My Deep Understanding of My Mother

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Seeing my mother worry every day because of my father's alcoholism and the daily expenses, I resolutely gave up the internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work as a sales representative for an electronics company, earning over three thousand yuan a month. This is enough to cover my own living expenses and also helps my mother support our precarious family to some extent. Although our family is ordinary, the relationships within it are astonishing.

Actually, when I was in junior high school, my parents' relationship was quite good. My mother was sweet-looking and had a fantastic figure; at 1.66 meters tall, her legs were long and shapely. Her face showed almost no signs of aging, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue. My father would go out drinking and joking with his friends, often boasting that marrying my mother was his greatest pride. His cronies would tacitly agree without contradicting him, even jokingly threatening to steal her away. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back now, it seems so warm and harmonious.

The story begins... I remember it was during my freshman year of college. My father developed hemorrhoids. At the time, the steel mill where he worked was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around 2,000 yuan, bringing his total monthly income to less than 10,000 yuan).

He went to the city's most upscale hospital, where the hospitalization fee alone cost over 5,000 yuan.

I took leave from work to take him there that day, while my mother and I carried bags of necessities. The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway. My father was in front, shuffling along, leaning against the wall, while my mother was in the middle, and I was behind carrying fruit. My mother was carrying a basin filled with shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other similar items, making it quite heavy.

My father, suffering from hemorrhoids, was walking slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, my mother, her arms tired, put the basin down on a step and rested with her hands. Perhaps I was distracted, or perhaps I was too close, but I accidentally bumped into my mother's plump buttocks.

"Ah!" My mother was startled and landed on my face. She was wearing a short dress and flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a sweet fragrance mixed with a fishy smell wafted out. The cleft of her buttocks pressed tightly against my nose, startling me. My mouth opened and closed slightly, as if I were kissing my mother's beautiful buttocks.

Then I felt a tightness in my nose, and the plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah…so good! My mother's buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks. However, there was a kind of friction mixed with a slightly erotic feel.

I had never had any Oedipus complex before, but the immense stimulation made me erect early. The gentle friction between my face and my mother's plump buttocks almost made me lose control. What an intoxicating feeling! The warm flesh of her buttocks pressed tightly against my face; I wanted to rub my face against her buttocks.

My father, walking in front, heard my mother's cry and asked, "What's wrong?" Because of her buttocks, he couldn't turn around to look down. "Oh, nothing," my mother replied calmly, perhaps because it was her son. She

placed a basin on the steps with both hands and moved her plump buttocks away from my face, her expression normal.

Without the soft touch, a wave of loss washed over me, as if my precious treasure had suddenly vanished. I looked up at what I thought was my "precious treasure," and in that fleeting glance, what caught my eye made my penis even more erect. Good heavens! My mother was wearing lace-trimmed panties! I'd never felt anything before when I saw her hanging clothes in lace-trimmed, see-through panties, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head, and my penis swelled even more from the intense stimulation.

My mother's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her flesh-colored stockings shimmered in the sunlight streaming into the hallway. My Oedipus complex began to flare up uncontrollably from that moment on, and I developed a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and panties. But that's a story for another time.

My mother, perhaps embarrassed, didn't turn around to look at me, picked up the basin, and continued walking upstairs, while I, with my erection, followed unsteadily.

The hospital room was a private room with a private bathroom. After settling Dad's belongings in, I quickly slipped away. I was afraid to meet Mom's gaze, so I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her expression. Two

days later, I received news that Dad's surgery had been successful. I wondered if I should go see him. For some reason, Mom's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. A surge of lust made me determined. I had to go.

Thinking that Dad might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for Mom and myself.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Come in." It was Mom's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday and my guilty conscience, I was still quite uneasy.

Entering the room, I found Dad wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly.

"The doctor took him to change his dressing," Mom said calmly, probably not dwelling on what happened two days ago. I understood.

I placed dinner on the table. "Mom, have some food. I didn't buy any for Dad because I'm afraid the doctor won't let him eat." My anxiety vanished.

"You eat first, I'll make up the mattress for Dad."

It was late afternoon, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. Mom was wearing a loose shirt and fitted sweatpants; her shapely figure looked incredibly alluring in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner and just stared at Mom. When I saw the bulge under her sweatpants, a ticklish feeling rose in my lower abdomen.

Dad didn't come home until late. We talked about school, and when I checked the time, it was already past eleven. Dad said,

"Don't go home tonight. You and Mom can share a bed. Go straight to school tomorrow." "Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see Mom as my own mother at all. It felt like I was taking advantage of a strange woman at night, and a surge of secret pleasure filled my heart.

I have a habit of sleeping naked, but I don't take off my underwear. My mom went to the bathroom to change into a pair of big shorts and a small tank top. When she came out, my eyes lit up. "Mom, why do you have such a great figure? Tell me, and I'll tell your daughter-in-law later!"

"Get lost, you brat, daring to flirt with your mother? You want a beating?" My mom is still very childlike. My dad chuckled beside me. What they didn't know was that at that moment, I was fantasizing about my mom's position in bed.

The only downside of the private room in the hospital was that there was no bed for a companion, only a single folding bed. My mom could lie on it by herself without any problem, but if I squeezed in, it would be too small.

So my mom and I were close together. My mom was lying on her side facing my dad, her plump buttocks sticking out and pressing against me. I was originally facing the window with my back to my mom, but when I touched her buttocks, my penis immediately became erect. I also turned over because of the lust and faced my mom's back.

Under the moonlight, my mom's slender waist made me want to wrap my arms around her. Mom felt my movement and tucked her buttocks forward slightly, probably to avoid being squeezed, and then slowly fell asleep.

They slept soundly and peacefully, but I tossed and turned, wide awake, my penis throbbing with lustful thoughts. Around 2 a.m., lust finally overcame reason, and I actually wanted to masturbate, and to Mom no less.

I quietly pulled down my underwear and slowly stroked my penis with my hand. Lust made me exceptionally bold, and my other hand reached towards Mom's buttocks. Ah… the round and soft feeling. I didn't dare to use too much force, just gently caressing it. My mind fantasized about rubbing my penis against Mom's buttocks, and the feeling was so intoxicating.

After about ten minutes of stroking, my hand was a little numb, but I didn't feel any urge to ejaculate. Those who have tasted the sweetness never know what danger is, because the inner satisfaction made me forget everything around me. I wanted to turn my fantasy into reality, I wanted to rub Mom's plump buttocks!!

Listening to Mom's deep breathing, I knew she was sleeping soundly, and gently pulled down her shorts with my right hand.

The tension made me sweat profusely, sticky and uncomfortable. When I pulled my mother's shorts down to her mid-thighs, her knees clamped together, and I stopped abruptly, startled. I remained frozen, gripping the edge of her shorts.

After about five minutes, making sure she wasn't awake, I boldly inserted my erect penis into her buttocks, slowly rubbing it.

Good heavens, this felt like incest, just like actually penetrating her vagina, giving me a feeling of euphoria. I continued this slow, rubbing motion, but a man's heart is never truly satisfied. I boldly placed my hands on her waist, pulling her back, then thrusting my hips forward in response.

This action gave me immense satisfaction. Lost in this forbidden pleasure, a sudden, sharp pain in my leg almost made me scream! My mother was awake!! My penis went limp in fright, and I quickly rolled over, turning my face away.

Listening to her heavy breathing, she seemed very angry. I thought, "Oh no, what am I going to do?" My mind went blank. I lay there quietly for a while, noticing that my mother still hadn't moved, and there was no scolding as I'd imagined. Thinking about this, I shamefully got an erection again. "Could it be that Mom doesn't blame me? Is she afraid Dad will find out?" This thought emboldened me.

I turned around and noticed my shorts were still half-off. What did Mom mean? Was she implying something?

Was she a slut? This thought brought a faint sense of loss, like discovering your wife is a promiscuous slut.

But this thought didn't affect my next move. I held my penis with my left hand, and with my right hand, I gripped my mother's buttocks and inserted it again. There was no pleasurable friction, because the sharp pain in my legs prevented me from focusing on it.

My mother wasn't asleep either; her hand was twisting my thigh without moving. Slowly, I got used to the pain and even dared to thrust. My mother felt my movements and the force of her twisting increased. Haha, okay, let's see who can hold back first.

I tightened my grip on my mother's buttocks, pulling her back. My penis rubbed against her genitals with each thrust. The hissing sound of the sheets rubbing together, the waves of pleasure emanating from my penis, and my mother's heavy breathing made me feel like I could die right then and there.

Perhaps it was the reduced pain that made my penis more sensitive, or perhaps my mother was afraid my father would discover our lewd actions, or perhaps she had had enough of my advances and wanted to end this battle quickly. She did something I never expected: she reached out her right hand and pressed my penis against her vulva, squeezing her legs

together. Good heavens, was my mother masturbating me? A wet, sticky feeling spread across my penis; my mother was very wet, and you could even see a slight sheen in the moonlight. A warm, slippery sensation accompanied the sizzling, lewd sounds as I thrust.

The little hand that had been "mischievous" on my left leg moved to my buttocks, pressing me deeper.

I was incredibly excited. I placed both hands on my mother's waist and began thrusting vigorously, the sounds of wetness filling the air.

A lewd scent slowly filled the room. My breathing became heavy; with each thrust, my penis rubbed against her panties with her vaginal fluid, the tingling sensation driving me to thrust even more wildly.

Because I pulled my mother's hips back too forcefully, the folding bed creaked loudly, startling both my mother and me. We both stopped and listened quietly to my father's reaction.

Fortunately, he was a deep sleeper and didn't wake up. My mother and I became very careful, slowly shifting our positions. After about ten minutes of wet sounds, I grew tired of the monotonous motion. I withdrew my penis, placed my hands on my mother's waist, and pulled her towards me.

My mother felt the heat between her legs suddenly disappear and let out a soft "Hmm?" Then, feeling my hands, she obediently followed. I pulled my mother to the center of the bed and pressed her face down. So she was now completely beneath me. I slowly pulled down her shorts. She resisted for a moment, perhaps a little nervous, but sensing my persistence, she muttered softly, "You beast," and let me do as I pleased.

Hearing that coquettish moan gave me immense satisfaction. After removing her shorts, I knelt on the bed, looking down at my mother. Her slender waist and rounded hips didn't resemble a woman in her forties at all; she looked like a young girl. Her

black silk panties were stained with her vaginal fluids, glistening in the moonlight. I couldn't resist leaning down to smell it; a fishy, lewd scent filled the air, followed by my mother's disapproving "leg-pinching kung fu." Suddenly, I realized how adorable my mother was, just like my own woman.

Thinking this, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my mother's panties down halfway and thrust my hard penis inside.

Perhaps wanting to preserve a dreamlike feeling, or perhaps the taboo hadn't been fully broken in my heart, I didn't insert my penis into my mother's vagina. Instead, I let her labia slowly rub against it.

My mother's panties were the kind with very little fabric, tightly binding my penis and making it completely nestled within her labia.

And so, I supported myself with my hands... My mother's chest was pressed against her breasts, and we were in the most primal position, our organs in close contact, yet not truly penetrating.

Each time I thrust downwards, the glans would slip out of her labia with a soft "slip." The slippery, warm sensation of the glans, the close friction between her labia and glans, combined with the forbidden thrill, surged through my body and rushed to my head. My hips rose and fell slightly, making soft slapping sounds against my mother's buttocks, appearing incredibly lewd.

I supported myself with my hands and moved up and down like this for a while, until my arms ached. Then I leaned over my mother's back, my hands sliding down her loose tank top to grab her breasts.

"Hmm?" "Hmm!" "The first sound was mine, because I realized Mom wasn't wearing a bra! The second sound was a ecstatic moan from Mom. The two intense sensations made me lose control. My penis jerked forward, embedding half of the glans into Mom's labia, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

'Huff, huff, huff…' Mom seemed to have reached her climax too, her breathing incredibly heavy.

I lay on top of Mom, both of us panting. 'Slap, slap, slap,' Mom patted my buttocks, signaling me to get up. At that moment, a feeling of guilt rose from the bottom of my heart. I secretly turned my body to the side, and my penis made a gurgling sound as it squeezed out of Mom's labia, as if some semen had shot inside.

'Sigh.' Mom sighed softly, slowly getting up and walking towards the toilet.

