[Mom's Flight Attendant Uniform] [Author: Bamboo Shadows] [The End]

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My name is Chen Fan, Chen as in old age, Fan as in ordinary person. I'm nineteen years old, a senior in high school. My biggest problem right now is the darn hormones that are over-produced during puberty, which keep me constantly in a state of sexual fantasy.
I don't know how I learned to masturbate. I remember the first time was when I was reading a pornographic comic. For some reason, as I was reading, my right hand started gripping my erect penis, and I imagined myself as the male protagonist in the comic, bravely having sex with the beautiful woman in it. When I ejaculated for the first time, I stupidly thought I was going to pee, and I was really startled. But when the thick, sticky fluid covered my right hand, I realized that this was the legendary semen.
As for my sexual fantasies, initially they were the female protagonists in pornographic comics. Later, I got tired of reading comics, and every night after turning off the lights, I started to masturbate while fantasizing about female celebrities. However, this method was like quenching thirst with a mirage, and I quickly abandoned it.
I tried using the high-powered binoculars my dad gave me to spy on the older girl next door, but unfortunately, people these days are incredibly vigilant. They close the windows when showering and turn off the lights when sleeping. I tried several times, but I didn't see a thing.
Desperate, I had to shamelessly borrow some erotic novels from my classmates and secretly read them under the covers at night. At first, it was martial arts, then fantasy, but eventually I became obsessed with incest stories.
Why? Because we have two incredibly beautiful women in our family! My mom and my sister.
Let me start with my mom. She has an oval face, a delicate nose, two large, bright eyes, and a head of long, glossy black hair piled up. Her skin is as smooth as jade, and her figure is as slender as a willow. She always wears a professional smile, and when she looks at someone, her bright eyes flicker with an indescribable allure. Although she's forty-one, she dresses very fashionably and looks like a young woman in her late twenties. It's hard for outsiders to imagine that she's already a mother of two.
Then there's my older sister, twenty-one this year. She inherited our mother's genes and is naturally very beautiful, radiating youthful energy. I heard she's the school beauty queen, receiving piles of love letters every day. But I think she's still a little bit inferior to our mother. Although I haven't experienced sex yet, I always feel she's too immature, lacking the mature and alluring feel of our mother.
Sometimes I really feel both lucky and unlucky, having two beautiful women by my side, yet I can only look but not touch them. Coupled with the influence of those incestuous stories in pornographic books, I feel like I'm going crazy.
Our mother was a flight attendant when she was young. Although she's no longer flying, she occasionally sneaks into her uniform, posing in front of the mirror with a professional smile, and occasionally asks her reflection, "Sir, what would you like to order?" I discovered this secret by accident. Although I often saw my mother coming home in her flight attendant uniform when I was little, I was too young then to really understand why. I just thought the uniform was beautiful and suited her well, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But when I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my mature, glamorous mother, now middle-aged, wearing her flight attendant uniform again, my penis instantly hardened.
The dark blue uniform accentuated her slender waist in an alluring curve, the narrow skirt clung tightly to her shapely buttocks, her long, shapely legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose, and she wore black patent leather pointed-toe high heels. Her jet-black hair was neatly combed back and coiled at the back of her head, a red, white, and black scarf tied around her neck, and her small hands were naturally crossed in front of her lower abdomen. A charming professional smile graced her fair and pretty oval face.
To be honest, seeing my mother dressed so alluringly, I really wanted to burst through the door, pin her to the bed, pull out my already rock-hard penis, and thrust...! @#$%^&* But I only thought about it; I didn't actually dare to do anything to my mother. After all, my father was a former armed police officer, and he wouldn't hold back when it came to beating people up.
However, from then on, I developed a habit: every day after school, without saying goodbye, I would sneak to my parents' bedroom door to see if my mother was secretly wearing her flight attendant uniform. If not, I would wait until I took a shower that night and carefully rummage through the laundry basket to see if I could find any clothes my mother had prepared to change into. Although this opportunity was common, I dared not do it recklessly. Of course, there were exceptions. For example, if I found a pair of stockings that my mother had just taken off, I would stuff them into my pocket without hesitation. After lights out, I would lie in bed, put my mother's smooth, silky stockings on my already hard penis, and then imagine my mother's voice and smile, quickly stroking my penis until thick, sticky semen shot into the stockings. After venting my desires, I would be terrified the next day, afraid that my mother would find out something was wrong.
