Mother's wet, slippery, horny pussy

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My mother's wet, slippery, horny pussy.
I'm twenty-eight years old this year and have been working for five years. In junior high school, I became hopelessly addicted to erotic novels and movies. Back then, society wasn't as open as it is now; finding a young girl to have a taste of sex was incredibly difficult. Hiring a prostitute? No money! No connections!

After each erotic novel or movie, I could only secretly hide away and masturbate, fantasizing about women's bodies until I ejaculated. Years of masturbation made my penis dark, thick, and long, allowing every woman I had sex with later to experience near-exhausting pleasure and satisfaction—perhaps another great benefit of masturbation.

In the second semester of my first year of high school, I read an incestuous novel for the first time. After reading it, I felt an even stronger and more chaotic stimulation. Compared to fantasizing about sex between spouses or boyfriends/girlfriends, it was a sinful pleasure. My most primal desires were fully released, and I masturbated twice in a row, fantasizing about my mother's body for the first time.

From then on, I began to pay attention to and seize every opportunity to touch my mother's body. At that time, our family's financial situation was very difficult. My eldest sister had just graduated from university and was desperately looking for work, while my father had been laid off from the transportation company. Fortunately, he was soon hired by my uncle to drive a long-distance truck.

My mother was forty-six years old at the time. Because she only had a junior high school education, she worked in a garment factory. To supplement the family income, she would sew clothes for the neighborhood aunties after work every day. The long hours of overtime caused her to age prematurely, and noticeable crow's feet began to appear at the corners of her eyes. However, her skin remained delicate and fair due to years of working indoors, and her breasts and buttocks were full and plump, giving her a unique mature and alluring charm. I would always secretly stare at the opening of her collar and the bottom of her skirt. Unfortunately, my mother's clothing was always very traditional, and her underwear always covered her vital parts tightly. But just seeing the outline of her breasts and vulva was enough to excite me.

Two months later, my mother and I had our first relatively intimate contact. That day, I rushed home after receiving my report card showing I got first place in the final exams. My mother was holding a new dress, about to go into her room to change. I went over and held the report card high in front of her, excitedly shouting, "Mom, look! I got first place again! How are you going to reward me?"

My mother was also very happy, hugging me tightly and kissing me on the cheek. "Good son, you've really made your mother proud. After I change, I'll make you something delicious to nourish your body."

My mother's full breasts pressed against me, and for the first time, I felt a little strange. I hugged her back and kissed her, saying, "Okay, it's been so long since I've had anything good to eat. Mom, hurry up..."

A little while after my mother went into her room, I heard her calling me in. It turned out that she had put on half of the top of her new dress, but the zipper on the back of the skirt was stuck.

"Son, help Mom fix the zipper. I've been working on it for ages. Be gentle, don't break it."

My mother turned her back to me and said.

"It's no big deal, Mom, don't worry, it'll be done soon." I replied casually, my eyes fixed on my mother's round buttocks. My mother wasn't wearing pantyhose today; her underwear was very loose, but it had probably been worn for a long time and was now just a thin layer, vaguely revealing her plump, white buttocks.

As I fiddled with the zipper, my hand happened to be rubbing against the deep cleft of her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were very elastic, and my hand trembled with excitement. I struggled for a while without getting the zipper right. My mother's buttocks seemed a little itchy from my rubbing, and she kept urging me.

"Hurry up, it's not done yet! You said it would be done soon."

On a whim, I stopped trying and grabbed a handful of the plump flesh on my mother's buttocks, saying,

"Mom, you can only blame your big buttocks for stretching the zipper out of shape."

"Oh...you naughty son, how dare you say that to your mother! I'll settle the score with you later. Fix it properly!" My mother wiggled her buttocks

and scolded me playfully. When my mother pretended to spank me when I was little, I often pinched her buttocks in response, so she didn't suspect my bad intentions and thought I was just teasing her.

I continued stroking her bottom and said, "Why don't you tuck your big bottom in and pull the skirt down to fix it? The zipper is really too tight."

"Well... is that okay? You said Mom's bottom is too big and it's causing the problem, how can I pull the skirt down? Try pulling it gently first, don't tear the new skirt."

So, I held the hem of the skirt with one hand and pressed down hard on my mother's plump bottom with the other, slowly pulling the skirt down. My mother's entire bottom, covered by thin underwear, was exposed, and I couldn't help but pat it lightly, the flesh jiggling slightly.

"Mom, your bottom is really big, so... sexy."

My mother suddenly turned to look at me, "What did you say? What does a little kid like you know about sexiness, hehe. Don't say that about Mom, okay?"

My mother seemed very happy that I praised her for being sexy, and after saying that, she glanced at her own bottom, her expression somewhat smug.

I scanned my mother's body from head to toe, my gaze quickly settling on her genitals. Through her thin panties, her sparse but dark pubic hair was clearly visible, some even piercing through the fabric. Her entire vulva bulged like a small mound of flesh, and I immediately blushed with excitement.

Noticing my strange gaze, my mother looked down at her own lower body and quickly covered her genitals with her skirt, pointing at my head in embarrassment and saying, "You child, you're not even honest with your mother! How old are you? You make your mother blush just looking at you. Get out of here, I'll do it myself."

I expected my mother to give me a severe scolding, but instead, she seemed more embarrassed. Perhaps she was too happy about my good grades to scold me too harshly, so I quickly left the room.

At dinner, it was just my mother and me. My older sister had found a job and lived at her workplace, and my father drove a long-distance truck, coming home only once or twice a month at most. My mother seemed to have forgotten what happened that afternoon, and as usual, she admonished me to keep up my studies and not to be so playful.

My grades have always been excellent, so while I told her not to worry about my studies, I couldn't help but unconsciously glance at her breasts. From this afternoon until now, my mother's large buttocks have been swaying in my mind. Several times, thinking about it, my penis got hard. I know it's wrong to fantasize about my mother like this, but compared to erotic novels, the mother in front of me gives me a much stronger stimulation, and I can't shake this thought.

After dinner, my mother finished the housework and went to take a shower. I went back to my room, quickly finished my homework, and lay on the bed to read the incest novel I had just received that day. The novel described a single mother and her only son sharing a room while traveling. The mother, like a wolf, had a very strong sex drive. In the middle of the night, the son accidentally touched her genitals, and the two of them had sex in a daze. After returning from the trip, they made love even more intimately in every corner of the house.

I couldn't help but fantasize that if I slept in the same bed as my mother, this kind of thing would definitely happen, holding her plump, white buttocks and making love to her... How wonderful that would be... I vigorously masturbated, imagining my mother's vulva, her moans, and soon I cried out "Oh!" and ejaculated, spraying a large amount of semen onto the sheets and underwear.

Unexpectedly, my mother had just finished showering and came out. Hearing my sudden loud shout, she thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" and walked towards my room.

Oh no! I usually masturbate after my mother falls asleep, hiding under the covers. I thought she would take a while to shower, so I didn't lock the door. The moment my mother pushed the door open, I quickly pulled the blanket over my lower body, but I forgot to put the novel on the bedside table. In a panic, I grabbed it and stuffed it under the covers.

My mother walked anxiously to the bedside. "What's wrong, son? Are you feeling unwell? Let me see."

"No...nothing...Mom, I'm fine."

"Really? Then why were you yelling so loudly? Come on, let me see."

My mother reached out to pull back the blanket, but I covered myself tightly, thinking I was doomed if my mother found out. I stammered, "Mom...it's nothing. Just now I...I...suddenly felt a pain down there, but it's fine now."

"Oh, your little pecker hurts, let Mom take a look. Don't be shy, little one, you're my child. When you were little, Mom always helped you bathe. Come here."

Then, my mother pulled my hand away and pulled back the blanket. I helplessly closed my eyes, waiting for my mother's scolding.

"Ah...you...you're masturbating, such a young child...and you've even soiled the sheets and clothes...really...what kind of book is that..."

I was about to take the book away when my mother quickly snatched it, opened it, and read aloud: "Mother and son sharing a bed, story summary...a single mother and her only son share a room while traveling...and have a sexual encounter...oh dear...how could you read such a dirty book? No wonder you've gone astray."

"Mom, I...I..."

"Sigh, get up and get dressed. Mom needs to have a good talk with you."

I put on my pants and sat on the edge of the bed with my mother, head down, not daring to look at her. My mother sighed again, took my hand, and I was so nervous that my hand trembled slightly. My mother's tone relaxed after sensing my unease.

“Son, your parents are busy with work all day and haven’t been able to teach you properly, which is why you… Don’t be so nervous, Mom won’t scold you. Tell Mom the truth, how long have you been masturbating?”

“It’s been…more than a year.” I didn’t dare tell the truth. My mother would be even angrier if she knew that I had been masturbating for three years.

"Oh, Mom knows kids these days mature earlier than before, and many teenage boys are like you.

But you have to remember, studying comes first. This kind of thing can't be too frequent, or you'll ruin your health and won't have the energy to study. Also, you're not allowed to read those... mother-son content books anymore. Mom's taking this book away. You're too young to have self-control. These kinds of books are for adults, understand?"

My mother spoke to me like a teacher lecturing a student, without a trace of anger. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded. "Mom, I know it's wrong, but many of my classmates read these kinds of books. Some classmates even say that each other's mothers are prettier and sexier, and that they want to touch them like in the novels."

"Is that so? Kids these days are really... cough, no wonder you said Mom's... butt... was sexy this afternoon. You're not allowed to do that anymore. Tell me honestly, have you ever been interested in Mom's body like your classmates? Have you fantasized about Mom's body when you masturbate?"

"I... I..." I was still worried that my mother would be angry and couldn't say it.

"So you are? Tell Mom the truth, Mom won't blame you, just be more careful next time."

"When I masturbate while reading, I often fantasize about things like what's written in the book, but I've only ever seen your body, so I can only think about you." My mother's words gave me a lot of courage, and I blurted it out in one breath.

"Sigh, you child. Actually, the reason you fantasize about my body is because you've never seen a real woman's body. When you grow up and have a girlfriend, you won't think about an old woman like me anymore, haha." My mother analyzed like a psychologist.

Hearing her say this and fantasize seemed quite normal, so I gradually grew bolder. I held my mother's hand and said, "Mom, I think you're much prettier than any other girl. I... can I still think of you when I masturbate in the future?"

"Hehe, you little devil, you're so sweet-talking. Mom has wrinkles on her face now, she can't compare to a little girl. You have to promise Mom you won't masturbate too often, no more than twice a month. Hmm... thinking of Mom is okay, but we're mother and son, you absolutely mustn't do anything inappropriate to Mom, okay? When you grow up, you won't have to think of Mom anymore. You must be restrained, you're so thin." My mother's face turned slightly red, and she lovingly touched my hand.

I shuddered and made an even bolder request: "Mom, can you help me masturbate? I really want you to help me just once."

My mother was stunned. "Mom help you... masturbate? No way, why would you think like that?"

