I went to my mother's house on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

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I got up really early on the morning of Lunar New Year's Day

, knocked on my parents' door, and sat in their hotel for a bit—that was my New Year's greeting. Then I went to my dorm and made some dumplings that I'd frozen the night before. My mom was indeed wearing those leggings again today, but my wish hadn't come true; she was still wearing that long trench coat. We're going back to our hometown tomorrow at noon. After breakfast, I took them to see some nearby attractions.

In the evening, we put the leftover food in a hot pot—just enough for a simple meal. Of course, alcohol was a must; I went to the convenience store myself and bought some high-proof liquor. I poured my mom a glass. This liquor was indeed strong; one glass was equivalent to one and a half glasses. After half a glass, I felt a little tipsy.

Why did I buy high-proof liquor? Because I wanted my dad to drink more. Although there's no direct causal relationship between my dad's drinking and my mom's interactions, I just wanted him to drink more. My dad kept saying the liquor was good, and my mom seemed to be taking charge a bit more, becoming more talkative.

After one glass, I was really tipsy. My mom had drunk most of her glass, and my dad's second glass was almost empty. My dad asked me to pour him another glass, but my mom refused, saying we should drink at home, what was the point of drinking here? My dad, however, said that it was precisely because we were in a big city that we should drink more. Sigh, what does being in a big city have to do with drinking more? It seems my dad is starting to have some influence. I poured him another half glass, and my dad downed the rest in one gulp, then asked me to pour him another glass.

"What's so good about this wine? I'm already dizzy after drinking most of this. It would be so much better to talk over drinks, but you have to drink until you're completely drunk," my mom started nagging my dad again, seeing that she couldn't stop him.

"Look at you, it's the New Year, are you acting like you usually do? It's perfectly normal for the two of us to have a little drink," my dad said with a smile. My dad is an honest and kind man, and he rarely argues with my mom.

"The problem is you drink quite a bit all the time, don't you know your limits?"

"I don't usually get a chance to drink with my son, it's only once or twice a year, isn't it?" "Alright, Mom, you finish the rest, Dad and I will finish this, it's fine, not much." I chimed in.

"Oh, right, did you see what our son said? The two of us are in the same trench this time." My dad said proudly.

"Yes, Dad, I wish I were in the same trench with you." I looked at my mom with a mischievous smile.

"Hmm, finally in the same trench..." My mom suddenly remembered something. "What are you talking about?

You even brought up trenches." My mom's face was flushed.

"Come on, son, this one's bigger." My dad picked up his glass. "

Okay, Dad, let's fight side by side, come on, Mom, you pick up yours too." "You'll start snoring again after drinking too much." My mom still picked up her glass. "It's hard to fall asleep even when I move around, how have I slept well these past two nights?" My mom said slightly.

"Hey, it's okay, it's the last night. If you really can't sleep, you can make do here for the night. It's the floor, it's not cold, and we have blankets and quilts. I can sleep comfortably on the floor." I quickly added.

"Oh, right. You can make do here for the night. I won't bother you. Besides, if you can't sleep, it's not my fault, it's yours. Come on, drink up." My dad's support was brilliant. Perhaps, my dad thought my support was brilliant too.

"So I'm really going to sleep here for the night?"

"Alright, it's not as spacious as a hotel. You sleep here, I'll sleep in the hotel. The bed there is too small, I'll be more comfortable by myself."

My mom didn't say anything more, glanced at me, took a big gulp, and even choked a bit.

My dad finally finished drinking, and I took him back to the hotel next door. Actually, I was also drunk, and I was a little unsteady on my feet. When I came back, I heard my mom taking a shower in the bathroom. I sat on the sofa, my mind wandering. With my beautiful mother in front of me, after these two days of interaction, I really have other thoughts. But, after all, she's my mother. Even if I have these thoughts, given her personality, she definitely wouldn't agree. It's the New Year, and I can't afford to ruin our relationship.

I randomly pressed the remote control, and my mother came out. My goodness, my mother has such a great figure. She was wearing a red thermal undershirt, and her buttocks were so taut, it made me want to slap her. Her thighs and her lower abdomen were round and full. A beauty, a beauty. How can I describe it? I can't describe it. I'll just show you the pictures and not waste any more words. I'm so drooling.

My mother stood outside the bathroom, her head tilted to the side, drying her hair with a towel. Looking at my stunned expression, she said,

"Have you settled your father in? It's cold back home now, and it's not convenient to shower at home, so he took a shower here." "He's settled in, please shower, please shower." I looked my mother up and down, stammering. How come I never noticed how good my mother's figure was before?

