Mother and child in Taipei's Lonely House

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This is a true story. It happened when I was sixteen. I was a sophomore in high school.

My father was abroad for long periods, and my mother and I lived together in Taipei.

My mother graduated from a dance academy in France and returned to Taiwan to work as a ballet dancer. She was very popular and appeared on the covers of many magazines. Later, she married my father and stopped her stage career after becoming pregnant. After giving birth to me, she became a dance school teacher, a position she still holds today.

My mother is now 34 years old, but she is still very beautiful and radiant. Not long ago, something quite interesting happened: One day, I was playing basketball on the high school court when a classmate rushed over to tell me that a girl was looking for me in the gatehouse. I asked who it was. He said, "That woman is probably under twenty years old, very beautiful, and looks just like you. She might be your older sister."

I thought for a moment and concluded it was my mother. I laughed and said to my classmate, "I don't have an older sister! It must be my mother!"

My classmate was shocked and argued, "No, no, that woman is at most twenty!"

I said, "My mother is over thirty! She just looks young, you can't tell."

It was indeed my mother. My mother was extremely beautiful, truly possessing a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers. She had bright, expressive eyes, pearly white teeth, delicate eyebrows, cherry lips, fair skin, and a graceful, elegant demeanor. She was slender, 165 cm tall, with measurements of 35-23-34. My mother was lively, warm, and genuine. Although she was thirty-four, she looked no more than twenty.

That year, although I was only sixteen, my physique was as strong and robust as my father's, but my appearance was somewhat mature, making me look no less than twenty. Because I look so much like my mother, when we walk down the street, strangers often mistake us for siblings, some even believing we're brother and sister!

Since I was fourteen, I've developed an interest in the opposite sex and secretly read many books on sex and pornography, even watching adult films frequently. So, although I've never had any physical contact with women, I know a great deal about sex, and I long to one day see a woman's naked body, to see what a woman's breasts and genitals look like.

I observe women every day, but I've found that none of the women I've seen surpass my mother in beauty and charm.

I've always admired my mother, but from this point on, I gradually began to see her as the object of my sexual fantasies. I also secretly admire my mother's beautiful, delicate face, her slender yet voluptuous figure, and her fair, smooth skin. I especially love her large, expressive, dark, naturally shy, and bright eyes, especially when she's excited, her long eyelashes fluttering up and down, incredibly alluring. I find my mother's every smile and gesture incredibly captivating. I often imagine the color and shape of her body beneath her clothes… I long to see her naked one day.

However, my mother always dresses very conservatively; aside from her long, slender legs and delicate arms in the summer, nothing else is visible. Moreover, my mother has always been very dignified, virtuous, and elegant. Although she loves me very much, she has never flirted with me casually. Therefore, I have never had any improper thoughts about my mother.

My mother has many friends and often goes out in the evenings for social events and celebrations. If my father is home, he accompanies her. Since my father went abroad, my mother has gone alone.

Because my mother is so beautiful and looks so young, she attracts a lot of attention and is often harassed and assaulted by hooligans and delinquents. Once, she was almost gang-raped by several thugs, but fortunately, a patrolling police officer discovered her and saved her from humiliation. From then on, I accompanied my mother every time she went out, and at dances, she only danced with me and never with other men. According to my mother, it was to avoid misunderstandings and trouble.

One day, I accompanied my mother to a friend's birthday dance party. My mother was dressed very beautifully, wearing an apricot-yellow sleeveless silk blouse, a rose-red short jacket, and a woolen skirt of the same color as the jacket. Her long, slender legs were covered with flesh-colored pantyhose. Her eyebrows were lightly painted, her makeup was light, and her hair was styled in a high bun, making her look even more youthful and beautiful.

For more than two hours at the dance party, I danced with my mother the whole time—quickstep, slow waltz, cheek-to-cheek, swaying… My mother and I were both very excited. My mother, after all, was a dancer, and her dancing was graceful, her steps light and nimble. My mother and I quickly became the center of attention at the dance party. Many times, others stopped dancing to watch us twirling and dancing in the hall, which made me feel extremely proud.

