[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 27

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Twenty-two Sons Dry Stockings Mom

(Part 1)

When I woke up, I realized I had a hangover. I forced my eyes open, but the intensity of the sunlight forced me to close them again (it was just too bright!). Even though I felt unwell, I forced myself toward the bathroom.

I rinsed and scrubbed, feeling the water jets hitting my body. When I turned off the tap and was about to grab a towel, I saw Matt standing naked in the bathroom doorway. He was rubbing his penis, and looking at his expression, I already knew what was going to happen next.

"Can't take it anymore? Honey! Come on, but we need to hurry!" Matt walked into the bedroom and approached me, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs and used his hard penis to open my slightly wet labia.

"Last night, you wanted to sleep with my friends, didn't I guess right, Mom?" "No! Honey! I just wanted to liven things up! I know I shouldn't have done that, but a little flirting shouldn't be a big deal, right? I promise you, it won't happen again."

"No, it's okay. I was really happy with how you were last night, Mom. It was really interesting to see their reactions. I could tell they wanted to sleep with you!" As his penis thrust deeper into me, I moaned softly, "Oh! Maddie, how could you say that? I'm too old for them. Too old to be their bed partner. It's all just alcohol." Maddie's penis was already engulfed by my vagina, and he began to thrust.

"No, Mom, I'm pretty sure they wanted to sleep with you! Last night, when I went upstairs and pretended to be asleep, I heard them talking about your hot outfit and how you aroused their primal desires. Dan and Ryan even said they wanted to come upstairs!" Without any warning or warning, we both climaxed simultaneously. After our souls returned to our bodies, I asked Mattie what he thought when he overheard his friends' conversation.

"Honestly, I liked what they were saying, Mom. It sounded great and excited me. Last night, just listening to them talk made me ejaculate in my pants." "You help me out, saying what's so great? Anyway, let's take a shower and get dressed before they wake up. I don't want them to know what we just did."

The next day, while cleaning the living room, I found a pair of pantyhose that had been missing the night before under the covers, and discovered that they had holes and were filled with a white liquid. My experience washing Mattie's pants a few weeks ago made me realize that the so-called liquid was actually semen. It seemed that one or two boys had used my pantyhose to masturbate. Thinking about this, my lust started burning again, and I had to sit on the bed until my legs stopped trembling.

Finally, Mattie and I had a peaceful Saturday night together. However, those boys came back on Monday, insisting on watching a baseball game together. We drank quite a bit, and around 11 PM, Ted, Mark, and Jamie left first, leaving Dan, Ryan, and Marty inside.

When the game ended, we turned on the stereo. While we sat down to chat and drink, Marty fell asleep on the sofa next to us. Dan turned down the volume, switched to a slow-paced CD, and invited me to dance. He held me tightly, and I held him tightly too, feeling his erection throbbing beneath his pants. Ryan asked to switch hands, and of course, I didn't disappoint him.

Soon, the three of us were sitting on the floor, back to back, chatting. Dan put his hand on my shoulder, and Ryan did the same on the other side. Suddenly, we stopped talking as if by telepathy, and Dan turned his face to kiss me.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. Then I slipped my hand inside his sweatpants and stroked his hot penis. We lowered ourselves a little, and Ryan came behind me and unzipped my shirt. My shirt had slipped to the floor, and four wild, unruly hands had taken over my bare breasts.

I buried my head in Ryan's chest, his hands teasing my nipples and squeezing my breasts.

Dan, between my legs, reached out and ripped off my skirt, throwing it aside forcefully, then pulled my panties down to my knees. After removing his own shirt and panties, he knelt down and eagerly thrust his penis into me. As Dan fucked me, I looked up and kissed Ryan. At that moment, I felt like I was in heaven.

After only a few thrusts, Dan ejaculated from over-excitement. When he withdrew his limp penis from me, I changed positions, preparing to let Ryan fuck me from behind.

Even with Ryan's penis inside my wet cunt, I still felt incredibly hungry. The positions changed again, Ryan placing my buttocks on the plush carpet so that Dan could suck my nipples. As Ryan ejaculated into my vagina, all three of us heard Marty shout, "Now it's my turn!" The four of us went to bed and did it again and again, until exhaustion spurred us to sleep.

The next morning (it was already afternoon), I opened my eyes to see Dan's contorted face; he was doing it to me again.

I looked around and saw Ryan still asleep, while Marty stood in the bedroom doorway. Then I saw Ted, Mark, and Jamie standing beside Marty, their eyes burning with lust, each hand rubbing their three erect penises.

"That's really cool," said Matty. "Come on in! She won't mind. In fact, this is exactly what she wants." He turned to me and said, "Isn't that right, Mom? I called them over for a morning surprise." I looked at the three fresh, innocent, and hungry faces and nodded. "That's right! Boys!

Come on in, I won't bite you." They were very gentlemanly during sex. Jamie went first, then Mark, and finally Ted. I played with them in bed for hours, swallowing their semen and making them drink my juices.

I fucked and kissed them, using all my semen to get them going again and again. While having sex with six young men, I felt an unprecedented orgasm, as if I was about to explode inside me.

After making a serious promise not to tell anyone what happened that day, they finally left that night. However, the next morning, they all came back. Days like this went on and on… They believed they could keep me as their little secret, never to be revealed to the world, but I didn't think so!

Soon, they brought some friends… and then, friends of friends. This kind of party went on all summer, seemingly endless.

Boys were everywhere: some were swimming in the pool, some were playing video games, some were drinking or having drinks, some were playing billiards and pinball. And of course, some were having sex with Maddie's mom!

I was definitely the best hostess!

It started as a small group—Maddie and his best friends. But the group grew bigger and bigger. I've given up on counting how many boys I slept with this summer. If you say thirty, I won't deny it. If you say a hundred, even if I feel like I'm in purgatory, I'll still agree. I even remember having sex with Maddie's entire hockey team in one day.

