Mother's beautiful tender vagina

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My name is Lü Dechang. From childhood, I've always been a well-behaved child, obedient to my parents and teachers. My father often told me that when I grew up, I shouldn't care about looks or age when choosing a wife; only money mattered. He said I should marry a daughter from a wealthy family so I could avoid decades of hard work. He explained that with a rich wife, I wouldn't need to work, could live a life of luxury, hire many servants, and do nothing myself, becoming a high-ranking lord. My father constantly nagged me with these words, which accompanied me throughout my life.

During my school years, both in elementary and middle school, I was surrounded by many different kinds of female classmates. Many of them were interested in me, but I avoided them all because they were from poor families. Don't ask me why I had so many girls around me; it's because I was quite handsome, even good-looking, and friends and family often praised me. My father once jokingly said that if Dechang didn't amount to anything in the future, he would make him a gigolo, so as not to "bury" his talents.

Everyone else would have thought my father was joking, but I didn't. I knew my father too well; he was two-faced, a very pragmatic man who would side with whoever offered the best deal. Take my uncle, for example. He made some money in his early years, becoming a millionaire. Our family of three relied entirely on my mother working in a factory to support us, while my father was unemployed, spending his days idly, always looking for something fun to do. Life was quite difficult for us.

After my uncle became wealthy, he took great care of my father, buying him whatever we needed. His house was only a few streets away, but my father rarely visited before. However, after his uncle's fortune, my father went to his house every day. He addressed him as "elder brother" and was extremely friendly to his family, completely forgetting the time when my uncle was poor and I had chased him for blocks over a trivial matter. Later, my uncle's business failed, and my father often mocked him, saying he was destined to be poor his whole life and would never get rich.

My mother was a very gentle and virtuous woman, always with a faint smile on her face. Everyone who saw that smile was infected by it and felt a sense of joy and comfort from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes I wondered why such a good woman as my mother would marry such a good-for-nothing "rogue" as my father.

In my memory, my mother never lost her temper, and she got along very well with the neighbors. There was never any oral sex between them. Every day she got up at sunrise to cook for us, then went to the factory, and when she came back, she continued to do housework, never complaining about how heavy the housework was.

I have an indescribable feeling for my mother. Whenever I look at her, I feel very comfortable and peaceful. So, from a young age, I loved to cling to my mother, snuggle in her arms, listen to her stories, and smell her faint fragrance. This was my greatest enjoyment and most beautiful memory as a child. Sometimes I think, I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up, I won't be able to snuggle in my mother's arms like this anymore.

My father's greatest "wish" was for me to "become a dragon among men." To ensure I would make a lot of money and marry a wealthy woman, he was extremely strict with me, forbidding me from wasting a single second of my free time playing and forcing me to constantly bury myself in books. Thus, my school years were long and tedious. I had almost no friends; who would befriend a bookworm?

After enduring the long middle school years, I was admitted to a prestigious local university. My mother was overjoyed. On the day I received my acceptance letter, she immediately slaughtered all the chickens we raised to celebrate. My father complained that she shouldn't have killed them; he wanted to keep them for himself.

Then, with a serious expression, my father called me aside and "earnestly" gave me a "task": find a wealthy woman to marry; looks didn't matter. In this highly competitive job market, a wealthy wife could indeed greatly help one's career, and I felt my father's words made some sense.

I was working towards this goal, but reality was always so cruel. Most rich women were terribly ugly, those who were good-looking were poor, and the rich and beautiful were out of my reach. Did I really have to sacrifice myself and find an ugly woman? I was confused.

And so, my four years of university were almost over, and I still hadn't found a rich man's daughter to marry. My father got anxious and immediately gave me a strict order: I had to find one before graduation, or he would disown me. Actually, I had no respect for my father anymore; whether he acknowledged me or not didn't matter. But I absolutely couldn't disown my mother. She was the only person I cared about in my life, and all my hard work in studying was to give her a better life.

Then, a woman named Cheng Lili entered my life. She was average-looking, her features barely passable, only a hair's breadth away from ugly. She was slightly overweight, less than 1.6 meters tall—a typical chubby girl. She quickly launched her offensive. I didn't really want to pay attention to her, just reluctantly dealing with her, having absolutely no interest in her. But she was clever; she drove her car to my house. When my father saw the car worth hundreds of thousands, his eyes lit up. When he learned it was my friend, his enthusiastic and sincere expression almost made me not recognize him.