I slowly got through puberty in this state of mixed joy and worry. Originally, there was no way my mother and I would have had any chance of anything going wrong. However, an accident led to a series of other accidents.
Last summer, our family went on a road trip. We were in a car accident. My father died on the spot, and my mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was rushed to the hospital. My sister and I miraculously survived.
After a week of intensive care, my mother finally passed the critical period. Although she survived, she was left with a very serious aftereffect: she lost her memory. Her cerebral cortex was severely damaged, and whenever she slept, she couldn't remember anything. It was like the movie "50 First Dates."
I admit I'm an unfilial son. I didn't feel much sadness about my father's death; instead, I felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. I believed that my father's death was an opportunity given to me by God, and I had to seize it.
A few months later, my mother was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Looking at the familiar living room and bedroom, she looked completely lost. My sister helped her around, telling her stories from our childhood, hoping she could remember something. But all that was in vain. Even if she remembered now, she still wouldn't recognize us tomorrow.
Mom was clever, though. She hung our family photo in the bedroom and placed pictures of my sister and me side-by-side on the dressing table, with captions. Every morning when she woke up, she could see our faces. This method worked somewhat, though Mom occasionally suffered severe amnesia and couldn't understand why there were two pictures of children on the table.
Mom's condition had deteriorated to the point where she could no longer work; the airline gave her a long-term sick leave.
Everything seemed to have changed, but I noticed only one thing remained the same: every night, Mom would put on her old flight attendant uniform and strike various alluring poses in front of the mirror.
Each time, Mom would wear light makeup, her shapely buttocks slightly upturned under her dark blue business skirt, her long, slender legs clad in black stockings that looked smooth and shiny, and her delicate, lovely feet in black stiletto heels.
This is my mother's secret, and also my little secret. Every time I see my mother walking around the bedroom in her flight attendant uniform, my heart races like a cat's claw, and my penis is erect and hard as steel. After struggling with desire for months, I felt like I was about to collapse. But then, my sister went to summer camp, and before leaving, she told me to take good care of my mother.
I felt like the god of desire was beckoning to me, and I heard the seductive demon laughing in my ear. I struggled between desire and ethics, but in the end, I gave in to desire.
Since I'd decided to have sex with my mother, I needed to make a meticulous plan. The most common trick in online fanfiction is using drugs or sleeping pills, but I didn't want to do that, because that would be too boring. I wanted to watch my mother, in her flight attendant uniform, beg, moan, and indulge beneath me… So, I decided to have sex with her openly and blatantly. There was only one reason I dared to do this: once Mom woke up from a nap, she wouldn't remember anything, just like in "50 First Dates." If I was lucky, maybe I could also have my first time raped 50 times.
The operation was carried out on the fourth day of my sister's summer camp. After dinner, Mom went back to her bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room watching TV. But to be honest, at that moment, my mind was filled with images of Mom begging and moaning under me, and I had no idea what was on TV.
It was almost 11 o'clock when I got up and left the living room, cautiously making my way to my mother's bedroom. My heart was pounding. After all, she was my mother. My father was gone, and as his only son, instead of shouldering the family's burdens, I was thinking about how to violate her body. I thought I would go to the deepest hell after I died.
But that's how men are; once they're controlled by desire, they're worse than beasts.
Peeking into the bedroom through the crack in the door, my mother was, as usual, wearing her dark blue flight attendant uniform, hands on her hips, posing in front of the mirror, a smile playing on her lips. She seemed to be reminiscing about her days flying in the sky. This was probably the only beautiful memory in her mind, but I was about to tear her apart with my own hands, turning it into a permanent nightmare.
My mother swayed her slender waist, her beautiful buttocks slightly upturned. My desire had reached its peak; I wanted nothing more than to rush into the bedroom and pin her down, raping her to my heart's content. But I had to stay calm. I had to subdue my mother in one move, without giving her a chance to retaliate, or who knew what might happen.
The opportunity finally arrived. Mom accidentally dropped her lipstick under the bed. She crouched down, reached under the bed, groped around, and couldn't find it. She then lifted her uniform skirt, revealing half of her ample, black-stockinged thigh. Kneeling on her left knee, she reached out to grab it, but still couldn't find it. Mom's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She simply knelt on both knees, leaned forward, and looked down at the floor, her round, full buttocks sticking out.