"Mom, just once, I want to try what it feels like. I promise to study hard and repay you in the future." My mind went blank, and I started spouting sweet nothings.

My mother immediately laughed out loud, "Okay, as long as you study hard, Mom promises you. But not today, you just masturbated, um... how about two more weeks, okay?"

"Okay, okay, it's a deal, Mom, ah." I almost jumped up, hugged my mother and gave her a quick kiss.

Then I went to take a shower and go to bed.

The long two weeks finally passed, and that day I excitedly returned home, ready to experience my mother masturbating me for the first time. But when I got home, my heart sank, because my father and older sister had already come home.

I seemed listless during dinner, and they all asked if I wasn't feeling well. I made an excuse that I was a little dizzy, ate a few bites, and went back to my room. After a while, my father and older sister came in and, seeing that I was alright, went to rest. My mother then finished tidying up and came in.

"Son, is your head still bothering you? Should we see a doctor?"

As soon as my mother came in, I jumped out of bed, closed the door tightly, and pulled her to sit down. "Mom, you promised to help me masturbate in two weeks, and now the time has come. Can you start helping me?"

"Are you crazy? Your dad and sister are home. Don't let them find out about this, understand? They're leaving tomorrow, so I'll help you tomorrow night. Go to sleep early." My mother said in a low voice and turned to leave.

I had already pulled down my underwear, my penis slightly erect. Without thinking, I grabbed my mother's hand and held it.

"Ah...no...Mom promised you tomorrow..."

"Mom, I really want to, please help me now, they can't see." My penis swelled rapidly as my mother's soft hand grasped it.

“Oh… little devil, it’s so big… bigger than your dad’s… good heavens, um… Mom will help you tomorrow… let Mom go, it’s bad if they find out, be good, okay?” My mother stared at my swollen penis, gently touched the glans a few times, then got up and walked towards the door.

I stood up and hugged my mother from behind, my penis pressing against her buttocks, my hand just touching her bulging vulva, but I didn’t dare to move. My mother’s body trembled slightly.

“Ah… no… son… let go of Mom, be good.”

I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother’s neck, “Okay, Mom.” Then I reluctantly let go.

My mother turned around and quickly kissed me, saying, “Sleep well, son, see you tomorrow, goodnight!”

At that moment, I saw my mother’s eyes were full of charm, as if she was saying goodbye to her lover. I was also filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, lying in bed, savoring that scene for a long time, unable to fall asleep. When I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I heard my mother moaning softly coming from my parents' room. I went over and listened more closely. It turned out my parents were having sex. My father's heavy breathing and my mother's moans were mixed together. My mother kept urging my father to go harder. After a while, there was a sudden silence. After a while, I heard my father speak.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I can't do it again. Go buy a vibrator tomorrow. I'm not feeling well, and I'm often away from home. It's too hard on you." It turned out my father couldn't satisfy my mother's needs. Strangely, instead of feeling sorry for my father, I felt a secret joy. My mother's sexual desire was unsatisfied, so maybe I really had a chance with her... The obscene desire resurfaced clearly once again.

Then I heard my mother comfort my father, saying, "Oh...no...it's okay, I'm getting old, I can manage without doing this. You must be too tired, get some rest. Hmm...why don't you touch me a little longer...I'll be done soon...oh..."

My mother clearly wanted it but couldn't have it, and my inexplicable joy grew even stronger. I secretly went back to my room and started masturbating.

The next day, after breakfast, my father and older sister left. I sat in the classroom all day, absentmindedly, just hoping school would end soon. As soon as I got home, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen, wearing the new dress she wore yesterday. A section of her white calves was showing; she wasn't wearing pantyhose again today. I walked behind her and gently hugged her waist. My mother's waist had some soft, flabby flesh.

"Ah, school's out. Sit down and be good, dinner will be ready soon."

"No, I want to watch you cook. I'll learn how to cook so I can help you."

"Hehe, okay, if you learn, Mom won't have to work so hard."

"Mom, your waist is so soft!"

"Haha, you're so naive. I only got flabby waists when I got old, so naturally it's soft. It's better to be young; a slim waist makes any clothes look good."

"Mom, you still look great. You're not really old. Anyway, I like you the way you are." I rubbed my mother's thick waist, and she squirmed, her buttocks rubbing against my penis, making it hard again.

"Cough, you're being naughty again, hugging Mom...it'll get hard down there. Okay, stop moving. After dinner, Mom will help you...just once."

After dinner, before the dishes were even cleared, I hurriedly pulled my mother to my room, quickly pulled off my pants, and lay down on the bed. My mother looked at me shyly, and I took her hand and placed it on my penis.

"Ah! Why are you in such a hurry? You'll definitely be a big pervert when you grow up."

"Mom, I'm already grown up, but I'm not a big pervert. You said last time that all boys are like this. Hehe..."

"Hmm...okay...you little rascal...Mom will only help you this once, don't push your luck, and don't tell anyone."

"I know, good Mom. Let's begin."

My mother's hand slowly began to stroke my penis, her technique was very skilled. She must have done this to my father before. My penis was throbbing painfully, even thicker than yesterday.

"Mom, is it true that my penis is bigger than Dad's yesterday?"

"Oh...yes, you're only sixteen and it's already this big, what will it be like in the future?"

"Mom...what are the advantages of a big penis?" I asked her, pretending to be confused.

“Hmm… a little bigger… your wife will be more comfortable then.”

“What does it have to do with my wife? I don’t understand.”

“You’re too young to understand, you’ll understand when you grow up. Oh, it’s really big…”

“Mom, please explain it clearly, please…”

“Hmm… a big penis… when inserted into a woman’s… hole… it will be more… full and stimulating, more comfortable… easier to satisfy… oh…”

My mother’s hands moved faster and faster, her expression became more and more strange, like she had drunk a lot of alcohol, and she couldn’t help but moan. I felt this scene was too lewd, and I followed suit and cried out: “Oh… Mom… you’re so good at touching… I feel so good… much better than when I masturbate myself… why don’t you be my wife… I’ll make you feel good too… my good mother…”

“Oh… don’t think like that… it’s already wrong for Mom to help you masturbate… Mom is old and can’t delay your future… besides, we are mother and son… that would be incest… we would be condemned by the world…”

“Mom, no one will know. Dad is impotent again, you must need it, so let your son satisfy you.”

“You…how do you know your father is impotent…Oh…bad son…you must have overheard your parents talking in the room last night…sigh…your father worked too hard and ruined his health…we can’t do anything to betray your father…son, do you understand?”

Mentioning her father lowered her mood considerably, her hand continuing its stroking motion out of habit. I was about to ejaculate…afraid of saying something inappropriate and upsetting my mother, causing her to run away and leaving me with nothing, I grabbed my mother’s other hand and touched my scrotum, saying, “Okay, Mom, I won’t say anything more, ah…hurry up…I’m going to cum…oh…”

My mother’s hand quickened its stroking, and I quickly lost control and ejaculated. “Oh, Mom…it feels so good, Mom…”

My mother seemed to be infected by my excitement, regaining her arousal, her breathing becoming rapid, her eyes fixed on my penis, her fingers scraping the glans. My penis continued to throb, and semen kept flowing out, soaking my mother's hands. After a while, when she saw that my penis had stopped throbbing and the semen was no longer flowing, she considerately took a tissue and wiped my sticky penis clean. Even then, my penis was still hard. My mother cupped my penis in her hands and looked at me, saying,

"Son, you've been ejaculating for a while now, why hasn't it gone down yet? Has it always been like this?"

"Yeah, about the same. I think it's a little softer after I masturbate and ejaculate. What's wrong?"

"Sigh, young people are just different... Sigh... Your dad always goes soft before he even ejaculates... It makes me feel so uncomfortable, stuck in this state..."

My mother, seeing my boundless energy for the first time, couldn't help but speak her mind. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Because I had just ejaculated, my incestuous desires had diminished considerably, and I spoke to my mother very sincerely.

"Mom, you could buy a vibrator like Dad suggested. It must be so hard to suppress yourself like this."

"Sigh, your dad bought one for me before, but it broke last month. I always feel... that thing is so cold and not as stimulating as... masturbation..."

"Ah? Mom, you can... masturbate too...?"

My mother lowered her head and said softly, "Yes... yes... women can masturbate to orgasm just like men. I had no other choice..."

My mother's voice grew softer and softer, but her hand gripped my penis tighter and tighter. After saying so much, she became more and more embarrassed. Her pink face was flushed with shyness, and she was panting with a hint of resentment. She looked like a wronged woman in the palace. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I just wanted to know how I could help her, but she had already made it very clear that I was not allowed to do anything to her.

I sat up, hugged her head, and rested it on my shoulder. "Mom, is there anything I can do to

help you? Just tell me. I'm your son, and I really hope you can be happy every day." My mother moved her arms away from me and hugged me back, patting my back. She said, "Mom knows you're filial, but no one but your father can help with this kind of thing. Just focus on your studies now, and I'll be happiest if you can make something of yourself and achieve something great in the future. Don't worry about me; I'm used to it. Sigh… Let's not talk about this anymore. Are you feeling better today? Can I go out and clear the dishes now…?" "It's time to do your homework... you naughty son... you little pervert..."

My mother playfully flicked my penis with her finger. I felt a jolt and stared intently at her face. Her charming face held a captivating smile, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her mature allure. If only she weren't my mother but my lover, I could freely caress her voluptuous body and enjoy wonderful sex together...

My mother felt a little uncomfortable under my gaze and shook my arm, saying, "What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen your mother's face before."

"Mom, you're so beautiful. I was thinking how wonderful it would be if you weren't my mother and were my lover, then we could..."

"Shh... don't say that, Mom can't take it. Just now, when Mom was helping you... masturbate, it was so... uncomfortable. I thought it would be so much better if it were your father... but unfortunately, we're mother and son, and we can't go any further."

So my mother also... I felt incredibly excited. Perhaps with a few more attempts, my mother would overcome her inhibitions and truly become one with me. Thinking about it, I got excited again. I pretended to be calm and kissed her, separating our bodies. My mother's first masturbation experience for me was over.

After that time, I asked her to masturbate me several times, but she politely declined each time. However, our mother-son relationship became much closer than before. We became very open with each other, and she would even blush and tell me if I asked her if she had been masturbating lately.

I often took the opportunity to touch my mother's large buttocks and breasts. She would always pretend to avoid me, but then let me do as I pleased.

Only once, when I was massaging her thighs, I deliberately pressed on her vulva. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure, then immediately pulled my hand away without getting angry. We had a long talk, with her repeating the same things about how we were mother and son and shouldn't cross ethical boundaries. Seeing that she wasn't angry, I became bolder and touched her vulva many more times afterward, only more subtly, pretending it was accidental. I discovered that my mother's vulva would react every time I touched it, which made me even more enthusiastic.

