almost making me cry out in pain.

Then, as if tossing her hair, my mother glanced at me, her beautiful eyes filled with doting affection and a mischievous smile. That unintentional girlish charm in a mature woman made me instantly mesmerized. Since I began a physical relationship with my mother, while she no longer acts like the absurd characters in erotic novels who abandon their mothers' dignity to become sex toys for their sons, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers. Back when we first started anal sex, she would never have agreed to go panty-free and satisfy my desires under the watchful eyes of my father and brother. Now, she readily accepts it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which gives me a real sense of accomplishment, and my love for her grows even stronger. As

soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to slip my hand under my mother's skirt and caress her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap, the sheer stockings under her skirt outlining the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch and the warmth of her full body instantly aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against her buttocks.

I gestured for my mother to lift her buttocks slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from the confines of her clothing. When my mother sat down again, my burning penis pressed directly between her thighs, tightly gripped by her flesh-colored pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbed against the finely textured, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, a sensation so pleasurable it made me lose all sense of direction.

I thrust my hips back and forth, pumping my fierce penis between her stockinged thighs, while my hands climbed up from under her shirt and caressed her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window, pushing my hands down and only allowing them to rest on her waist.

I didn't insist, one hand caressing my mother's smooth, silk-stockinged legs, the other reaching between her thighs, kneading her genitals through the pantyhose. Soon, my penis, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second encounter.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks, using her fingers to part the opening of her pantyhose. My erect penis almost instantly sprang to life, thrusting straight between her legs. The large glans slid twice against her labia before smoothly penetrating her overflowing, wet vulva.

My mother groaned softly, gripping the back of the front seat tightly with both hands. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became labored. Fortunately, the distance and the slightly open car window completely masked her movements with the wind and the noise of the car.

And so, with her buttocks slightly raised, my hot penis began to thrust in and out of her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as when we were fully engaged in sex in bed. However, the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was far stronger than usual.

After thrusting like this for dozens of times—a tiring position, after all—the car bounced over a pothole, and my mother's legs gave way, causing her to land on my lap. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina and thrust all the way to the very bottom, pressing firmly against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both of us. My father, obviously hearing it, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned around, looking back with concern.

Mother was surprisingly quick-witted today: "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and got jolted. But you, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes."

Father chuckled: "Then you'd better hold on tight from now on, the road ahead is going to be bumpy. Second son, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mom, so hold her tight."

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied loudly and exaggeratedly, wrapping my arms tightly around Mother's slender waist. Mother turned and smiled at me, then turned back, saying, "You drive carefully, your son and I are both seated."

Sure enough, the road ahead became much bumpier, which was undoubtedly a boon for me. With each bounce of the car, Mother's full, round buttocks tossed up and down, her soft, moist vulva moving in and out, teasing my penis. Each time I thrust, I would seize the opportunity to grip my mother's waist and pull her down, allowing my thick, long penis to effortlessly penetrate her vagina to the hilt. Each thrust pounded against her delicate, sensitive cervix, causing her breathing to become increasingly uneven, and her glazed eyes to seem to overflow with desire. Thankfully, my mother was alert, keeping her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother had seen her aroused state in the rearview mirror, things would have been disastrous. At this moment, however, I quite admired my brother. Even on such a bumpy road, he remained engrossed in his small screen, engrossed in his game, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's confused and infatuated state, my hand restlessly moved up from her waist, slipping under the edge of her bra and caressing her soft, full breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and as I kneaded and played with them with my fingers, her breathing became noticeably heavier. My mother was clearly unable to withstand this double assault, and whispered, "Stop...stop playing with me, take your hand away." As she said this, her face was flushed and her breathing was disordered, making her incredibly alluring.

I didn't dare to push my luck; if things went too far and my father and the others found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently withdrew my hand and considerately adjusted her bra. After doing all this, I pecked my mother's round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back."

My mother hummed in response, obediently raising her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted my mother's two plump buttocks with the other, the soft, tender flesh sliding open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, glistening with my mother's vaginal fluid, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my thick penis, my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks were forced inwards, her pink flesh squeezing around and gripping my engorged shaft.