He quickly bombarded Lili with questions, inquiring about her background. But when he learned that her father's assets were worth hundreds of millions, his eyes were filled with undisguised envy and jealousy. My father relentlessly encouraged me to pursue her, and Cheng Lili often showed me extra care and constantly expressed her affection for me. Under the double offensive of my father and Lili, I quickly succumbed. After graduating from university, I married her, and we moved into the villa her father had given me. I then worked in her father's company, but only as a junior employee. Her father, my father-in-law, didn't give me any special treatment at all; his gaze towards me was full of disdain. Her mother and her only brother were the same.

After marriage, her personality changed drastically. Her previous submissiveness to me vanished. She constantly bossed me around, ordering me around at will, and even fired all the servants, claiming it was to enjoy life as a couple, keeping only a cook to satisfy her enormous appetite. She treated me like a servant, making me do everything. After a long day of work, I still had to do her laundry and clean.

All of this was bearable, but what was most unbearable was her insatiable sex drive. She needed to be satisfied several times every night, and often tormented me in various ways. Being weighed down by her fat every day, seeing her body covered in fat, her disgusting breasts, and her nauseating body odor—this wasn't sex; it was hard labor! Even hard labor wouldn't be this unbearable.

Six months passed like this, and I gradually developed a sexual fear of her. I was afraid to see her fat. In just six months, I had lost a full five kilograms, while she had gained ten kilograms, looking like a huge pile of white flesh. I even suspected that she had been practicing yin-yang cultivation. I gradually refused to have sex with her, and when she saw that I could no longer satisfy her, she actually kept a gigolo outside and even openly brought him back to the villa.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate such a blatant cuckoldry, and immediately said, "What do you mean? Keeping a gigolo and bringing him home?"

But she nonchalantly replied, "What's the big deal? The old one's no longer usable, so of course I'll find a new one."

Hearing her words, as if she considered me an old gigolo, I immediately shouted angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

She looked at me with disdain, her face sharp and sarcastic, and said, "Haha, can't you tell? Do you think I don't know why you married me? You're just after money, you gigolo."

"You can't satisfy me anymore, so I'll find someone else. What's wrong with that?" she continued, "You probably don't know I also found an older gigolo, that's your father, haha, your father is much more capable than you, haha..."

I was stunned by her words. I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing, but thinking about his character, I was confused. My heart told me that my father might really have done it for money.

"Your father sold his son, and even himself! Haha, father and son both selling themselves, that's truly rare!" Cheng Lili's sharp and sarcastic words echoed in the empty house.

I said nothing, walked out of the villa. All I wanted now was to see my mother. Sitting in the taxi, I recalled my experiences over the past twenty-four years, feeling like a puppet on a string, completely without freedom, not even in my marriage.

When I arrived home, I saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen for months. She was still smiling at me, her face full of love. My mother hadn't changed; her beautiful figure was still so curvaceous, as if time had left no trace on her.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and threw myself into my mother's arms, bursting into tears. My mother was a little at a loss, but seeing a grown man in his twenties crying like this, she knew I must have suffered a great injustice.

"Chang'er, what happened? Don't cry, tell me," my mother comforted me.

Nestled in my mother's arms, breathing in her familiar scent, I felt as if I had returned to my childhood, when I would run to my mother and whine when I was wronged. With my mother's comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized. I told her everything that had happened since my marriage, and I also told her about today's events without hiding anything.

My mother was heartbroken to hear about all the grievances I had suffered, but she couldn't accept my father's actions at all. "No wonder he's been so extravagant lately, so that's what happened. What a scoundrel Lü Zhaoxin, what a white-faced old man!"

How could my mother and I face the reality before us? In the end, we hugged each other and cried. Holding my mother's full body, looking at her tear-streaked face and helpless expression, I felt a pang of heartache. If my mother were my wife, I would love her dearly and never let her suffer any injustice.

Holding my mother, I gradually became aroused. My hand, which had been stroking my mother's back, slowly moved downwards, and the desire within me began to burn. She was my beloved mother. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want to suppress my love for her anymore. I love my mother, I love everything about her. I held my mother tightly with one arm, while the other caressed her fleshy buttocks. When she realized my actions were getting out of hand, and that my penis was pressing against her lower abdomen, she was startled.

She looked up and saw the expectant and lustful look in my eyes. She wasn't stupid; she immediately knew what I was going to do and shouted, "Chang'er, what are you doing? Let me go!"