'What should I do? How could I have done such a beastly thing?'" "The guilt that followed almost suffocated me. Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, I slowly drifted off to sleep. When I

woke up the next morning, I found Mom had already left, and the sheets bearing the marks of yesterday's 'battle' had been secretly taken away by her.

'Dad, where did Mom go?'

Dad was still lying on the bed next to me, his eyes wide open, seemingly lost in thought. 'Oh, she went to hang up the laundry. Why would she wash clothes so early in the morning?' Dad muttered, puzzled.

Of course, I knew why she went to wash clothes; the sheets were covered in her semen.

'How should I know? Dad, I'm leaving now, I'll be late for school.' I got up, quickly washed up, and rushed off, not knowing how to face Mom. They say what you fear most is what you end up touching. Just as I reached the lobby, I was met by my mother, who had finished hanging up the laundry and was about to go back inside. My heart skipped a beat, and my face stiffened.

'Be careful on the way, buy yourself some breakfast!'" "

Mom acted as if nothing had happened, giving her instructions to her precious son just like she always does. But I was a little confused. Was I dreaming last night? But the traces of dried semen on my penis told me that it really had happened."

It was hard to accept the reality before me.

"Oh. I understand!" My voice was so soft I could barely hear myself as I hurried away. What I couldn't see was the faint sadness in my mother's eyes behind me.

But desire can drive a person mad, can change their outlook on life. My forbidden trip to the hospital left me with remorse for less than two days. When the feeling of guilt subsided, the sensation of my mother's plump buttocks reappeared in my mind. But I dared not repeat that crazy act, out of respect for her, out of respect for my father, and out of a little self-respect.

On the third day, during PE class, watching the diverse youthful figures on the playground, their agile forms, some overdeveloped "weapons" jiggling with activity, coupled with the "first taste of forbidden fruit" a few days prior, my desire reached an unprecedented breaking point! My mind was filled with images of my mother's plump buttocks and long, full legs. Blood rushed to my head, making my eyes red.

"Teacher! I have something to do at home and need to ask for leave to go home!" "

When the teacher saw that I seemed a little upset, she thought something serious had really happened at my home and said, 'If you have an emergency, go quickly. If you need any help from the teacher, call me.'" "I barely heard what he said after that, and rushed home like a shot. I rummaged through drawers and found all of my mother's stockings and panties, spreading them all on my bed. Looking at 'them,' I found a perverse satisfaction within me.

My hands trembled as I rubbed the black sheer stockings, the flesh-colored stockings with a sheer sheen, and the half-empty panties against my already erect penis, slowly rubbing them. Smelling the sweet fragrance emanating from a pair of red panties with black trim, I ejaculated four or five times that afternoon.

From that day on, whenever I had a physical need, I would use my mother's stockings and panties to masturbate, which made me deeply infatuated with my mother's beautiful legs and buttocks. Sometimes I would masturbate with the panties or stockings that my mother had just changed out of, and ejaculate on them, fantasizing about deeply penetrating my mother's vagina and ejaculating inside. Afterwards, I would soak them in water to remove the traces of my crime, claiming that soaking them in water would make them easier to clean. (At the time, I didn't know that soaking semen in water alone wouldn't clean it completely, and that white spots would appear. I always thought my mother..." (No criminal activity was discovered).

Graduation from university was approaching, and my thesis became my top priority. Worried during the day, my sleep was naturally poor at night. Around midnight, the pent-up stress of the past few days made me desperately crave release, so I decided to secretly steal a pair of stockings from my mother's room to masturbate.

That night, my father was on night shift at the factory. I tiptoed into my mother's room and easily made my way to the closet where her underwear was kept (because my mother owns an underwear shop, she's very particular about her underwear and has a dedicated closet for it). Without much thought... She grabbed a pair of stockings and was about to head back when the scene from that night at the hospital inadvertently flashed into her mind. She paused, looking at her sleeping mother.

It was already quite hot; a towel lay quietly on the floor, perhaps because her mother wasn't a very still sleeper. Her body, clad only in a tank top and underwear, lay on her side, her right hand folded across her chest, as if caressing her breasts. Her buttocks were slightly raised, and her shapely legs, like jade, were crossed and bent, gleaming with a warm, jade-like hue in the moonlight.

"Mom's skin is so beautiful." "I tossed aside the stockings, my frenzied desire ultimately taking over from reason. I lay down on my side behind my mother, my hands trembling nervously as I grasped her exposed, plump buttocks, gently stroking them.

Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't fast asleep; my slight movement made her flinch in her sleep. But I mustered my courage and, without hesitation, reached directly for her vulva.

I was dumbfounded; what I touched wasn't warm, moist labia, but a thin, white pantyhose.

I slid my hand back..." The underwear and panty rubbed together with a hissing sound.

Mom suddenly sat up, startling me with her sudden movement. I frantically sat half-upright on the bed. A crescent moon shone in Mom's eyes. Her large eyes stared straight at me, her face expressionless.

I felt a chill run down my spine under her gaze and didn't dare move. We stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly Mom raised her right hand and punched me hard in the chest. The sudden attack made me lose my balance and I slammed onto the bed with a "thud." I thought, "That hurts! I might as well just play dead."

Mom noticed I wasn't moving and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Dead?"

"Yeah, I'm dead," I replied playfully, noticing that Mom wasn't angry

. "Pfft." Mom couldn't help but laugh. And her laughter actually gave me a strange feeling, as if I had been a dutiful son, bringing joy to Mom, and the slight guilt in my heart vanished.

"Go ahead and keep pretending!" "Mom playfully kicked my waist and got out of bed.

I thought to myself, 'If Mom didn't have her period today, would she be as compliant as last time?' Thinking this, my penis started to thaw again.

Mom didn't seem to care about my state; after getting out of bed, she started rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the room, doing something I couldn't tell. After a while, I heard the rustling sound of her dressing, and I curiously looked up.

'If you dare look at me, I'll beat you to death,' Mom said fiercely.

I was still a little afraid of Mom, and my somewhat erect penis immediately went limp. I thought, 'Oh no, she's angry!'" Just as I was thinking this

, I suddenly felt a tightness on my face. My mother had covered my upper body with a towel. I was puzzled. What was Mom up to? Before I could even guess what she was doing, a little thief's hand pulled down my underwear, and another soft, boneless hand grasped my limp penis.

Wow. It was Mom. Mom was masturbating me. Her technique was very skilled, sometimes lightly stroking the glans, sometimes gently stroking it.

It made me instantly erect.

"Ptooey!" Mom spat lightly. So Mom was going to satisfy me. I lay back, pointing my erect penis straight at Mom. I pointed to my penis to indicate that Mom could start.

"Smack!" Mom playfully slapped my penis head. The sensation was a little painful and a little numb, making me unconsciously thrust my hips upward.

"Don't move." Mom said with a slight pant. Then came a moist, enveloping feeling. When my penis was about a third covered, a lively little thing began to stir along the glans.

"Hiss, ah..." I couldn't help but groan. It was so stimulating; each movement of her little tongue was accompanied by a suction.

Only two words echoed in my mind: "Mom." Knowing I wouldn't be satisfied, Mom began to suck deeper. When two-thirds of my penis was covered, she found there was no more room for the glans, so she had to stop. And so, Mom's little tongue remained beneath my penis, her mouth moving up and down, gradually increasing the speed, occasionally licking around the groove of the glans.

I was panting heavily under the covers. The room was quiet, filled with the slurping sounds of Mom's sucking and her long sighs from labored breathing. We were both completely absorbed in it.

Then I suddenly realized why Mom hadn't called me to look at her. She was clearly getting dressed just now. While my mother was completely absorbed in her work, I secretly pulled back the blanket covering her head.

The scene that greeted me is unforgettable; it was such a lewd sight. My mother was wearing a tight red cheongsam and black stockings. Drawn by my action of pulling back the blanket, she stopped sucking and looked up at me slightly. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, a small strand of hair playfully falling to the left side of her face. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, a trace of saliva running down to the tip of my penis. Her left hand rested on my right leg, and she stared at me. This was my mother! What a lewd scene! It was hard to believe she was the gentle woman who always urged me to study hard and gave me advice on the little things in life.

A hint of anger, a touch of madness, a dash of lust.

I jerked to my feet, the sudden movement startling my mother. I roughly helped her up, and she knelt before me, her back to me. My left hand gripped her waist, pushing the hem of her cheongsam up to her hips. Looking at the square padding of her panties tightly encased in black stockings, my right hand gripped my large penis and rubbed it relentlessly against her vulva.

However, the hardness of the padding made me uncomfortable, and my mother noticed, tightening her legs. Fortunately, she had produced plenty of saliva during oral sex. The friction between my penis and her legs made a hissing sound. Because the saliva wasn't very lubricating, I didn't dare thrust too hard, slowly inserting deeply and then pulling out completely. I also pulled my mother's arms, pulling her towards me. The lack of lubrication, combined with the friction of the stockings, intensified the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate.

No, I couldn't ejaculate. Heaven knows if my mother would make me do it a second time after I did. Then I had a good idea. "Mom, can you put on your high heels?"

"?" Mom gave me a sideways glance and didn't say anything, but instead hooked my leg back with her right foot, signaling me to continue. Looking at Mom's lewd and frenzied expression, I felt an extreme sense of conquest. Ignoring her feelings, I pulled out my penis, released her arm, laid her down on the bed, and walked straight out. I searched the shoe cabinet for a long time before finally finding a pair of white high heels that Mom didn't usually wear.

I carried them into the room and found Mom lying on the bed rubbing her breasts. I thought, "If only she weren't my mother, how lewd. But it doesn't matter if she's my mother or not." I grabbed her two restless little feet and carefully put the shoes on them. The red cheongsam, the black stockings, and the white high heels were incredibly stimulating.

I hoisted Mom's legs onto my shoulders, held her knees with my hands, stacked them together, inserted my penis into her thighs, and began primal thrusting again.

My hands grasped my mother's two jade-like legs, caressing and changing their position and angle to satisfy the sensation of my penis. After rubbing for a while, I heard my mother let out a soft moan, so I grabbed one of her legs with each hand and spread them apart, the white light reflecting off her white high heels tracing a graceful arc. My mother, beneath me, was kneading her breasts with both hands, her eyes half-closed. Seeing my gaze, she released one of her large breasts with her right hand and reached out to me, as if gesturing for me to give it to her quickly. I gave her my left hand, which was holding her legs, and my mother grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast, kneading it forcefully. So soft, so big. Were these the breasts I had nursed from when I was a child?

I leaned forward, spreading my mother's legs apart, and rubbed the base of my penis forcefully against her vulva, as if in the final sprint before reaching orgasm, thrusting my body back and forth rapidly.

"Ah, um, um..." My mother also relaxed a little, her voice groaning along with my friction. Her jade

-like legs, clad in white high heels and black stockings, swayed and bent in the air, her breasts changing shape as I squeezed them forcefully.

"Mom, I'm going to cum." My throat felt like it was being choked, and I couldn't utter a sound.

"No, no." Hearing that I was about to ejaculate, Mom pushed me back and immediately knelt down beside me

. My erect penis, half-kneeling on the bed, was taken into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on her beloved treasure. But I wasn't satisfied with this shallow indulgence. I held Mom's head with both hands and pulled her back, my entire penis disappearing into her mouth, accompanied by a dry heave from Mom, and a clear "gurgle" as it was pulled out.

Mom didn't seem to dislike this action; she wrapped her arms around my waist to reduce the impact.

I pulled out every three seconds to let Mom catch her breath, and after a few thrusts, an uncontrollable tingling sensation shot from my glans to my abdomen. "Ah! Ugh!!!" With a low growl, my semen shot down Mom's throat and into her abdomen.

"Huff, huff," I gasped for breath afterward, the intense exhaustion causing me to collapse onto the bed. This forbidden journey, however, didn't fill me with any guilt; instead, a surge of conquest-like pleasure welled up within me.

Seeing my weary state, Mom smiled slightly, removed her cheongsam top, kicked off her high heels, and seductively straddled my lower abdomen, leaning down to gently nibble at my earlobe with her teeth.

"Little rascal, go to sleep." Then she guided my hands to cover her breasts, and I tilted to my left, and we both fell asleep.

When I woke in the morning, the sheets beside me were still a mess, while the heroine was already in the kitchen, busily stir-frying vegetables. Had I conquered Mom? Yesterday was so exciting; the shackles of taboo seemed to have completely broken.

I turned over and found a pink note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read it.

"Once a week, too much will hurt your health." Haha...