They kept me very busy. I would only appear fully clothed in front of them in two situations: either I was at the market buying food, or I was performing a sexy striptease at their request. The rest of the time, I was completely naked, usually with one penis inserted inside me and another deep in my throat.

I even kept a bottle of jelly and lotion nearby because I rarely had a chance to get up and eat, and also because almost every one of these boys wanted anal sex. Whenever I had the chance, I would sleep, but I would often be woken up by these lecherous boys using the flagpole used for the morning flag-raising ceremony.

As long as the fridge was full of beer, and as long as I was willing to satisfy their sexual desires, the complaints wouldn't ring in my ears. I started drinking and smoking. And nobody cared that the house was practically a garbage dump. Pizza, chips, and tuna sandwiches were our food. When we ran out of food and beer, we'd order delivery—sometimes I'd even have sex with the delivery guy. One day, I even had sex with two strong pool cleaners in front of a crowd of people, and they were quite pleased with my performance.

I had lost all sense of shame; I became more and more depraved, more and more lewd, and I was proud of everything I did. I wouldn't shower alone; I'd always have one or two dildos with me. They'd always press my head down and watch me drink that hot, fishy semen. I'd also have them put vegetables and fruits inside my vagina and then eat them.

Sometimes they'd pour beer, liquor, or ice cream all over me, then lick it all clean. I enjoy sucking on dicks smeared with jam, chocolate sauce, syrup, peanut butter, and beer. Sometimes, I'll scrape mustard off a hot dog, smear it on someone's penis, and then eat it clean.

Martí remains my only true love; he enjoys watching me have sex with other men. He encourages them, telling them I'm a very slutty woman, perpetually horny.

I always try my best to please Martí. Sometimes, we'll find a moment, go into the bedroom, lock the door, and enjoy our own private sex time. However, most of the time, he enjoys watching me try new things with other men—and then he tries them himself.

On certain days in July, some men bring girls to the party, get them drunk, and take them to the bedroom to have sex.

Even when I get drunk, even when I haven't seen anyone over seventeen for a month, I know perfectly well that the more people join this party, the more likely it is that what happens in this house will remain a secret forever. I was right. Time for a commercial break: Still using your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter!

I started getting calls from parents, some looking for their children, others questioning who the party's guardian was. Then came the neighbors' complaints, about cars taking up their space, about the children's noise.

Finally, late Friday night, police cars filled the street in front of my house.

At that moment, I was lying in bed with three of my favorite lifeguards, trying to get them to fuck me all at once.

One's penis was inside my vagina, another was in my anus, and as I tried to put another's penis in my mouth, Maddie ran in, telling me to get dressed quickly.

Reluctantly leaving these dicks inside me, I put on a robe and went downstairs. I was certain the police were looking at the messy house, a bunch of drunk kids, and a woman who looked obviously flushed from drinking and had just finished having sex. They asked me what the hell was going on.

The distance between the houses meant the loud music wasn't a problem, and the neighbors couldn't see what was happening inside.

So the police visit surprised me greatly. Just then, a drunk kid drove across the neighbor's lawn, and the neighbor told the police she was sure the kid had just run out of my house. The police questioned me about the drunk kid, and luckily, I was fortunate.

The boy was the only young man in the neighborhood who hadn't joined the party. When the police asked me to let them in to inspect the house, I refused, and they had to leave.

Maybe I was lucky, but luck doesn't last forever. Finally, a girl came home drunk and left some clothes in my house. The next day, her father brought the police for a raid.

Since no one answered when they knocked, they went around to the backyard, opened the fence, and went inside. The sight that greeted them was my naked body lying on the bed, a fifteen-year-old boy with his penis inserted into my throat.

The misfortunes that followed are best left unsaid.

Allen filed for and won custody. He stopped paying alimony and sold the house and car.

Marty reluctantly moved with him to California. I imagine Allen must have felt incredibly frustrated! Because in the boy's eyes, I was a sex machine, yet I refused to have sex with him, even during his last visit.

After seeing the names of several boys who had slept with me all summer, the assistant prosecutor agreed to drop the charges if I took a teaching position, sought assistance, and moved out of the state. I agreed, feeling like a character from an old Western—being told to leave the place of residence before sunset.

I joined Alcoholics Anonymous, quit smoking, and sought counseling. I even joined a gym just to salvage my deformed body.

I missed Marty, regardless of place or time, day or night. I missed being his mother and cherished the time he was my son. Yes, I even think of him like I'm missing a lover. I'm worried that what happened during the summer vacation will have a negative impact on Madi (and some other kids).

However, my psychologist (an expert in the field of psychology—was she really an expert?) told me that there would definitely be an impact (just as some things will inevitably have an impact on people), but even so, I didn't need to worry too much about "sex."

She told me that, in fact, they had recently compiled a report proving that, in all cases of incest between parents and children or adults and children, mothers and sons or women and boys, while the most common occurrences, were also the least harmful and had the least far-reaching impact. This is because such relationships are merely situations where both parties seek solace from each other, and the forces that construct such relationships are equal.

She told me about many other similar cases, which I won't go into detail about here.

A year has passed since this incident, and I have now been reborn. I moved to Philadelphia, gave myself a new name, went back to school, moved into a new apartment, and found a job; I can start work tomorrow.

I'm ready to go, adjusting my mindset, and preparing to make the most of every day from now on. I believe I can do it!

My father is the head of the sales department at a factory; three days... I'm often away on business trips, so I'm usually the only man at home. My younger sister is in her final year of junior high, and my older sister is a senior in high school; they're both busy preparing for their middle school and college entrance exams, so all the housework falls on my mother. I'm only a freshman in high school, and I don't want to do anything at home, which has earned me a lot of nagging from my mother.