I knew that if I let go this time, I might never have another chance, and there would definitely be a barrier between us. My mother would likely be constantly wary of me. Whether I could overcome this barrier depended on this day.

"Mother, I love you! Please accept me!" I finally said what I had been holding back.

"Chang'er, don't do this anymore. This is wrong. We can't do this. It's incest. Let go!" My mother still refused to accept me, struggling violently in my arms.

"But, Mother, I truly love you. I've loved you since I was very young. Mother, I want you to be my woman!" I said excitedly.

"Chang'er, you're crazy! This is incest, don't you know that? Let me go, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"No! Mother, love is innocent. Do you know how much I love you? All these years, my dreams have been about you. Mother, you love me too, don't you? We haven't wronged anyone, not even Father. He himself is indecent." I became more and more agitated, showering my mother's cheeks with kisses like raindrops.

"Don't do this, Chang'er!" My mother desperately pushed my head away, preventing me from kissing her.

"Mother, I love you. Be my woman! I swear I will love you forever."

I embraced my mother's alluring body. I couldn't resist any longer. At that moment, I had only one thought: I love my mother, my mother is mine, I want my mother. I held my mother between my legs, quickly pulling her shirt up to my shoulders and then ripping off her bra. At that moment, I saw the scene I had dreamed of: my mother's upper body was naked, her snow-white skin dazzling, her smooth, flat stomach alluring, and her full, firm breasts standing erect in the air, bobbing up and down with her rapid breathing.

My mother's head was resting on my shoulder, her face listless, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. Seeing her like this, I felt a pang of pity, a flicker of regret rising within me. But it was too late to back down now; I had waited so many years for this day, I couldn't let it all go to waste.

Seeing my mother lying there quietly, seemingly resigned, I was afraid she might do something rash, so I whispered in her ear, "Mother, are you really unwilling? I've never even been with a real woman before. Please help your son."

My mother glanced at me quietly and said, "So you're going to lay a hand on your own mother? What's the difference between that and being an animal?"

"No, it's different, Mother. I love you. I consider you my mother, my wife. I love you deeply." I said slowly, looking into my mother's eyes.

At that moment, neither of us spoke, just silently gazing at each other. After a long while, my mother touched my face and said, "Chang'er, you are my son. What mother doesn't love her child? If you really want me to give it to you, you must forget everything after today." I

was already grateful that my mother could accept me; we could deal with the rest later. I agreed, "Okay, Mother." Seeing that I had agreed, my mother slowly stood up and silently walked to my old room. I followed her slowly.

My mother stood by the bed and slowly took off her clothes. As she moved, her clothes gradually disappeared, revealing her full, snow-white body. Her skin was as white as snow, and her large, plump breasts sagged slightly, yet remained alluring. Her long, straight legs stood upright. My mother was already in her forties, but looking at her curvaceous figure, it was hard to believe that she was a middle-aged woman.

After undressing, my mother lay flat on the bed, her face slightly flushed. She turned her head and closed her eyes, quietly waiting for me. My mother was very nervous; her body seemed a little stiff, and her breathing was a little rapid. Her full breasts trembled with each breath.

I stared in disbelief, my mouth dry, and I involuntarily swallowed. My body trembled uncontrollably. I slowly reached out my slightly trembling hands and gently stroked my mother's smooth skin, my hands slowly tracing over her flat abdomen. I slowly swam towards my mother's breasts, gently grasping her full and soft flesh. The touch was incredibly delicate and soft, like cotton candy.

Caressing my mother's beautiful body, I realized then how incredibly pleasurable and arousing a woman's body could be. Sometimes I caressed her gently, sometimes I kneaded her firmly, her two elastic breasts changing shape in my hands.

"Mother... your breasts are so beautiful... so soft and smooth... so big and white, they feel so good to touch,"

I exclaimed, slowly lowering my face to gently kiss her full breasts. My lips rubbed against her smooth skin, my tongue savoring every inch of her breasts, licking back and forth between her snow-white neck and breasts, from her full breasts down to her snow-white shoulders, finally savoring her large, white breasts.

With my stimulation, my mother's body gradually responded, trembling slightly, emitting soft moans, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. My mother gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, and even with my teasing, she didn't open her eyes, keeping her head turned away from me. My hand slowly moved down from my mother's breasts, across her smooth abdomen, and towards her final destination.