When my mother and I danced cheek-to-cheek, our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt my mother's breasts against my chest, firm yet soft. My heart fluttered, and I unconsciously tightened my arms around her waist. Just then, Mom's head was resting on my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, "Mom, don't we look like a couple in love?" Mom blushed, hugged my waist tightly, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"

I said, "Mom loves me very much, and I love Mom very much too. Does that count as being in love?"

Mom chuckled, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, "Mom loves you too, but our love is just that of a mother and son. Lovers' love is similar to the love between husband and wife. Mother-son love is simply a connection of emotions; but lovers' love, besides emotional fusion, also involves a physical union. Do you understand?"

"Mom, do you have a lover?"

"No!" Mom smiled sweetly, her cheeks instantly turning red.

Her head slowly moved away from my shoulder, her gaze fixed on my eyes. Suddenly, she said softly, "Zhizhi, you're so beautiful! I used to only see you as a son, but when you mentioned lovers, I tried to look at you through that lens. I found you handsome, tall, and refined, understanding and kind. Your eyes are bright and captivating, truly the ideal lover for any woman! If I weren't your mother, I might have actively pursued you and become your lover!"

I whispered, "Mom, let's be lovers! That way, Mom will have a husband and a lover, two men loving you—how wonderful!"

My mother blushed again, glanced at me, and said, "How can a mother be her son's lover? You are the apple of my eye, the person I love most in the world, even more than your father." She kissed me on the cheek.

Just then, the lights at the ball suddenly dimmed, until it was almost pitch black.

"Mom, why did the lights suddenly go out?" I asked.

“This is a part of every ball, a dreamy moment arranged for lovers.”

“What do lovers do then?”

Mom didn’t answer immediately. She rested her head on my shoulder, pressed her face close to mine, and whispered with a coquettish laugh, “Alright, then let you experience it! We can be ball lovers for five minutes! Don’t think of me as your mother now, but imagine I’m your lover, a girl you like. Love between a man and a woman, she’s already throwing herself at you! What are you going to do?” As she spoke, she tightened her grip on my waist with one hand, and wrapped her other arm around my neck. A surge of warmth filled me; I also wanted to experience being with a lover, so I hugged Mom tightly around the waist. I felt Mom’s two hard breasts pressing against my chest. My hand, which had been on Mom’s shoulder, moved to her neck, and I whispered, “Mom, can I kiss you?”

My mother chuckled softly, "Of course! We're lovers now! In the dark, lovers can do anything!" She turned her face towards me. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could clearly feel her tilted head, her pursed lips, and the fragrant breath that wafted onto my face with her even breathing. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, then her forehead, cheeks, ears, chin…

"Mmm! Ugh!" my mother hummed a few times. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips, then gently licked my teeth, tongue, and palate.

I had never been in contact with a woman before, let alone kissed, so everything was new. So, I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth and rummaged around with it.

My mother grunted, pushed me away, and whispered, "Don't just rummage around like that, be gentle, a little lighter. Feel the movements of my tongue in your mouth. That's what makes it romantic!" She then stuck out her little tongue and performed in my mouth for a while.

I'm a very clever child, so I learned it quickly. I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining in and out of our mouths.

My mother was very emotional; one hand stroked and kneaded my back, and even pinched my buttocks a few times. I couldn't help but gently stroke her back and round buttocks with one hand as well.

I heard my mother moan softly, seemingly enjoying herself. She hugged me tighter, her full breasts rubbing against mine.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together from head to toe, and my penis, which had somehow become erect, pressed against my mother's lower abdomen. She felt it too, and whispered, "What's so hard? It's making my stomach uncomfortable!" As she spoke, she reached down and grasped my penis through my pants.

"Oh! So big and so hard! You little rascal, don't think like that!" She tried to move it away, but it bounced back as soon as she pushed it aside. Helpless, my mother had no choice but to let it press against her. I felt her tiptoe, lowering her head to below her abdomen. Because she was landing on her tiptoes and was unsteady, her body pressed even closer to mine.

We hugged and kissed, our hands caressing each other, our bodies rubbing against each other…

The lights gradually brightened. My mother pushed me away with a soft gasp, whispering, “Okay! Don’t let anyone see, that’s enough!” We resumed our normal routine and danced a slow waltz.

My mother’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with shyness, making her look incredibly beautiful and captivating.