This day after school, I played basketball outside for a long time, and as it was getting dark, I slowly walked home, thinking: "Mom's going to nag me for ages again. I'd better sneak home and lie down in bed first! If she asks, I'll just insist I got home a while ago." She just hadn't noticed me while she was cooking.

Having made up my mind, I quietly took the key and, like a thief, slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Unexpectedly, I heard a man's voice: "Xiangxiang (my mother's nickname), this dress looks really good on you." Ah! It was my father's voice; he was back from his business trip.

I followed the sound to my parents' bedroom. Their bedroom door was ajar, and I secretly peeked through the crack. I saw my mother wearing a light white dress, turning in front of the mirror, while my father lay on the bed, looking at her with a happy expression.

"This dress must be expensive, right? I've told you not to waste money, but you never listen," my mother said, admiring herself in the mirror.

"It's not expensive at all, only a little over three hundred. Look at you, you look like a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old girl in it."

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked closely at my mother. Wow, I'd never noticed before how beautiful she was. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her plain white dress, her slender waist swayed gently, and her small feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, moved slightly in her cream-colored high heels. Although time had left some faint marks on her face, her skin remained so delicate and fair. Occasionally, she would turn her head and smile at my father, her crescent-shaped eyes fluttering gently—truly captivating.

Just then, my father suddenly got out of bed, embraced my mother's slender waist from behind, and whispered, "Wife, I missed you so much while I was away." As he spoke, he gently kissed my mother's earlobe.

Mom nudged Dad: "Not now, how about tonight? It wouldn't be good if the kids saw."

Dad continued kissing Mom: "What are you afraid of? Both girls are at evening study hall, and who knows when our son will come back from his wild day. Let's hurry." Mom didn't say anything more. Seeing that Mom had given in, Dad picked her up and put her on the bed.

My eyes widened. I had only ever seen descriptions of sex in books before, and they were always vague. Now I was actually seeing a real-life performance? Even though they were my parents, I was still very excited.

Dad had already unbuttoned the back of Mom's dress and slowly pulled it down to her waist, revealing her snow-white bra. Mom closed her eyes, and her two legs, covered in stockings, slowly spread open.

Dad knelt before Mom's thighs and pulled up the hem of her dress, compressing it into a flat strip, like a scarf tied around her waist. She wore pale pink panties, with a gap between the panties and stockings, revealing the slight bulge of her snow-white thighs.

Dad lowered his head, extending his tongue to gently suck on the exposed thigh, then bit one end of the stocking with his teeth. He slowly pulled his knees back until he reached near Mom's ankles, releasing his grip. One stocking was completely removed, shimmering from her thigh to her toes—the mark of Dad's saliva.

Dad repeated the process, removing the other stocking. Now, both stockings were piled high on her ankles, a dense hem of stockings on her milky-white high heels, above which lay her beautifully curved, snow-white calves.

Dad's hand had already grasped Mom's calf and lifted it high, spreading her legs wide apart. One milky-white high heel pointed straight up, while the other lay softly on the headboard, looking incredibly lewd. Several dark pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of Mom's light red panties, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Dad placed his hand on the center of Mom's panties, gently stroking it, and Mom involuntarily began to writhe. Dad smiled softly at Mom, then placed his hand on her bra, not rushing to remove it, but stroking it back and forth.

Mom's reaction intensified; she suddenly pulled Dad's head down to her breasts, and Dad seized the opportunity to bite down on her bra, pulling it up with his mouth. Suddenly, Mom's breasts sprang out, positioned on either side of Dad's chin, the two brownish-red nipples standing erect against his stubbled cheeks.

Although Mom had given birth to the three of us siblings, strangely, her breasts weren't the soft, inelastic breasts described in books. Instead, her tender, white breasts stood erect with a slight curve, and her two slightly dark nipples swayed from side to side as Dad kissed them.

Mom hugged Dad's head tighter, pressing it firmly against her breasts, one leg still held in mid-air by Dad, her milky-white high heel swaying restlessly with his tongue. Dad then turned his head slightly, gently biting one of Mom's nipples with his teeth and licking it back and forth with his tongue. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "ah," her thigh arching upwards.

Dad's lower body wasn't idle either; he placed his knee between Mom's parted legs, slowly grinding it. Mom's long eyelashes trembled, and her small lips emitted increasingly labored breaths.

Dad held Mom's small foot, still clad in high heels, high in one hand, while his other hand slipped inside her panties. He kneaded her pelvic bone, which protruded between her legs. Mom opened her eyes, suddenly pressing down on Dad's hand inside her panties, and whispered, "Dad, hurry up, or our son will see."

Dad moved his mouth away from Mom's nipple, nodded, and without removing his hand from her panties, pulled them down to her calves. Mom twisted her body, managing to pull the panties off her leg that was lying flat on the bed. Now, only one side of the panties remained loosely hanging on her small foot that Dad had held up.

I stared intently at Mom's now completely exposed vulva. My mother's vulva was long and narrow, with pink labia. Some glossy black pubic hair curled like an inverted triangle above her vulva, while below it was her dark brown anus, which seemed to shrink tightly inward as if by a centripetal force, leaving only a small black hole. But above the anus, the opposite was true; the two large labia were stretched open, turning outward with effort, and some shiny fluid clung to the middle of the labia, stretched into several swaying threads.

My father didn't take my mother's panties off her feet, leaving them hanging on her calves. The light pink panties against my mother's white calves, paired with her milky white high heels covered by flesh-colored stockings, made me unconsciously reach into my pants and begin to stroke my already erect penis.

At this moment, Dad seemed unable to resist any longer. He held up one of Mom's small feet with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his large, erect penis. Mom's breathing became more rapid. She reached out and grasped Dad's penis, stroking it up and down.