My penis stretched her tightly closed anus until it was perfectly round, without a single wrinkle, the anal sphincter gripping the neck of my glans tightly. At this point, I stopped pushing too hard, allowing my mother some time to adjust.

After a short while, her sphincter relaxed, and she slowly lowered herself, gently swallowing my penis into her tight, warm anus. Next, I didn't need to exert any effort at all. Using the bumps of the car, my mother's soft anus moved up and down, swallowing my thick penis. Although the movements weren't large, the force of gravity ensured that her tight anus swallowed the entire length of my penis each time. The folds of her rectum scraped against my glans, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The elastic, soft anal flesh gripped my penis tightly, almost making me moan with pleasure. Moreover, because my mother was sitting on my lap, her flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful silk-stockinged feet. My hands roamed tirelessly over her silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the smooth, delicate touch of the stockings and my mother's voluptuous, mature body.

Inside my mother's soft, warm anus, the soft flesh coiled around my penis, and her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks, like milk jelly, trembled and rippled with each swallow and release. After being manipulated by my mother's anus for about six or seven minutes, I felt my penis was about to reach its climax. I immediately told my mother to raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I hugged her plump, smooth silk buttocks like I was in a horse stance, vigorously thrusting my hips into her anus. The crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose was already stained dark with water, and her buttocks were wet and slippery. Her anus, penetrated by my hot penis, seemed like melted oil, making soft squelching sounds as I thrust in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but she was afraid that my movements would attract the attention of my father and brother, so she cooperated by sinking her waist down as much as possible, her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, arching back as she thrust. At the same time, she constantly relaxed and tightened her sphincter muscles as I thrust in and out. It felt like a soft, warm little hand was squeezing my penis from deep inside her rectum, giving me even stronger stimulation and pleasure.

After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly increased the speed of my thrusts, gripping my mother's plump, stockinged thighs tightly with both hands. I forcefully thrust my penis into her anus, plunging it all the way in. The walls of her rectum immediately coiled around my penis, writhing incessantly. I released my pent-up semen, my penis trembling violently, and ejaculated thick, turbid semen deep into my mother's intestines.

After ejaculating, my legs went weak, and I sat back down in my seat, holding my mother. I could feel the muscles in my legs still trembling wildly. That position had indeed been too strenuous; if I had stayed in it for another two minutes, my legs would have cramped up.

I lay panting on my mother's back, while she nervously looked ahead: my father and brother were driving and playing games, completely unaware of what was happening behind them. Relieved, I first pulled out a prepared towel, shifted my body slightly to let my limp penis slide out of her anus, and quickly wrapped it in the towel to wipe it clean, which was covered in the bodily fluids of both mother and child. I then quickly cleaned her crotch as well, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odor.

Fortunately, the car window had been open, the wind was strong, and the timely cleanup prevented any smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to the seat. She quietly put on her underwear (which I had taken off and stuffed in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly put my penis back in my pants and zip it up. She whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up my pants, and placed my hands on my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs again—my favorite.

＊＊＊＊＊Do you remember me? I am the dividing line of unpredictable movement ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

After everything was mostly settled at home and my father's vacation was over, I hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I couldn't wait to lock the door, pull my mother into the room, and on the newly bought big bed—which we just bought when we moved to the new house, and my father hadn't even slept on it much—I made my mother pose in various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I used my young, hot, thick semen to lavishly fill every part of my mother's plump and alluring body that could be penetrated: her wet and slippery honey hole, her tight anus, her gentle little mouth. When I finally collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of my mother and son, my mother was also exhausted. Her thick labia were open, and the white semen slowly overflowed from her honey hole, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her originally elastic and tightly closed anus was also manipulated and opened wide, unable to close for a moment, with her anal bud slightly turned out and exposed to the air. A stream of cloudy white semen slowly trickled down the engorged, reddened anus, merging with the semen flowing from the vagina and pooling on the sheet beneath the mother's buttocks. Looking down, the mother's alluring, full thighs were encased in a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings, now clearly stained with several wet streaks and dried semen stains, and torn in a few places. The exposed, snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sensual by the flesh-gray stockings. Above, a pool of semen could be seen between the mother's heaving, full breasts, her rosy lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, semen also smeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and her brows showing both exhaustion and satisfaction.