A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, and I rushed out of bed without even putting on my clothes, only to reach the kitchen doorway to give my mother a big hug. But

I was startled by my mother's icy expression. "Go back and put on your clothes, or someone will see you and you'll be in trouble!" Oh my god... Mom, what are you? So seductive at night, but during the day you turn back into the queen I awe. I'm a little confused about reality. But the days that followed were just like the note said. Every week, we would find a day when Dad wasn't home, or before he got off work

, to do some things we both loved to do. Breast play, oral sex, foot play, leg play. Kitchen, bedroom, balcony, living room, bathroom. We tried them all over the course of more than half a year. Mom probably discovered my fetish. All kinds of sexy lingerie, stockings and high heels of various colors were piled up in a big box in the corner of the basement.

Although we had "intimate contact" for more than half a year, we never "got to know each other deeply" because we both had a hurdle that seemed insurmountable, or rather, a tacit agreement.

This relationship continued until the fourth month after graduation, when the international financial crisis broke out, and many private companies went bankrupt. The steel mill where my father worked was the first to be affected. Because my father earned a relatively high salary, he usually spent money lavishly. The sudden change in his life caused him to lose himself, coming home late every night, drunk and cursing.

At the time, I was working as an apprentice at a battery factory assigned by my school, and I was digesting the knowledge I had learned that day. I heard arguing coming from my mother's room, accompanied by heavy objects falling and a loud slamming of the door. I knew they were arguing again.

In fact, after nearly a year of chaotic relationship with my mother, I no longer knew whether I considered her my woman or my mother. Hearing the faint sobbing next door, my heart ached.

I silently went in, and my mother was slumped over a stool, sobbing. I gently approached her, rubbing her face with my hand and lifting her up. What I saw was a shocking red handprint on her left cheek. Seeing the handprint, an extreme anger surged within me. I wanted to kill him!

Seeing my mother's pitiful, tearful expression, my heart sank to the bottom. Yes, he is my father. I have done something to wrong him, and I felt deeply ashamed. I pulled my mother into my arms and let her cry softly.

Holding her in my arms felt like finding a safe haven, and her tears flowed uncontrollably. The "storm" lasted for a full half hour; it was past one in the morning, and my mother was probably exhausted from crying.

She pouted wearily and rubbed her face, her adorable little face filling me with tenderness.

The dim light on the desk had a strange beauty. The chair had no backrest. "Mom, lean on the desk, I'll massage your shoulders," I said tenderly.

"Okay," my mother obediently leaned on the desk, and I stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders.

Soon, my mother began to moan softly, grabbing my hand and pulling it towards her body.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her shoulder.

"Love me," Mom's voice was soft and gentle, like a love confession to her young sweetheart.

Looking into her watery, yearning eyes and hearing her tender tone, my penis pressed erect against her lower back.

We both knew that this time it was "real love." Before, when we "fake love," Mom always exuded a seductive, alluring charm. But this time, I noticed she was shy, burying her blushing face in her arms, leaning over the desk.

Her plump buttocks arched back, gesturing for me to remove her "disguise." I carefully peeled them off, afraid of accidentally hurting the delicate body beneath. Then, in a few quick movements, I stripped myself naked. Only half of Mom's beautiful buttocks were visible, but her juices were already flowing down her thighs onto the bench. Mom was truly aroused.

I gently pushed her up, my right hand reaching down, touching something slippery, her soft labia trembling slightly. The temperature inside her labia was beyond my expectations. I dared not go any deeper, afraid of interrupting this warm moment. Holding my hard penis, I found the entrance and slowly pushed in.

My mother was very wet and slippery, but that couldn't stop her child from returning to her embrace.

"Sizzle...ah..." It went in. The process wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. When my penis was halfway in, it felt like a small mouth inside, sucking it in with a slurp. The warm, slippery sensation, the wet

touch, almost made me ejaculate.

"Ah..." It seemed my first penetration brought my mother to orgasm. Her uterus sucked at my glans in waves, my penis tightly enveloped by her vagina, the abundant fluids binding it tightly. I couldn't ejaculate! Absolutely not! I held it in, and after a full two minutes, the urge to ejaculate completely disappeared.

And I could finally move slightly.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak..."

"Ah...ah..." Each movement of my penis was met with a soft moan from my mother. The slippery friction was incredibly pleasurable, and each time I withdrew my penis, I couldn't resist thrusting it back in completely. My mother also lifted her face from her arms, moaning softly.

In this tender space, mother and son were engaged in intimate communication. The mother lay on the table, her buttocks fully exposed above the stool, while the son stood upright behind her. The mother spoke of love, and the son expressed his tenderness. To avoid shattering this surreal feeling, I didn't thrust quickly or forcefully, each time very slowly, inserting to the hilt and then pulling out completely, the "sizzling" sounds filling the air.

Perhaps my mother was more easily aroused; her vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs, forming three streams. After thrusting like this for about five minutes, I grew tired and withdrew my penis. I helped my mother sit up, straddling half of the stool, and she, perhaps wanting to make me feel better, turned around, spreading her legs and placing them on my thighs, her buttocks on the front half of the stool, her back leaning against the table.

Although I had seen my mother's vulva many times through her stockings, this was the first time I had seen it up close without any covering. There was only a small tuft of dark hair on her vulva, the tips of her labia were slightly dark, and the entire vulva was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lascivious sheen under the dim lamplight. It felt slippery to the touch. A pungent, musky smell filled the air.

Afraid the edge of the table would hurt my mother's back, I embraced her, my arm supporting her back. I inserted my entire penis, just barely reaching her vagina. My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me.

"Mmm," this was the first time my mother had kissed me since we made love. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow me to kiss her mouth or her vulva. This kiss today was very meaningful; it meant she was my woman now.

A nimble little tongue came from across the room, searching for its playmate. And my penis began to slowly thrust in and out.

Besides the "sizzling" sounds from the mother and son's genitals, the room was filled with the heavy breathing of their tongues swirling together. Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, coupled with my mother's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate. I slightly pulled away from my mother's little red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!" "Ah...ah...don't ejaculate inside..."

My mother immediately pushed me back, and this stimulation made me even more unable to resist. I immediately pulled out from under her, which was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and ejaculated in a series of spurts. A few drops even sprayed directly onto my mother's face.

Afterwards, my mother gently wiped the semen off her abdomen with a tissue. I went to the side, lay on the bed, and watched her intently. Suddenly, I realized how truly happy I was. Not every mother can be like my mother. I felt like I was in heaven.

Today, my mother was unusually gentle, helping me bathe and scrubbing my back, completely lacking her usual seductive charm.

After washing up, we lay in bed without saying a word, quietly enjoying this peaceful time. I slowly fell asleep...

When I woke up the next day, there was still a pink note on the bedside table. "This is a one-time thing, don't do it again!" Hehe, Mom. I love you!! As I finished dressing and prepared to open the bedroom door, I suddenly noticed a pink note stuck to the door, identical to the one on the bedside table, that read: "Remember to use a condom if you want to break the rules!" Oh my god, Mom, tell me, are you a demon?! Are you some kind of savior sent by Sun Wukong?! I know deep down that I will never see that gentle mother from last night again, and I don't want to see her again, because I won't let her get hurt again. Let her spend the rest of her life as her happy little demon!

Since having a real relationship with my mother, our relationship has become more harmonious. But that intimate "communication" is gone. Maybe it's because we've started to truly respect each other like a married couple, but I'm also a normal man with needs, in my youth, and I still have to endure my mother's playful "sexual teasing" from time to time. Two months of "abstinence" have made me feel like I have the potential to become a monk.

My father's negative state no longer affects my mother's mood; frankly, she's abandoned him, or you could say she's found someone else. And I've quit my internship and found a job on my own.

Today was a holiday, and I excitedly went to the pedestrian street to help my mom with her shop. But when I got there, I suddenly realized... Mom sells women's underwear, and if I were standing in the shop, who would dare come in and buy anything?

So, extremely frustrated, I wandered around all day, finally managing to stay until 9 pm when all the shops on the pedestrian street started closing. I ran back to help my mom, looking at all the trendy women, feeling they couldn't even match one ten-thousandth of my mom's style. Thinking back to that experience, a wicked idea popped into my

head! "Mom, sit down and rest for a bit, I'll help you clean and close the shop," I said, secretly plotting something.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm exhausted," Mom said, oblivious to my ulterior motives, happily sitting on the sofa and dozing off. Hehe, a perfect opportunity! Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I quickly closed the door and turned off the lights, locked it from the inside, and covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ground floor shop with a cloth.

I listened to the scattered footsteps outside, the laughter and chatter of passersby, and my mom's even breathing inside. A wicked thought instantly arose. The pitch-black environment gave me a feeling of having an affair. I tiptoed to my mother's side and gently shook her.

"Ah...what's wrong..."

I immediately covered her mouth, "Mom, it's me." I grinned lewdly.

"You little rascal, what are you doing?" My mother seemed to understand. Looking around at the surroundings, she adopted a lewd and seductive expression.

"Mom, it's been two months already, I'm almost as old as Fahai!"

"You can talk about it when we get home. Don't you know where we are? There are people outside. If they find out, we'll be dead." My mother was still a little nervous, after all, this was where she worked year-round.

"It's okay, I'll be quiet. It's so dark, and the room is covered by a cloth, so no one outside can see us. This feeling is definitely exciting! Hehe." I chuckled lewdly.

"Get lost, you little bastard! See how I deal with you!"

Mom slapped me and got up to grab me. I wasn't about to let her succeed; I pulled her into my arms.

"Mom, change your clothes, something a little more seductive, okay?" I coaxed her gently.

Mom glanced at me, knowing my tastes, and moved out of my arms, heading towards the inner room. I thought, "This is it!" I sneaked to the door, lifting a small part of the curtain to peek at the passersby, imagining Mom's seductive expression. My erection was high.

Time ticked by, and after more than ten minutes, just as I began to suspect Mom might have sneaked out the back door, the inner room door opened.

Because most of the French windows were covered by curtains, the light from the pedestrian street was dim, and I stared at Mom's beautiful body, mesmerized. Her long, flowing hair was styled in a phoenix tail shape, cascading down her back. She wore an old-fashioned swimsuit, but unlike swimsuits, it was made of a light red, semi-transparent silk. Her breasts were clearly defined; below the nipples was dark red satin, and above were transparent black silk. A tuft of cute downy hair was faintly visible in her pubic area, and the fabric covering her vulva, due to the indentation of her vulva and the tightness of the garment, formed a W shape.

Her two jade-like legs were encased in black stockings, the edges only reaching a third of the way up from her knees. Four straps along the white lace trim extended to a white "belt" around her waist.

"What...what's going on?" I stammered, swallowing hard.

"Hmm..." Mom groaned, her large eyes half-closed as she swayed her hips as she walked towards me. When she was less than half a meter away, she slowly blinked her watery eyes and licked my lips with her small tongue.

"Is this only for my precious son's liking?"

The extreme temptation made my penis almost burst. "The clothes or the person?" I asked hoarsely.

My mother didn't answer my question. She gently stroked my cheek with her right hand, then leaned forward, rubbing her large breasts against my chest and sliding down. Her gentle movements removed all obstacles, and I could feel her heavy breathing, aroused by her passion.

I gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, standing upright in front of her, slowly closing my eyes and tilting my head back slightly. Seeing my need for "soothing," my mother knew it was her time to shine. She wrapped her left arm around my waist and reached up with her right, rubbing my nipples. Her mouth slowly opened, first gently biting the glans with her teeth, seemingly testing its hardness. My penis, unsatisfied with her teasing, throbbed twice, making my mother giggle.

My mother's head began to move back and forth, her lips forcefully enveloping my penis, sucking hard with each movement. "Suck... gulp... suck... gulp..." The only sound in the small space was the sound of my mother's mouth sucking on my penis.

My mother's oral skills were amazing. Each time she sucked backward, she would lick the urethral opening with her tongue, and when she sucked forward, she would stir the glans with her tongue, sending a continuous warm, tingling sensation through me. Her hair swayed back and forth with her head. My mother knew that today's game wouldn't end there. After sucking for a while, she felt my penis becoming red and swollen. She looked up at me with a pitiful expression. Seeing her pitiful pleading look, I knew she wouldn't be satisfied unless I went all out today.

I lifted her delicate body with both hands, pressing her shoulders with my right hand and pushing her against the counter, while my left hand kept fiddling with her vulva, and my mouth licked her breasts back and forth. After a few fiddlings, I felt her juices seep through the fabric and onto my hand.