More than a year passed in the blink of an eye. I entered my senior year of high school, and my studies became even busier. To prepare for the college entrance exam, I moved to a boarding school and only went home once a month. Over the year, our family's financial situation improved, and our quality of life increased significantly. I didn't like the food in the school cafeteria, and after two months, I had lost a lot of weight. When I went home, my mother was heartbroken and almost cried.

Actually, because of the pressure of studying and living in a dormitory in my senior year, I rarely masturbated, and I felt much more energetic. Of course, every time I went home, the sight of my mother's full and alluring body would rekindle my desires, and

I would masturbate several times. My mother saw me less often and became more indulgent. As soon as I came home, she would busy herself preparing delicious meals to nourish me. Having waited a month to see her again, I became even more unrestrained, often playfully rubbing her vulva a few times, openly joking that she was itchy again and needed comforting. My mother no longer dodged, always looking at me with pity and telling me not to be naughty.

My relationship with my mother continued to grow closer until one day, three months before the college entrance exam, our relationship reached a new level, almost leading to physical intimacy.

That day, the results of the mock exam before the college entrance exam were announced, and I once again came in first place. When I got home, my mother happily kissed me for several minutes. My hands, as usual, held her large buttocks and kept touching them. My mother was wearing a skirt, and after touching her for a while, I simply lifted her skirt and touched her buttocks through her thin underwear.

My mother didn't object, so I slowly slid my hand inside her panties and directly stroked her plump, tender buttocks, occasionally teasing around her anus. My mother moaned from the direct stimulation.

"Oh...don't do this...good son...Mom is so uncomfortable...take your hand away...oh...if you don't take it away, Mom will get angry...mmm..."

My mother said this, but her body didn't move. Instead, she pressed herself even closer to me, her big buttocks twisting as if cooperating with me. Her moans were just like the ones she made when she made love with my father that night. My penis immediately became engorged and swollen, pressing against my mother's vulva.

My mother seemed even more excited. Her big buttocks continued to twist, her plump vulva rubbing and squeezing against my swollen penis. She moaned even louder. Perhaps her vulva hadn't been stimulated like this for a long time, and she was reluctant to move away. I became even more audacious, reaching forward to touch my mother's vulva, which was already wet and slippery. I touched her thick, warm labia and then, with a little force, my fingers slid inside her...

"Oh...son, you're so naughty...you're getting more and more outrageous...daring to touch Mom's...pussy...I'll beat your ass to a pulp...oh...um..."

“Mom…your pussy is all wet…do you want your son’s big cock…let’s do it…no one will find out…um…big ass mom…fat pussy mom…my slutty mom…”

I teased my mother using the language of pornographic books, and this trick seemed to work quite well. My mother also became lewd: “um…big cock son…Mom’s pussy is so itchy…Mom wants a big cock…oh…but my son’s big cock won’t do…ah…oh…don’t put your hand in too deep…Mom is going to die of itchiness today…I’m going to die from my big cock son…oh…”

Hearing my mother moan like this, I thought she had agreed to me, so I pulled her panties up to her thighs and then took out my penis and brought it close to her vulva. But my mother dodged away and covered her vulva, saying: "Son, Mom couldn't resist letting you touch...my private parts. You're

not allowed to do that again, or Mom really won't talk to you anymore." My mother held firm to her last line of defense, and I had no choice but to give up. But the pleasure of touching my mother's vulva still made me unable to stop, so I hugged her again and started to act coquettishly. "Good Mom, I promise you I won't do this again. Can you let me touch it one more time? Okay, dear Mom?"

Before she could speak, my hand started moving up and down. My mother was much more at ease and quickly got back into the mood. She took the initiative to move her hand away and hug me. "Bad son...bad son...Mom really can't do anything with you...oh...today Mom will let you touch it properly...Mom hasn't felt comfortable in a long time...oh..."

My mother raised her head, looked at me with seductive eyes, and her small mouth was slightly open as she breathed heavily. My heart skipped

a beat, and I lowered my head to kiss my mother's small mouth, licking it with my tongue. Below, one hand caressed her large buttocks, while the other rubbed her vulva. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began thrusting rapidly… My mother, startled by my sudden kiss, initially kept her mouth tightly shut and made muffled noises. After a few thrusts with both hands, she twisted her lower body violently and automatically opened her mouth to kiss me. She put her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. I had never kissed before, and I wasn't quite used to my mother's actions. Our teeth clashed several times, but my mother slowly guided me. Soon, we were in perfect harmony, closing our eyes and swallowing each other's saliva.

I was experiencing something entirely new, giving my first kiss to my still-attractive mother. The feeling was so wonderful and intoxicating, my heart trembled, and my fingers penetrated deeper into my mother's vagina, moving in and out.

My mother's body suddenly spasmed, then she pressed tightly against my hand as if trying to swallow my fingers whole. She pulled her mouth away, panting and moaning, followed by a contraction in her vagina, releasing a gush of hot, lustful fluid.

"Ah...ah...Mom's coming...it feels so good..."

My mother finally reached her climax. She held my head tightly, rested her head on my shoulder, and quietly enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. It took her a long time to come to her senses. She stroked my face and said,

"Good son, this is the most comfortable day I've had in a long time...I feel so relaxed all over."

My fingers were still inside my mother's vagina. I gently tapped them again.

"Mom, if you like, I can help you like this often in the future, hmm."

"Oh, stop moving your hands, Mom's...hole...is sore. Hmm, we've taken another step too far.

But...Mom likes it like this today...but you must remember not to let anyone know what happened between us today."

"Mom, I understand, you don't need to worry too much. Although we are mother and son, we haven't committed incest. We're just touching each other's bodies to satisfy our sexual desires, and no one knows. Maybe this is a little unfair to Dad, but he can't satisfy you, so as his son, I'm helping him out. It's only right and proper, hehe."

"Hmph! What nonsense are you talking about! If your dad finds out, he'll eat you alive...you only take advantage of your mother...you're such a bad son."

"My dear mother, my sexy mother, we're just getting what we need. I don't have to go out and fool around, and you don't have to cheat on me. We're both satisfied, isn't that great?"

"Hey, you still call me 'slutty mom,' I'm never talking to you again."

My mother pouted, looking so alluring. I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, and she immediately went limp, her small hands gently wrapping around my neck... After a full ten minutes, my mother and I reluctantly separated. After quickly tidying her clothes, she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner...

I watched TV alone for a while and got bored, so I slipped into the kitchen to chat with my mother. When she saw me come in, she smiled at me, looking a little shy. She was probably embarrassed because I had touched her vulva and made wanton noises in front of me earlier. I had just had such unprecedented contact with her, and I had no more reservations about her. I moved closer to her, naturally putting my arm around her waist, and slipped my hand under her skirt, touching her vulva through her panties.

My mother continued cooking, letting me caress her. She hadn't changed her panties yet; the vaginal fluid from her earlier orgasm had soaked a large area of them, sticking to her labia. I could clearly feel the outline of her labia. My hands were covered in my mother's vaginal fluid after just a few touches.

I suddenly remembered the scene in the pornographic book where the son licked his mother's vulva, and I couldn't help but feel aroused and wanted to taste my mother's vagina. So I reached my hand under my mother's panties and scraped her vulva with her juices, then put it in my mouth and licked it. The taste was a bit sour and salty, not very delicious, but the faint fishy smell mixed in made me extremely excited. Most importantly, this was the juices flowing from my own mother's vagina. I couldn't help but insert my fingers into my mother's vulva and then pull them out and put them in my mouth, sucking on them. My mother heard the sound, turned her head and saw that I had put my hand that had touched her vulva in my mouth, and she cried out in surprise.

"Oh...son...why are you licking my...water...it's so dirty...take it away..."

I took a deep breath before removing my hand, then swallowed hard, grinning lewdly at my mother, "Mom, your vaginal fluid tastes really good. No wonder porn books say licking vaginas is so comfortable and stimulating. I feel incredibly satisfied after licking your vaginal fluid, I really want to drink more. Hehe."

"Cough, you're making this up again. Using such dirty things with your mouth...how disgusting."

"Mom, many books say that people lick each other's genitals. As long as people are healthy, it's not dirty. And it's said that women's vaginal fluid and men's semen are very nutritious, good for beauty and health."

"Hmph, which book says that? I don't believe it. You're not allowed to do that again."

"Mom, if you don't believe me, look at the book that took me away the other day. It's all written in there."

"Tch, I won't read such vulgar books."

"Mom, I'm telling the truth. You'll understand once you see it tonight. If I'm lying, I won't take advantage of you anymore."

"Really? Then Mom will settle the score with you after I see it, hmph! Okay, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, you filthy devil."

After saying that, my mother nudged me with her plump buttocks.

This ambiguous action aroused me again. I squatted down and lifted her skirt from behind, pulled her underwear down a bit, and put my mouth to her white buttocks to lick and sweep. My mother giggled from the tickling, her big buttocks swaying from side to side to avoid me, and kept calling out for mercy: "Hehehe... It tickles so much! Stop teasing Mom... Good son... If... if you don't behave... Mom will fart and knock you out... Oh my... God..."

I licked more and more enthusiastically and ignored her completely. While licking her buttocks, I touched my mother's vulva and rubbed her labia and clitoris. My mother's vulva gushed out streams of lustful water. This time, my mother really couldn't take it anymore. She struggled a few times to get rid of my teasing and hid to the side, panting heavily.

"Ugh...ugh...you little rascal...Mom's going to be tortured to death by you sooner or later...oh my god..."

"Mom, my dear mother, how could I bear to torture you? I'm too busy spoiling you. Your tender bottom is so white and plump, I really can't resist the temptation to take a few more bites, hehe. Come on, Mom, be good, let me have one more bite and I won't have to eat, okay?"

I stood up and moved closer to my mother, who quickly grabbed my hands to stop me from moving. "Oh...don't be naughty anymore...be good...eat your food before you play...come on, wash your hands and then eat...my son is the best..."

Seeing that my mother was still panting nervously, I obediently nodded and then prepared to eat together.

During the meal, my mother kept piling food onto my plate, saying I'd lost so much weight and needed to replenish myself. I joked, "Mom, I think your vaginal fluid is the most effective for replenishing the body. I only tasted a little bit just now and I already feel energetic and full of spirit. You should let me drink more. Hehe."

My mother's face immediately turned red. "Cough, don't talk nonsense. Eat properly. I haven't even settled the score with you yet for putting such dirty things in your mouth..."

"Mom, I was born from your fat vagina. According to you, does that mean I'm completely dirty?"

"You... are getting more and more outrageous... saying such awful things... giving birth to you... is different... in short, it's dirty..." My mother seemed not angry at all, except for being shy, after I touched her vagina. It really made a difference. Hehe, I completely let go of my lustful thoughts.

"My dearest mother, you are the most beautiful, sexiest, and cleanest woman in the world. I don't think any part of your body is dirty. If you're willing, I will cherish everything about you, including satisfying your sexual desires with my mouth and my penis. You'll definitely like that feeling."