She smiled and whispered, “Zhizhi, have you experienced what it’s like to be lovers?”

I said, “It’s so cozy! Mom, can we continue being lovers when we get back?”

“No!” my mother said coquettishly, “How can a son be a lover with his mother! I was just using the changing lights here to show you what lovers do at this time, just to add a little fun.”

After that experience, I realized that my image of my mother had completely changed. She was no longer just my mother, but a beautiful woman I loved very much.

I stared intently at my mother, finding her so beautiful and captivating, so alluring and mesmerizing. Why hadn't I noticed her beauty before! I longed to embrace her tightly and kiss her passionately again. I even yearned to make love to her, to marry her!

Just as I was lost in these fantasies, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, "Zhizhi, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that, like a little pervert? It's embarrassing!"

I said, "Mom, I wish you were my wife!"

"Nonsense!" My mother slapped my back. "Don't daydream!"

"Mom, I only realized how incredibly cute you are after we were lovers for a while!"

My mother ignored me, her face turning bright red as she turned her head away.

"Ah! Mom is absolutely gorgeous, a natural beauty, a masterpiece of God!" I continued to whisper my praise in her ear, and then quietly kissed her earlobe.

My mother trembled slightly, looked up at me shyly, then lowered her head, pressed her face against my chest, and whispered, "My dear child, please don't say anymore, it's making my heart pound! Let's keep dancing."

I noticed that my mother was holding me even tighter, and I could clearly feel her two hardened nipples pressing against my chest.

Today, my mother's behavior was unlike her usual dignified and solemn demeanor; she seemed exceptionally warm and charming, and easily embarrassed, blushing frequently, a vibrant and alluring red. Especially when she looked at you with those shy eyes, oh my, it was absolutely mesmerizing! I really wanted to devour her whole!

II. The dance

party was followed by a cocktail party. My mother was particularly happy today and drank quite a bit of wine, even walking a little unsteadily. I had to drive her home. When

we arrived, my mother, under the influence of alcohol, fell asleep in the car, and I couldn't wake her by calling or shaking her. So, I had to carry her out of the car and back to her room. I've never hugged anyone before, let alone my mother. She's quite tall, but because she's slender, she only weighs 52 kilograms, so she doesn't feel heavy at all when I hold her.

At this moment, my mother was completely asleep, her delicate body supple and boneless. I supported her with my hands around her waist and the back of her legs, her legs dangling down, her head tilted back, her long, snow-white neck stretched out, and one arm hanging down as well.

After going upstairs, I placed my mother on the bed and took off her outer clothes and stockings. It turned out that my mother was only wearing a pink three-piece bikini under her coat and shirt. Because the bikini was semi-transparent, my mother's high breasts, deep cleavage, snow-white neck, flat stomach, and long, beautiful legs were all clearly visible. Especially her mons pubis and the faint pubic hair, which stirred my heart and made me almost unable to control myself. I kissed my mother's lips for a while, and then boldly kissed each of her three high bulges through her clothes, before covering her with a sheet and leaving.

Lying in bed, my emotions were still running high. My mother's snow-white skin and exquisite figure kept flashing through my mind. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked!

The next day was Sunday, and my mother didn't get up until ten o'clock.

Seeing her come out of her room, I called out, "Good morning, Mom!"

"Good morning, son!" my mother replied, then smiled and said, "I drank too much yesterday, I don't even remember how I got home! Zhizhi, did you help me back?"

"Mom was completely drunk and slept soundly in the car. When I got home, I tried calling and shaking you, but you wouldn't wake up. I carried you back to your room."

"Wow! I'm so sorry to have my son carry me! I'm so heavy, can you even lift me?" my mother said affectionately, putting her arm around my waist.

"Not at all, I can lift you easily. See for yourself!" With that, I picked my mother up and spun her around the room.

"Ah! Put me down! You're making me dizzy!" my mother cried out, struggling.

I gently put my mother down. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face against my chest, and said breathlessly, "My son has grown up so much, he's so strong!"

"Mom, your body is so beautiful!" I said, beaming.

"What?" My mother looked up at me, puzzled.

"I saw you naked! You're so beautiful!" I said, a little too proudly.

"When did you see it?" My mother's pretty face flushed slightly.