I was really pent up during my father's two-week stay at home. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, we only had one other quick encounter while he was renovating the new house. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with her in the car. Now I've completely let loose, and of course, I'm going to have sex until I'm utterly exhausted… completely drained. My mother is the same. My father is busy with the renovations and moving, and he's exhausted every day. He basically falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow. Although we've had sex a few times, for my mother, who's gradually gotten used to my burgeoning sexual desires and having sex at least once a day, my father doesn't provide the same intense pleasure as my son. Besides, my mother is in her forties, and her sensitive body, after being deeply explored by me, can't be satisfied by just a few quick thrusts from my father. So, as soon as my father left, I pulled her into the room, and she responded with extraordinary enthusiasm, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more. We continued until both of us were sore and weak.

I managed to turn over, and my mother and I lay face to face, chatting for a while. She generously straddled my lap with one of her shapely, long, silk-stockinged legs, allowing me to stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, she fell silent.

I had once jokingly asked her whose penis was bigger, mine or my father's, which had angered her greatly. She said that she and I were already doing enough for my father, and that my question made her feel like one of those promiscuous women, and she hadn't let me touch her for days. So, seeing her silence this time, I assumed I had upset her again and was about to apologize when she sighed softly, "Your dad…" She only managed two words before falling silent again.

I could tell my mother was troubled, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, she sighed and told me that as my father got older, he couldn't satisfy her in bed as much. My mother had always thought this was normal, and because of my affair, she felt guilty towards him and had never said anything about it. However, during this move, she discovered through some clues that while my father, due to his fastidious nature, had never visited prostitutes while on the road, he was using his limited time at home to have affairs with other family members of the truck drivers. This discovery infuriated her—she had assumed his inability in bed was due to work fatigue and his advancing age, and because of her guilt, she hadn't complained and had been exceptionally gentle and considerate towards him. But…

However, out of consideration for me, she didn't confront him directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, couples rarely argued, fought, or divorced. And considering her own incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have no right to criticize her father. So, she kept these things to herself until today, when one of my unintentional remarks triggered her feelings, and that's when she finally told me.

To be honest, my first reaction upon hearing the news was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel so guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely devote more attention and affection to me—a great thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so direct with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, and you and I can be together—it's a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason we've progressed to this point is more to suppress my adolescent desires and let me focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, she seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's betrayal has greatly facilitated the shift in my mother's mindset, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman will want to completely conquer her, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's what I truly thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity has given me the opportunity to completely make my mother my woman.

While gently comforting my mother, I was secretly plotting my actions. My mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had condoned my physical abuse of her. Now, she was discussing her sex life with my father while naked with her son. This maternal love was beginning to spiral out of control…

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PPS: I found a serious error in the text: the original stated that my father, due to his germaphobia, never visited prostitutes, but I mentioned that my mother had discovered him doing so. Fortunately, it was only mentioned briefly in the text and has now been corrected. My apologies for the inconsistency!

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Please excuse my poor writing; it's mainly because I'm hopelessly lazy. After writing and posting it, I had no motivation to do anything more substantial—in fact, I find it hard to believe that Chapter 3 even came out: I'd already racked up points, leveled up several times, and even masturbated to my heart's content, so why was I still sitting in front of the computer typing? It's probably only thanks to the strong presence of my fellow readers, and the enduring spirit of many senior authors—uh, no—their spirits are still alive! Speaking of which, clearly and completely typing out the fragments in my mind is an almost impossible task, especially when trying to do justice to my readers while ensuring sufficient erotic content without it seeming forced.

Finally, I wish all my fellow readers a Happy New Year! It's a bit late, but please bear with it!

After

learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, the unease I felt upon seeing him again vanished instantly. Previously, because of my possession of my mother, I had always felt a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now... well, seeing him, I felt a mixture of anger and a sense of accomplishment, much like a young man seizing power and status from a weakened, elderly man.