"Are you drunk? Or just confused?" I'd already finished washing up. My mom said with a smile.

"Oh, right, right. I'm done washing up." My eyes never left her.

"Well then, you should sleep in your bed. Don't bother anymore. I'll get the blanket from your closet, and I'll make a makeshift bed on the floor in the living room." My mom went into my bedroom after saying that. Only then did I realize what was happening and quickly followed her in.

"No, Mom, you sleep in the bed, I'll make a makeshift bed on the floor." I said as I went into the bedroom. My mom was already looking for a blanket.

"You're young, you can't let your back get cold. You sleep in the bed." My mom turned back to me and said.

"No, it's precisely because I'm young that I'm fine. I'll make a makeshift bed on the floor." I grabbed the blanket from my mom.

"Just listen to me, that's right. Your mom isn't that delicate. Besides, don't keep moving your pillow around." My mom pulled the blanket over again.

"Don't argue, the bed isn't small, let's sleep together." I said, looking at my mom.

"What's the difference between sleeping in a hotel and sleeping in a hotel?"

"My dad's snoring will disturb your sleep."

"You share a bed with me, you don't snore, but... who knows if you snore or not?" My mom's face turned even redder.

"I can make you sleep better."

"Alright, that's fine then, I'll just go outside and sleep on the floor."

"Mom, no, Mom." I stopped pulling the blanket up and instead hugged her.

"Hugging again, don't think I don't know what happened on the bus just because I'm drunk." "Mom, saying that proves you're drunk."

"Ouch, stop.

You stepped on the blanket." "Put the blanket on the bed." I snatched the blanket away and threw it on the bed. Then I hugged my mom again.

"Be good, ah, be good, I won't sleep on the floor anymore, be good." "Okay, I'll carry you to the bed."

"Ouch, you... this won't do. Take your hands off me."

"So big, so tight, Mom." My mom pulled my hand away from her butt, but I immediately touched it again.

"You can't do this, stop touching me, you'll feel uncomfortable later. Listen to me." "Mom, let me touch you, you're making me so craving you."

"Why did the light go out? This won't do." "

It's stuck to the wall switch, it's okay, Mom, I won't turn it back on.

" "Don't put your hand inside, just touch it from the outside." In the darkness, my mom whispered her refusal. And I had already put my hand inside my mom's thermal pants.

"No, don't take it off, don't take it off." My mom was pulling up my pants because I was taking off my own.

"It's okay, I'll just hold you like this for a while, look, I really can't take it anymore." I took my mom's hand and placed it on my hard penis.

"You really, don't do this, this won't do." My mom immediately moved her hand

away. "Like this, Mom, I'll release soon." I inserted my penis between her legs, put both hands inside my mom's pants, and started simulating thrusting while holding her buttocks.

"You've had too much to drink. This won't do. Take it out. No." "I

'll be out in a minute, ouch, it hurts."

"Don't, don't take mine off, ouch."

"It's okay, Mom, it won't go in like this." We stood facing each other. I had pulled my mom's thermal pants down below her buttocks, and my hard penis was inserted between her legs, without any barrier, just like that, being squeezed between my mom's flesh. Our pubic hair was mixed together, and my penis could clearly feel the heat from my mom's peach blossom cave.

"It's not about whether it goes in or not, you're doing this...you're doing this, is it right?" "Mom, please, I haven't felt this for two years, please, I'll be out in a minute, don't squeeze so tightly, it hurts."

In the darkness, my mom didn't say anything more. Perhaps she was affected by my emotions, and her legs really didn't squeeze so tightly anymore. I'm 25 years old. Back in my hometown, many people my age already have children. Maybe my mom can understand me.

Or maybe, because of the alcohol, my mom also felt something. Because I could clearly feel her breathing becoming faster and faster, and my penis becoming increasingly wet.

I stood there, holding my mother, performing the most primal and passionate act. Although I couldn't see my mother's expression, I imagined her face was even redder, and her eyes were slightly closed.

"Mom, when I cum... I want to get some inside."

"Absolutely not." I received a slap on the back. "

Not 'insert'." "

Then why 'get it inside'?" "

I mean, I want to get some semen inside." "

How can I get it inside if it doesn't go in?"

"Wait a minute, spread your legs a little wider, and I'll cum at the entrance. It hurts a lot like this." "Is it almost there?"