“Mom usually dresses very conservatively, so of course I can’t see your body clearly. Last night, Mom drank too much. After I carried you back to your room, I took off your outer clothes and saw you wearing a three-point bikini. Mom’s figure was so slender and voluptuous, with a full and curvaceous figure and skin as white as snow. Ah, it was absolutely beautiful!”

“Ah! So you took off my clothes! I thought I took them off myself. I’m so confused. I usually don’t wear underwear to bed, just pajamas. Then I thought I must have drunk too much yesterday and didn’t even remember how I got home or into my room. I guess I fell asleep before I could take off all my clothes and put on my pajamas!”

“I didn’t know Mom’s habits. Next time, I will definitely take off all your clothes and put on your pajamas before putting you to bed. That way, I can still admire Mom’s beauty…!”

“Zhizhi, you mustn’t do that to Mom!” Mom said a little embarrassedly, coquettishly, “Zhizhi, you mustn’t have any improper thoughts about Mom! Mom is Mom, and she can’t be treated like an ordinary woman!”

“But Mom’s body is truly a masterpiece of God, an absolute beauty! Don’t you know how beautiful you are?”

“Of course I know! Do you need to tell me?” Mom was a little angry.

I stepped forward, put my arms around Mom’s waist, and said playfully, “Please don’t be angry, Mom. I misspoke earlier. Actually, Mom is an ugly duckling!”

Mom chuckled and slapped my cheek, saying, “Naughty boy!”

I continued to hug Mom’s waist and said, “Mom, can we be lovers a little longer?”

“No!” Mom scolded coquettishly, pushing away my embrace with both hands. Of course, Mom wasn’t as strong as me. I put one arm around Mom’s fair neck and kissed her cherry lips.

“Stop! In broad daylight, be careful someone sees us!” Mom shouted.

“No, Mom, the door is locked. Someone will ring the doorbell!” I said, continuing to kiss her.

She panicked and tried to push me away, shouting “No!” and swaying her head from side to side to avoid my kiss. Later, perhaps seeing my persistence, or perhaps because she was exhausted, she stopped struggling and let me hug and kiss her without moving.

Later still, instead of resisting, Mom became more passionate, wrapping her arms around my waist and actively using her tongue to kiss me, gradually emitting soft moans. She

only pushed me away when she was breathless from my kisses. She said shyly in a low voice, "Okay! You've made me weak all over! You naughty boy, are you hungry? Go back to your study and do your homework, Mom is going to make you some food."

From that day on, I often asked to hug and kiss Mom. Thankfully, Mom no longer refused, letting me kiss her as I pleased.

I guess her thinking was: since I've already kissed her, a few more kisses won't make a difference, so she no longer had any reservations. And I noticed that Mom was particularly engrossed in each kiss.

Sometimes, Mom would even initiate the hug and kiss.

My analysis: My mother, after all, is still a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply desires intimacy and affection from men. With my father away for extended periods, she naturally experiences sexual frustration with no outlet, which must be very painful. Initially, when I wanted to be intimate with her, she undoubtedly longed for it deep down; this was evident from her enthusiasm, initiative, and involvement when she asked me to temporarily play the role of her lover at the dance. However, due to reason, she dared not act inappropriately with her own son, repeatedly suppressing and controlling herself. But once I held her in my arms, she was quickly conquered by my passion and strength, infected by my masculinity, and soon lost her reason, her mind going completely blank, leaving only the pleasure of contact with a man… From then on,

my mother no longer avoided me, sometimes even wearing very sexy clothes at home.

One day, it was particularly hot, and the air conditioner was broken, making both my mother and I unbearably hot. I was only wearing briefs, while my mother was still wearing many clothes, all of which were soaked with sweat. I urged my mother to take off her outer garments. She said she was too embarrassed and insisted on not taking it off.

I said, "Mom, take off your coat, I'm afraid you'll get sick from the heat. Anyway, there are no strangers at home, don't be shy!"

"Don't forget you're a grown man now! How can I be naked in front of you?" Mom said.

"Mom has so many rules! But I've already seen you in a bikini! Look at you again, you still look the same!" I tried to persuade her further.

Mom thought for a moment and said, "That's true, you've already seen it. Okay then, I really can't stand the heat anymore." Saying that, she took off her coat, leaving only her pink bikini.