"My long-cherished wish can finally be fulfilled today. Mother, you will always belong to me." I stroked my mother, unable to suppress the excitement in my heart any longer. I realized that happiness was so close.

I gently caressed my mother's beautiful vulva: pink labia, delicate clitoris, all displaying the allure of a mature woman. I stroked her small labia, slowly rubbing her delicate clitoris. My mother's body gradually responded; her legs trembled restlessly, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes half-closed. At that moment, my mother was incredibly sexy and alluring.

I could no longer resist. I quickly stripped off my clothes, straddled my mother, and aimed my penis at her vulva. "Plop!" My penis entered my mother's warm, narrow vulva, the soft walls of her vagina immediately enveloping me. I began to slowly thrust, my hands tightly squeezing my mother's soft breasts.

"Mother... I feel so good... This is the true taste of a woman... Ah... that fat woman's rotten hole is as loose as a belt... I've lived in vain before." I groaned loudly with excitement.

The moment I penetrated my mother, her whole body stiffened. Her vaginal muscles clenched tighter than usual with tension, and tears slowly streamed from her helpless and sorrowful eyes. She murmured softly, "Am I committing a sin? If so, please, God, don't punish my son. Punish me instead. The child is innocent."

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the narrow room, mingled with my shouts and my mother's low moans. My mother's face was flushed, covered in fine beads of sweat, and her long hair cascaded over her trembling, snow-white breasts.

Stimulated by the taboo of orgy, the excitement and happiness I felt were indescribable. I abandoned all my worries and focused intently on thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina, twisting my hips rapidly. The love juice overflowing from my mother's vagina had already soaked the sheets at the point of our union.

"Mmm...oh..." My mother was getting a little overwhelmed by my thrusting. Although she was still clenching her teeth, she began to moan softly from her throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth from the pleasure, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. My mother's moans were a silent encouragement to me, and I attacked my mother's wet pussy even more vigorously.

At this moment, my mother also felt pleasure. She subconsciously twisted her beautiful buttocks to meet the thrusts of her son's penis, and moaned softly. Seeing that my mother was aroused, I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. My mother's moans, my panting, and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room for a long time, forming a lewd scene of incest between mother and son.

I supported myself on the bed with my hands, my lower body constantly thrusting into my mother's pussy, and I brought my head close to my mother, carefully observing her. My mother's face was full of lust and a little lewd expression. My mother's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at me. But even with her eyes closed, she seemed to clearly feel my burning gaze on her.

She slightly opened her eyes and saw my face pressed tightly against her cheek. Her small mouth opened slightly but then closed again, remaining silent and ignoring me. Looking at her actions, I realized she had wanted to reprimand me, but given her position, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

About an hour later, I gradually sensed that my mother's climax was approaching. Her body stiffened, and she was breathing heavily—a sign of impending orgasm. Her flushed face tilted back slightly, her body drenched in sweat, her sweat-soaked breasts heaving.

My mother felt waves of pleasure, both painful and stimulating, against the walls of her vagina. She could no longer ignore the physical sensations; she had reached orgasm. She tried to control herself, letting out

a long, drawn-out gasp. Her already tight vaginal walls contracted even more violently, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out, surging against my glans. I, too, climaxed under her stimulation. I gripped her full body tightly, my hot penis plunging deep into her vagina. The vaginal walls gripped my penis, and I erupted violently, spurting out streams of hot semen, a large amount of it spraying deep into her warm vagina.

After the passion subsided, I lay on top of her, panting heavily, unwilling to move for a long time. My mother was also breathing softly, her face flushed, her long eyelashes trembling, and her alluring red lips slightly parted.

I lay quietly on my mother's lap, reflecting on the moment, and said to her, "Mom, I want to divorce Cheng Lili. Do you support me?"

My mother looked at me with some surprise and said, "Have you made up your mind? Your father won't agree..."

"Don't mention him anymore. He sold his son, and then he sold himself. He doesn't deserve to be my father anymore," I interrupted my mother.

My reaction was a little unexpected for my mother. She gently scolded me, "No matter what happens, your father is your father. You can't disown him." Then she added, "If you've made up your mind, then go for it. Don't worry about others."

I listened to my mother's words, silently put on my clothes, and walked out of the old house where I had lived for over twenty years. Looking at the clear sky, I felt it was a reflection of my inner self. I shouted loudly to the sky, "I want to rely on myself! I don't want to marry a rich man's daughter again!"