"Ah, you... you just touched my... hole, and now you want to push your luck... No... wouldn't that make me a... slut? I'm already an old woman. Do you really like that?" My mother was moved by my seemingly sincere words, and her voice softened considerably.

I remembered the wanton state of my mother's fleshy hole when I caressed it, and I couldn't wait to insert my big cock into her cunt to experience real sex. I quickly seized the opportunity to attack her psychological defenses, gently holding her small hand and saying affectionately, "Mom, actually, I've liked you since I was old enough to understand things. At first, maybe it was more of a son's dependence and affection for his mother, but as I grew up, I realized that besides the love between mother and son, there was also a kind of expectation and love that a man has for his lover. In my eyes, you are tens of thousands of times more beautiful than those young girls."

"It's just because you are my mother that I dare not be presumptuous. I know that incest between mother and son is intolerable to society. That night, I overheard you and Dad making love in the room and found that Dad was no longer able to perform sexually. Knowing that you have not been satisfied for a long time, I had an even stronger desire to do something for you. I have read a lot of pornography and news reports have covered many tragedies. Most of them are women your age who have strong sexual desires but cannot be satisfied, resulting in infidelity that leads to the breakdown of their families, or even the destruction of their families. But you have been suppressing your desires and working hard for this family every day, making you haggard and prematurely aged."

“Now that I’m all grown up, I hope I can take good care of you and share some of your burdens. First, I will continue to study hard, get into a prestigious university, find a good job, and earn more money so you won’t have to work overtime every day. Second, if you need physical satisfaction, I can help you further. Dad and my sister are often not home, so no one will know what we do at home. We will still be mother and son, just closer, and it will be a permanent secret between us, so there won’t be any worries. Mom, can you promise me?”

“Oh…son…Mom didn’t expect you…to be so considerate…Mom is very happy…but Mom still feels that things between mother and son…are not good…and it’s also unfair to your father…Let Mom think about it some more…um…let’s talk about it after your college entrance exam…okay…”

“Okay, Mom, think it through before you answer. I won’t force you. I love you and will not let you get hurt.”

"Hmm...good son...how come you've grown up so much all of a sudden...Mom is so lucky to have a son like you, hehe..."

My mother sat down beside me and pulled me into her arms. My face was pressed against her full breasts. The alluring scent emanating from her body made me restless. I reached under her skirt and gently stroked her thighs, then slowly slid down to her vulva and gently circled it. My mother cooperated by parting her thighs and gently stroking my head with one hand.

"Hmm...son...hmm...Mom just praised you...and you're being naughty again...oh..." My mother was clearly very sensitive to this stimulation, and soon her panties were even wetter. I moved my body down a little, lifted her skirt, and rested my head on my mother's smooth thighs. I saw strands of clear, lustful fluid seeping from her panties against her vulva, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick it.

"Ah...no...it itches...it's awful...son...Mom told you it's dirty there..."

My mother tried to push me away, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her labia slightly twitching. I groped for the edge of her panties and pulled them apart, finally revealing my mother's plump vulva. Her two dark red labia were slightly parted, the narrow slit wet and sticky, with some small white dots, probably her vaginal discharge.

As I approached her vulva, an even stronger, more pungent odor assaulted my nose. I opened my mouth and licked the slit with my tongue, sucking and swallowing her vaginal fluids. My mother moaned loudly, pressing my head down forcefully, lifting her large buttocks to rub her vulva against my mouth.

"Ah...so good...so itchy...son, you're so clever...licking my pussy makes it itchy...and numb...much more comfortable than using my hands...oh...oh...lick harder...don't swallow my pussy juice...ah..."

I slowly spread my tongue apart and inserted it into my mother's vulva, scraping it. Most of my mother's labia were in my mouth. I licked the walls of her vulva while gently biting her labia with my teeth. My mother trembled with excitement, her buttocks twisted even more wildly, and her hands pressed my head harder, as if she wanted to push my whole head into her pussy.

“Ah…good son…Mom’s big cock son…Mom wants you to lick Mom’s cunt every day from now on…Oh…grind it faster…faster…Mom’s about to come…ah…Mom feels so good…ah…”

Hearing that my mother was about to climax, I licked her even more vigorously, holding her fat buttocks with both hands and squeezing them hard towards my mouth. My mother groaned twice, her body suddenly stopped twisting, and then a stream of hot, wet fluid gushed out. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed every drop.

My mother let out a long sigh and released her hands, her body becoming limp as she leaned back in the chair. I continued to lick and sweep the fluid off my mother’s labia, my mouth and the corners of my mouth were sticky with the fluid, and I felt a great sense of satisfaction…My mother rested for a long time before catching her breath. She gently lifted my head and saw that my mouth was full of her fluid. She couldn’t help but let out a soft “Oh…” and stared at me lewdly.

“Good son…you’re so filial…you even used your mouth on such a dirty place…to satisfy Mom…Mom loves you…my dear son…”

Looking at my mother’s satisfied yet restless eyes, I was infatuated, my desire to possess her reached its peak. I caressed the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes and softly requested ,

“Mom, let’s sleep together tonight, okay?”

My mother’s body trembled slightly. “Oh, no, Mom hasn’t thought about it yet…if you want…Mom will help you with my hand…okay…”

“Mom, I just want to hold you and sleep together, not to violate your fat hole with my big cock; we haven’t slept together since junior high school, I want to relive that warm feeling.”

“Hmm…Mom is worried that she won’t be able to control herself…and you…incest…let’s wait until you finish your college entrance exam, okay?”

My mother probably thought that apart from sexual intercourse, our intimate caressing of each other’s bodies wasn’t incest. I secretly laughed to myself. What normal mother and son in the world would masturbate each other? What mother would let her son lick and kiss her vagina?

The college entrance exam was fast approaching, and I figured there was plenty of time. I figured it would be more exciting to let my mother willingly accept my large penis inside her; that way, I could truly and fully enjoy her plump and alluring body. So I didn't force her, and the two of us were intimate for a while before cleaning up.

After everything was cleaned up, it was already past nine o'clock at night. My mother and I watched TV together for a while, then she felt sleepy and went back to her room. But I wasn't sleepy at all, so I continued watching TV alone. About half an hour later, I noticed the light was still on in my mother's room. I went over and gently pushed the door open. There she was, sitting in front of the mirror, massaging the wrinkles around her eyes, having changed into her pajamas. My mother wasn't wearing a bra; through the thin pajamas, her full breasts sagged slightly, and her nipples were clearly visible.

I hugged her from behind and grasped her breasts. My mother let out a soft moan and continued massaging her face. Suddenly, I spotted the incestuous novel about mother and son that my mother had taken from me last time, lying in her dressing table. I quickly grabbed it and begged her to read it with me. She hesitated for a moment, but seeing my pleading look, she finally agreed.

As soon as the massage was over, I pulled her into her bed and quickly undressed. My mother thought I wanted to sleep with her and tried to get me out, but I explained that I would go back to my own room after reading. She calmed down.

Then, I placed my hand on her vulva and we started reading the novel together. The explicit and lewd descriptions in the novel greatly aroused her. When she read about the mother and son licking each other's genitals, her vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluid. She stared intently at every word, afraid of missing any detail.

When the book described the son inserting his penis into his mother's vagina, and his mother screaming wildly in response to his thrusts, her face flushed red. She couldn't help but pull my hand to rub her clitoris and vulva, touching her slender vulva.

I tried inserting three fingers into her vagina at the same time, and to my surprise, they slipped in easily thanks to the slippery vaginal fluid. Although I had never touched another woman's vagina besides my mother's, based on the descriptions in the book, I still felt that my mother's vagina was a bit wide. I figured that even with my large penis, it wouldn't be too tight, much less tight like some books described, where it was said to be able to break the penis.

Time with my mother always seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, she had finished reading the erotic book, blushing and complaining that it was too hot. Then she threw off the covers, and I quickly untied the belt of her nightgown. My mother was already blinded by lust and obediently let me take off her nightgown and underwear one by one.

Just like that, a mature and alluring naked body of a middle-aged woman was displayed before me. Although her full breasts had sagged and her slightly thick waist had a few folds of flesh, my mother's body still gave me a strong shock. I greedily scanned her up and down, my breathing becoming heavy, and my hands began to gently touch her white flesh.

Perhaps unable to bear my burning gaze, my mother scolded me and quickly turned off the light. The groping of her body in the darkness still made my blood boil. My mother lay obediently, enjoying my caresses, occasionally letting out a low moan.

I lowered my head and licked down from her lips until I reached her vulva, while my hands gently stroked her soft, plump buttocks and breasts…

Before long, the desire to possess my mother overwhelmed me. I groped my way down to her, my erect penis thrusting against her vulva, but I couldn't penetrate. Having never had sex before, I was panting heavily. My mother hadn't expected this. She reached for the light switch, struggling to push me away, squeezing her thighs tightly together. "Oh…no…son…Mom hasn't thought it through…you can't do this…"

I pressed my penis against her wet, slippery vulva, thrusting forcefully, but it only rubbed against her labia.

Seeing that I ignored her and kept ramming into her, my mother felt both angry and amused. She slapped my buttocks hard and said, "Good son...it seems you really don't understand this kind of thing...don't waste your energy...oh...you can't get in without Mom's cooperation..."

Hearing this, I immediately deflated and grabbed her tender buttocks, pleading with her, "Mom...my good mother...just once...I really can't hold back...come on..."

As I spoke, I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's vulva and rubbed it up and down incessantly, then kissed her lips and sucked on them. My hands were naturally not idle either, fiercely hugging and squeezing and kneading my mother

's plump buttocks...before long, my mother was aroused by my teasing and actively opened her legs, letting her soft, wet vulva welcome her own son's hot penis. My penis slid into my mother's vagina without any resistance...

"Ah..."

"Ugh..."

My mother and I groaned almost simultaneously.

That was absolutely the most ecstatic moment I'd ever experienced. My mind went completely blank for a moment, and instinctively, I thrust my hips forward, pumping my penis in and out of my mother's vagina until she moaned and gasped incessantly…

I continued for about twenty minutes before ejaculating. I can't express the feeling of that moment; I only remember my mother letting out a muffled groan and then clinging to me tightly. We were both exhausted, and without saying another word, we lay naked together and fell into a deep sleep until dawn.

At breakfast, I asked my mother how she felt last night. She chuckled and said, "You, you naive young man, you're so desperate for women, you even went after an old woman like me."

I lewdly touched her vulva and said, "Mom, I really want women, but I'm not crazy... Mom, although you're middle-aged, you're still plump and fair-skinned, and your cunt is especially wet and warm. With a charming and alluring mother like you, your son doesn't need to go out and find other women... It's so convenient."

My mother laughed even more, giving me a flirtatious glance, "You little beast..."

I didn't back down either, "Dear Mom, you're an old slut... We're a perfect match... Hehe..."

After hearing this, my mother raised her hand as if to hit me, but I pulled her close, hugged her, and started groping her all over...