"Wow! Mom looks even prettier standing up in a bikini than lying down!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You little rascal! I'll spank you!" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and lightly slapping my bottom twice with the other.

I took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her.

Mom struggled, saying, "No, it's so hot, I'm covered in sweat!"

Naturally, I didn't want to let her go, so I hugged her even tighter, kissing her face, lips, and neck passionately.

She gradually stopped struggling and let me kiss her. Later, I simply picked Mom up, walked to the sofa, sat her on my lap, and continued kissing her.

This time, we were lovers for two hours. When we separated, we were both drenched in sweat. Mom, panting, got off my lap, pinched my ear, and said sweetly, "You little rascal, you've made my whole body feel weak!"

While Mom went to shower, I noticed a puddle on my leg. I initially thought it was Mom's sweat, but when I touched it, it felt sticky and didn't seem like sweat. Then I realized: Mom must have been aroused during our intimacy, secreting vaginal lubrication. This was something I learned from books.

Since that experience, Mom often wears only a bikini at home, no longer avoiding me. That's how women are. Once they've revealed a secret part of their body to a man (even if forced or unwillingly), they won't be so reserved next time. Deep down, they probably think: "I've already revealed it to him." I think this is probably related to women's desire to show their beauty to men.

Once, my mother published a book on dance theory. It was beautifully printed, with over twenty photos of her dancing on stage, each one stunningly beautiful. She was overjoyed. As soon as she got home, she excitedly told me the good news and sat on my lap, showing me those charming old photos. She introduced each one, and I was full of praise for every single one. Hearing my praise, my mother was especially excited, hugging me and kissing me passionately and fervently.

Infected by my mother's enthusiasm, I returned the favor by kissing her cherry lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck wildly... Under my passionate kisses, my mother closed her eyes and nestled in my arms, her body limp and boneless, emitting moans as if she were intoxicated.

That day, for the first time, I secretly touched my mother's body through her clothes, rubbing her firm breasts and round, tight buttocks. One hand gradually slipped under her skirt from her calf to her thigh. My mother seemed completely unaware, offering no objection whatsoever. Only when I pinched her nipples did she become unusually excited, arching her chest and twisting her waist, crying out "Oh!... You're pinching me so hard!... You naughty boy... I've loved... playing with Mom's nipples since I was breastfeeding... Ah... It's so tingly and numb... It feels completely different from when you touched me as a child... Ah..."

"Mom, does it feel good to pinch you like this?"

"Oh! It feels good... but also very uncomfortable... It's an indescribable feeling... You... stop... If you keep doing this... I... can't take it anymore..."

At that moment, my hand, wandering on my mother's thigh, felt a strange sensation: it seemed as if some sticky liquid was flowing from the edge of her panties. I really wanted to slip my fingers inside her panties to touch my mother's genitals, but I didn't have the courage.

My fingers stopped moving, but continued kissing her cherry lips and cheeks. My mother nestled in my arms, eyes closed, and gradually fell asleep, her rosy face beautiful.

I deduced that she was completely immersed in the joy of her success, reason had no place in her mind; and my caresses had actually fueled her excitement and passion. Therefore, she had no defenses against my advances.

It was already dark, so I picked up the remote control from the sofa and turned on the living room lights. My mother was still in my arms, sleeping so soundly. I quietly lifted her skirt to peek under it. I saw that she was wearing a small, pink thong, her mons pubis high and round like a small bun, with a few pale yellow pubic hairs peeking out from the edge. The bottom of the thong was already soaked. I really wanted to remove that small piece of fabric to see what was really there, but I didn't have the courage. I could only place my palm on that bulge and caress it for a while.

My stomach was growling loudly, so I patted my mother's cheek and whispered, "Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"

My mother opened her beautiful eyes slightly and asked in a sweet voice, "What, did I fall asleep?"

"You've been asleep for an hour. My little sweetheart! I'm hungry, I should go cook!"

My mother glared at me and said coquettishly, "Get lost! Who's your little sweetheart!" Saying that, she struggled out of my arms and went to cook. But after standing up and taking a few steps, I heard her cry out, "Ouch!" and touch her genitals through her skirt.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.