"Mom, I want to lick it..."

Although my mother was somewhat aroused, she still had her senses. "No, it's dirty down there!" "Please, Mom, it's not dirty, I want to lick it." Ignoring my mother's objections, I directly pulled open the small piece of fabric that tightly outlined her vulva with my right hand and pressed my mouth against it. The entrance was extremely smooth, warm, and slightly pungent. It felt like drinking warm milk.

"Ah!!" Mom gasped, but realizing they were in a "public place," she immediately covered her mouth with both hands instead of pushing me away. Although it was a bit fishy and pungent, the sensation upon entering my mouth was irresistible. I couldn't help but stick my tongue into her opening, stirring it back and forth, and increasing the suction in my mouth, drawing mouthfuls of her fluids into my stomach.

The teasing of my tongue seemed to intensely arouse Mom's lust. Her mouth, tightly covered by her hands, continuously emitted sounds of "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." "Mmm...ah...you...you little bastard...so...so hateful...ahh...I don't want it anymore...mmm...stop...ahh..." Noticing Mom's excitement, my lust also boiled. My right hand played with my penis, while my left hand flicked the erect clitoris on her vulva, increasing the frequency of my tongue's movements.

"Ah...no...mmm...ah..." Mom's body trembled, and her right hand quickly grabbed the panties from the counter and stuffed them into her mouth, emitting an extremely hoarse and seductive sound.

"Mmm..." A hot liquid rushed into my mischievous mouth, soaking my entire chin.

My mother, teased by my tongue, had given in to her "first" orgasm of the day. Watching her trembling body, I waited for her to savor the afterglow. Almost ten minutes passed.

"Mom, what about me?"

Startled by my voice, my mother glanced at me seductively. "Wait a minute!" she said, a hint of lewdness in her coquettish tone. She picked up a small bag and took out a four-pack of condoms with "Durex" written on it. "I've been preparing for a long time," my mother said, seemingly teasing me for taking so long to pamper her.

"How do I put this on, Mom? Put it on for me." Actually, I really didn't know how to put on a condom; I'd given my virginity to my mother.

And only once.

Mom tore open a package, blew on the condom, and touched my penis with her left hand. "Huh?" It turned out there was a lot of Mom's saliva on my penis. She gripped it and sucked on the glans hard. "Pop!" "Ah!" Mom sucked hard, and my penis became less wet.

Mom looked through the gap at the sparse pedestrians outside. She had successfully put on the condom, and then stroked my penis with the condom on. I gestured for Mom to turn around, bent over and leaned against the counter, rubbing my penis against her labia, because I had just orgasmed. Mom's labia were very wet, and the glans made a "squeaking" sound when rubbing. Feeling that my penis was hard enough, I slowly inserted it, pushing the glans in. "Ah." I couldn't help but groan, and with a "plop," my penis instantly disappeared into Mom's vagina.

The friction wasn't very strong after putting on the condom, so it was easy to insert it all the way in.

"Mmm, so big..."

As soon as I entered, my mother's hips began to sway, and I inserted my penis straight into her vagina, letting her move on her own. But it didn't seem quite satisfying, so I pulled my mother's arms to signal her to stop, and then began to thrust back and forth. Gone was the tenderness of the first time; we, mother and son, were now engaged in passionate intercourse like lovers, "slap slap slap..." My lower abdomen kept slamming against my mother's plump buttocks. With a forceful pull, I lifted my mother off the counter. "Mom, let's walk around the room."

So, my mother bent over in front, and I held her arms from behind, thrusting my penis deeply with each step. It seemed this action stimulated my forbidden pleasure even more. We

walked around the room a few times, "slap slap, sizzle."

I don't know if it was the sixth or seventh lap, but as I passed the door, I heard a lot of girls playing around outside, seemingly young women leaving work at a shopping mall. A thought struck me, and I turned my mother around, pushing her against the glass door behind the curtain. She cooperated, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, so she was completely suspended on top of me. She guided my penis into her vagina with her own hands. I, in turn, held my mother's plump buttocks and thrust my penis forcefully with each stroke…

"Ahhh...you little beast, slow down...slow down...there are people outside..." Mom couldn't take my fierce attacks, and afraid of screaming, she could only suppress her voice, trying to get me to slow down.

I was in the throes of pleasure, completely ignoring Mom's advice, each time plunging in fully, the "slap slap" sounds becoming even louder. I pulled back a corner of the curtain, watching the youthful figures playing and running outside, while I, in the quiet little space

, thrust into Mom's vagina, watching them frolic. After the girls outside left, I turned around, lowered one of Mom's legs, and placed the other on my shoulder. I licked Mom's little feet while caressing the base of her full thighs. Looking down at the part where I was having sex with my mother, I saw a dark, veiny penis thrusting in and out of her dark red vagina. Each thrust was accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. Under the light, her vaginal fluids flowed from her vagina onto my penis, and with each deep penetration, her vagina pushed the fluids up to the base of my penis, then dripped down my testicles to the ground…

“Ah… Mom… Mom… Ah…” The visual impact made me unable to hold back any longer, and my vas deferens loosened, my large penis overflowing with semen, filling the condom.

Around midnight, if there were still people on the pedestrian street, you could hear faint moans coming from within. As the space became more open, my mother also began to moan loudly, and we had already used four condoms.

Inside the shop, I lay on my back on the floor, my mother half-squatting around my waist, her large buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, "splat splat splat..." My labia and lower abdomen were covered in vaginal fluid, and each time she lifted her hips, several strands of fluid would stick together and form threads. Beside me lay a condom filled with semen.

"Mom, stop."

My mother looked at me with a somewhat frantic and confused expression.

"Come on, let's go outside, okay? There's no one outside." At this, my mother's eyes lit up, and a lewd and seductive look appeared on her face.

We walked to a street lamp in front of the shop, and my mother held onto the lamppost with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I saw the glistening spot where the vaginal fluid was, and my vagina was already a little loose from my hours of "penetration." I guided my penis and slid it in, continuing to thrust.

"Mmm, Mom, so good. I love you."

"You little beast, you beast...you little beast...ah ah..." My mother was still afraid to make a sound outside, only letting out soft moans. Looking at my mother's wanton body in her sexy lingerie, a sense of conquest filled me.

Soon, I changed positions, telling her to lie back, grab the lamppost with both hands, and then I brought her legs together, holding her ankles high above her head. Her vulva was now perfectly aligned with my erect penis, and with a thrust of my hips, I entered her accurately. What a lewd move! My mother was completely suspended in the air, passively receiving each powerful thrust, while I licked her ankles with my tongue, soaking her black stockings with my saliva.

"Sizzle... sizzle. slap... slap..."

"Ah... um... you little beast, a little shallower... too deep..." Sometimes I would spread her legs apart and thrust quickly, sometimes I would bring her legs together and rub them slowly.

Who would have thought that in the bustling pedestrian street during the day, a mother and son would be passionately engaging in intercourse in the early hours of the morning?

We got home close to two in the morning. My father wasn't home; he was probably drunk and staying at a friend's house. My mother, dressed in a full set of sexy lingerie and wearing a trench coat, walked back with me.

Once home, she served me like a wife, helping me wash up, and then we snuggled together to sleep.

Last night's several encounters completely voided our weekly agreement, and we began our own marital life. Sometimes, while my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't resist taking off her clothes and penetrating her. My mother never seemed to mind my teasing and sexual behavior, as long as I used a condom.

I truly don't know what my mother was thinking, because sometimes when she was so aroused by my teasing that she was drooling and overflowing with vaginal fluid, she would stop me if I forgot to buy a condom.

My first time ejaculating inside my mother was during a trip. It happened when my mother and I went to Mount Tai. The daytime sightseeing left us still very excited when we returned to the hotel.

This was our first long trip after two years of "love" between mother and son, and we stayed in a relatively high-end star-rated hotel. Looking at the clock, it was almost ten o'clock. My mother was showering in the bathroom, while I lay on the sofa watching a movie.

"Snap!" Mom emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, which barely covered a small portion of her breasts, the edge just reaching the base of her buttocks. Her loose hair still steamed.

"Go take a shower,"

Mom commanded, but I ignored her and scooped her up from the floor. "What's the point of showering? It's pointless." I sat on the sofa, letting Mom sit across my lap. I opened a pre-prepared condom from the cabinet next to the sofa and handed it to Mom.

We'd been making love for over six months, so there was no shyness left. Mom flicked my forehead and carefully put on the "condom."

"You're so impatient, aren't you? You can't resist seeing Mom's body?" She helped me put on the condom, then adjusted her vulva, supporting herself as she inserted my penis.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah...you little thing, Mom really likes you." Mom tossed her flowing hair, her body writhing like a snake. Soon, she felt tired.

“It’s your turn. I’m a little tired from climbing up today. Let me relax.” “Come on, let’s go to the bed.” The sofa was a bit cramped, making it difficult for me to stretch out. I had my mother cling to me, and I supported her buttocks, placing her on the bed. I stood below the bed and began thrusting rapidly.

“Slap slap slap slap… splat… splat…”

“Ah, so good… mmm…” My mother also tasted the fruits of her son’s labor, moaning ecstatically.

“Mom, your son will take good care of you.” I changed positions and varying the frequency of my thrusts, but after nearly 20 minutes, there was still no sign of ejaculation. “Mom, you do it. I can’t ejaculate by myself.” “Mmm…” My mother got up and sat on my back, beginning the classic lotus position. If it weren’t for this position, one wouldn’t notice the agility of my mother’s body; her slender, rounded legs unleashed astonishing power, her body undulating dramatically up and down. This created a loud, lewd “slap slap” sound at the point of contact.

Perhaps due to my heightened arousal, I still showed no signs of ejaculation.

"What's going on? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

I was a little puzzled, but then a thought flashed through my mind. I pushed my mother down onto the bed, and my penis squeezed into her vagina with a "pop." My mother was still wondering about my actions, but I quickly took off the condom and slid it into her vagina.

"Ah." Years of using condoms had made me feel unfamiliar with direct intercourse, and the intense friction between my vagina and penis made me ejaculate immediately. "Gurgle, gurgle..." "Ah! What are you doing? Get up!" My mother pounded on my chest, struggling to get me to leave.

I thought, "No, I can't let this go after finally having sex with my mother without a condom!" Thinking this, my penis, which was about to go limp, gradually began to revive, continuing the frequency of thrusting.

Perhaps it was the close contact between my son's penis and the flesh of her vagina that gave my mother a huge pleasure; at this moment, she was almost frenzied. She twisted her body wildly, accepting her son's brutal trampling.

"Ah... um... ah..." My mother's voice was almost a scream, exuding feminine charm. The soundproofing in the five-star hotel suite was excellent, so I didn't have to worry about anyone outside hearing. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, "Gurgle... sizzle..." Each time I pulled out, a mixture of my mother's vaginal fluid and my semen would flow onto the bed.

"Ah...you little beast, no...you can't shoot inside, ah..." Mom mumbled incoherently in her frenzy.

"Shoot...I've already shot, Mom, loosen up a bit, we'll wash it off later." I induced Mom's subconscious, increasing the frequency of my thrusts. "Slap slap slap slap," after a while, the urge to ejaculate returned. Watching Mom writhe wildly beneath me, I roared, "Mom, open your pussy, I'm shooting...hurry up!"

Mom's consciousness was also on the verge of collapse. Hearing this, she spread her labia with both hands, mumbling incoherently. I thrust forward, plunging my entire penis into her vagina, gripping Mom's ankles tightly and pressing them forward, biting her red lips, and my semen gushed directly into her increasingly swollen uterus. After ejaculating

, I lifted my chest and looked at Mom below. Her hair was disheveled on the bed, some saliva slowly dripping from the corners of her mouth. Large amounts of semen flowed from her labia. Looking at my mother, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't imagine what life would be like in the future…

My family isn't wealthy; we're slightly above average. My father works in a steel factory, and my mother runs a small business (selling underwear) on the pedestrian street. Affected by the international financial crisis, the steel factory where my father works is struggling, resulting in more than six months of unpaid wages . Therefore, the family's income basically depends on my mother's small shop.

Seeing my mother worrying every day about my father's drinking and daily expenses, I resolutely gave up the internship arranged by the school and went straight into the workforce. Currently, I work as a salesperson at an electronics company, earning over three thousand yuan a month. This is enough to cover my own living expenses and also helps my mother support our precarious family to some extent. Although my family is ordinary, the relationships within it are astonishing.