I'm twenty-eight years old this year and have been working for five years. In junior high school, I became hopelessly addicted to pornographic novels and movies. Back then, society wasn't as open as it is now, and it was too difficult to find a young girl to have some fun with. Hiring a prostitute? No money! No connections!

Every time I read pornographic novels and watched pornographic movies, I could only secretly hide away and fantasize about women's bodies and masturbate until I ejaculated. Years of masturbation made my penis dark, thick, and long, allowing every woman I had sex with to experience near-exhausting pleasure and satisfaction—perhaps another great benefit of masturbation.

In the second semester of my first year of high school, I read an incestuous novel for the first time. After finishing it, I felt an even stronger and more chaotic stimulation. Compared to fantasizing about sex between spouses or boyfriends/girlfriends, it was a sinful pleasure. My most primal desires were fully released, and I masturbated twice in a row, fantasizing about my mother's body for the first time.

From then on, I began to pay attention to and seize every opportunity to touch my mother's body. At that time, our family's financial situation was very poor. My eldest sister had just graduated from university and was desperately looking for work, while my father had been laid off from the transportation company. Fortunately, he was soon hired by my uncle to drive a long-distance truck.

My mother was forty-six years old at the time. Because she only had a junior high school education, she worked in a clothing factory. To supplement the family income, she would sew clothes for the neighborhood aunties after work every day. The long hours of overtime caused her to age prematurely, and noticeable crow's feet began to appear at the corners of her eyes. However, her skin, which had been exposed to the elements for years, was fair and delicate. Her breasts and buttocks were full and plump, giving her a mature and alluring charm. I would always secretly stare at the opening of her collar and the hem of her skirt. Unfortunately, my mother always dressed very traditionally, her underwear always covering her vital parts completely. But just seeing the outline of her breasts and vulva was enough to excite me greatly.

Two months later, my mother and I had our first relatively intimate encounter. That day, I rushed home after receiving my report card showing I got first place in the final exams. My mother was holding a new dress, about to go into her room to change. I went over and held the report card high in front of her, excitedly shouting, "Mom, look! I got first place again! How are you going to reward me?"

My mother was also very happy, hugging me tightly and kissing me on the cheek. "Good son, you've really made your mother proud. After I change, I'll make you something delicious to nourish your body."

My mother's full breasts pressed against me, and for the first time, I felt a little strange. I hugged her back and kissed her, saying, "Okay, it's been so long since I've had anything good to eat. Mom, hurry up..."

A little while after my mother went into her room, I heard her calling me in. It turned out that she had put on half of the top of her new dress, but the zipper on the back of the skirt was stuck.

"Son, help Mom fix the zipper. I've been working on it for ages. Be gentle, don't break it."

My mother turned her back to me and said.

"It's no big deal, Mom, don't worry, it'll be done soon." I replied casually, my eyes fixed on my mother's round buttocks. My mother wasn't wearing pantyhose today; her underwear was very loose, but it had probably been worn for a long time and was now just a thin layer, vaguely revealing her plump, white buttocks.

As I fiddled with the zipper, my hand happened to be rubbing against the deep cleft of her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were very elastic, and my hand trembled with excitement. I struggled for a while without getting the zipper right. My mother's buttocks seemed a little itchy from my rubbing, and she kept urging me.

"Hurry up, it's not done yet! You said it would be done soon."

On a whim, I stopped trying and grabbed a handful of the plump flesh on my mother's buttocks, saying,

"Mom, you can only blame your big buttocks for stretching the zipper out of shape."

"Oh...you naughty son, how dare you say that to your mother! I'll settle the score with you later. Fix it properly!" My mother wiggled her buttocks

and scolded me playfully. When my mother pretended to spank me when I was little, I often pinched her buttocks in response, so she didn't suspect my bad intentions and thought I was just teasing her.

I continued stroking her bottom and said, "Why don't you tuck your big bottom in and pull the skirt down to fix it? The zipper is really too tight."

"Well... is that okay? You said Mom's bottom is too big and it's causing the problem, how can I pull the skirt down? Try pulling it gently first, don't tear the new skirt."

So, I held the hem of the skirt with one hand and pressed down hard on my mother's plump bottom with the other, slowly pulling the skirt down. My mother's entire bottom, covered by thin underwear, was exposed, and I couldn't help but pat it lightly, the flesh jiggling slightly.

"Mom, your bottom is really big, so... sexy."

My mother suddenly turned to look at me, "What did you say? What does a little kid like you know about sexiness, hehe. Don't say that about Mom, okay?"

My mother seemed very happy that I praised her for being sexy, and after saying that, she glanced at her own bottom, her expression somewhat smug.

I scanned my mother's body from head to toe, my gaze quickly settling on her genitals. Through her thin panties, her sparse but dark pubic hair was clearly visible, some even piercing through the fabric. Her entire vulva bulged like a small mound of flesh, and I immediately blushed with excitement.

Noticing my strange gaze, my mother looked down at her own lower body and quickly covered her genitals with her skirt, pointing at my head in embarrassment and saying, "You child, you're not even honest with your mother! How old are you? You make your mother blush just looking at you. Get out of here, I'll do it myself."

I expected my mother to give me a severe scolding, but instead, she seemed more embarrassed. Perhaps she was too happy about my good grades to scold me too harshly, so I quickly left the room.

At dinner, it was just my mother and me. My older sister had found a job and lived at her workplace, and my father drove a long-distance truck, coming home only once or twice a month at most. My mother seemed to have forgotten what happened that afternoon, and as usual, she admonished me to keep up my studies and not to be so playful.

My grades have always been excellent, so while I told her not to worry about my studies, I couldn't help but unconsciously glance at her breasts. From this afternoon until now, my mother's large buttocks have been swaying in my mind. Several times, thinking about it, my penis got hard. I know it's wrong to fantasize about my mother like this, but compared to erotic novels, the mother in front of me gives me a much stronger stimulation, and I can't shake this thought.

After dinner, my mother finished the housework and went to take a shower. I went back to my room, quickly finished my homework, and lay on the bed to read the incest novel I had just received that day. The novel described a single mother and her only son sharing a room while traveling. The mother, like a wolf, had a very strong sex drive. In the middle of the night, the son accidentally touched her genitals, and the two of them had sex in a daze. After returning from the trip, they made love even more intimately in every corner of the house.

I couldn't help but fantasize that if I slept in the same bed as my mother, this kind of thing would definitely happen, holding her plump, white buttocks and making love to her... How wonderful that would be... I vigorously masturbated, imagining my mother's vulva, her moans, and soon I cried out "Oh!" and ejaculated, spraying a large amount of semen onto the sheets and underwear.

Unexpectedly, my mother had just finished showering and came out. Hearing my sudden loud shout, she thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" and walked towards my room.

Oh no! I usually masturbate after my mother falls asleep, hiding under the covers. I thought she would take a while to shower, so I didn't lock the door. The moment my mother pushed the door open, I quickly pulled the blanket over my lower body, but I forgot to put the novel on the bedside table. In a panic, I grabbed it and stuffed it under the covers.

My mother walked anxiously to the bedside. "What's wrong, son? Are you feeling unwell? Let Mom see."

"No...nothing...Mom, I'm fine."

"Really? Then why were you yelling so loudly? Come on, let Mom see."

My mother reached out to pull back the blanket, but I covered myself tightly, thinking I was doomed if my mother found out. I stammered, "Mom...it's nothing, just now I...I...it suddenly hurt down there, but it's okay now."

"Oh, your little penis hurts? Let Mom see. Don't be shy, you're my child. When you were little, Mom always helped you bathe. Come on."

Then, my mother pulled my hand away and pulled back the blanket. I helplessly closed my eyes, waiting for my mother's scolding.

"Ah...you...you're masturbating, such a young child...and you've even soiled the sheets and clothes...really...what kind of book is that..."

I was about to take the book away when my mother quickly snatched it, opened it, and read aloud: "Mother and son sharing a bed, story summary...a single mother and her only son share a room while traveling...and have a sexual encounter...oh dear...how could you read such a dirty book? No wonder you've gone astray."

"Mom, I...I..."

"Sigh, get up and get dressed. Mom needs to have a serious talk with you."

I put on my pants and sat on the edge of the bed with my mother, head down, not daring to look at her. My mother sighed again, took my hand, and I was so nervous that my hand trembled slightly. My mother sensed my unease and her tone softened.

"Son, your parents are busy with work all day and haven't been able to teach you properly, which is why you...don't be so nervous, Mom won't scold you. Tell Mom the truth, how long have you been masturbating?"

"One...more than a year." I didn't dare tell the truth. If my mother knew I had been masturbating for three years, she would be even angrier.

"Oh, Mom knows kids these days mature earlier than before, and many teenage boys are like you.

But you have to remember, studying comes first. This kind of thing can't be too frequent, or you'll ruin your health and won't have the energy to study. Also, you're not allowed to read those... mother-son content books anymore. Mom's taking this book away. You're too young to have self-control. These kinds of books are for adults, understand?"

My mother spoke to me like a teacher lecturing a student, without a trace of anger. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded. "Mom, I know it's wrong, but many of my classmates read these kinds of books. Some classmates even say that each other's mothers are prettier and sexier, and that they want to touch them like in the novels."

"Is that so? Kids these days are really... cough, no wonder you said Mom's... butt... was sexy this afternoon. You're not allowed to do that anymore. Tell me honestly, have you ever been interested in Mom's body like your classmates? Have you fantasized about Mom's body when you masturbate?"

"I... I..." I was still worried that my mother would be angry and couldn't say it.

"So you are? Tell Mom the truth, Mom won't blame you, just be more careful next time."

"When I masturbate while reading, I often fantasize about things like what's written in the book, but I've only ever seen your body, so I can only think about you." My mother's words gave me a lot of courage, and I blurted it out in one breath.

"Sigh, you child. Actually, the reason you fantasize about my body is because you've never seen a real woman's body. When you grow up and have a girlfriend, you won't think about an old woman like me anymore, haha." My mother analyzed like a psychologist.

Hearing her say this and fantasize seemed quite normal, so I gradually grew bolder. I held my mother's hand and said, "Mom, I think you're much prettier than any other girl. I... can I still think of you when I masturbate in the future?"

"Hehe, you little devil, you're so sweet-talking. Mom has wrinkles on her face now, she can't compare to a little girl. You have to promise Mom you won't masturbate too often, no more than twice a month. Hmm... thinking of Mom is okay, but we're mother and son, you absolutely mustn't do anything inappropriate to Mom, okay? When you grow up, you won't have to think of Mom anymore. You must be restrained, you're so thin." My mother's face turned slightly red, and she lovingly touched my hand.

I shuddered and made an even bolder request: "Mom, can you help me masturbate? I really want you to help me just once."

My mother was stunned. "Mom help you... masturbate? No way, why would you think like that?"

"Mom, just once, I want to try what it feels like. I promise to study hard and repay you in the future." My mind went blank, and I started spouting sweet nothings.