While letting Mom caress his penis with her slender hands, Dad leaned down and kissed Mom's lips. Mom responded passionately with her tongue, rubbing her two snow-white thighs together as she kissed him. More and more glistening fluid appeared between her labia, gradually gathering into droplets that slowly slid down her labia.

Under Mom's caresses, Dad's glans also began to secrete a glistening liquid. Mom's slender hands also became covered in this fluid. So Mom took Dad's penis and slowly pulled it towards her genitals until it touched her labia before letting go.

Dad could no longer hold back. He suddenly stood up, thrusting his hips, and inserted his large penis into Mom's vagina. Mom immediately hugged Dad's back, letting out a soft "Ah!" "Gently, gently, it hurts a little." As she spoke, her large, watery eyes wrinkled slightly, conveying a sense of delicate pain.

Dad chuckled softly and indeed slowed his movements. Mom's labia majora tightly enveloped Dad's penis, opening and closing with each slow thrust, a beautiful sight.

After a while, Dad's penis glistened as he withdrew, whether from his own secretions or from Mom's continuous flow of fluids, it was hard to tell. Mom's small legs, stretched out in the air, began to tremble, her light red panties swaying in the air. Upon closer inspection, the center of the flipped panties appeared slightly darker; it must have been the secretions from Dad's earlier caresses.

"Mmm...ah..." Mom closed her eyes again, letting out soft moans, her legs bending back and forth in the air. Dad simply draped Mom's leg over his shoulder, kneading her snow-white breasts with one hand and thrusting back and forth on the bed with the other. With a "smack," Mom's high heel fell off her foot that was draped over Dad's shoulder, startling me, but Dad and Mom seemed not to hear it and continued their movements.

Dad turned his head to the side, kissing Mom's small feet beneath her flesh-colored stockings as he continued thrusting into her vagina. Mom's toes stood stiffly upright inside the stockings, as she offered the back of her foot to Dad's mouth while her big toe hooked around his cheek. Dad then turned and bit Mom's toes, savoring the scent of her small feet through the stockings. The stockings were soon soaked with his saliva, and his genitals were also wet with Mom's vaginal fluid.

Dad then lifted Mom's other leg and placed it on his shoulder, so that both of Mom's legs were on his shoulders, her pair of white, tender buttocks almost completely suspended in the air, her genitals supported entirely by Dad's penis.

Suddenly, Dad let out a low cry, half-squatting up and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Mom's legs and buttocks were almost vertically erect. Dad's kisses on Mom's toes were no longer kisses, but more like bites. Before Mom could even let out a cry of pain, Dad stopped thrusting, his mouth moving away from Mom's feet. Then, Dad lowered Mom's legs, leaned back, and his penis slid out of Mom's still-flowing, wet vagina. Dad exhaled, lying limply on the bed, his wet penis still throbbing and dripping milky fluid.

Mom opened her eyes, asking with a hint of disappointment, "You've reached your goal?"

"Yes." This time, Dad nodded with his eyes closed. Mom sighed softly, "This time... why were you so fast?"

"Sigh! I don't know either, maybe it's because it's been too long since I've done it, so it came quickly."

Mom didn't say anything more. She silently sat up, and a large amount of milky white liquid flowed from between her labia. "Get up quickly, go wash up. Our son hasn't come back yet. You'll have to talk to him later."

"Okay." Dad still kept his eyes closed. Mom sighed again, slowly pulling her panties down from her feet, then taking off her stockings. Several deep teeth marks from Dad's bites were visible on her small, white toes. She rubbed her toes, then placed the stockings between her legs, wiping away the semen still flowing out, and said, "I'm going to take a shower first." Dad didn't answer, but instead started snoring. Mom gave him a resentful look and stood up.

I quickly stopped masturbating and ran to the kitchen to hide. I heard Mom go into the bathroom, then secretly ran to the bathroom door. Mom probably saw that no one was home, so the bathroom door wasn't closed. She stood naked from the waist down in the bathroom, her face flushed, her bra still on. She stood there, rubbing her genitals back and forth, biting her lip tightly to try and stifle any sound. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on her face, and clear droplets of fluid began to drip from her labia.

Suddenly, she leaned her head back against the wall, her fingers plunging into her vagina. She moved her fingers in and out, her eyes tightly closed, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. Thin, glistening lines of fluid trailed from her fingers as she moved them in and out, and gradually even her thighs were covered in her vaginal fluid.

Suddenly, her thighs tensed, and she cried out, her fingers moving even faster inside her. Two tears slowly rolled down her cheeks, whether from excitement or from her husband, it was unclear. She finally stopped twitching, exhaled a long breath, and pulled her hand out of her vagina. Looking at the water stains on her hand, Mom shook her head, then turned on the tap and started taking a shower.

I dared not watch any longer, afraid she would see me when she came out of the shower, so I secretly left the house and waited outside for half an hour before returning. As soon as I entered, I saw Mom. She was still wearing that dress, but she wasn't wearing stockings, and she had changed her shoes to slippers.

Sure enough, as soon as Mom saw me, she asked, "Where have you been again? You even forgot to eat? You didn't even help Mom with any chores! Oh! Your father is back, he's sleeping inside! Keep your voices down when you eat and shower! Your father is tired from his business trip! Don't wake him up!" I thought to myself, what business trip? He's obviously tired from having sex with you. But I didn't dare to talk back, and obediently went to eat and then took a shower.

In the bathroom, thinking about how Mom had just masturbated, my penis became erect. Remembering she wasn't wearing stockings when I came back, I quickly searched the washing machine. To my surprise, I found not only the stockings she had used to wipe her labia, but also the light red panties she had worn during sex.

Overjoyed, I grabbed her panties, turned them inside out, and inhaled the scent of her genitals. With the other hand, I held the stockings to my penis, stroking it. When I brought the panties to my lips, a slightly fishy, salty taste filled my mouth. I suddenly remembered that Mom had wet these panties. This excited me even more. The slippery stockings rubbing against my penis made it difficult to hold back my semen for long.