My name is Lü Dechang. From childhood to adulthood, I have always been a good child, listening to my parents and teachers. From a young age, my father often told me that when I grew up, I shouldn't care about looks or age when choosing a wife, only whether she was rich. He said I should marry a daughter from a wealthy family so I could avoid decades of hard work. He explained that if my wife was rich, I wouldn't need to work, could live a life of luxury, hire many servants, and do nothing myself, becoming a high and mighty lord. My father constantly nagged me with these words, and they accompanied me throughout my childhood.

During my school years, whether in elementary or middle school, I was surrounded by many different kinds of female classmates. Many of them were interested in me, but I avoided them all because they were all from poor families. Don't ask me why I had so many girls around me; it's because I was quite good-looking, even handsome, and friends and relatives often praised me. My father once jokingly said that if Dechang didn't amount to much in the future, he would make him a gigolo, so as not to "bury" his talents.

Everyone else would have thought my father was joking, but I didn't. I knew my father too well; he was two-faced, a very pragmatic man who would side with whoever offered the best deal. Take my uncle, for example. He made some money in his early years, becoming a millionaire. Our family of three relied entirely on my mother working in a factory to support us, while my father was unemployed, spending his days idly, always looking for something fun to do. Life was quite difficult for us.

After my uncle became wealthy, he took great care of my father, buying him whatever we needed. His house was only a few streets away, but my father rarely visited before. However, after his uncle's fortune, my father went to his house every day. He addressed him as "elder brother" and was extremely friendly to his family, completely forgetting the time when my uncle was poor and I had chased him for blocks over a trivial matter. Later, my uncle's business failed, and my father often mocked him, saying he was destined to be poor his whole life and would never get rich.

My mother was a very gentle and virtuous woman, always with a faint smile on her face. Everyone who saw that smile was infected by it and felt a sense of joy and comfort from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes I wondered why such a good woman as my mother would marry such a good-for-nothing "rogue" as my father.

In my memory, my mother never lost her temper, and she got along very well with the neighbors. There was never any oral sex between them. Every day she got up at sunrise to cook for us, then went to the factory, and when she came back, she continued to do housework, never complaining about how heavy the housework was.

I have an indescribable feeling for my mother. Whenever I look at her, I feel very comfortable and peaceful. So, from a young age, I loved to cling to my mother, snuggle in her arms, listen to her stories, and smell her faint fragrance. This was my greatest enjoyment and most beautiful memory as a child. Sometimes I think, I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up, I won't be able to snuggle in my mother's arms like this anymore.

My father's greatest "wish" was for me to "become a dragon among men." To ensure I would make a lot of money and marry a wealthy woman, he was extremely strict with me, forbidding me from wasting a single second of my free time playing and forcing me to constantly bury myself in books. Thus, my school years were long and tedious. I had almost no friends; who would befriend a bookworm?

After enduring the long middle school years, I was admitted to a prestigious local university. My mother was overjoyed. On the day I received my acceptance letter, she immediately slaughtered all the chickens we raised to celebrate. My father complained that she shouldn't have killed them; he wanted to keep them for himself.

Then, with a serious expression, my father called me aside and "earnestly" gave me a "task": find a wealthy woman to marry; looks didn't matter. In this highly competitive job market, a wealthy wife could indeed greatly help one's career, and I felt my father's words made some sense.

I was working towards this goal, but reality was always so cruel. Most rich women were terribly ugly, those who were good-looking were poor, and the rich and beautiful were out of my reach. Did I really have to sacrifice myself and find an ugly woman? I was confused.

And so, my four years of university were almost over, and I still hadn't found a rich man's daughter to marry. My father got anxious and immediately gave me a strict order: I had to find one before graduation, or he would disown me. Actually, I had no respect for my father anymore; whether he acknowledged me or not didn't matter. But I absolutely couldn't disown my mother. She was the only person I cared about in my life, and all my hard work in studying was to give her a better life.

Then, a woman named Cheng Lili entered my life. She was average-looking, her features barely passable, only a hair's breadth away from ugly. She was slightly overweight, less than 1.6 meters tall—a typical chubby girl. She quickly launched her offensive. I didn't really want to pay attention to her, just reluctantly dealing with her, having absolutely no interest in her. But she was clever; she drove her car to my house. When my father saw the car worth hundreds of thousands, his eyes lit up. When he learned it was my friend, his enthusiastic and sincere expression almost made me not recognize him.