My mother immediately laughed out loud, "Okay, as long as you study hard, Mom promises you. But not today, you just masturbated, um... how about two more weeks, okay?"

"Okay, okay, it's a deal, Mom, ah." I almost jumped up, hugged my mother and gave her a quick kiss.

Then I went to take a shower and go to bed.

The long two weeks finally passed, and that day I excitedly returned home, ready to experience my mother masturbating me for the first time. But when I got home, my heart sank, because my father and older sister had already come home.

I seemed listless during dinner, and they all asked if I wasn't feeling well. I made an excuse that I was a little dizzy, ate a few bites, and went back to my room. After a while, my father and older sister came in and, seeing that I was alright, went to rest. My mother then finished tidying up and came in.

"Son, is your head still bothering you? Should we see a doctor?"

As soon as my mother came in, I jumped out of bed, closed the door tightly, and pulled her to sit down. "Mom, you promised to help me masturbate in two weeks, and now the time has come. Can you start helping me?"

"Are you crazy? Your dad and sister are home. Don't let them find out about this, understand? They're leaving tomorrow, so I'll help you tomorrow night. Go to sleep early." My mother said in a low voice and turned to leave.

I had already pulled down my underwear, my penis slightly erect. Without thinking, I grabbed my mother's hand and held it.

"Ah...no...Mom promised you tomorrow..."

"Mom, I really want to, please help me now, they can't see." My penis swelled rapidly as my mother's soft hand grasped it.

“Oh… little devil, it’s so big… bigger than your dad’s… good heavens, um… Mom will help you tomorrow… let Mom go, it’s bad if they find out, be good, okay?” My mother stared at my swollen penis, gently touched the glans a few times, then got up and walked towards the door.

I stood up and hugged my mother from behind, my penis pressing against her buttocks, my hand just touching her bulging vulva, but I didn’t dare to move. My mother’s body trembled slightly.

“Ah… no… son… let go of Mom, be good.”

I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother’s neck, “Okay, Mom.” Then I reluctantly let go.

My mother turned around and quickly kissed me, saying, “Sleep well, son, see you tomorrow, goodnight!”

At that moment, I saw my mother’s eyes were full of charm, as if she was saying goodbye to her lover. I was also filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, lying in bed, savoring that scene for a long time, unable to fall asleep. When I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I heard my mother moaning softly coming from my parents' room. I went over and listened more closely. It turned out my parents were having sex. My father's heavy breathing and my mother's moans were mixed together. My mother kept urging my father to go harder. After a while, there was a sudden silence. After a while, I heard my father speak.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I can't do it again. Go buy a vibrator tomorrow. I'm not feeling well, and I'm often away from home. It's too hard on you." It turned out my father couldn't satisfy my mother's needs. Strangely, instead of feeling sorry for my father, I felt a secret joy. My mother's sexual desire was unsatisfied, so maybe I really had a chance with her... The obscene desire resurfaced clearly once again.

Then I heard my mother comforting my father, saying, "Oh...no...it's alright, I'm getting old, I can manage without doing this. You must be too tired, get some rest. Hmm...why don't you touch me a little longer...I'll be done soon...oh..."

My mother clearly wanted it but couldn't have it, and my inexplicable smugness grew stronger. I secretly went back to my room and started masturbating.

The next day, after breakfast, my father and older sister left. I sat in the classroom all day, absentmindedly, just hoping to get out of school soon. As soon as I got home, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen wearing the new dress she wore yesterday, a section of her white calves showing. Today, my mother wasn't wearing pantyhose again. I walked behind her and gently put my arm around her waist. My mother's waist had some soft, flabby flesh.

"Ah, school's out! Sit still, dinner'll be ready soon."

"No, I want to watch you cook. Once I learn, I can help you."

"Hehe, okay, if you learn, Mom won't have to work so hard."

"Mom, your waist is so flexible!"

"Haha, you're so naive. I only got this flexible because I'm older. It's better to be young; a slim waist makes any clothes look good."

"Mom, you still look great, you're not really old. Anyway, I love you just the way you are." I rubbed my mother's thick waist, and she squirmed, her buttocks rubbing against my penis, making it hard again.

"Cough, you're being naughty again, hugging Mom...it makes me hard...okay, stop moving. After dinner, Mom will help you...once."

After dinner, before the dishes were even cleared, I hurriedly pulled my mother to my room, quickly pulled off my pants, and lay down on the bed. My mother looked at me shyly, and I took her hand and placed it on my penis.

"Ah! Why are you in such a hurry? You'll definitely grow up to be a big pervert."

"Mom, I'm already grown up, but I'm not a big pervert. You said last time that all boys are like that. Hehe..."

"Hmm... okay... you little rascal... Mom will only help you this once, don't push your luck, and don't tell anyone."

"I know, good Mom. Let's begin."

My mother's hand slowly began to stroke my penis, her technique was very skilled, she must have done this to my father before, my penis was swollen and a little painful, even thicker than yesterday.

"Mom, is it true that you said yesterday that my penis is bigger than Dad's?"

"Oh... yes, you're only sixteen and it's already this big, what will it be like in the future?"

"Mom... what are the advantages of a big penis?" I asked her, pretending to be confused.

“Hmm… a little bigger… your wife will be more comfortable then.”

“What does it have to do with my wife? I don’t understand.”

“You’re too young to understand, you’ll understand when you grow up. Oh, it’s really big…”

“Mom, please explain it clearly, please…”

“Hmm… a big penis… when inserted into a woman’s… hole… it will be more… full and stimulating, more comfortable… easier to satisfy… oh…”

My mother’s hands moved faster and faster, her expression became more and more strange, like she had drunk a lot of alcohol, and she couldn’t help but moan. I felt this scene was too lewd, and I cried out along with her: “Oh… Mom… you’re so good at touching… I feel so good… much better than masturbating myself… why don’t you be my wife… I’ll make you feel good too… my good mother…”

“Oh… don’t think like that… it’s already wrong for Mom to help you masturbate… Mom is old and can’t delay your future… besides, we are mother and son… that would be incest… we would be condemned by the world…”

“Mom, no one will know. Dad is impotent again, you must need it, so let your son satisfy you.”

“You…how do you know your father is impotent…Oh…bad son…you must have overheard your parents talking in the room last night…sigh…your father worked too hard and ruined his health…we can’t do anything to betray your father…son, do you understand?”

Mentioning her father lowered her mood considerably, her hand continuing its stroking motion out of habit. I was about to ejaculate…afraid of saying something inappropriate and upsetting my mother, causing her to run away and leaving me with nothing, I grabbed my mother’s other hand and touched my scrotum, saying, “Okay, Mom, I won’t say anything more, ah…hurry up…I’m going to cum…oh…”

My mother’s hand quickened its stroking, and I quickly lost control and ejaculated. “Oh, Mom…it feels so good, Mom…”

My mother seemed to be infected by my excitement, regaining her arousal, her breathing becoming rapid, her eyes fixed on my penis, her fingers scraping the glans. My penis continued to throb, and semen kept flowing out, soaking my mother's hands. After a while, when she saw that my penis had stopped throbbing and the semen was no longer flowing, she considerately took a tissue and wiped my sticky penis clean. Even then, my penis was still hard. My mother cupped my penis in her hands and looked at me, saying,

"Son, you've been ejaculating for a while now, why hasn't it gone down yet? Has it always been like this?"

"Yeah, about the same. I think it's a little softer after I masturbate and ejaculate. What's wrong?"

"Sigh, young people are just different... Sigh... Your dad always goes soft before he even ejaculates... It makes me feel so uncomfortable, stuck in this state..."

My mother, seeing my boundless energy for the first time, couldn't help but speak her mind. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Because I had just ejaculated, my incestuous desires had diminished considerably, and I spoke to my mother very sincerely.

"Mom, you could buy a vibrator like Dad suggested. It must be so hard to suppress yourself like this."

"Sigh, your dad bought one for me before, but it broke last month. I always feel... that thing is so cold, it's not as stimulating as... masturbation..."

"Ah? Mom, you can... masturbate too...?"

My mother lowered her head and said softly, "Yes... yes... women can masturbate to orgasm just like men. I had no other choice..."

My mother's voice grew softer and softer, but her hand gripped my penis tighter and tighter. After saying so much, she became more and more embarrassed. Her pink face was flushed with shyness, and she was panting with a hint of resentment. She looked like a wronged woman in the palace. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I just wanted to know how I could help her, but she had already made it very clear that I was not allowed to do anything to her.

I sat up, hugged her head, and rested it on my shoulder. "Mom, is there anything I can do to

help you? Just tell me. I'm your son, and I really hope you can be happy every day." My mother moved her arms away from me and hugged me back, patting my back. She said, "Mom knows you're filial, but no one but your father can help with this kind of thing. Just focus on your studies now, and I'll be happiest if you can make something of yourself and achieve something great in the future. Don't worry about me; I'm used to it. Sigh… Let's not talk about this anymore. Are you feeling better today? Can I go out and clear the dishes now…?" "It's time to do your homework...you naughty son...you little pervert..."

My mother playfully flicked my penis with her finger. I jumped, staring intently at her face. Her alluring face held a captivating smile, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes added to her mature charm. If only she weren't my mother but my lover, I could freely caress her voluptuous body and enjoy wonderful sex together...

My mother felt a little uncomfortable under my gaze and shook my arm, saying, "What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen your mother's face before."

"Mom, you're so beautiful. I was thinking how wonderful it would be if you weren't my mother and were my lover, then we could..."

"Shh...don't say that, Mom can't take it. Just now, when Mom was helping you...masturbate, it was so...uncomfortable. I was thinking if it were your father...but unfortunately, we're mother and son, and we can't go any further."

So it turned out my mother also… I was incredibly excited. Maybe with a few more attempts, she would overcome her inhibitions and truly become one with me. Thinking this, I became excited again. Pretending to be calm, I kissed her briefly, separating our bodies. My mother's first experience of masturbation with me was over.

After that time, I asked her to masturbate me several times, but she politely declined each time. However, our mother-son relationship became much closer than before. We became very open with each other, and she would even blush and tell me if I asked her if she had been masturbating lately.

I often took the opportunity to touch my mother's large buttocks and breasts. My mother would always pretend to avoid me, but then let me do as I pleased.

Only once, when I massaged my mother's inner thighs, I deliberately pressed on her vulva. My mother couldn't help but moan in pleasure, and immediately pulled my hand away without getting angry. She had a long talk with me, still saying things like we were mother and son and couldn't cross ethical boundaries. Seeing that she wasn't angry, I became bolder and touched her vulva many times afterward, only more subtly, pretending it was an accidental touch. I discovered that my mother's vulva would react every time I touched it, which made me even more enthusiastic.

More than a year passed in the blink of an eye. I was in my senior year of high school, and my studies became even busier. To prepare for the college entrance exam, I moved to a boarding school and only came home once a month. Over the year, our family's financial situation improved, and our quality of life increased significantly. I didn't like the food in the school cafeteria, and after two months, I had lost a lot of weight. When I came home, my mother was heartbroken and almost cried.