Mom will probably never know how alluring her posture was at that moment. This breathtaking sight was like adding fuel to the fire for me, who was already on the verge of collapse.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed open the door and rushed behind her. Mom lurched forward from my forceful thrust, but luckily I caught her plump, round buttocks in time to prevent her from falling.
"Who?"
Before Mom could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her slender waist, and then greedily caressed her smooth, black-stockinged buttocks.
"Ah!" Mom cried out, turning her head sharply, her face turning deathly pale.
"Xiao Fan, what... what are you doing?" A blush spread across Mom's beautiful face, then her brows furrowed, and she angrily shouted, "What are you doing? Let me go!" I was now consumed by lust and completely ignored her demands. Mom tried to get up, but I immediately pressed my upper body against her back. Mom knelt down, her upper body also on the ground, like a female dog waiting to mate.
I reached out and touched the inside of Mom's thighs, which were covered in black stockings. They were smooth and sleek, full of texture. Mom shuddered violently, her two black-stockinged thighs squeezing together, trapping my right hand between them.
Flight attendant, uniform, mother, black stockings, beautiful legs—so many alluring elements were concentrated on my mother alone; heaven had truly been kind to me.
I pinned her beneath me, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her legs kicking incessantly at my rear, screaming repeatedly, her pretty face flushed crimson.
I thought, being brutally fucked by her own son, both physically and emotionally, was a far greater blow to her than being fucked by a stranger.
To avoid any complications, I pressed my upper body against hers, hastily pulling my pants down to my knees, then grabbed the edge of her black pantyhose and yanked it down along with her underwear, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous buttocks.
My mother screamed incessantly, her soft shoulders straining upwards. In desperation, I grabbed a pillowcase and stuffed it into her mouth, then pulled her two soft wrists behind her back, locking them behind her slender waist.
"Ugh...ugh~!"
Mom whimpered, her two black-stockinged legs crossed and entwined, her thighs tightly closed. Gazing at the pink flesh squeezed into a slit, my penis was already rock hard. I ran my glans along Mom's plump thighs a few times, then forcefully thrust it between her thighs.
"Ugh...ugh~!"
Feeling the heat of my penis, Mom tilted her head back slightly, tears welling in her eyes, her thighs clamping even tighter. I let out a groan of ecstasy, almost ejaculating.
My veined penis, pressed against the inside of Mom's smooth thighs, thrust twice forcefully against her delicate vulva.
"Mom, I'm going to fuck you." I don't know why I uttered such beastly words, but an unprecedented excitement quickly swept through every pore of my body.
Mom struggled even more fiercely. I flicked my glans upwards, aimed at her vulva, and thrust hard.
"Mmm~!"
Mom's upper body, clad in a dark blue uniform, stiffened, as if petrified, her face turning deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror. Her
delicate labia gripped my glans tightly; the pleasure was indescribable, both physical and psychological. Seeing the tears in Mom's eyes, my lust intensified. I raised my thick, hard penis and thrust forward forcefully, breaking through layers of tender flesh, slamming into a mound of soft flesh.
I fucked Mom! I finally fucked Mom!
I was incredibly excited, like a madman, grabbing her wrist with one hand and supporting her plump buttocks with the other, thrusting hard. Mom was in pain. Her vagina was already dry, and she hadn't had sex in a long time; how could she withstand such intense fucking? Her upper body slumped forward, half her face pressed against the ground, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
My mother's weak and aggrieved appearance only fueled my lust. After a few forceful thrusts, I released her hands, grabbed her buttocks, and fucked her like a madman. My long-suppressed desire was finally released. Soon, I felt a tightness in my back, a tingling sensation in my spine, and a strong urge to ejaculate surged through me.
My mother seemed to sense the swelling of my penis as well. She shook her head violently, put her hands on the ground, and crawled forward, trying to break free from my grasp. At that moment, I was on the verge of climax when she pulled this trick, and my penis was flung out of her vagina.
My mother crawled forward like a little bitch. Her black pantyhose and underwear were still on her legs, preventing her from fully opening them. So, with each step forward, her buttocks swayed forcefully.
In this situation, I almost ejaculated on the spot. But I held back. I had to ejaculate my first load of semen into my mother's sweet little honey hole.
I knelt down, quickly taking two steps forward to catch up with my mother. Instead of grabbing her, I thrust my penis forward, pressing the head against her vagina.