Actually, when I was in junior high school, my parents' relationship was quite good. My mother is sweet-looking and has a great figure; she's 1.66 meters tall with long, shapely legs. Her face shows almost no signs of aging, with a rosy glow on her fair skin. My father would go out drinking and joking with his friends, often boasting that marrying my mother was his proudest achievement. His cronies, without arguing, would jokingly threaten to steal her away. In the evenings, our family would go for walks after dinner; looking back, it all seems so warm and harmonious.

The story begins when I was a freshman in college. My father developed hemorrhoids. At the time, the steel mill where he worked was doing quite well (his monthly bonus was around 2000 yuan, bringing his total monthly income to less than 10,000 yuan).

He went to the city's most expensive hospital, where the hospital fees alone cost over 5000 yuan.

I took leave from work to take him there that day, while my mother and I carried bags of necessities. The room was on the third floor of the inpatient ward. At that moment, only the three of us were in the hallway. My father was at the front, shuffling along, while my mother was in the middle, and I was behind carrying fruit. My mother was carrying a basin filled with shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and other similar items; it was quite heavy.

Dad, suffering from hemorrhoids, walked slowly. After climbing about twenty steps, Mom, her arms tired, placed the washbasin on the steps and rested it with her hands for support. Perhaps I was distracted, or perhaps I was too close, but I accidentally bumped into Mom's plump buttocks.

"Ah!" Mom was startled and sat down on my face. Mom was wearing a short dress and flesh-colored stockings. Wow, a sweet fragrance mixed with a slightly fishy smell, her buttocks pressed tightly against my nose, and I was startled, my mouth slightly opening and closing, as if I had kissed Mom's beautiful buttocks.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a tightness in my nose, and her plump buttocks on my face relaxed slightly. Ah...so good, Mom's buttocks were soft and warm. The only drawback was that she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I didn't get the full pleasure of touching her buttocks, but there was a kind of friction with a slightly erotic feel.

Previously, I had absolutely no Oedipus complex, but the immense stimulation caused my penis to become erect very early. A gentle rub of my face against my mother's plump buttocks almost made me ejaculate. What an intoxicating feeling! The warm flesh of her buttocks pressed tightly against my face; I wanted to rub my face against her cleft.

My father, who was walking in front, heard my mother's cry and asked, "What's wrong?" Because of her buttocks, he couldn't turn around to look down. "Oh, nothing," my mother replied without panic, perhaps because it was her son.

She placed her hands on a basin on the steps and moved her plump buttocks away from my face, her expression normal.

Without the soft touch, I felt a wave of loss, as if my precious treasure had suddenly disappeared. I looked up at "my precious treasure," and in that instant, what caught my eye made my penis even more erect. Good heavens! My mother was wearing lace-trimmed underwear. I had never felt anything when I saw my mother wearing lace-trimmed transparent underwear while hanging clothes before, but this time it was different. A surge of lust rushed to my head, and my penis grew larger due to the intense stimulation.

My mother's buttocks were partially covered by a short skirt, and her two jade-like legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, which shimmered in the sunlight streaming into the hallway. From that moment on, my Oedipus complex began to flare up uncontrollably, and I developed a habit of masturbating with my mother's stockings and underwear. But that's a story for another time.

My mother, perhaps embarrassed, didn't turn to look at me, picked up the basin, and continued walking upstairs. I followed her, my erection causing me to stagger.

The hospital room was a private room with a separate bathroom. After settling my father's belongings in the room, I quickly slipped away. I was afraid to meet my mother's gaze, so I kept my head down the whole time and didn't see her expression. Two

days later, I received news that my father's masturbation had been very successful. I wondered if I should go see him. For some reason, my mother's round, plump buttocks instantly flashed into my mind. The lust in my belly solidified my resolve. I had to go.

Thinking that my father might not be able to eat, I bought dinner for both my mother and myself.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Come in." It was my mother's voice. Because of what happened the day before yesterday and my guilty conscience, I was still quite uneasy.

Entering the house, I found my father wasn't there. "Mom, where's Dad?" I asked weakly.

"The doctor took him to change his dressing." My mother's tone was calm, probably not dwelling on what happened two days ago, and I felt relieved.

She put dinner on the table. "Mom, eat something. I didn't buy anything for Dad because I was afraid the doctor wouldn't let him eat." My anxiety vanished.

"You eat first, I'll make the mattress for your dad."

It was evening, and the last rays of the setting sun slanted in. My mother was wearing a loose shirt and fitted sweatpants; her shapely figure looked very attractive in the afterglow. I forgot about dinner and just stared at my mother. When I saw the bulge under her sweatpants, a ticklish feeling rose in my lower abdomen.

My father didn't come home until late afternoon. We talked about my school, and when I looked at the clock, it was already past eleven. Dad said,

"Don't go back tonight. You and Mom can share a bed and make do. Go straight to school tomorrow." "Okay!" I replied immediately. For some reason, at that moment, I didn't see Mom as my own mother at all. It was like taking advantage of a strange woman at night, and I felt a surge of secret joy.

I have a habit of sleeping naked, but I don't take off my underwear. Mom went to the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. When she came out, my eyes lit up. "Mom, why do you have such a great figure? Tell me, and I'll tell your daughter-in-law later!" "

Get lost, you brat, daring to flirt with your mother? You want a beating?" Mom was still very childlike. Dad chuckled beside me. What they didn't know was that at that moment, I was fantasizing about Mom's posture in bed.

The only downside of the private room in the hospital was that there was no bed for a companion. There was only a single folding bed. Mom could lie on it by herself without any problem, but if I squeezed in, it would be too small.

So my mom and I were pressed tightly together. She lay on her side facing my dad, her plump buttocks arched back against me. I was originally facing the window with my back to her, but my penis instantly became erect when I touched her buttocks. Overcome by lust, I rolled over to face her back.

The moonlight illuminated her slender waist, making me want to wrap my arms around her. My mom sensed my movement and pulled her buttocks forward slightly, probably to avoid being squeezed, and then slowly fell asleep.

They slept soundly, but I tossed and turned, wide awake, my penis throbbing with lust. Around 2 a.m., lust finally overcame reason, and I actually wanted to masturbate, and to my mom no less.

I quietly pulled down my underwear and slowly stroked my penis with my hand. My lust made me incredibly bold, and my other hand reached towards my mom's buttocks. Ah… the round, soft feeling. I didn't dare use too much force, just gently caressing her. My mind fantasized about rubbing my penis against my mom's buttocks, and the feeling was so intoxicating.

After about ten minutes of masturbation, my hands were numb, but I felt no urge to ejaculate. Those who have tasted the sweetness never know the danger, because the inner satisfaction made me forget everything around me. I wanted to turn my fantasy into reality; I wanted to rub my mother's plump buttocks!!

Listening to my mother's deep breathing, I knew she was sleeping soundly, and gently pulled down her shorts with my right hand.

The tension made me sweat profusely, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. When I pulled her shorts down to her mid-thighs, her knees squeezed together, and I was startled and stopped immediately. I remained frozen, holding the edge of her shorts.

After about five minutes, making sure she hadn't woken up, I boldly inserted my erect penis into her buttocks, slowly rubbing it.

My God, this felt like incest, just like actually thrusting into my mother's vagina, giving me a feeling of euphoria. I continued to rub and thrust slowly, but a man's heart is never truly satisfied. I boldly placed my hands on my mother's waist, pulled her back, and then thrust my hips forward in response.

This action gave me immense satisfaction. Lost in the pleasure of this forbidden pleasure, a sudden, sharp pain in my leg almost made me scream! Mom was awake!! Startled, my penis went limp, and I quickly rolled over, turning my face away.

Listening to Mom's heavy breathing, she seemed very angry. I thought, "This is bad, what do I do?!" My mind went blank. I lay there quietly for a while, noticing Mom still hadn't moved, and there was no scolding as I'd imagined. Thinking this, my penis shamefully hardened again. "Mom, maybe she's not angry with me? Is she afraid Dad will find out?" This thought emboldened me. I

turned around and noticed my shorts were still half-undone. What did Mom mean? Was she implying something?

Was she a slut? This thought even brought a faint sense of loss, like discovering your wife is a promiscuous slut.

But this thought didn't affect my next move. Holding my penis with my left hand and gripping Mom's buttocks with my right, I inserted it again. Instead of the pleasurable friction, the excruciating pain in my legs prevented me from focusing on it.

Mom wasn't asleep either; her hand remained twisted on the outside of my thigh. Slowly, I got used to the pain and even mustered the courage to thrust. Mom sensed my movements and the force of my twisting increased. Haha, okay, let's see who can hold back first.

I tightened my grip on Mom's buttocks, pulling her back. My penis rubbed against Mom's genitals with each thrust. The hissing sound of the sheets rubbing together, the waves of pleasure from my penis, combined with Mom's heavy breathing, made me feel like I'd die right then and there.

Perhaps it was the reduced pain that increased the sensitivity of my penis, or perhaps Mom was afraid Dad would discover our lewd actions, or maybe she'd had enough of my advances and wanted to end this battle quickly. She did something I never expected: Mom reached out her right hand and pressed my penis against her vulva, squeezing her legs together. Good heavens, was Mom masturbating me?

A wet, sticky sensation spread across my penis; Mom was very wet, the fluid reflecting the moonlight. A warm, slippery touch accompanied the sizzling, lewd sounds as I thrust.

The little hand that had been "mischievous" on my left leg moved to my buttocks, pressing me deeper.

I was incredibly excited, placing both hands on Mom's waist and thrusting vigorously, the sizzling sounds filling the air.

The room slowly filled with a lewd atmosphere. My breathing became heavy; with each thrust, Mom's fluid rubbed against her panties, the tingling sensation driving me to thrust even more wildly.

Because I pulled Mom's hips back too hard, the folding bed creaked loudly, startling both Mom and me. We both stopped and listened quietly to Father's reaction.

Fortunately, Father was a deep sleeper and didn't wake up. Mom and I became very careful, slowly beginning to move. The squelching sound continued for over ten minutes, and I began to tire of the monotonous action. I withdrew my penis, placed my hands on my mother's waist, and pulled her towards me.

My mother felt the sudden disappearance of the hot thing between her legs and let out a soft "Hmm?" Then, feeling my hands, she obediently followed. I pulled my mother to the center of the bed and pressed her face down. Now she was completely beneath me, and I slowly pulled down her shorts. My mother resisted for a moment, perhaps a little nervous, but feeling my persistence, she muttered softly, "Beast," and then let me do as I pleased.

Hearing that soft moan gave me immense satisfaction. After removing her shorts, I knelt on the bed, looking down at my mother. Her slender waist and rounded buttocks didn't resemble a woman in her forties at all; she looked like a young girl. Her

black silk panties were stained with my mother's vaginal fluid, glistening in the moonlight. I couldn't resist leaning down to smell it; a fishy, lewd scent filled the air, followed by my mother's disapproving "leg-pinching kung fu." Suddenly, I realized how adorable my mother was, just like my own woman.

Thinking this, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my mother's panties down halfway and thrust my hard penis inside.

Perhaps wanting to preserve a dreamlike feeling, or perhaps the taboo hadn't been fully broken in my heart, I didn't insert my penis into my mother's vagina. Instead, I let her labia slowly rub against it.

My mother's panties were the kind with very little fabric, tightly binding my penis and making it completely nestled within her labia.

And so, I supported myself with my hands... My mother's chest was pressed against her breasts, and we were in the most primal position, our organs in close contact, yet not truly penetrating.

Each time I thrust downwards, the glans would slip out of her labia with a soft "slip." The slippery, warm sensation of the glans, the close friction between her labia and glans, combined with the forbidden thrill, surged through my body and rushed to my head. My hips rose and fell slightly, making soft slapping sounds against my mother's buttocks, appearing incredibly lewd.

I supported myself with my hands and moved up and down like this for a while, until my arms ached. Then I leaned over my mother's back, my hands sliding down her loose tank top to grab her breasts.

"Hmm?" "Hmm!" "The first sound was mine, because I realized Mom wasn't wearing a bra! The second sound was a soul-stirring moan from Mom. The two intense sensations made me lose control. My penis jerked forward, embedding half of the glans into Mom's labia, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

'Huff, huff, huff...' Mom seemed to have reached her climax as well, her breathing incredibly heavy.