Actually, because of the pressure of studying and living in a dormitory in my senior year, I rarely masturbated, and I felt much more energetic. Of course, every time I came home, seeing my mother's full and alluring body would rekindle my desire,

and I would masturbate a few times. My mother saw me less often and became more indulgent. As soon as I came home, she would busy herself preparing delicious meals to nourish me. Having waited a month to see her, I became even more unrestrained, often playfully rubbing her vulva a few times, openly joking, "Are you itchy again? Do you need comforting?" My mother no longer dodged; she would always look at me with pity and tell me not to be naughty.

My relationship with my mother continued to grow closer, until one day three months before the college entrance exam, our relationship reached a new level, almost leading to physical intimacy.

That day, the results of the mock exam before the college entrance exam were released, and I once again came in first place. When I got home, my mother happily kissed me for several minutes. As usual, my hands were on her large buttocks, stroking them incessantly. My mother was wearing a skirt, and after a while, I simply lifted it up, touching her buttocks through her thin underwear.

My mother didn't object, and I slowly slid my hand under her underwear, directly caressing her plump, tender vulva, occasionally teasing around her anus. My mother was stimulated by my direct teasing and moaned.

"Oh...don't do this...good son...Mom is so uncomfortable...take your hand away...oh...if you don't take it away, Mom will get angry...mmm..."

My mother said this, but her body didn't move; instead, she pressed herself even closer to me, her large buttocks swaying as if in response. Her moans were the same as the ones she made when she made love with my father that night. My penis immediately became engorged and swollen, pressing against my mother's vulva.

My mother seemed even more excited, her large buttocks still writhing, her plump vulva rubbing and pressing against my swollen penis. She cried out louder, perhaps because her vulva hadn't been stimulated like this in a long time, unwilling to move away. I became even bolder, reaching forward to touch my mother's vulva, which was already wet and slippery. I touched her thick, warm labia and then, with a little force, my fingers slid inside…

“Oh…son, you're so naughty…you're getting more and more outrageous…daring to touch Mom's…pussy…I'll beat your ass to a pulp…oh…um…”

“Mom…your pussy is all wet…do you want your son’s big cock…let’s do it…no one will find out…um…big ass mom…fat pussy mom…my slutty mom…”

I teased my mother using the language of pornographic books, and this trick seemed to work quite well. My mother also became lewd: “um…big cock son…Mom’s pussy is so itchy…Mom wants a big cock…oh…but my son’s big cock won’t do…ah…oh…don’t put your hand in too deep…Mom is going to die of itchiness today…I’m going to die from my big cock son…oh…”

Hearing my mother moan like this, I thought she had agreed to me, so I pulled her panties up to her thighs and then took out my penis and brought it close to her vulva. But my mother dodged away and covered her vulva, saying: "Son, Mom couldn't resist letting you touch...my private parts. You're

not allowed to do that again, or Mom really won't talk to you anymore." My mother held firm to her last line of defense, and I had no choice but to give up. But the pleasure of touching my mother's vulva still made me unable to stop, so I hugged her again and started to act coquettishly. "Good Mom, I promise you I won't do this again. Can you let me touch it one more time? Okay, dear Mom?"

Before she could speak, my hands started moving up and down. My mother was much more at ease and quickly got back into the mood. She took the initiative to move her hands away and hug me. "Bad son...bad son...Mom really can't do anything with you...oh...today Mom will let you touch it properly...Mom hasn't felt comfortable in a long time...oh..."

My mother raised her head, looked at me with seductive eyes, and her small mouth was slightly open as she breathed heavily. My heart skipped

a beat, and I lowered my head to kiss my mother's small mouth, licking it with my tongue. Below, one hand caressed her large buttocks, while the other rubbed her vulva. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina and began thrusting rapidly… My mother, startled by my sudden kiss, initially kept her mouth tightly shut and made muffled noises. After a few thrusts with both hands, she twisted her lower body violently and automatically opened her mouth to kiss me. She put her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it. I had never kissed before, and I wasn't quite used to my mother's actions. Our teeth clashed several times, but my mother slowly guided me. Soon, we were in perfect harmony, closing our eyes and swallowing each other's saliva.

I was experiencing something entirely new, giving my first kiss to my still-attractive mother. The feeling was so wonderful and intoxicating, my heart trembled, and my fingers penetrated deeper into my mother's vagina, moving in and out.

My mother's body suddenly spasmed, then she pressed tightly against my hand as if trying to swallow my fingers whole. She pulled her mouth away, panting and moaning, followed by a contraction in her vagina, releasing a gush of hot, lustful fluid.

"Ah...ah...Mom's coming...it feels so good..."

My mother finally reached her climax. She held my head tightly, rested her head on my shoulder, and quietly enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. It took her a long time to come to her senses. She stroked my face and said,

"Good son, this is the most comfortable day I've had in a long time...I feel so relaxed all over."

My fingers were still inside my mother's vagina. I gently tapped them again.

"Mom, if you like, I can help you like this often in the future, hmm."

"Oh, stop moving your hands, Mom's...hole...is sore. Hmm, we've taken another step too far.

But...Mom likes it like this today...but you must remember not to let anyone know what happened between us today."

"Mom, I understand, you don't need to worry too much. Although we are mother and son, we haven't committed incest. We're just touching each other's bodies to satisfy our sexual desires, and no one knows. Maybe this is a little unfair to Dad, but he can't satisfy you, so as his son, I'm helping him out. It's only right and proper, hehe."

"Hmph! What nonsense are you talking about! If your dad finds out, he'll eat you alive...you only take advantage of your mother...you're such a bad son."

"My dear mother, my sexy mother, we're just getting what we need. I don't have to go out and fool around, and you don't have to cheat on me. We're both satisfied, isn't that great?"

"Hey, you still call me 'slutty mom,' I'm never talking to you again."

My mother pouted, looking so alluring. I lowered my head and kissed her lips again, and she immediately softened, her small hands gently wrapping around my neck... After a full ten minutes, my mother and I reluctantly separated. After quickly tidying her clothes, my mother went into the kitchen to prepare dinner...

I got bored watching TV alone for a while, so I slipped into the kitchen to chat with my mother. When she saw me come in, she smiled at me, looking a little shy, probably because I had touched her genitals and made those wanton moans in front of me earlier, and now she felt embarrassed thinking about it. I had just had that unprecedented contact with her, and I had no reservations about her anymore. I moved closer to her, naturally put my arm around her waist, and slipped my hand under her skirt, touching her genitals through her panties.

My mother continued cooking, letting me caress her. She hadn't changed her panties yet; the vaginal fluid from her earlier orgasm had soaked them, sticking to her labia, and I could clearly feel the outline of her labia. After just a few touches, my hand was covered in my mother's vaginal fluid.

I suddenly remembered the scene in the pornographic book where the son licked his mother's vulva, and I couldn't help but feel aroused and wanted to taste my mother's vagina. So I reached my hand under my mother's panties and scraped her vulva with her juices, then put it in my mouth and licked it. The taste was a bit sour and salty, not very delicious, but the faint fishy smell mixed in made me extremely excited. Most importantly, this was the juices flowing from my own mother's vagina. I couldn't help but insert my fingers into my mother's vulva and then pull them out and put them in my mouth, sucking on them. My mother heard the sound, turned her head and saw that I had put my hand that had touched her vulva in my mouth, and she cried out in surprise.

"Oh...son, why are you licking my...water...it's so dirty...take it away..."

I took a deep breath before removing my hand, then swallowed hard, grinning lewdly at my mother, "Mom, your vaginal fluid tastes really good. No wonder porn books say licking vaginas is so comfortable and stimulating. I feel incredibly satisfied after licking your vaginal fluid, I really want to drink more. Hehe."

"Cough, you're making this up again. Using such dirty things with your mouth...how disgusting."

"Mom, many books say that people lick each other's genitals. As long as people are healthy, it's not dirty. And it's said that women's vaginal fluid and men's semen are very nutritious, good for beauty and health."

"Hmph, which book says that? I don't believe it. You're not allowed to do that again."

"Mom, if you don't believe me, look at the book that took me away the other day. It's all written in there."

"Tch, I won't read such vulgar books."

"Mom, I'm telling the truth. You'll understand once you see it tonight. If I'm lying, I won't take advantage of you anymore."

"Really? Then Mom will settle the score with you after I see it, hmph! Okay, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, you filthy devil."

After saying that, my mother nudged me with her plump buttocks.

This ambiguous action aroused me again. I squatted down and lifted her skirt from behind, pulled her underwear down a bit, and put my mouth to her white buttocks to lick and sweep. My mother giggled from the tickling, her big buttocks swaying from side to side to avoid me, and kept calling out for mercy: "Hehehe... It tickles so much! Stop teasing Mom... Good son... If... if you don't behave... Mom will fart and knock you out... Oh my... God..."

I licked more and more enthusiastically and ignored her completely. While licking her buttocks, I touched my mother's vulva and rubbed her labia and clitoris. My mother's vulva gushed out streams of lustful water. This time, my mother really couldn't take it anymore. She struggled a few times to get rid of my teasing and hid to the side, panting heavily.

"Ugh...ugh...you little rascal...Mom's going to be tortured to death by you sooner or later...oh my god..."

"Mom, my dear mother, how could I bear to torture you? I'm too busy spoiling you. Your tender bottom is so white and plump, I really can't resist the temptation to take a few more bites, hehe. Come on, Mom, be good, let me have one more bite and I won't have to eat, okay?"

I stood up and moved closer to my mother, who quickly grabbed my hands to stop me from moving. "Oh...don't be naughty anymore...be good...eat your food before you play...come on, wash your hands and then eat...my son is the best..."

Seeing that my mother was still panting nervously, I obediently nodded and then prepared to eat together.

During the meal, my mother kept piling food onto my plate, saying I'd lost so much weight and needed to replenish myself. I joked, "Mom, I think your vaginal fluid is the most effective for replenishing the body. I only tasted a little bit just now and I already feel energetic and full of spirit. You should let me drink more. Hehe."

My mother's face immediately turned red. "Cough, don't talk nonsense. Eat properly. I haven't even settled the score with you yet for putting such dirty things in your mouth..."

"Mom, I was born from your fat vagina. According to you, does that mean I'm completely dirty?"

"You... are getting more and more outrageous... saying such awful things... giving birth to you... is different... in short, it's dirty..." My mother seemed not angry at all, except for being shy, after I touched her vagina. It really made a difference. Hehe, I completely let go of my lustful thoughts.

"My dearest mother, you are the most beautiful, sexiest, and cleanest woman in the world. I don't think any part of your body is dirty. If you're willing, I will cherish everything about you, including satisfying your sexual desires with my mouth and my penis. You'll definitely like that feeling."