I quickly showered and returned to my room, dreaming all night about Mom's naked body.

(II)

In the following days, whether I was at school or coming home, all I could think about was my mother's snow-white naked body. Every day after school, I would rush to the bathroom to find my mother's underwear to masturbate. I secretly vowed that I would taste my mother's body no matter what.

Finally, my father went on a business trip again, and I was overjoyed. This was my chance.

My father said that my mother had suffered from neurasthenia since she was a child, so she had to take two sleeping pills before going to bed every day, otherwise she would have a hard time falling back asleep if she was woken up. My father had just left home at noon, and I was already planning how I would share a bed with my mother that night.

I went back to my bedroom early that night, waiting for my mother to fall asleep. The clock quickly struck twelve. I took off all my clothes except for my shorts, walked barefoot to my mother's bedroom, gently opened the door, looked around to make sure my older sister and younger sister were also asleep, and then slipped into my mother's bedroom.

I gently closed the bedroom door, my heart pounding. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked at the bed. My mother was wearing a white silk nightgown, with only a thin blanket covering her waist. She was curled up, head turned to the side, fast asleep.

I tiptoed to her bedside and reached out to pull the blanket off her waist. She didn't move, completely unaware. Emboldened, I placed my hands on her small, delicate feet and slowly stroked them. She seemed ticklish and jerked her foot away. I jumped in fright and quickly lay down on the floor. After a while, seeing that she was still sound asleep, I got up again.

I thought, "Since I've come this far, I might as well go all the way." So I pulled my shorts off and stood naked in front of my still-sleeping mother. By this time, my little brother was already quite erect. I gently pressed my penis against my mother's slender, white feet, rubbing it back and forth. This time, my mother didn't pull her foot away. My penis swam back and forth on my mother's feet, feeling how delicate and gentle the lines of her feet were.

I gently separated my mother's toes and moved the head of my penis between them. Ah! My mother's toes were so warm! I noticed that there was some secretion at the tip of my penis, some of which had dripped onto my mother's soft toes, making it even smoother and more slippery when I violated my mother's toes.

I looked up at my mother. There was no reaction on my mother's delicate and beautiful face; there was even a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, which further fueled my lust.

I pulled the head of my penis out from between my mother's toes, climbed naked onto my mother's bed, and the bed suddenly sank under the weight of a person. My mother let out a soft "hmm" and turned her body slightly. I was stunned, immediately stopped what I was doing, held my breath, and nervously watched my mother. Fortunately, Mom's eyes were still closed, and as soon as she turned her body, she changed from sleeping on her side to sleeping on her back, which made it easier for me to move around.

I stretched out my trembling hands, cautiously placing them at the very bottom of my mother's nightgown, slowly pulling it up inch by inch. My mother's soft, delicate calves were revealed. Pulling it further up, her pair of snow-white, firm, and elastic thighs were also exposed. Now I had pulled it up to below her buttocks, but her buttocks blocked the nightgown; unless I lifted her buttocks, the nightgown couldn't be fully pulled up. I had to stop, looking at my mother. She was completely unaware that most of her lower body was exposed, still fast asleep with a sweet smile.

I stood up and moved very gently to my mother's upper body. Looking at her smiling, cherry-like lips, I couldn't resist placing the head of my penis on her lips. Although I couldn't insert the head of my penis into her mouth, even just raping her rosy, small lips excited me immensely.

In the dim light from the window, I could clearly see the clear secretions flowing from the tip of my penis onto my mother's lips. As my penis moved against her lips, the secretions stretched into a long, thin, transparent thread. My dark penis, set against my mother's fair and delicate face and rosy lips, along with this line of moisture between my penis and her lips, created an atmosphere of intense eroticism in the room.

I straddled my mother's face and gently pressed my penis against her lips, making her mouth open slightly. My penis touched her white teeth. I half-squatted and gently moved my penis up and down. The thin thread of moisture on my penis mixed with my mother's saliva, gradually forming a large droplet that landed on her white teeth. In her sleep, my mother opened her mouth and swallowed the droplet of my penis's secretions as if swallowing saliva. Taking advantage of the moment, my glans plunged into my mother's mouth, pressing against her delicate tongue. The entire glans was submerged inside my beautiful mother's mouth.

My mother's tongue was incredibly gentle; it was covered in saliva when it touched my glans. The warm saliva and soft tongue enveloped my glans, making it feel incredibly comfortable and pleasant. Unfortunately, my mother only opened her mouth for a few seconds before closing her teeth. Afraid that she might bite my penis, I quickly pulled my glans out of her mouth. As my glans left her mouth, a long strand of saliva trailed from her white teeth down to my erect penis. A section of it fell off halfway down, dripping onto my mother's delicate cheek.

I exhaled, carefully moved my body, and crouched down to my mother's waist. Then, I grabbed the two shoulder straps of her nightgown and slowly pulled them apart, exposing her slender, snow-white shoulders. Next, I gently took one of her hands and carefully pulled one shoulder strap away from her hand, then pulled the other shoulder strap away as well. Now, the upper part of her nightgown was completely loose. I slowly pulled the upper part of her nightgown down to

her waist. Ah! My mother hadn't been wearing a bra while sleeping! Those firm, snow-white breasts I had longed for were suddenly before me, their two brownish-red nipples trembling gently. I couldn't resist bending down to kiss them.

My mother's breasts were so warm and soft, with two nipples on either side of my cheek. Every time I kissed her cleavage, the nipples would gently brush against my face. I turned my head and sucked on one of her nipples, gently holding it in my mouth, teasing her fragrant nipple with my tongue. My mother let out a soft "Mmm." I looked up at her sideways, my eyes still closed, but her breathing was noticeably heavier. Could it be that my mother was experiencing sensuality in her dreams?