I lay on top of Mom, both of us panting. 'Slap, slap, slap,' Mom patted my buttocks, signaling me to get up. At that moment, a feeling of guilt rose from the bottom of my heart. I secretly turned my body to the side, and as my penis squeezed out of Mom's labia, it made a gurgling sound, as if some semen had shot inside."

"Sigh." Mom sighed softly, slowly getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

"What should I do? How could I have done such a beastly thing?" The guilt afterward almost suffocated me. Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, I slowly drifted off to sleep. When

I woke up the next day, I found that Mom had already left, and the sheets with marks left from yesterday's "battle" had been secretly taken away by Mom.

"Dad, where did Mom go?"

Dad was still lying on the bed next to me, his eyes open, seemingly lost in thought. "Oh, she went to hang up the laundry. Why would she wash clothes so early in the morning?" Dad muttered, puzzled. Of

course, I knew why she went to wash clothes; the sheets were covered in her semen.

"How should I know? Dad, I'm going now, I'll be late for school." I got up, quickly washed up, and hurriedly ran away, not knowing how to face Mom. They say what you fear most is what you end up touching. As soon as I reached the lobby on the first floor, I was greeted by my mother, who had finished hanging up the laundry and was about to go back inside. My heart skipped a beat, and my face began to stiffen.

"Be careful on the road, buy yourself some breakfast!"

Mom acted as if nothing was wrong, giving her son the same instructions she always did. I, however, was a little dazed. Was I dreaming last night? But the dried semen on my penis told me it really happened.

It was hard to accept the reality.

| Oh. I understand! "My voice was so soft I could barely hear myself as I hurried away. What I couldn't see was the faint sadness in my mother's eyes behind me.

But desire can drive a person mad, can change their outlook on life. My forbidden trip to the hospital left me with remorse for less than two days. When the guilt subsided, the sensation of my mother's plump buttocks reappeared in my mind. But I dared not repeat that crazy act, out of respect for her, out of respect for my father, and out of a shred of self-respect.

On the third day, during PE class, watching the diverse youthful figures on the playground, their agile forms, some overdeveloped 'assets' jiggling with activity, coupled with the 'first taste of forbidden fruit' a few days prior, my desire reached an unprecedented breaking point! My mind was filled with images of my mother's plump buttocks and long, full legs. Blood rushed to my head, making my eyes red.

'Teacher! I have something to do at home and need to ask for leave to go home!'" "

When the teacher saw that I seemed a little upset, she thought something serious had really happened at my home and said, 'If you have an emergency, go quickly. If you need any help from the teacher, call me.'" "I barely heard what he said after that, and rushed home like a shot. I rummaged through drawers and found all of my mother's stockings and panties, spreading them all on my bed. Looking at 'them,' I found a perverse satisfaction within me.

My hands trembled as I rubbed the black sheer stockings, the flesh-colored stockings with a sheer sheen, and the half-empty panties against my already erect penis, slowly rubbing them. Smelling the sweet fragrance emanating from a pair of red panties with black trim, I ejaculated four or five times that afternoon.

From that day on, whenever I had a physical need, I would use my mother's stockings and panties to masturbate, which made me deeply infatuated with my mother's beautiful legs and buttocks. Sometimes I would masturbate with the panties or stockings that my mother had just changed out of, and ejaculate on them, fantasizing about deeply penetrating my mother's vagina and ejaculating inside. Afterwards, I would soak them in water to remove the traces of my crime, claiming that soaking them in water would make them easier to clean. (At the time, I didn't know that soaking semen in water alone wouldn't clean it completely, and that white spots would appear. I always thought my mother..." (No criminal activity was discovered).

Graduation from university was approaching, and my thesis became my top priority. Worried during the day, my sleep was naturally poor at night. Around midnight, the pent-up stress of the past few days made me desperately crave release, so I decided to secretly steal a pair of stockings from my mother's room to masturbate.

That night, my father was on night shift at the factory. I tiptoed into my mother's room and easily made my way to the closet where her underwear was kept (because my mother owns an underwear shop, she's very particular about her underwear and has a dedicated closet for it). Without much thought... She grabbed a pair of stockings and was about to head back when the scene from that night at the hospital inadvertently flashed into her mind. She paused, looking at her sleeping mother.

It was already quite hot; a towel lay quietly on the floor, perhaps because her mother wasn't a very still sleeper. Her body, clad only in a tank top and underwear, lay on her side, her right hand folded across her chest, as if caressing her breasts. Her buttocks were slightly raised, and her shapely legs, like jade, were crossed and bent, gleaming with a warm, jade-like hue in the moonlight.

"Mom's skin is so beautiful." "I tossed aside the stockings, my frenzied desire ultimately taking over from reason. I lay down on my side behind my mother, my hands trembling nervously as I grasped her exposed, plump buttocks, gently stroking them.

Perhaps because of the heat, she wasn't fast asleep; my slight movement made her flinch in her sleep. But I mustered my courage and, without hesitation, reached directly for her vulva.

I was dumbfounded; what I touched wasn't warm, moist labia, but a thin, white pantyhose.

I slid my hand back..." The underwear and panty rubbed together with a hissing sound.

Mom suddenly sat up, startling me with her sudden movement. I frantically sat half-upright on the bed. A crescent moon shone in Mom's eyes. Her large eyes stared straight at me, her face expressionless.

I felt a chill run down my spine under her gaze and didn't dare move. We stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly Mom raised her right hand and punched me hard in the chest. The sudden attack made me lose my balance and I slammed onto the bed with a "thud." I thought, "That hurts! I might as well just play dead."

Mom noticed I wasn't moving and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Dead?"

"Yeah, I'm dead," I replied playfully, noticing that Mom wasn't angry

. "Pfft." Mom couldn't help but laugh. And her laughter actually gave me a strange feeling, as if I had been a dutiful son, bringing joy to Mom, and the slight guilt in my heart vanished.

"Go ahead and keep pretending!" "Mom playfully kicked my waist and got out of bed.

I thought to myself, 'If Mom didn't have her period today, would she be as compliant as last time?' Thinking this, my penis started to thaw again.

Mom didn't seem to care about my state; after getting out of bed, she started rummaging through drawers and cupboards in the room, doing something I couldn't tell. After a while, I heard the rustling sound of her dressing, and I curiously looked up.

'If you dare look at me, I'll beat you to death,' Mom said fiercely.

I was still a little afraid of Mom, and my somewhat erect penis immediately went limp. I thought, 'Oh no, she's angry!'" Just as I was thinking this

, I suddenly felt a tightness on my face. My mother had covered my upper body with a towel. I was puzzled. What was Mom up to? Before I could even guess what she was doing, a little thief's hand pulled down my underwear, and another soft, boneless hand grasped my limp penis.

Wow. It was Mom. Mom was masturbating me. Her technique was very skilled, sometimes lightly stroking the glans, sometimes gently stroking it.

It made me instantly erect.

"Ptooey!" Mom spat lightly. So Mom was going to satisfy me. I lay back, pointing my erect penis straight at Mom. I pointed to my penis to indicate that Mom could start.

"Smack!" Mom playfully slapped my penis head. The sensation was a little painful and a little numb, making me unconsciously thrust my hips upward.

"Don't move." Mom said with a slight pant. Then came a moist, enveloping feeling. When my penis was about a third covered, a lively little thing began to stir along the glans.

"Hiss, ah..." I couldn't help but groan. It was so stimulating; each movement of her little tongue was accompanied by a suction.

Only two words echoed in my mind: "Mom." Knowing I wouldn't be satisfied, Mom began to suck deeper. When two-thirds of my penis was covered, she found there was no more room for the glans, so she had to stop. And so, Mom's little tongue lingered beneath my penis, her mouth moving up and down, gradually increasing the speed, occasionally licking around the groove of the glans.

I was panting heavily under the covers. The room was quiet, filled with the slurping sounds of Mom's sucking and her long sighs from her labored breathing. We were both completely absorbed in it.

Then I suddenly realized why Mom hadn't told me to look at her. She was clearly getting dressed. While Mom was completely absorbed, I secretly pulled back the blanket covering her head.

The scene that unfolded before my eyes is unforgettable. It was such a lewd sight. My mother was wearing a tight red cheongsam and black stockings. Drawn by my action of pulling back the covers, she stopped sucking and looked up at me slightly. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, a small strand of hair playfully falling to the left of her face. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, a trickle of saliva running down to the tip of my penis. Her left hand rested on my right leg as she stared at me. This was my mother! What a lewd scene! It was hard to reconcile this with the gentle woman who usually urged me to study hard and gave me advice on the little things in life.

A touch of anger, a hint of madness, a dash of lust.

I suddenly sat up, the abrupt movement startling my mother. I roughly helped her up, making her kneel in front of me with her back to me. I used my left hand to push the hem of her cheongsam up to her waist. Looking at the square pad-shaped pantyhose tightly wrapped inside the black bodysuit, I gripped my large penis in my right hand and rubbed it hard against her vulva.

However, the hardness of the pad made me uncomfortable, and my mother noticed, tightening her legs. Fortunately, she had left a lot of saliva on it during oral sex. The friction between my penis and her legs made a hissing sound. Because the saliva wasn't very lubricating, I didn't dare thrust too hard, slowly inserting deeply and then pulling out completely. I also pulled my mother's arms, pulling her towards me. The lack of lubrication combined with the friction of the bodysuit amplified the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate.

No, I can't ejaculate. Heaven knows if my mother will make me do it a second time after I ejaculate. So I thought of a good idea, "Mom, can you put on your high heels?" "

?" My mother gave me a sideways glance without speaking, but instead hooked my leg back with her right foot, signaling me to continue. Looking at my mother's wanton and frenzied expression, I felt an extreme sense of conquest. Ignoring her feelings, I pulled out my penis, released her arms, laid her down on the bed, and walked straight out. After searching for a while in the shoe cabinet, I finally found a pair of white high heels that my mother rarely wore.

I carried them into the house and found my mother lying on the bed, rubbing her breasts. I thought, "If only she weren't my mother, how lewd she is. But it doesn't matter if she's my mother or not." I grabbed her two restless little feet and carefully put the shoes on them. The red cheongsam, the black stockings, and the white high heels were incredibly stimulating.

I hoisted my mother's legs onto my shoulders, held her knees with my hands, stacked them together, and inserted my penis into her thighs, beginning my primal thrusting again.

My hands held my mother's two jade-like legs, caressing them and changing their position and angle to satisfy the tactile sensation of my penis. After a while of rubbing, I heard my mother let out a soft moan. I grabbed one of her legs and spread them apart, the white high heels reflecting the light and tracing a graceful arc. My mother, her eyes half-closed, was kneading her breasts with both hands. Seeing my gaze, she released one of her large breasts with her right hand and reached out to me, as if gesturing for me to give it to her quickly. I gave her my left hand, which was supporting her leg, and she grabbed it and pressed it against her breast, kneading it forcefully. So soft, so big. Was this the breast I had nursed from when I was a child?

I leaned forward, spreading my mother's legs apart, and rubbed the base of my penis against her vulva forcefully, like the final sprint before reaching orgasm, thrusting my body back and forth rapidly.

"Ah, um, um..." My mother also relaxed a bit, her voice groaning along with my rubbing.

Her legs, clad in white high heels and black stockings, bent and swayed in the air, her breasts changing shape under my forceful kneading.

"Mom, I'm going to cum." My throat felt like it was being choked, and I couldn't make a sound.

"No, no." Hearing that I was about to ejaculate, Mom pushed me back and immediately knelt down beside me. My erect penis, half-kneeling on the bed, was taken into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on her beloved treasure.

But I wasn't satisfied with this shallow indulgence. I held Mom's head with both hands and pulled it back, my entire penis disappearing into her mouth, accompanied by a dry heave from Mom and a clear "gurgle" as I pulled it out.

Mom didn't seem to dislike this action, wrapping her arms around my waist to reduce the impact.

I pulled out every three seconds to let Mom catch her breath, and after a few thrusts, an uncontrollable tingling sensation shot from my glans to my abdomen. "Ah! Ugh!!!" With a low growl, my semen shot down Mom's throat and into her abdomen.

"Huff, huff," I breathed heavily afterward, the intense exhaustion causing me to collapse onto the bed. But this forbidden journey didn't fill me with any guilt; a sense of conquest welled up inside me.

Seeing my tired expression, Mom smiled slightly, took off her cheongsam, kicked off her high heels, and seductively straddled my lower abdomen, leaning down to nibble at my earlobe with her teeth.