"Ah, you... you just touched my... hole, and now you want to push your luck... No... wouldn't that make me a... slut? I'm already an old woman. Do you really like that?" My mother was moved by my seemingly sincere words, and her voice softened considerably.

I remembered the wanton state of my mother's fleshy hole when I caressed it, and I couldn't wait to insert my big cock into her cunt to experience real sex. I quickly seized the opportunity to attack her psychological defenses, gently holding her small hand and saying affectionately, "Mom, actually, I've liked you since I was old enough to understand things. At first, maybe it was more of a son's dependence and affection for his mother, but as I grew up, I realized that besides the love between mother and son, there was also a kind of expectation and love that a man has for his lover. In my eyes, you are tens of thousands of times more beautiful than those young girls."

"It's just because you are my mother that I dare not be presumptuous. I know that incest between mother and son is intolerable to society. That night, I overheard you and Dad making love in the room and found that Dad was no longer able to perform sexually. Knowing that you have not been satisfied for a long time, I had an even stronger desire to do something for you. I have read a lot of pornography and news reports have covered many tragedies. Most of them are women your age who have strong sexual desires but cannot be satisfied, resulting in infidelity that leads to the breakdown of their families, or even the destruction of their families. But you have been suppressing your desires and working hard for this family every day, making you haggard and prematurely aged."

“Now that I’m all grown up, I hope I can take good care of you and share some of your burdens. First, I will continue to study hard, get into a prestigious university, find a good job, and earn more money so you won’t have to work overtime every day. Second, if you need physical satisfaction, I can help you further. Dad and my sister are often not home, so no one will know what we do at home. We will still be mother and son, just closer, and it will be a permanent secret between us, so there won’t be any worries. Mom, can you promise me?”

“Oh…son…Mom didn’t expect you…to be so considerate…Mom is very happy…but Mom still feels that things between mother and son…are not good…and it’s also unfair to your father…Let Mom think about it some more…um…let’s talk about it after your college entrance exam…okay…”

“Okay, Mom, think it through before you answer. I won’t force you. I love you and will not let you get hurt.”

"Hmm...good son...how come you've grown up so much all of a sudden...Mom is so lucky to have a son like you, hehe..."

My mother sat down beside me and pulled me into her arms. My face was pressed against her full breasts. The alluring scent emanating from her body made me restless. I reached under her skirt and gently stroked her thighs, then slowly slid down to her vulva, gently circling it. My mother cooperated by parting her legs and gently stroking my head with one hand.

"Hmm...son...hmm...Mom just praised you...and you're being naughty again...oh..." My mother was clearly very sensitive to this stimulation, and soon her panties were even wetter. I moved my body down a little, lifted her skirt, and rested my head on my mother's smooth thighs. I saw strands of clear, lustful fluid seeping from her panties against her vulva, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick it.

"Ah...no...it itches...you're so naughty...son...Mom told you it's dirty there..."

My mother, seemingly resisting, gripped my shoulders tightly, her labia slightly twitching. I groped for the edge of her panties, pulling them apart until I finally saw her plump vulva. Her dark red labia were slightly parted, the narrow slit moist and sticky with small white dots—probably her vaginal discharge.

As I approached her vulva, an even stronger, more pungent odor assaulted my nostrils. I opened my mouth and licked the slit, sucking and swallowing her juices. My mother moaned loudly, pressing my head down and raising her large buttocks to rub her vulva against my mouth.

"Ah...so good...so itchy...son, you're so clever...licking my pussy makes it itchy...and numb...much more comfortable than using my hands...oh...oh...lick harder...don't swallow my pussy juice...ah..."

I slowly spread my tongue apart and inserted it into my mother's vulva, scraping it. Most of my mother's labia were in my mouth. I licked the walls of her vulva while gently biting her labia with my teeth. My mother trembled with excitement, her buttocks twisted even more wildly, and her hands pressed my head harder, as if she wanted to push my whole head into her pussy.

“Ah…good son…Mom’s big cock son…Mom wants you to lick Mom’s cunt every day from now on…Oh…grind it faster…faster…Mom’s about to come…ah…Mom feels so good…ah…”

Hearing that my mother was about to climax, I licked her even more vigorously, holding her fat buttocks with both hands and squeezing them hard towards my mouth. My mother groaned twice, her body suddenly stopped twisting, and then a stream of hot, wet fluid gushed out. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed every drop.

My mother let out a long sigh and released her hands, her body becoming limp as she leaned back in the chair. I continued to lick and sweep the fluid off my mother’s labia, my mouth and the corners of my mouth were sticky with the fluid, and I felt a great sense of satisfaction…My mother rested for a long time before catching her breath. She gently lifted my head and saw that my mouth was full of her fluid. She couldn’t help but let out a soft “Oh…” and stared at me lewdly.

“Good son…you’re so filial…you even used your mouth on such a dirty place…to satisfy Mom…Mom loves you…my dear son…”

Looking at my mother’s satisfied yet restless eyes, I was infatuated, my desire to possess her reached its peak. I caressed the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes and softly requested ,

“Mom, let’s sleep together tonight, okay?”

My mother’s body trembled slightly. “Oh, no, Mom hasn’t thought about it yet…if you want…Mom will help you with my hand…okay…”

“Mom, I just want to hold you and sleep together, not to violate your fat hole with my big cock; we haven’t slept together since junior high school, I want to relive that warm feeling.”

“Hmm…Mom is worried that she won’t be able to control herself…and you…incest…let’s wait until you finish your college entrance exam, okay?”

My mother probably thought that apart from sexual intercourse, our intimate caressing of each other’s bodies wasn’t incest. I secretly laughed to myself. What normal mother and son in the world would masturbate each other? What mother would let her son lick and kiss her vagina?

The college entrance exam was fast approaching, and I figured there was plenty of time. I figured it would be more exciting to let my mother willingly accept my large penis inside her; that way, I could truly and fully enjoy her plump and alluring body. So I didn't force her, and the two of us were intimate for a while before cleaning up.

After everything was cleaned up, it was already past nine o'clock at night. My mother and I watched TV together for a while, then she felt sleepy and went back to her room. But I wasn't sleepy at all, so I continued watching TV alone. About half an hour later, I noticed the light was still on in my mother's room. I went over and gently pushed the door open. There she was, sitting in front of the mirror, massaging the wrinkles around her eyes, having changed into her pajamas. My mother wasn't wearing a bra; through the thin pajamas, her full breasts sagged slightly, and her nipples were clearly visible.

I hugged her from behind and grasped her breasts. My mother let out a soft moan and continued massaging her face. Suddenly, I spotted the incestuous novel about mother and son that my mother had taken from me last time, lying in her dressing table. I quickly grabbed it and begged her to read it with me. She hesitated for a moment, but seeing my pleading look, she finally agreed.

As soon as the massage was over, I pulled her into her bed and quickly undressed. My mother thought I wanted to sleep with her and tried to get me out, but I explained that I would go back to my own room after reading. She calmed down.

Then, I placed my hand on her vulva and we started reading the novel together. The explicit and lewd descriptions in the novel greatly aroused her. When she read about the mother and son licking each other's genitals, her vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluid. She stared intently at every word, afraid of missing any detail.

When the book described the son inserting his penis into his mother's vagina, and his mother screaming wildly in response to his thrusts, her face flushed red. She couldn't help but pull my hand to rub her clitoris and vulva, touching her slender vulva.

I tried inserting three fingers into her vagina at the same time, and to my surprise, they slipped in easily thanks to the slippery vaginal fluid. Although I had never touched another woman's vagina besides my mother's, based on the descriptions in the book, I still felt that my mother's vagina was a bit wide. I figured that even with my large penis, it wouldn't be too tight, much less tight like some books described, where it was said to be able to break the penis.

Time with my mother always seemed to fly by. Before I knew it, she had finished reading the erotic book, blushing and complaining that it was too hot. Then she threw off the covers, and I quickly untied the belt of her nightgown. My mother was already blinded by lust and obediently let me take off her nightgown and underwear one by one.

Just like that, a mature and alluring naked body of a middle-aged woman was displayed before me. Although her full breasts had sagged and her slightly thick waist had a few folds of flesh, my mother's body still gave me a strong shock. I greedily scanned her up and down, my breathing becoming heavy, and my hands began to gently touch her white flesh.

Perhaps unable to bear my burning gaze, my mother scolded me and quickly turned off the light. The groping of her body in the darkness still made my blood boil. My mother lay obediently, enjoying my caresses, occasionally letting out a low moan.

I lowered my head and licked down from her lips until I reached her vulva, while my hands gently stroked her soft, plump buttocks and breasts…

Before long, the desire to possess my mother overwhelmed me. I groped my way down to her, my erect penis thrusting against her vulva, but I couldn't penetrate. Having never had sex before, I was panting heavily. My mother hadn't expected this. She reached for the light switch, struggling to push me away, squeezing her thighs tightly together. "Oh…no…son…Mom hasn't thought it through…you can't do this…"

I pressed my penis against her wet, slippery vulva, thrusting forcefully, but it only rubbed against her labia.

Seeing that I ignored her and kept ramming into her, my mother felt both angry and amused. She slapped my buttocks hard and said, "Good son...it seems you really don't understand this kind of thing...don't waste your energy...oh...you can't get in without Mom's cooperation..."

Hearing this, I immediately deflated and grabbed her tender buttocks, pleading with her, "Mom...my good mother...just once...I really can't hold back...come on..."

As I spoke, I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's vulva and rubbed it up and down incessantly, then kissed her lips and sucked on them. My hands were naturally not idle either, fiercely hugging and squeezing and kneading my mother

's plump buttocks...before long, my mother was aroused by my teasing and actively opened her legs, letting her soft, wet vulva welcome her own son's hot penis. My penis slid into my mother's vagina without any resistance...

"Ah..."

"Ugh..."

My mother and I groaned almost simultaneously.

That was absolutely the most ecstatic moment I've ever experienced since I was born. My mind went completely blank for a moment, and I instinctively thrust my lower body forward, pumping my penis in and out of my mother's vagina until she was moaning and groaning incessantly...

I ejaculated after about twenty minutes of intercourse with my mother. I can't express how I felt at that moment; I only remember my mother letting out a muffled groan and then holding me tightly. After that, we were both exhausted and didn't say another word to each other. We just lay there naked together and fell into a deep sleep until dawn.

While having breakfast, I asked my mother how she felt last night. She chuckled, "You naive young man, so inexperienced, you're obsessed with women, even an old woman like me."

I lewdly touched her vulva and said, "Mom, I do crave women, but I'm not crazy… Mom, although you're middle-aged, you're still plump and fair, and your wet, warm pussy is so tempting. With a mother like you, still charming and alluring, I don't need to go out looking for other women… It's so convenient."

My mother laughed even harder, giving me a seductive glance, "You little beast…"

I retorted, "My dear mother, you're a slut… We're a perfect match… hehe…"

My mother raised her hand as if to hit me, but I pulled her close, hugged her, and began to fondle her all over…

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