He quickly bombarded Lili with questions, inquiring about her background. But when he learned that her father's assets were worth hundreds of millions, his eyes were filled with undisguised envy and jealousy. My father relentlessly encouraged me to pursue her, and Cheng Lili often showed me extra care and constantly expressed her affection for me. Under the double offensive of my father and Lili, I quickly succumbed. After graduating from university, I married her, and we moved into the villa her father had given me. I then worked in her father's company, but only as a junior employee. Her father, my father-in-law, didn't give me any special treatment at all; his gaze towards me was full of disdain. Her mother and her only brother were the same.

After marriage, her personality changed drastically. Her previous submissiveness to me vanished. She constantly bossed me around, ordering me around at will, and even fired all the servants, claiming it was to enjoy life as a couple, keeping only a cook to satisfy her enormous appetite. She treated me like a servant, making me do everything. After a long day of work, I still had to do her laundry and clean.

All of this was bearable, but what was most unbearable was her insatiable sex drive. She needed to be satisfied several times every night, and often tormented me in various ways. Being weighed down by her fat every day, seeing her body covered in fat, her disgusting breasts, and her nauseating body odor—this wasn't sex; it was hard labor! Even hard labor wouldn't be this unbearable.

Six months passed like this, and I gradually developed a sexual fear of her. I was afraid to see her fat. In just six months, I had lost a full five kilograms, while she had gained ten kilograms, looking like a huge pile of white flesh. I even suspected that she had been practicing yin-yang cultivation. I gradually refused to have sex with her, and when she saw that I could no longer satisfy her, she actually kept a gigolo outside and even openly brought him back to the villa.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate such a blatant cuckoldry, and immediately said, "What do you mean? Keeping a gigolo and bringing him home?"

But she nonchalantly replied, "What's the big deal? The old one's no longer usable, so of course I'll find a new one."

Hearing her words, as if she considered me an old gigolo, I immediately shouted angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

She looked at me with disdain, her face sharp and sarcastic, and said, "Haha, can't you tell? Do you think I don't know why you married me? You're just after money, you gigolo."

"You can't satisfy me anymore, so I'll find someone else. What's wrong with that?" she continued, "You probably don't know I also found an older gigolo, that's your father, haha, your father is much more capable than you, haha..."

I was stunned by her words. I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing, but thinking about his character, I was confused. My heart told me that my father might really have done it for money.

"Your father sold his son, and he sold himself too, haha, father and son both selling themselves, that's truly rare." Cheng Lili's sharp and sarcastic words echoed in the empty house.

I said nothing and walked out of the villa. All I wanted now was to see my mother. Sitting in the taxi, I recalled my experiences over the past twenty-four years, feeling like a puppet on a string, completely without freedom, not even in my marriage.

When I arrived home, I saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen for months. She was still smiling at me, her face full of love. My mother hadn't changed; her beautiful figure was still so curvaceous, as if time had left no trace on her.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and threw myself into my mother's arms, bursting into tears. My mother was a little at a loss, but seeing a grown man in his twenties crying like this, she knew I must have suffered a great injustice.

"Chang'er, what happened? Don't cry, tell me." "My mother comforted me.

Nestled in her arms, breathing in her familiar scent, I felt as if I had returned to my childhood, when I would run to my mother for comfort whenever I was wronged. With her comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized. I told her everything that had happened since my marriage, and I also told her about what had happened today without hiding anything.

My mother was heartbroken to hear about all the grievances I had suffered, but she couldn't accept my father's actions at all. "No wonder he's been so generous lately, so that's what happened. What a Lu Zhaoxin, what a white-faced old man." "

How could my mother and I face the reality before us? In the end, we hugged each other and cried. Holding my mother's full body, looking at her tearful face and helpless expression, I felt a pang of heartache. If my mother were my wife, I would love her dearly and never let her suffer any injustice.

Holding my mother, I gradually became aroused. My hand, which had been stroking my mother's back, slowly moved downwards, and the desire within me began to burn. She was my beloved mother. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want to suppress my love for her anymore. I love my mother, I love everything about her. I held my mother tightly with one arm and stroked her fleshy buttocks with the other. When my mother realized that my actions were getting out of hand, when she saw my penis pressing against her lower abdomen, she was startled.

She looked up and saw my expectant and lustful eyes. My mother wasn't stupid; she immediately knew what I was going to do and shouted, 'Chang'er, what do you want to do? Let me go!'" "

I know that if I let go this time, I might never have another chance, and there will definitely be a rift between mother and son. My mother will probably be wary of me all the time. Whether I can overcome this hurdle depends on today.