"Little rascal, go to sleep." Then she guided my hands to cover her breasts, tilted me to the left, and we both fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the sheets beside me were still a mess, and the heroine was already in the kitchen, sizzling and cooking. Had I conquered Mom? Yesterday felt so exciting; the shackles of taboo seemed to have completely broken. I

turned over and found a pink note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read,

"Once a week, too much will hurt your health." Haha…

A sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. I rushed out of bed without even putting on my clothes, only to be startled by Mom's icy expression at the kitchen door. "Go back and put on your clothes. Anyone who sees you is asking for trouble!" Oh

my god… Mom, what are you? So alluring at night, yet during the day you transform back into the awe-inspiring queen I admire. I was starting to lose touch with reality. But the days that followed were just as the note had predicted: every week, we'd find a day when Dad wasn't home, or before he got off work, to do things we both loved.

Breast play, oral sex, foot play, leg play. The kitchen, the bedroom, the balcony, the living room, the bathroom. We tried them all over six months. Mom probably discovered my fetish; all sorts of sexy lingerie, stockings, and high heels piled up in a large box in the corner of the basement.

Although we had over six months of "intimate contact," we never actually "went deep" with each other, because we both had a seemingly insurmountable hurdle, or rather, a tacit agreement.

This relationship continued until four months after graduation, when the international financial crisis erupted, and many private companies went bankrupt. The steel mill where my father worked was hit hardest. Because my father's salary was relatively high, he usually spent money lavishly. The sudden change caused him to lose himself; he came home late every night, drunk and cursing.

At the time, I was an intern at a battery factory assigned by the school, and I was digesting the knowledge I had learned that day. I heard arguing coming from my mother's room, accompanied by heavy objects falling to the ground and the door slamming shut with a "bang." I knew they were arguing again.

In the nearly year-long chaotic relationship with my mother, I no longer knew whether to see her as my woman or my mother. Hearing the faint sobbing from next door, my heart ached. I

silently went in, and found my mother burying her face in her hands, sobbing. I gently approached, rubbing her face and lifting her up. My eyes fell upon a shocking red handprint on her left cheek. Seeing the handprint, an intense surge of anger welled up inside me—I wanted to kill him!

But then, seeing my mother's pitiful, tearful expression, my heart sank to the bottom. Yes, he was my father. I had done something to betray him, and a deep sense of shame filled my heart. I pulled my mother into my arms, letting her cry softly.

Holding her in my arms felt like finding a safe haven, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. The "storm" lasted for a full half hour; it was past 1 a.m., and my mother was probably exhausted from crying.

She pouted wearily, rubbing her face, her adorable little face filling me with tenderness.

The dim light on the desk had a strange beauty to it. The chair had no backrest. "Mom, lean on the desk, I'll massage your shoulders," I said tenderly.

"Mmm," Mom obediently leaned on the desk, and I stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders.

Soon, Mom began to moan softly, grabbing my hand and pulling it towards her body.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her shoulder.

"Love me," Mom's voice was soft and gentle, like she was proposing to her lover.

Looking into her watery, yearning eyes and hearing her gentle tone, my penis pressed erect against her lower back.

We both knew that this time it was "real love." Before, when we "pretended to make love," Mom always had that seductive, alluring feeling. But this time, I noticed Mom was shy, burying her blushing face in her arms, leaning on the desk.

Her plump buttocks were raised back, indicating that I should help her remove her "disguise." I carefully peeled off the covers, afraid of accidentally hurting the delicate body beneath. Then, in a few quick movements, I stripped myself naked. Only half of my mother's beautiful buttocks were visible, but her juices were already flowing down her thighs onto the bench. My mother was truly aroused.

I gently pushed her up, my right hand reaching down. My hand touched something slippery, her soft labia trembling slightly. The temperature inside her labia was beyond my expectations; I dared not go any deeper, afraid of interrupting this warm moment. Guiding my hard penis, I found the entrance and slowly pushed it in.

My mother was very wet and slippery, but that didn't stop her child from accurately returning to her embrace.

"Swoosh...ah..." It went in. The process wasn't as difficult as I had imagined. When my penis was halfway in, it felt like a small mouth inside, sucking my penis in with a slurp. The warm, slippery sensation, the

wet touch, almost made me ejaculate.

"Ah..." It seemed my first penetration brought my mother to orgasm. Her uterus sucked at my glans in waves, my penis tightly enveloped by her vagina, the abundant vaginal fluid making it feel incredibly tight. I couldn't ejaculate! Absolutely not! I held back, and after a full two minutes, the urge to ejaculate completely vanished.

Finally, I could move slightly.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak..."

"Ah...ah..." Each thrust elicited a soft moan from my mother. The slippery friction was incredibly pleasurable, and each time I withdrew, I couldn't resist thrusting it back in completely. My mother lifted her face from her arms, moaning softly.

In this tender space, mother and son were engaged in intimate communion. The mother lay on the table, her buttocks protruding from the stool, while the son stood upright behind her. The mother spoke of love, and the son expressed his tenderness. To avoid shattering this surreal feeling, I didn't thrust quickly or penetrate forcefully. Each time was slow, inserting to the hilt and then withdrawing completely, the "squeaking" sounds echoing throughout.

Perhaps because Mom is easily aroused, her vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs in three streams. We thrust like this for about five minutes, then I got tired and pulled out my penis. I helped Mom sit up, straddling half a stool, and she, perhaps to make me feel better, turned around, spreading her legs and placing them on my thighs, sitting on the front half of the stool, her back against the table.

Although I had seen Mom's vulva many times through her stockings, this was the first time I had seen it up close without any covering. There was only a small tuft of dark hair on her vulva, the tips of her labia were slightly dark, and the entire vulva was soaked with vaginal fluid, gleaming with a lascivious sheen under the dim lamplight, smooth to the touch. A pungent, musky smell filled the air.

Afraid the edge of the table would hurt Mom's back, I embraced her, my arm supporting her back. I inserted my entire penis, just inside her vagina. Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me.

"Mmm," this was the first time Mom had kissed me since we made love. Every time we made love, she wouldn't allow me to kiss her lips or her genitals. This kiss today held deep meaning; it meant she was now my woman.

A nimble little tongue darted across from me, searching for its playmate. My penis began its slow thrusting.

Besides the "sizzling" sounds from our bodies, the room was filled with the heavy breathing of our tongues swirling together. Soon, the stimulation of my glans rubbing against her, combined with Mom's deliberate teasing, made me want to ejaculate. I pulled slightly away from Mom's red lips. "Mom, I'm coming!" "Ah...ah...don't shoot inside..."

Mom immediately pushed me back, a movement that made me even more unbearable. I pulled out from under her, which was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and ejaculated in a series of spurts, a few drops even landing on Mom's face.

Afterwards, Mom gently wiped the semen from her abdomen with a tissue. I went to the side, lay on the bed, and watched her intently, suddenly realizing how truly happy I was. Not every mother is like mine. I feel like I've entered paradise.

Today, Mom was unusually gentle, helping me bathe and scrubbing my back, completely devoid of her usual allure.

After washing up, we lay in bed in tacit silence, quietly enjoying this peaceful moment. I slowly fell asleep…

The next morning, I found the same pink note on my bedside table: “Just this once, don’t do it again!” Hehe, Mom. I love you!! As I got dressed and prepared to open the bedroom door, I suddenly noticed the same pink note on the door, which read: “If you want to break the rule, remember to use a condom!” Ah!!! Good heavens, Mom, tell me, are you a demon?! Are you a savior sent by Sun Wukong?! I know deep down that I will never see that gentle mother from last night again, nor do I want to, because I will never let her get hurt again. Let her spend the rest of her life as her happy little demon!

Since having a real relationship with Mom, our relationship has become more harmonious. But that intimate “communication” is gone. It might be that we've started to truly respect each other like a married couple, but I'm also a normal man with needs, in my adolescence, and I still have to endure my mother's playful "sexual teasing" from time to time. Two months of "abstinence" made me feel like I had the potential to become a monk.

My father's negative state no longer affected my mother's mood; frankly, she had abandoned him, or rather, she had found someone new. I also quit my internship and found a job on my own.

Today was a holiday, and I excitedly went to the pedestrian street to help my mother with her shop, only to suddenly realize... My mother sells women's underwear; if I were standing in the shop, who would dare to come in and buy anything?

So, feeling extremely depressed, I wandered around all day, finally making it to 9 PM when the shops on the pedestrian street started closing. I rushed back to help my mom, looking at all the trendy women, feeling they couldn't even match one ten-thousandth of my mom's style. Thinking back to that experience, a wicked thought popped into my head!

"Mom, sit down and rest for a while, I'll help you clean and close the shop." I said, secretly plotting something.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm exhausted." My mom, unaware of my ulterior motives, happily sat down on the sofa and dozed off. Hehe, a perfect opportunity. I checked that no one was around, quickly closed the door and lights, locked it from the inside, and covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ground floor shop with a cloth.

Listening to the scattered footsteps outside, the laughter and chatter of passersby, and my mom's even breathing inside, a wicked thought immediately arose. The dark environment gave me a feeling of illicit affairs. I tiptoed to my mom's side and gently shook her.

"Ah...what's wrong..."

I immediately covered her mouth. "Mom, it's me." I grinned lewdly.

"You little rascal, what are you doing?" Mom seemed to understand. Looking around at the surroundings, she adopted a lewd and seductive expression.

"Mom, it's been two months already, I'm almost as old as Fahai!"

"You can talk about going home first. Don't you know where you are? There are people outside. If they find out, you won't be able to live." Mom was still a little nervous, after all, this was where she worked year-round.

"It's okay, I'll be quiet. It's so dark, and the room is covered by a cloth so no one can see us from outside. This feeling will definitely be exciting! Hehe." I grinned lewdly. "

Get lost, you little rascal, see how I deal with you!"

Mom slapped me and got up to grab me. How could I let her succeed? I pulled her into my arms.

"Mom, change your clothes, something a little lewd, okay?" I tempted her with feigned gentleness.

Mom glanced at me, knowing my preferences, and moved out of my arms, heading into the inner room. I thought, "There's a chance!" I sneaked to the door, lifting a small part of the curtain to peek at the passersby, imagining Mom's lewd expression. My erection was high.

Time ticked by, and after waiting for over ten minutes, just as I began to suspect Mom might have slipped away through the back door, the inner room door opened.

Because most of the French windows were covered by curtains, the light from the pedestrian street was dim, and I stared at Mom's beautiful body, mesmerized. Her long, flowing hair was styled in a phoenix tail shape, cascading down her back. She wore a style resembling an old-fashioned swimsuit, but unlike swimsuits, it was made of a light red, semi-transparent silk. Her breasts were clearly defined, with deep red satin below the nipples and transparent black silk above. A tuft of soft, downy hair was faintly visible around her pubic area. The fabric covering her vulva, taut with the tightness of the clothing, formed a "W" shape.

Her legs were encased in black stockings, the edges only reaching about a third of the way up from her knees. Four straps along the white lace trim extended to a white "belt" around her waist.

"What...what's going on?" I stammered, swallowing hard.

"Hmm..." My mother groaned, her large eyes half-closed as she swayed towards me. When she was less than half a meter away, she blinked her watery eyes and licked my lips with her tongue.

"Is this only for my precious son's enjoyment?"

The intense temptation made my penis almost burst. "The clothes or the person?" I asked hoarsely.

My mother didn't answer my question. She gently stroked my cheek with her right hand, then leaned forward, rubbing her large breasts against my chest and sliding down. Her gentle movements removed all obstacles, and I could feel her heavy breathing, aroused by her passion.

I gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, standing upright in front of her, slowly closing my eyes and tilting my head back slightly. Seeing my need for "soothing," my mother knew it was her time to shine. She wrapped her left arm around my waist and reached up with her right, rubbing my nipples. Her mouth slowly opened, first gently biting the glans with her teeth, seemingly testing its hardness. My penis, unsatisfied with her teasing, throbbed twice, making my mother giggle.

My mother's head began to move back and forth, her lips forcefully enveloping my penis, sucking hard with each movement. "Suck... gulp... suck... gulp..." The only sound in the small space was the sound of my mother's mouth sucking on my penis.

My mother's oral skills were amazing. Each time she sucked backward, she would lick the urethral opening with her tongue, and when she sucked forward, she would stir the glans with her tongue, sending a continuous warm, tingling sensation through me. Her hair swayed back and forth with her head. My mother knew that today's game wouldn't end there. After sucking for a while, she felt my penis becoming red and swollen. She looked up at me with a pitiful expression. Seeing her pitiful pleading look, I knew she wouldn't be satisfied unless I went all out today.