"Yeah, almost there. Yes, spread them a little wider, I'll try."

My mother was now in a half-squatting stance, her legs slightly bent, trying to spread them apart. But unfortunately, her thermal underwear was too tight, severely limiting the angle at which her legs could open. I tried, but it still didn't work, so I pulled down my mother's pants. My mother said no, but she cooperated by lifting her leg, making it easier for me to pull down one pant leg. I hugged my mom again; the skin-to-skin sensation felt so good. I half-squatted, adjusted my angle, and felt that slippery area—this was it. Without hesitation, I thrust upwards, then grabbed my mom's buttocks with my other hand. Damn, my glans perfectly missed my mom's vulva. My mom shivered from the stimulation. My glans was already completely wet.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go in?" My mom pushed me away.

"Mom, this is my home. I want to go home." I hugged my mom again.

"Just like before, be good, be good. Come out quickly." My mom's voice was full of tenderness as she hugged me tightly and then clamped my penis between her legs.

"Much better than before, it's completely wet." In the darkness, I groped for my mom's buttocks and breasts; my mom didn't stop me anymore.

"Stop talking, hurry up and come out, be gentle."

"Spread your legs a little wider, I need to wipe there."

"Will this work? If you move slower, you can wipe it."

My mom was right, I slowed down, my glans slowly pushed open my mom's labia majora, then rubbed against the opening, and went in sideways. Now it was like my mom was riding on my penis. With each friction, my mom trembled, and after I went in, she quickly squeezed her legs together. Then she relaxed, waiting for my next sideways thrust.

After a few times, my mom got tired, and her standing position changed. So I suggested we continue on the bed, and my mom didn't object. I picked her up and put her on the bed. Still with her legs together, I thrust into my mom.

"Mom, I'm about to cum. Spread your legs a little."

In the darkness, my mom slightly parted her legs, and I reached down to find the right spot. My mom immediately grabbed my hand, not letting me touch her. After finding the right spot, I started to slowly thrust. This time, it wasn't a simple penetration; instead, it parted her labia majora and went directly to my mother's entrance. Several times, I could even feel the head of my penis entering a little. If my mother hadn't kept her legs together, and if she hadn't tensed up every time I thrust, it might have actually gone in.

"Ah...how...can't you?" My mother exclaimed shortly after. This time, I was really in. I had found the entrance, and I was already more than halfway in. My mother struggled, but this struggle only spread her legs wider. I took the opportunity to thrust again, pressing firmly against her. With another "Ah" from my mother, I was truly one with her.

"You...ah...no, pull out. No...no, don't go in anymore...ah..." I didn't know what my mother was saying because I was already immersed in the wet, slippery sensation, lost in the pleasure of thrusting.

"Mom, I'm about to cum, I'm finally home."

"You... umm... no, hurry up and come out... umm, cum." "Mom, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to cum at home."

"Ah. God, ah... be gentle... ah... I'm your mom... ah..." "Mom, this place is yours, and it's mine too."

"If you... if you're going to be fast, you... ah, just be a little gentler... ah... what is it?"

"It's my mom, ah, mom... it's also my hometown. I'm going to cum." "You're too fast, ah... I'm about to lose control... hurry up and cum." "Cum, Mom..."

"Cum inside, God... I've never tried this before, God... it's too fast, God, ah..." My mom shouted as she clamped my waist between her legs.

"I'm really going to cum, Mom, you're so tight. Ah... I'm cumming in you, Mom." "Ah, God... God... my God. You... ah... you really cummed inside." Yes, I completely cummed in my mom. Before this Spring Festival, I had no other thoughts about my mother, but now, I'm on top of her, and she's squeezing me.

"Find a girlfriend after the New Year. Just this once. We both drank too much today." My mother gently stroked my back and whispered in my ear.

"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I find someone suitable."

"Hmm, this was a mistake. After tonight, let's pretend nothing happened." "Mom, you're so good, it feels so good." "No matter how

good Mom is, she's still your mom. Waaah...you...waaah..." Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already kissed her lips.

"It's still early tonight..."

"How come you...again...um...didn't you already ejaculate...umm..." "It's the first time on the first day of the Lunar New Year, um...Mom, shouldn't I enjoy it?" "Um, this time slower...um...yes, slower, don't go so fast..." "How long has it been since you and Dad did it?"

"Um...why are you asking this? It's been a month or two, hasn't it?"

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