Although my outward attitude towards my father remained unchanged, it was merely a facade. Whenever he lectured me, I verbally obeyed, but inwardly I scoffed. After all, I had taken the woman who originally belonged solely to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight anus, which my father had never experienced. It was difficult for me to feel any more fear or trepidation towards him. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly attached to me and increasingly distant from my father, a sense of accomplishment as a man made me feel more and more that I could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.

Since having this thought, I've become increasingly proactive in my interactions with my mother.

My mother, in turn, showed no aversion to this change; instead, when we were alone, she displayed a more submissive, wifely demeanor. Even, with my subtle hints, she began to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he came home.

My father, however, didn't seem to notice this shift in my mother. On one hand, he no longer had a strong desire for my mother's familiar body; on the other hand, many couples my father's age already had a low frequency of sex, and having already satisfied himself with his mistress, he didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that my mother hadn't pressured him to have sex.

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and tolerant nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older and couldn't handle long-distance driving all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle, who was still in a position, help him get transferred back to an office job, perhaps a dispatching position—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was much easier. If my mother had exposed the affair then, my uncle would definitely have found out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he might have sent my father back to the ancestral hall in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly have fallen through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that she felt she was even with him this way. To allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and focus on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she would satisfy my restless nature physically. However, the incestuous relationship between mother and son, a transgression unacceptable to society, remained a persistent shadow over her heart, especially in front of my father, where she would unconsciously feel guilty and ashamed.

In fact, after discovering my father's affair, after a brief period of disbelief and indignation, my mother felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her chest, making her breathing exceptionally easy.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly approve of my father having a mistress.

Therefore, she was quite reluctant to accept his occasional advances, and I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let him touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped seeking intimacy with her.

That's probably how people are; they become indifferent to what's readily available, and over time, they even grow weary of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would neglect my mother's mature and voluptuous body to seek excitement elsewhere. I've met the woman he was seeing. She was eight or nine years younger than my mother, her breasts weren't as big—though they were firmer—her buttocks weren't as round, her skin wasn't as fair, and, well, she wasn't as attractive as my mother in my eyes. However, she knew how to dress well; perhaps what people call being flirtatious. But I still preferred the way my mother looked when I rode her, shy yet full of desire.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus mainly so that I could concentrate on my studies afterward. Now, however, she unconsciously dresses according to my preferences, and even changes into sexy and revealing clothes when we're alone to please me—of course, she remains reserved and modest in public. To match this, she never forgets to wear various types of sheer stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or garter stockings on her long, shapely legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover, she's become increasingly accepting of my previously unthinkable bold requests—thanks to the great Internet, my lewd thoughts are constantly evolving.

By the time I graduated from junior high, a few internet cafes had already opened in our county.

During my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased; by my second year, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few of his classmates, I went to an internet cafe for the first time that Chinese New Year. Following Xiao Dao's instructions, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then Xiao Dao handed me a small note: "Bro, I've got something good for you to see!"

Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and Basic programming, so I was quite lost when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily typed "www...." on the keyboard, following Xiao Dao's instructions step by step. (Hehe, if you smile knowingly when you see this URL, it proves you, like S-kun, experienced that era.) After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully. "Done. Pick what you like to read."

After saying that, Xiao Dao turned to focus on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it, and wow, he had already quickly opened a picture. The picture showed a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman who was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's also on the website I just gave you. Take your time looking at it."

I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and awkwardly operated the mouse and keyboard. I opened the adult literature section, browsed for a while, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly opened the incest literature section and opened a story called "My Mother" and read it voraciously...

I don't know how much time had passed when Xiao Dao patted my shoulder, "Brother, let's go back?"

He then leaned closer. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted the content—"Uncontrolled Mother and Son," an early and well-known story about incest, and one of the few at the time to focus on anal sex. For a little pervert like me, obsessed with a mother's tight anus

, it was a real treat. Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Bro, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, son fucking mother's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite enjoyable." He then glanced sideways at my bulge, gave me a knowing, knowing smirk.

I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit surprised. It turned out this guy shared similar tastes. No wonder he found me those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he was into that kind of thing too! But I had no desire to talk to him right now. After reading over ten articles about incest between mothers and sons, my penis went from hard to soft to hard again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my aroused desires on my mother's voluptuous and alluring mature body.