I released my mother's nipple and slipped my head under the hem of her nightgown. I saw her light red thong panties—the same ones she wore when I spied on my parents making love. A sweet and sour, feminine fragrance emanated from the center of the panties.

I touched the bottom of the panties with my tongue and gently licked them. Soon, my saliva stained her light red panties a deep red. Suddenly, I noticed a strange taste—a salty smell in the center. I remembered—it was the same smell when I masturbated with her panties that day. So, my mother, she... she even had vaginal discharge in her dreams?

My mother let out a soft moan, and one of her thighs bent. I was startled as I lay between her legs!

After a while, seeing no further movement from her, I grew bolder, grabbed her two snow-white, plump thighs, and spread them apart. Unconsciously, Mom followed my movements, spreading her legs wide. A tuft of dark pubic hair peeked out from the ends of her panties. I opened my mouth to take that slightly curved pubic hair, licking and sucking it. The hair seemed to be coated with her vaginal fluid, filling my mouth with its sour and salty taste.

Because Mom had already bent one thigh, I easily pulled one side of her nightgown up to her waist. Seeing that she hadn't reacted after all this time, I grew bolder. I placed my hand on her buttocks and pulled the other side of her nightgown up to her waist as well. Now, Mom's entire upper body was completely naked, and her lower body was only covered by panties. Her pair of snow-white thighs were shamelessly exposed, with a white silk nightgown wrapped around her waist—she looked incredibly lewd!

I swallowed hard and inserted a finger into the seam of her panties. Ah! I touched my mother's clitoris. Two wet, slippery labia clamped my finger between them. I slowly slid my finger between the narrow labia, feeling the fine threads of moisture clinging to my fingertip. I took my finger out, put it in my mouth, and sucked hard. Ah! What a sweet taste!

At that moment, I felt my eyes were bloodshot, waves of desire crashing against my body. I slowly hooked the bottom of my mother's light red panties and pulled them down little by little, revealing her incredibly alluring vulva.

First, there was the soft, curved, inverted triangle of pubic hair, glossy black, trembling slightly, as if beckoning my violation. Next, there was the pelvis above the vulva, curving forward with a slight arc, some pale yellow pubic hair clinging timidly to both ends of the pelvis. Next, I saw my mother's beautiful little vulva. Her two pink labia were plump and slightly parted to the sides. Beneath the labia was a small, protruding fleshy mound, even more tender and red in color. The mound was tightly closed, and clear droplets of fluid were gushing out from the crevice between it.

I finally pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. I lifted her small feet and slowly pulled the panties down between her legs. In this way, my mother was completely naked in front of me. My mother, who was sleeping soundly in the room, had no idea that she was now so wantonly naked, her legs spread wide open, presented to her equally naked son!

Excitedly, I bent down and gently licked my mother's small feet, then moved upwards, past her smooth insteps to her fair and alluring calves, then down to her full and pleasing thighs, and further up to her delicate vulva, the place where I had given birth. Next, I licked past the silk nightgown wrapped around her waist, and finally, I kissed her clean, white breasts. At last, I kissed her lips, gently nibbling at the corners of her moist, beautiful lips with my teeth.

My mother's breathing grew heavier, and she even let out soft moans. I knelt up, excitedly pressing the head of my penis against my mother's labia, gently touching them, feeling their tenderness and the lubrication of her vaginal fluids. More and more fluids flowed, soaking the tip of my penis. Looking down, I saw her beautiful labia opening wider and wider. I pushed in slightly, and the head of my penis easily touched the clitoris inside her vulva.

Suddenly, Mom twisted her body. I quickly looked at her and saw that her breathing had become noticeably rapid. Her two plump thighs began to close, clamping my testicles between them. Under the pressure of Mom's elastic thigh muscles, my testicles felt extremely comfortable. I stared intently at Mom's reaction and began to slowly push the head of my penis deeper into Mom's body.

At first, there was a slight tightness, but after passing through the protective barrier of my mother's inner flesh, it felt smooth and effortless. My penis inch by inch slid into my mother's vagina, and at the junction of my penis and her labia, strings of white, foamy vaginal fluid flowed out, more and more, wetting even my thighs and making them feel icy cold. My mother's plump buttocks were also covered in this white, foamy fluid. My

mother let out moans of "Mmm... Ah..." Although the sounds weren't loud, they still made my heart race. My older sister and younger sister were sleeping next door; waking them would be terrible!

I stopped, thought for a moment, and reluctantly pulled my penis out of my mother's sweet vagina. I crawled off the bed and searched the bedside table. Finally, I found it! Those were the deep purple stockings Mom had worn during the day. I climbed back onto the bed and gently covered Mom's mouth with the stockings. This way, I could suppress her moans without waking her up from holding her breath. (I had considered silencing her moans with my mouth, but that would mean I had to press my whole body against her, making it easier for her to wake up.)

Then I crawled to Mom's thighs, looking at her still-flowing, wet vulva. I couldn't resist leaning over, opening my mouth wide, and sucking hard on her labia—a mouthful of sweet juice rushed into my mouth. I swallowed it all in one gulp, then wiped my lips and the juices from my chin, slowly smearing them on my penis. Next, I aimed my glans at Mom's vulva. This time, instead of slowly entering, I quickly thrust in, inserting my entire penis into her vagina.

Mom let out a muffled groan, her two snow-white thighs jerking violently. I was prepared, and I sat firmly on her full thighs, my penis nestled deep inside her. Looking at Mom, I saw fine beads of sweat on her nose, and her panting breaths made the stockings I held to her mouth bounce up and down. However, her eyeballs were still slowly moving under her eyelids; I knew she was still dreaming! Perhaps she was dreaming of having sex with Dad?