I lifted her delicate body with both hands, pressing her shoulders with my right hand and pushing her against the counter, while my left hand kept fiddling with her vulva, and my mouth licked her breasts back and forth. After a few fiddlings, I felt her juices seep through the fabric and onto my hand.

"Mom, I want to lick it..."

Although my mother was somewhat aroused, she still had her senses. "No, it's dirty down there!" "Please, Mom, it's not dirty, I want to lick it." Ignoring my mother's objections, I directly pulled open the small piece of fabric that tightly outlined her vulva with my right hand and pressed my mouth against it. The entrance was extremely smooth, warm, and slightly pungent. It felt like drinking warm milk.

"Ah!!" Mom gasped, but realizing they were in a "public place," she immediately covered her mouth with both hands instead of pushing me away. Although it was a bit fishy and pungent, the sensation upon entering my mouth was irresistible. I couldn't help but stick my tongue into her opening, stirring it back and forth, and increasing the suction in my mouth, drawing mouthfuls of her fluids into my stomach.

The teasing of my tongue seemed to intensely arouse Mom's lust. Her mouth, tightly covered by her hands, continuously emitted sounds of "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." "Mmm...ah...you...you little bastard...so...so hateful...ahh...I don't want it anymore...mmm...stop...ahh..." Noticing Mom's excitement, my lust also boiled. My right hand played with my penis, while my left hand flicked the erect clitoris on her vulva, increasing the frequency of my tongue's movements.

"Ah...no...mmm...ah..." Mom's body trembled, and her right hand quickly grabbed the panties from the counter and stuffed them into her mouth, emitting an extremely hoarse and seductive sound.

"Mmm..." A hot liquid rushed into my mischievous mouth, soaking my entire chin.

My mother, teased by my tongue, had given in to her "first" orgasm of the day. Watching her trembling body, I waited for her to savor the afterglow. Almost ten minutes passed.

"Mom, what about me?"

Startled by my voice, my mother glanced at me seductively. "Wait a minute!" she said, a hint of lewdness in her coquettish tone. She picked up a small bag and took out a four-pack of condoms with "Durex" written on it. "I've been preparing for a long time," my mother said, seemingly teasing me for taking so long to pamper her.

"How do I put this on, Mom? Put it on for me." Actually, I really didn't know how to put on a condom; I'd given my virginity to my mother.

And only once.

Mom tore open a package, blew on the condom, and touched my penis with her left hand. "Huh?" It turned out that there was a lot of Mom's saliva on my penis. I saw her hold my penis and put her mouth down to suck on the glans hard. "Pop!" "Ah!" Mom sucked hard, and my penis became less wet.

Mom peeked through the crack at the sparse pedestrians outside. She had successfully put on the condom, then stroked her condom-covered penis downwards. I gestured for Mom to turn around, then bent over and leaned against the counter, rubbing my penis against her labia, as she had just orgasmed. Mom's labia were very wet, and the glans made a "squeaking" sound as it rubbed against her. Feeling my penis was hard enough, I slowly inserted it, the glans pressing against her. "Ah," I couldn't help but groan, and with a "plop," my penis instantly disappeared into Mom's vagina.

The condom didn't provide much friction, making it easy to insert all the way in.

"Mmm, so big..." As

soon as I entered, Mom's hips began to sway, and I kept my penis straight inside her vagina, letting her move on her own. However, it didn't feel quite right. I grabbed my mother's arms, signaling her to stop, and then began thrusting back and forth. Gone was the tenderness of the first time; we, mother and son, were now engaged in passionate intercourse like lovers, "slap slap slap..." My lower abdomen repeatedly slammed against my mother's plump buttocks. With a forceful pull, I lifted my mother off the counter. "Mom, let's walk around inside."

So, my mother arched her back in front, and I held her arms from behind, thrusting my penis deeply with each step. It seemed this action stimulated my forbidden pleasure even more. We

walked around the room several times, "slap slap, sizzle."

I don't know if it was the sixth or seventh lap, but as we passed the door, I heard many girls playing around outside, seemingly young women leaving work at a shopping mall. A thought struck me. I turned my mother around and pushed her against the glass door behind the curtain. My mother cooperated, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, so she was completely suspended on me. She guided my penis into her vagina with her own hands. I held my mother's plump buttocks and thrust my penis in and out forcefully...

"Ahhh...you little beast, slower...slower...there are people outside..." My mother couldn't take my fierce attack, and afraid of crying out, she could only suppress her voice, trying to get me to slow down.

I was in the throes of pleasure and didn't listen to my mother's advice at all, each time penetrating all the way in, the "slap slap" sounds becoming even louder. I pulled back a corner of the curtain and watched the youthful figures playing and running outside, while I, in the quiet little space, thrust into my mother's vagina and watched them frolic.

After the girls outside left, I turned around, put one of my mother's legs down, and put the other leg on my shoulder. I licked my mother's little feet while stroking the base of her plump thighs. Looking down at the part where I was having sex with my mother, I saw a dark, veiny penis thrusting in and out of her dark red vagina. Each thrust was accompanied by a "gurgling" sound. Under the light, her vaginal fluids flowed from her vagina onto my penis, and with each deep penetration, her vagina pushed the fluids up to the base of my penis, then dripped down my testicles to the ground…

“Ah… Mom… Mom… Ah…” The visual impact made me unable to hold back any longer, and my vas deferens loosened, my large penis overflowing with semen, filling the condom.

Around midnight, if there were still people on the pedestrian street, you could hear faint moans coming from within. As the space became more open, my mother also began to moan loudly, and we had already used four condoms.

Inside the shop, I lay on my back on the floor, my mother half-squatting around my waist, her large buttocks rising and falling rhythmically, "splat splat splat..." My labia and lower abdomen were covered in vaginal fluid, and each time she lifted her hips, several strands of fluid would stick together and form threads. Beside me lay a condom filled with semen.

"Mom, stop."

My mother looked at me with a somewhat frantic and confused expression.

"Come on, let's go outside, okay? There's no one outside." At this, my mother's eyes lit up, and a lewd and seductive look appeared on her face.

We walked to a street lamp in front of the shop, and my mother held onto the lamppost with both hands, her buttocks raised high. I saw the glistening spot where the vaginal fluid was, and my vagina was already a little loose from my hours of "penetration." I guided my penis and slid it in, continuing to thrust.

"Mmm, Mom, so good. I love you."

"You little beast, you beast...you little beast...ah ah..." My mother was still afraid to make a sound outside, only letting out soft moans. Looking at my mother's wanton body in her sexy lingerie, a sense of conquest filled me.

Soon, I changed positions, telling her to lie back, grab the lamppost with both hands, and then I brought her legs together, holding her ankles high above her head. Her vulva was now perfectly aligned with my erect penis, and with a thrust of my hips, I entered her accurately. What a lewd move! My mother was completely suspended in the air, passively receiving each powerful thrust, while I licked her ankles with my tongue, soaking her black stockings with my saliva.

"Sizzle... sizzle. slap... slap..."

"Ah... um... you little beast, a little shallower... too deep..." Sometimes I would spread her legs apart and thrust quickly, sometimes I would bring her legs together and rub them slowly.

Who would have thought that in the bustling pedestrian street during the day, a mother and son would be passionately engaging in intercourse in the early hours of the morning?

We got home close to two in the morning. My father wasn't home; he was probably drunk and staying at a friend's house. My mother, dressed in a full set of sexy lingerie and wearing a trench coat, walked back with me.

Once home, she served me like a wife, helping me wash up, and then we snuggled together to sleep.

Last night's several encounters completely voided our weekly agreement, and we began our own marital life. Sometimes, while my mother was cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't resist taking off her clothes and penetrating her. My mother never seemed to mind my teasing and sexual behavior, as long as I used a condom.

I truly don't know what my mother was thinking, because sometimes when she was so aroused by my teasing that she was drooling and overflowing with vaginal fluid, she would stop me if I forgot to buy a condom.

My first time ejaculating inside my mother was during a trip. It happened when my mother and I went to Mount Tai. The daytime sightseeing left us still very excited when we returned to the hotel.

This was our first long trip after two years of "love" between mother and son, and we stayed in a relatively high-end star-rated hotel. Looking at the clock, it was almost ten o'clock. My mother was showering in the bathroom, while I lay on the sofa watching a movie.

"Snap!" Mom emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, which barely covered a small portion of her breasts, the edge just reaching the base of her buttocks. Her loose hair still steamed.

"Go take a shower,"

Mom commanded, but I ignored her and scooped her up from the floor. "What's the point of showering? It's pointless." I sat on the sofa, letting Mom sit across my lap. I opened a pre-prepared condom from the cabinet next to the sofa and handed it to Mom.

We'd been making love for over six months, so there was no shyness left. Mom flicked my forehead and carefully put on the "condom."

"You're so impatient, aren't you? You can't resist seeing Mom's body?" She helped me put on the condom, then adjusted her vulva, supporting herself as she inserted my penis.

"Slap...slap...sizzle..."

"Ah...you little thing, Mom really likes you." Mom tossed her flowing hair, her body writhing like a snake. Soon, she felt tired.

"It's your turn. I'm a little tired from climbing up there today. Let me relax." "Come on, let's go to the bed." The sofa was a bit cramped, so I couldn't stretch out properly. I had my mother cling to me, and I supported her buttocks as I placed her on the bed. I stood below the bed and started thrusting rapidly.

"Slap slap slap slap... slap... slap..."

"Ah, so good... mmm..." My mother also tasted the fruits of her son's labor, moaning ecstatically.

"Mom, your son will take good care of you." I changed positions and varying the frequency of my thrusts, but after nearly 20 minutes, there was still no sign of ejaculation. "Mom, you do it. I can't ejaculate by myself." "Hmm..." Mom got up and sat on my back, beginning the classic lotus position. If it weren't for this position, you wouldn't notice how agile Mom's body was; her slender, rounded legs unleashed astonishing power, her body undulating exaggeratedly up and down. This created loud, lewd "slap slap" sounds from our bodies.

Perhaps because of my heightened arousal, I still showed no signs of ejaculation.

"What's going on? Why haven't I ejaculated yet?"

I was a little puzzled, then a thought flashed through my mind. I pushed Mom down onto the bed, and my penis squeezed into her vagina with a "pop." Mom was still wondering about my actions, but I swiftly removed the condom and slipped it into her vagina with a "slip."

"Ah." Years of using condoms had made me feel unfamiliar with direct intercourse. The intense friction between my vagina and penis made me ejaculate immediately. "Gurgle, gurgle..." "Ah! What are you doing? Get up!" My mother pounded on my chest, struggling to get me to leave.

I thought, "No, I can't let this go after finally having sex with Mom without a condom!" Thinking this, my penis, which was about to go limp, gradually began to revive, and I continued the frequency of my thrusts.

Perhaps it was the close contact between my penis and the flesh of her vagina that gave my mother a huge pleasure. At this moment, she was almost frantic. She twisted her body wildly, accepting my son's brutal trampling.

"Ah... um... ah..." My mother's voice was almost a scream, exuding feminine charm. The soundproofing in the five-star hotel suite was very good, so I didn't have to worry about people outside hearing. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts. "Gurgle... sizzle..." Each time I pulled out, some of the mixture of my mother's vaginal fluid and my semen flowed onto the bed.

"Ah... you little beast, no... don't shoot inside, ah..." My mother mumbled incoherently in her frenzy.

"I've already... I've already ejaculated, Mom, relax a bit, we'll just wash up properly later." I guided my mother's subconscious, the frequency of my thrusts increasing. "Thump thump thump thump," after a short while, the urge to ejaculate returned. Watching my mother writhe wildly beneath me, I roared, "Mom, open your pussy, I'm coming... hurry up!"

My mother's consciousness was also on the verge of collapse. Hearing this, she spread her labia with both hands, mumbling incoherently. I thrust forward violently, plunging my entire penis into her vagina, gripping her ankles tightly and pressing them forward. I bit her red lips, and my semen gushed directly into her increasingly swollen uterus. After ejaculating

, I lifted my chest, looking down at my mother. Her hair was disheveled on the bed, some saliva slowly dripping from the corners of her mouth. Large amounts of semen flowed from her labia. Looking at my mother, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn't imagine what life would be like from now on...

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