" "Mother, I love you! Please accept me!" I finally said what I had been afraid to say all along.

"Chang'er, don't do this anymore. This is wrong. We can't do this. It's incest. Let go of me." My mother still refused to accept me, resisting violently in my arms.

"But Mother, I truly love you. I've loved you since I was very young. Mother, I want you to be my woman!" I said excitedly.

"Chang'er, you're crazy! This is incest, don't you know that? Let me go, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"No! Mother, love is innocent. Do you know how much I love you? All these years, my dreams have been about you. Mother, you love me too, don't you? We haven't wronged anyone, not even Father. He himself is unclear about his actions." I became more and more agitated, my mouth raining kisses on my mother's cheeks.

"Don't do this, Chang'er!" My mother pushed my head away with both hands, trying to stop me from kissing her.

"Mother, I love you. Be my woman! I swear I will love you forever."

Holding my mother's alluring body, I couldn't bear it any longer. At that moment, I had only one thought: I love my mother, my mother is mine, I want my mother. I held my mother between my legs, quickly pulling her shirt up to my shoulders and then ripping off her bra. At that moment, I saw the scene I had dreamed of: my mother's upper body was naked, her snow-white skin dazzling, her smooth, flat stomach alluring, and her full, firm breasts standing erect in the air, bobbing up and down with her rapid breathing.

My mother's head was resting on my shoulder, her face listless, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. Seeing her like this, I felt a pang of pity, a flicker of regret rising within me. But it was too late to back down now; I had waited so many years for this day, I couldn't let it all go to waste.

Seeing my mother lying there quietly, seemingly resigned, I was afraid she might do something rash, so I whispered in her ear, "Mother, are you really unwilling? I've never even been with a real woman before. Please help your son."

My mother glanced at me quietly and said, "So you're going to lay a hand on your own mother? What's the difference between that and being an animal?"

"No, it's different, Mother. I love you. I consider you my mother, my wife. I love you deeply." I said slowly, looking into my mother's eyes.

At that moment, neither of us spoke, just silently gazing at each other. After a long while, my mother touched my face and said, "Chang'er, you are my son. What mother doesn't love her child? If you really want me to give it to you, you must forget everything after today." I

was already grateful that my mother could accept me; we could deal with the rest later. I agreed, "Okay, Mother." Seeing that I had agreed, my mother slowly stood up and silently walked to my old room. I followed her slowly.

My mother stood by the bed and slowly took off her clothes. As she moved, her clothes gradually disappeared, revealing her full, snow-white body. Her skin was as white as snow, and her large, plump breasts sagged slightly, yet remained alluring. Her long, straight legs stood upright. My mother was already in her forties, but looking at her curvaceous figure, it was hard to believe that she was a middle-aged woman.

After undressing, my mother lay flat on the bed, her face slightly flushed. She turned her head and closed her eyes, quietly waiting for me. My mother was very nervous; her body seemed a little stiff, and her breathing was a little rapid. Her full breasts trembled with each breath.

I stared in disbelief, my mouth dry, and I involuntarily swallowed. My body trembled uncontrollably. I slowly reached out my slightly trembling hands and gently stroked my mother's smooth skin, my hands slowly tracing over her flat abdomen. I slowly swam towards my mother's breasts, gently grasping her full and soft flesh. The touch was incredibly delicate and soft, like cotton candy.

Caressing my mother's beautiful body, I realized then how incredibly pleasurable and arousing a woman's body could be. Sometimes I caressed her gently, sometimes I kneaded her firmly, her two elastic breasts changing shape in my hands.

"Mother... your breasts are so beautiful... so soft and smooth... so big and white, they feel so good to touch,"

I exclaimed, slowly lowering my face to gently kiss her full breasts. My lips rubbed against her smooth skin, my tongue savoring every inch of her breasts, licking back and forth between her snow-white neck and breasts, from her full breasts down to her snow-white shoulders, finally savoring her large, white breasts.

With my stimulation, my mother's body gradually responded, trembling slightly, emitting soft moans, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath. My mother gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, and even with my teasing, she didn't open her eyes, keeping her head turned away from me. My hand slowly moved down from my mother's breasts, across her smooth abdomen, heading towards her final destination.

"My long-cherished wish can finally be fulfilled today. Mother, you will belong to me forever." I stroked my mother, no longer able to suppress my excitement. Happiness was so close.