I paused briefly, then began thrusting my penis into Mom's vagina, one hand still holding onto the silk nightgown wrapped around her waist. This position was like riding a horse; the nightgown was the reins, and Mom's two snow-white thighs were the saddle. And my back-and-forth movement felt just like being jostled on horseback.

My mother's two fleshy mounds swayed back and forth, the two nipples on them trembling precariously—the best view from horseback. The difference was that my penis was tightly inserted into my mother's vagina, sliding in and out with the lubrication of her milky white fluids!

I could clearly feel the pressure of her breasts on my penis. At the very tip of my penis was a soft wall of flesh—was that my mother's uterus? I closed my eyes, slowly savoring my mother's body, feeling each collision with her vagina. Her fluids flowed down, from her buttocks to the bed, staining her snow-white skin as her thighs moved from side to side, leaving my lower body covered in her cool, wet fluids.

I reached out my other hand, grasped my mother's breast, and gently kneaded it, letting her rosy nipples slip through my fingers, then gently pinching them. "Mmm..." Mom groaned softly, a few tears of excitement welling up in her eyes. Her little legs involuntarily bent, arching my body, which was sitting on her lap, high up. This way, when I thrust into her vagina, it was a diagonal, top-down motion, which amplified my pleasure. Each thrust scraped against the walls of her vagina, making her vagina feel even tighter.

My penis throbbed and roared, wildly ravaging Mom's pink labia. One hand kneaded her breasts harder and harder, making them round and flat, constantly changing shape.

Ah! My penis had swelled to its maximum, as if it was about to unleash all my energy! I gritted my teeth, recklessly thrusting into Mom's vagina with all my might, one hand tightly gripping her white nightgown, the other desperately pinching her nipple!

Sigh! It's true what they say, don't let success go to your head. Just at this crucial moment, something shocking happened! Mom suddenly stopped her groans and slowly opened her eyes! I was stunned! So frightened I forgot to move! I stared at Mom, dumbfounded!

Mom didn't seem fully awake yet, staring blankly straight ahead. But quickly, she reacted, not even bothering to wipe the stockings off her mouth, and hurriedly said, "You! What are you doing? Huh? I'm your mother! You beast!" As she spoke, she forcefully pushed me down onto her! Her little legs kicked wildly!

In my terror, a plan suddenly came to mind! (Heh! I even admire myself. Just now I was afraid my older sister and younger sister would find out I raped Mom, but now Mom isn't afraid of being discovered?) I immediately pressed my body against Mom's! I held my mother's arms tightly with my hands, and my legs pressed firmly against her calves. My chest pressed against her breasts. (As my mother struggled, her nipples occasionally brushed against my nipples, which excited me even more!) I thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina, and while controlling her body, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, keep your voice down! Don't wake up my sister and younger sister!"

My mother was startled, and indeed lowered her voice, "Get down! I'm your own mother! You! You're so outrageous! Waaah... Get down now!"

I was in the throes of passion, how could I let go so easily? "Mom! Anyway, Dad is never home! He can't satisfy you! I'm going through puberty, you don't want me to go out and rape other women and go astray, right? Just let me satisfy you this once!" I said, licking my mother's earlobe lightly with the tip of my tongue.

"No! No! This is incest! Let me go!"
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While continuing to move my penis inside my mother's body, I said, "Mom, anyway, I've already raped her! I've already committed incest! Just stop moving, satisfy me completely!"

Seeing that I wouldn't give up today, my mother finally cried, strings of crystal tears streaming down her cheeks: "No! No! Please! Let Mom go! This...this won't do!"

I didn't care about that! I forcefully thrust my penis deep into my mother's body again and again. "Let me go!! No! No! Ah..." my mother cried out, twisting her white body, trying her best to avoid my violation.

"Mom, do you know how much fluid you just released? Aren't you uncomfortable? Since everyone is comfortable, why are you making things difficult for yourself?"

My mother's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the result of her struggle. "You! You're talking nonsense! Ah... Waaah... Stop it... Mom begs you..."

I was getting annoyed! I suddenly pressed my mouth against my mother's small mouth, which was still covered by a stocking, and used my teeth to forcefully shove the stocking into her mouth. Just as my mother was about to open her mouth to cry out, I unexpectedly pushed the entire toe of her stocking into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother looked at me with a mournful expression, her face full of tears. Her mouth was still full of her own stockings, which her son had filled with his tongue. Even a tiger wouldn't hurt its cubs. In this situation, she couldn't bear to bite my tongue. So she just kept her mouth open and let me force her to kiss her through the stockings.

Soon, the toes of Mom's stockings were covered in our saliva. Since Mom had just worn them that day, they still smelled of her small feet, mixed with her saliva. I sucked the moisture from the stockings, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. As I swallowed, I vigorously swirled my tongue in Mom's mouth to get more of her fragrant saliva. My lower body was relentlessly ravaging Mom's vagina like a gong. Mom's face was covered in sweat and tears. She shook her head, her beautiful long hair swaying on the bed.

I became increasingly excited, and my thrusts into Mom became faster and faster. Although Mom's vaginal fluids were starting to dry up noticeably, her vagina gripped my penis even tighter. I finally couldn't hold back! With a low growl, my penis sprang forward, and a torrent of semen poured into the depths of Mom's uterus like rain.

Mom shook her head desperately, mumbling incoherently, "Ugh...no...don't...shoot...inside...ugh..." Tears streamed down her face as she cried out.

I was caught up in the throes of pleasure, so why would I listen to her? I bit down hard on the stocking in her mouth while thrusting even harder. Mom probably knew that her cries were useless, and finally stopped struggling, her body going limp as I rammed into her. I took the opportunity to grab her breasts and knead them vigorously, stretching my legs out and pressing them tightly against her small feet, venting my madness.

Gradually, I stopped, my body going limp and powerless. I lay on top of Mom's naked body, pulling the purple stocking from her mouth and spitting it onto the pillow. Mom didn't even glance at me, her eyes wide open as tears streamed down her face, without uttering a word.