After calming my restless penis down, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing some billiards, and Xiao Dao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really had no interest. What entertainment could compare to the unbearable pleasure my mother's warm lips, wet vagina, and tender anus gave me?

I made up an excuse and, without waiting for them to stop me, hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, occasionally adjusting my position—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched taut in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually takes me ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, my lust-fueled state still made it feel like hours had passed. I clumsily parked my bike against the wall and rushed upstairs.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague's child at my father's workplace is getting married today, and my father went to help drive them pick up relatives. My brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past three in the afternoon, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. If I'm not mistaken, only my mother will be home.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home..." I saw my father's suede shoes lying on the floor beside my mother's ankle boots. I froze: My father is home! Damn!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!"

"Yeah, Dad, weren't you going to help out at Uncle Xu's son's wedding? Why are you back?" Feeling disappointed, I asked my father listlessly while slowly changing my shoes.

My father was clearly in a good mood and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head: "Ah, several relatives from their hometown had to go home after lunch and said they'd go back before the main banquet tonight. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I said I'd take them. I could drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around five to go to the hotel, saving me some travel time. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this."

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

I cursed inwardly, but managed a weak reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen my mother since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 PM, she had just tidied up the house. She must be tired, so she went to bed."

"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time." I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always talks about me with a face full of pride. Every time he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun things he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father has no idea that I, the son he is so proud of, have gradually replaced his position and role in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he has never touched, have become places for my penis to run rampant. I have put his gentle and virtuous wife in all sorts of lewd and seductive positions on the big bed that originally belonged to the two of them and have fucked her no less than a hundred times. And in his seemingly clean and comfortable home, there were traces of my mother and I indulging in passionate lovemaking almost everywhere—on the very sofa where he is now sitting, I often leaned back comfortably, watching TV while enjoying the royal treatment of my mother, who was naked from the waist up and only wearing sexy stockings and high heels, kneeling between my legs to give me oral sex. Such a thing is probably something my father could never have imagined.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and relief: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say these words to my father, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in an animal pride. When facing my father, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I now understand a little why, even though no man would tolerate the shame of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, I naturally couldn't go into her bed to enjoy her mature and alluring body.

I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep because my aroused desires hadn't been released. I tiptoed to the door, peeked through a crack, and saw my father smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the desk drawer, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient for him and my mother to have sex, so I'd have her take off her worn stockings for me to masturbate with. This year, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but honestly, I still prefer the stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to play with, rather than just holding them in my hands for masturbation.

I slipped one leg of the sheer gray pantyhose, still faintly scented with my mother's skin, onto my hand, gripped my hard penis, and began stroking it up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose, brought it to my face, and smelled and licked it.

Since discovering my stocking fetish, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at her hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy her a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of relatively good quality—and of course, not cheap—the material was smooth and soft, clinging to my mother's plump, fleshy legs. Touching them always made me intoxicated. During sex with my mother, I almost always had one hand constantly caressing her stockinged legs.

Now that I can't enjoy my mother's mature body, I can only use her stockings to masturbate. I need to calm my erect penis down first…

So, while smelling and licking them, my hand kept moving. My once-intense penis ejaculated a large amount of thick, white semen through my mother's ultra-thin pantyhose, and then slowly subsided.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked gray stockings under the bed, and crawled under the covers. After releasing my pent-up emotions, I felt much calmer and soon fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, my father shook me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"

"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick up some people. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."

"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but after hearing my father's words, I immediately woke up and objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine then. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few of Lao Xu's relatives. You and your mother should pay attention to the time. The banquet is set for 6:30. Don't be too late. I'll be going now."

I nodded, and my father turned and left my room.

I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room when she responded, and then my father went out.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, then rushed across the living room, opened my mother's bedroom door, and dashed onto her bed.

My mother seemed to be getting up, sitting against the headboard getting dressed, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in the air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When are you going to learn to be a little more composed?" she said, shaking off half of the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

After all, she was my mother; her first thought was that I should be warm. I chuckled, slipped under the covers, and immediately snuggled up to her, planting a big kiss on her fair cheek.

I had just been lying in bed for a while, my mother's full, soft body, clad only in her underwear, pressed against me almost without any gap, making it incredibly comfortable to hold her.

I wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist and pulled her back into the covers. My mother chuckled softly, reaching out to hug my neck and bringing her lips to mine.

Without hesitation, I captured her moist, red lips with my own, my tongue skillfully venturing into her mouth, finding her smooth, soft tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored her mature, full body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays in Mandarin they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear, I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised this question, many places call it cotton undershirt and thermal underwear, and that's what I call it in my hometown too). With her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, stockings and pantyhose became almost a standard part of my mother's wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother wore a pair of flesh-colored, crystal-clear sheer stockings under her underwear.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful, stockinged legs, and eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I fully savored the warm, fleshy scent emanating from my mother's body and the smooth, delicate feel of the stockings on my tongue and lips, leaving wet streaks on her flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, melodious moans that seemed to be both resisting and welcoming.

When my tongue passed over the lace trim at the top of my mother's stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, my mother couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through the thin layer of silk floss, I diligently licked the indentation between my mother's plump mounds. Soon, a large patch of her panties was soaked, thanks not only to my saliva but also to the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother.

After giving her oral sex through her panties for a while, I slightly raised my head and used my teeth to bite the elastic band of her panties, trying to pull them off. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last layer of protection around her vulva.

My hands caressed her smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs.

I buried my head between her legs again, parting her already wet vulva with my tongue, and plunging it into her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, striving to explore the depths of her vulva. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under my oral stimulation, my mother's initial low humming grew increasingly rapid, gradually transforming into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, fueling my growing desire.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis harden and throb slightly, I finally pulled my head out of the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flavor. Then, I eagerly parted her legs and thrust my hot, erect penis into her already wet and sticky vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina wasn't as tight as the young women described in books, but the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort.

Most importantly, the thrill of watching my thick, hard penis thrusting in and out of my mother's honey pot was irreplaceable by any other sensation. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each touch, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

Caught up in the moment, I bent down and hoisted my mother's long, slender, silk-stockinged legs onto my shoulders, then lowered my head and gently nibbled at her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. She cried out in surprise, looking up to see my wicked grin. She pinched my chest, both amused and annoyed, "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's...off off?"

I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed her rounded thighs, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing her wet, swollen vulva to my gaze. With a sudden thrust, my thick, hard penis, glistening with the secretions of both mother and son, forced open her half-open labia and plunged fully into her.

My mother groaned softly, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doting son thrust wildly into her. From her angle, she could see the glistening fluid on the veined shaft of her penis as it withdrew from her lips, adding another layer of blush to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, my mother's moans grew louder. Holding her plump, smooth, silk-stockinged legs, I thrust my penis vigorously into her vagina while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate feet, which I had raised in mid-air. This caused her to chuckle softly, ticklishly, between her moans. Amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my saliva all over her legs, which were encased in flesh-colored stockings.

After thrusting violently on my mother hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had held up for a while, patted her white buttocks to signal her to lie on her side, and then pulled the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled and glanced at me, praising me, "Good son, you know how to care for others now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her voluptuous, silk-stockinged legs. I knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, easily penetrating to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her vulva. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets from the gap where my mother and I were joined. Meanwhile, I sat beneath my mother's other beautiful leg, encased in smooth stockings. My movements rubbed against her buttocks and inner thighs, sending waves of smooth, soft sensation through me, further arousing my desire.

However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes, thrusting into my mother's wet, moist vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath. Partly, my mother's leg was getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own back and legs were aching and numb. After a

short rest, I had my mother turn over, raising the other leg. I rubbed my erect penis, covered in secretions, against my mother's stockings, then pressed it against her light brown anus, already soaked with her vaginal fluids. With a slight push, the large, glistening, purplish-red glans forced its way through the tight yet soft anus, slowly plunging completely between my mother's two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was quite skilled at anal sex, she couldn't just rush in like she had with the vaginal canal.

She let out a long breath, adjusting to the full, hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, indicating I could move.

With her permission, I naturally gave it my all. Stroking and playing with her soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began thrusting into her tight, wet anus.

My mother straightened her back, her smooth, plump buttocks trembling with each thrust of my penis, accompanied by soft moans of "Ah...ah..."