I gently caressed my mother's beautiful vulva: pink labia, delicate clitoris, all displaying the charm of a mature woman. I caressed my mother's two small labia, slowly rubbing her delicate clitoris. My mother's body gradually responded; her legs trembled restlessly, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes were half-closed. At this moment, my mother was extremely sexy and alluring.

I could no longer endure it. I quickly stripped off my clothes, straddled my mother, and aimed my penis at her vagina. "Plop!" My penis entered my mother's warm, narrow vagina. The soft walls of her vagina enveloped me, and I began to slowly thrust in and out, my hands tightly squeezing my mother's soft breasts.

"Mother... I feel so good... This is the true taste of a woman... Ah... That fat woman's rotten vagina is as loose as a belt... I've lived in vain before." I groaned loudly with excitement.

The moment I penetrated my mother, her whole body stiffened. Her vagina clenched tighter than usual due to tension, and tears slowly streamed from her helpless and sorrowful eyes. She murmured softly, "Am I committing a sin? If so, please, God, don't punish my son. Punish me instead. The child is innocent."

The sounds of flesh colliding, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" echoed in the narrow room, mixed with my shouts and my mother's low moans. My mother's face flushed crimson, covered in fine beads of sweat, her long hair cascading over her trembling, snow-white breasts.

Stimulated by the taboo of incestuous sex, the excitement and happiness I felt were indescribable. I abandoned all my inhibitions, focusing intently on thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina, twisting my hips in rapid, rhythmic attacks. The love juices overflowing from her vagina had already soaked the sheets at our point of contact.

"Mmm...oh..." My mother was struggling to keep up with my thrusts. Though she clenched her teeth, she began to moan softly, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth from the pleasure, her breathing growing heavier. Her moans were a silent encouragement to me, and I attacked her wet vagina even more vigorously.

My mother was also experiencing pleasure now. She instinctively swayed her hips, responding to the thrusts of her son's penis, moaning softly. Seeing that my mother was aroused, I increased the speed of my thrusts. The sounds of my mother's moans, my heavy breathing, and the thud of our bodies echoed in the room, creating a scene of incestuous mother-son debauchery.

I braced myself on the bed, my lower body relentlessly thrusting into my mother's vagina, bringing my head close to her, observing her closely. My mother's face was flushed with desire, a mixture of lust and wantonness. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, as if she dared not look at me, yet even with them closed, she seemed to clearly feel my burning gaze upon her.

When she slightly opened her eyes, she saw my face pressed tightly against her cheek. Her small mouth opened slightly but then closed again, remaining silent and ignoring me. Looking at my mother's actions, I realized she had wanted to reprimand me, but given her position, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

About an hour later, I gradually sensed that my mother's climax was approaching. Her body stiffened, and she was breathing heavily—a sign that orgasm was imminent. Her rosy face tilted back slightly, her body drenched in sweat, her breasts heaving with perspiration.

She felt waves of pleasure, both painful and stimulating, against her vaginal walls. She could no longer ignore the sensations; she had reached orgasm. She tried to control herself, "Ah...oh...it's here."

I saw her let out a long gasp, and her already tight vaginal walls contracted even more sharply, streams of vaginal fluid gushing against my glans. I also climaxed under her stimulation. I hugged her full body tightly, my hot penis plunging deep into her vagina. My penis, gripped by her vaginal walls, erupted violently, spurting out large amounts of hot semen, which sprayed deep into her warm vagina.

After the passion subsided, I lay panting heavily on top of my mother, unwilling to move for a long time. My mother was also breathing softly, her pretty face flushed, her long eyelashes trembling, and her alluring red lips slightly parted.

I lay quietly on top of her, savoring the moment, and said, "Mother, I want to divorce Cheng Lili. Do you support me?"

My mother looked at me with some surprise and said, "Have you decided? Your father won't agree..."

"Don't mention him anymore. He sold his son, then sold himself. He doesn't deserve to be my father anymore," I interrupted her.

My reaction surprised my mother. She gently scolded me, "No matter what happens, your father is your father. You can't disown him." Then she added, "If you've decided, then do it. Don't worry about others."

I silently put on my clothes, walked out of the old house where I had lived for over twenty years, and looked at the clear sky. I felt it was a reflection of my inner self. I shouted loudly to the sky, "I will rely on myself! I will never marry a rich man's daughter again!"

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