I lay there for a while, but it wasn't interesting. I got up, took my mother's stockings, and wiped my penis clean. Looking at my mother, she was still lying on her back, legs spread wide, crying, seemingly numb. I mustered my courage and leaned closer, looking at my mother's vulva. My semen was flowing out, a large amount of milky white liquid gushing from her slightly swollen, bright red labia. I placed the stockings I had used to wipe my penis on my mother's vulva and gently wiped away the semen.

My mother didn't seem to notice or move. After cleaning her genitals, I picked up my shorts with my mother's stockings and quietly left my mother's bedroom. Lying on the bed, I was filled with fear and trepidation. Tomorrow! What would happen?

The next day, with a heavy heart, I got out of bed. After hesitating for a long time, I finally opened my bedroom door and went out to the dining room. My older sister and younger sister were at the table, heads down, quickly shoveling their food into their mouths. My mother sat motionless at the table, her eyes red and swollen, clearly the result of crying all night.

I didn't dare eat either, and quickly said, "Mom, I'm not hungry today, I'm going to school."

My mother seemed not to hear me, remaining motionless and sitting there blankly. My older sister and younger sister quickly said together, "Mom, I'm full, I'm leaving too." Seeing that my mother still didn't react, my older sister and younger sister didn't dare say anything more, stuck out their tongues at each other, and walked out of the house with me.

As soon as we stepped outside, my younger sister asked curiously, "What's wrong with Mom today? She just sat there blankly after making breakfast? And it looks like Mom cried?"

My older sister said, "I don't know, Mom was fine yesterday."

I chuckled inwardly. How could they know? Mom was raped by me last night, that's why she's like this! We went to our respective schools while we were talking.

Since the school was a bit far from home, I ate lunch at school. In the evening, I figured my older sister and younger sister had finished their self-study sessions before going home. When I walked in, I saw my mother sitting alone on the bed, wiping her eyes every now and then. I walked over to her and deliberately asked, "Mom, did my sisters go to school?" My mother looked up and glared at me hatefully.

I sat down next to her, and she quickly moved away, keeping her distance. I leaned closer and put my hand on her shoulder. She slapped my hand away with a "smack," saying, "You beast! Wait till your father gets home, he'll beat you to death!"

I grinned and said, "Mom, are you going to tell Dad about this? If he finds out, I'm dead. But you won't be any better off, will you?"

My mother was speechless for a moment. After a long pause, she glared at me and gritted her teeth, saying, "You! Get out of here! I don't have a son like you!!"

I chuckled mischievously, "Hehe, then I won't..." "Your son is mine now, how about I be your lover?"

Mom jumped up, her face deathly pale as she stared at me. "You! What did you say?! Are you even speaking human language?"

I crossed my legs and said smugly, "Fine, then I'll speak like a human. When Dad comes back, I'll honestly admit my mistake to him. I'll tell him that you seduced me at home and I couldn't resist. Do you think Dad will still acknowledge me as his son?"

Mom's eyes widened, her lips trembling as she said, "You! You're talking nonsense! Your father and I have been married for so many years, how could he not know me? How could I seduce you?!"

"Ha! That's hard to say. Guess if Dad knows you went to the bathroom to masturbate? You can masturbate, but you can't seduce your son?"

Mom was shocked and couldn't even finish her sentence: "You? You? How? How did you know?"

I smiled smugly: "Hehe, this is called 'If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place'!"

Mom glared at me, and after a long while, she sighed softly, her tone softening noticeably: "You! What do you want?"

I sneakily moved closer to Mom, put my arm around her shoulder, and Mom gently struggled, then let me put my hand on her shoulder. I knew Mom had given in, and I smiled and said: "I didn't want to do this, I just want you to be happy!" As I spoke, I carefully looked Mom up and down.

Mom was casually wearing a white loungewear dress, her long hair was casually tied into a short bun, and there were still faint tear stains on her unmade-up face. Her slender legs were wrapped in white lace stockings, and her delicate little feet were encased in a pair of semi-transparent high-heeled sandals. She looked so pitiful and delicate, and my little brother instantly sprang to life.

Swallowing hard, I slowly reached my hand under my mother's skirt. She shuddered, then bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes. Seeing her tacit approval, I was overjoyed. My hand quickly slipped under her skirt, exploring her panties. Two clear tears slowly welled up in her tightly closed eyes.

I hugged her from the front, gently kissing her and licking away her tears. My hand then slipped under her panties, until it touched her trembling, tender vulva. She bit her lip even harder, her rosy lips turning white. My fingers slid back and forth between her labia, the tips lightly scraping the inner walls of her vulva. She struggled to suppress her breathing. I smiled coldly to myself. Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold out!

I moved my lips to my mother's ear, gently biting her earlobe and teasing her ear canal with the tip of my tongue. A blush instantly spread across her face, and her breathing became heavier. My other hand slid down from her shoulder to her breast.

I gently unbuttoned the buttons of her pajamas one by one. My mother was already blushing deeply, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Seeing her shy appearance, I was overjoyed. While unbuttoning her clothes, I moved my lips to her eyes and brushed my tongue from side to side against her eyelashes.

"Mmm...no...it's...it tickles..." My mother finally uttered a sentence. The fragrant breath emanating from her intoxicating little mouth attracted my attention again. I lowered my head and pressed my lips deeply against her cherry-like mouth, trying to penetrate her oral cavity with my tongue.

My mother rejected me with her tightly clenched teeth, but I wasn't too angry. I thought to myself: Anyway, I'll be all mine soon, so why should I be afraid of her not giving me her mouth? So I licked my mother's slightly upturned lips while unbuttoning all the buttons on her loungewear. My mother's entire front body was half-naked in front of me as her loungewear was opened.

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