As her body writhed, her long hair spread across the pillow, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes half-open, occasionally furrowing her brow at my vigorous movements. She looked both delicate and alluring, stimulating me to become even more ferocious, and her moans grew louder.

My thick, hard penis slid in and out between my mother's fair, plump buttocks, penetrating to the hilt with each thrust, stretching her tender anus even wider. As it withdrew, the menacing purplish-red glans caused my mother's small anus to bulge out from the cleft of her buttocks, the elastic anal flesh enveloping my penis, sending me a warm and soft, wonderful sensation.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, fleshy aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis in and out of my mother's tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing my mother's snow-white body writhe with each powerful thrust, her full breasts and plump buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft touch of her flesh beneath me, I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's smooth, plump buttocks.

With a crisp "smack," the white flesh trembled violently, and the low moan my mother had been deliberately suppressing in her throat suddenly rose much higher, a groan that seemed to be in pain but wasn't, escaping from her red lips and scattering into the air. Seeing my mother biting her teeth but her eyes glazed over, I let go of my initial trepidation, chuckled, and began to knead her beautiful, round buttocks without any mercy, thrusting forcefully in and out of her mature anus, drying her tender asshole until it turned red. While manipulating my mother's soft, supple anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her plump buttocks, which trembled with each thrust of my penis. Soon, her originally snow-white buttocks were stained with a vibrant color. With each slap, her moans would rise uncontrollably.

Heh, it seems novels are indeed based on life but are also more real than life; even the most absurd erotic novels apply.

Although my mother certainly didn't experience the multiple orgasms I brought her to, like some masochistic heroines in novels, I felt that every time I slapped her buttocks—I didn't dare use too much force, afraid she would get angry—her snow-white buttocks would spasm and tighten. Between the soft flesh, a tight, fleshy ring gripped my penis, making me almost foam at the mouth—of course, referring to my penis!

Looking down, I saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, like a thin red thread encircling my penis. With a gentle pull of my glans, her soft, tender anus opened, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh that twitched slightly against my penis, ripe and alluring.

At this moment, my mother's legs had come down, and she was lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump, snowy buttocks arching back with all her might. Maintaining my kneeling position on one of her silk-stockinged legs, I grasped her warm, plump buttocks with both hands, and pushed my penis forward. Her anus immediately tightened, sinking into her buttocks. Her tender anus gripped my penis tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base, the entire penis enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, both tight and slippery.

Holding my mother's plump buttocks tightly, with each rapid thrust, my mother's body trembled even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and charming expression, her wet anus gripping my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah."

The tender flesh of her rectum rubbed against my glans, sending a blissful, tingling sensation through me. My mother's cheeks flushed red, her hands gripping the headboard, she writhed her plump, white buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts, the flesh slapping loudly against my lower abdomen, her vagina overflowing with fluids.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."

My mother was clearly aroused as well, speaking haltingly,

"I'm your...good son...you're my mother too..."

Her moans grew increasingly urgent, her snow-white, plump buttocks jiggling under the thrusting of my penis. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long, and now my penis was deep inside her rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it, constantly writhing. I immediately released my pent-up ejaculation deep within her intestines.

This ejaculation was exceptionally plentiful. I lay on top of my mother, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs rubbing against her ample, silk-stockinged thighs, my eyes half-closed, enjoying the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks, pressed beneath me, trembled and quivered, occasionally clenching my still-erect penis, squeezing out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over myself and my mother, covering ourselves completely. I turned my head to kiss her. My mother turned her head to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her soft, moist tongue until my neck ached. Only then did I reluctantly release her lips, rolling off her to lie beside her.

My mother turned over and smiled gently at me. "We should get up and get ready to go to the hotel."

"Okay,"

I nodded, getting up to get dressed. My mother dressed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. I went back to the room to get dressed, and then we went out together and hailed a taxi to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, my father was already sitting there, chatting animatedly with a group of colleagues, smoking. I went over to greet him, but he waved dismissively at my mother and me before turning back to his conversation.

My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and soon my brother arrived. He didn't say much before my father called him to their table for drinks. As my father's colleagues at the table put it, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now, it's time for him to have a drink."