My mother felt the warmth of my penis and arched her back even more violently, knowing that if she stopped, her son would relentlessly fuck her again.
Like a valiant knight, I followed closely behind, my penis lightly touching her vulva, moving in and out of her rubbed vagina, but never fully penetrating.
We circled the bedroom again and again until finally, my mother, exhausted, slumped forward, collapsing to the floor, half her pretty face pressed against the ground, her eyes glazed, tears streaming down her face.
I quickly removed the pillowcase from her mouth, then grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up forcefully, causing her to kneel again, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her upper body lying flat on the ground.
I thrust my penis forward, the glans parting her tightly closed labia, passing through layers of tender flesh, and striking deep inside her vagina.
"Mmm,"
Mom groaned, shifting her body forward slightly. To my surprise, Mom's vagina was wet, overflowing with vaginal fluid.
Mom was actually aroused!
This was undoubtedly an encouragement to me, and I thrust even more frantically inside her, finally ejaculating thick, hot streams of semen into Mom's vagina.
Mom didn't scream or utter a sound, only her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if resigned to her fate.
The violently swollen penis continued to ejaculate inside her vagina, one spurt, two spurts, three spurts… until it couldn't ejaculate anymore, yet it remained erect.
I panted heavily, looking at my mother beneath me, ravaged by the ordeal. Without resting, I turned her over, making her lie facing me on the floor.
Her flight attendant uniform was a mess. I reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it open to the sides, pushing up her rose-colored bra. Her two round, white breasts sprang out, the two small purple nipples trembling in the cold wind.
I lay on top of her, lowered my head, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, making lewd, slurping sounds. Mom neither struggled nor resisted; her once beautiful eyes were now lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling.
I straightened up, took off my mother's black high heels, then hoisted her legs, clad in black pantyhose, onto my shoulders. I licked the soles of her feet with my tongue, and my mother's whole body tensed up like a taut rubber band, her saliva-covered feet gleaming seductively.
Holding her pantyhose-clad legs with one hand and my penis with the other, I aimed at her vagina and thrust in again with a sudden burst of strength.
My mother's delicate face contorted, and she let out a soft moan. With each thrust, her body trembled, her large breasts swaying and forming waves of white flesh.
Having already ejaculated once, this time I didn't rush into penetration. Instead, I used a technique of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, moving in and out of her vagina at varying speeds.
Although it felt just as good as before, it also left me feeling very unsatisfied—my mother's lifeless reaction.
What's the difference between a woman in bed who doesn't moan and an inflatable doll?
My fighting spirit was reignited; I refused to believe I couldn't give my mother pleasure.
I pushed my mother's black-stockinged legs forward, pressing them directly onto her breasts. My mother's lower body arched up; this position must have been very uncomfortable. With each thrust, her brow furrowed, and she made soft moaning sounds.
This reaction from my mother greatly encouraged me. I stopped using any thrusting techniques and just kept thrusting my penis in, fucking her wildly.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm~!"
Finally, my mother closed her eyes tightly, letting out moans that were hard to decipher, a mixture of pain and pleasure. As my thrusting speed increased, the moans became more pronounced.
"Ah~!"
My mother's mouth opened wide, and she moaned ecstatically. Like a knight receiving a command, I held my mother's black-stockinged legs and fucked her vagina wildly.
With the moans becoming more pronounced, I felt my mother's vagina contract rapidly, the layers of tender flesh tightly gripping my penis, especially the delicate clitoris deep within her vagina, which sucked hard every time the head of my penis touched it.
"Mmm~!"
Mom groaned, her beautiful face contorting, eyes tightly closed, legs stiffening, arches clenched, her body trembling slightly, her delicate features scrunched up, her tender vulva gripping my penis tightly, her clitoris gushing out streams of hot nectar. Faced with such powerful suction, I was at my limit. After a few frantic thrusts, I thrust my penis all the way in, aimed at her tender vulva, and ejaculated another thick stream of nectar.
That night, I don't know how many times I did it to Mom. After her last ecstatic cry, she fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I faced my mother with trepidation, but as usual, she remembered nothing.
Just like my 50th first love, every time with Mom was my first time, I recklessly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. Until my sister returned from summer camp.
But when my sister said these words, I was stunned.
"Mom, Dr. Li said you haven't had your follow-up appointment for several days. She called me today to ask if your amnesia has flared up again.
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