Actually, my brother often drank with his classmates at the sports school, and my parents probably knew but turned a blind eye.

Anyway, after a while, the banquet began. Since I was sitting with a group of aunties and grandmothers, no one was drinking, so I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was very warm, and there were many people, so the bride wore a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and a hint of her ample bosom. The bridesmaid was rather plump and clearly less attractive than the bride. I maliciously speculated that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive to be her foil.

The bride was standing next to me while she was toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and taut. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me. After

the bride finished toasting and left, I was turning my head to admire her curvaceous back, especially her round, pert buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me.

I turned back and saw my mother's puffed-up profile, and couldn't help but chuckle to myself. She was jealous, huh

? I whispered in her ear that she should find me in the restroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the restroom. I looked around the restroom—good, no one was there. I went back to the door and patiently waited for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, she blushed and lightly spat.

"You naughty son, you're getting more and more shameless! What did you call me here for? To go see someone's bride!"

"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell jealousy?" I grinned and leaned closer, hugging my mother tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hands away. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us!"

"Okay, let's go inside. I've checked, no one's in." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances on her outside of home, there were so many people at the banquet, and someone could come in at any time. Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite a hassle.

My mother was very hesitant, holding my hand to stop me from acting out, and said sourly, "Mom's getting old and losing her looks, you should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride."

Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself, and said to my mother with a serious face, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful and loving woman in the world. Having you is enough for me for the rest of my life, how could I possibly look at other women!"

My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a clichéd line that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make her heart flutter for a mother who had never received a sweet word from my father.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face, her shy and hesitant expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I became even more aroused and reached out to undo her belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge my desires in this situation. In the end, my mother persuaded my lustful impulses—without taking off her clothes, she gave me oral sex.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees, standing there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, then squatted down in front of me, skillfully taking my already erect penis into her mouth and beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating that afternoon, I had only wiped my genitals briefly, leaving some marks from our lovemaking on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, she would clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite nervous making this request for the first time, but my mother hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

However, that was because I had given her an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But today, with only some semen and nectar on it, my mother naturally didn't mind.

She first licked my entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it shiny and oily, before taking the menacing glans into her mouth and beginning to move my penis in and out of her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis slide in and out between my mother's red lips, and with her using her tongue to probe the groove between my glans and shaft to help me ejaculate quickly, while

simultaneously stroking my testicles, I was deeply moved. Under my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills had improved considerably, and she could now comfortably accommodate my thick, long penis penetrating her throat.

So, she would frequently open her mouth wide to vigorously stroke my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me experience the pleasure of her tight throat gripping my shaft. Other times, she would gently spread my urethral opening with her tongue, brushing it back and forth, making me gasp with pleasure.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, despite having just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I was about to reach my limit and sucked even more vigorously. Finally, a strong tingling sensation ran through my glans, which my mother was holding in her mouth, and I began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see that with each ejaculation, my mother's throat moved rhythmically, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used the tip of her tongue to scoop up all the remaining semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneeling beside me in a submissive posture, performing this lewd service, I felt my still-soft penis, which had just ejaculated, was still showing signs of arousal.

Suddenly, my mother lightly flicked my wet penis. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and get dressed and get out of here."

I chuckled foolishly and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was there. I went to the door, looked around, and then turned back to indicate to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, then looked back at herself in the bathroom mirror to tidy her clothes and hair. Only when she felt everything was alright did she let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that I would study even harder next semester before she finally stopped, still not satisfied. To be honest, since I became intimate with my mother, I'm not as fearful of her lectures as I used to be. Before, if I got really annoyed, I could throw a tantrum or give her the cold shoulder. But now, if I dare show even the slightest impatience, it's my mother who gets the tantrum, and she even has a trump card—she won't let me touch her. So, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I have no choice but to listen to her nagging respectfully.

I affectionately took my mother's arm and walked back to my seat. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own little devils who were always causing trouble with their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a mother-son relationship as good as ours. I smiled shyly, glanced at my mother, and chuckled inwardly. You wouldn't believe how much better my mother and I are in bed!

Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I was completely oblivious. A pair of bewildered eyes stared at my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away...

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