"Why are you asking me! It's all your fault, you little rascal! You've made me all wet!"

"Mommy, I didn't spill any water on you! Let me see!" I pretended not to know and moved closer.

"Get away! You don't even know this, and you want to be my sweetheart!" My mother pushed me away.

I deliberately asked, "Mom, tell me! I really don't know."

Mom said in a low voice, somewhat annoyed, "Okay, I'll tell you something about sex: when a woman's libido is aroused, her vagina will secrete a lot of fluid, called vaginal fluid or love juice. Do you understand?"

"Mom, what's the use of vaginal fluid?" I asked, pretending not to know.

"A lubricant!" Mom answered without thinking, then suddenly realized she shouldn't have told me this, and said, "Hey, you're just a little kid, why are you asking this! You'll understand when you grow up and get married."

I asked again, "Mom, were you aroused just now?"

Mom blushed and said slowly, "Oh! You're such a handsome and charming man, which woman would be infatuated with you? Besides, just now you held me in your arms, kissing and touching me. Even with all my self-control, I couldn't resist your teasing! Do you think I wouldn't be overflowing with vaginal fluid?"

I was speechless at Mom's bluntness. It turned out Mom was infatuated with me! I didn't know what to say and just stood there dumbfounded.

Mom said, "Let you be hungry for a little longer! I'll go change my clothes first, then I'll cook."

Afterwards, I felt a little regretful: if I had continued to try and take off her clothes when Mom's passion reached its peak and she was in a daze that afternoon, she probably wouldn't have objected. If that were the case, I could have admired her genitals and breasts.

Alas! What a pity! I let go

of such a golden opportunity! I long for another chance like this!

IV. Mother-son intimacy

After a while, my penis was erect again, eager to display its prowess. So I gently stroked Mom's firm breasts and pulled one of her hands to my penis.

As soon as Mom's hand touched my penis, she let out an "Oh," and gripped it tightly, stroking it up and down.

I whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, was that exciting?"

She looked at me shyly, and after a long while, whispered, "Exciting!" Then she closed her eyes again.

"Sweetheart, do you want more?" I continued to ask.

She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a tender and alluring gaze, her expressive eyes filled with shyness and approval. Then she smiled shyly, nodded gently at me, and closed her eyes again.

"My little darling, tell me, do you still want it?" I wanted my mother to tell me herself that she wanted it.

She opened her beautiful eyes, propped herself up with her hands, looked at me shyly, and said weakly, "You little rascal!...It's already like this...I'm already yours...and you still ask!" My mother kissed my lips, speaking softly, and rested her head on my chest.

At this moment, my fingers were already inside her vagina, touching the firm "G" spot, circling it.

"Oh!" my mother cried out, her mouth half-open, trembling. Then, she threw herself into my arms and said, "Darling, I want it...give it to me...I can't hold back...hurry! Fuck me!"

"My little sweetheart! So good!" I praised, laying my mother's delicate body flat, spreading her legs, climbing on top of her, my hard penis entering her tender cave once again.

I held her neck with one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other, kissing and thrusting.

My mother's snow-white body rippled up and down with my thrusts, and gradually she moaned softly, then let out a soft murmur like a nightingale's song, and then she cried out incoherently: "...Ah...I...baby...son...Mom...oh...ah...harder...Mom feels so good...harder...fuck me to death...

" "Mom, why are you still calling me son? You're mine now!" "...As I worked, I said, "Why don't you call me...good husband..."

"I'm your mother...how can you...faster...ah...I'm coming again..."

I thrust even harder...

"You really are...good husband...harder..."

My mother sometimes called out her son's name, sometimes my name, and still called me her good husband. It seemed she was infatuated, completely lost in the moment, unable to distinguish who I was to her anymore, utterly immersed in the blissful pleasure of lovemaking.

She continued to moan, "...I...good...Mom...so good...faster...I'm coming again...ah...faster, son, hurry...dear daddy...ooh...I'm done..."

Her fourth orgasm seemed even more intense; she clung to me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her vagina unusually tight.

When her orgasm subsided, she lay limp on the bed like a drowsy person, her body as soft as a pile of mud, letting me manipulate and caress her.

Seeing her pitiful state under my efforts, I felt a nameless sense of pride and heroism. I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis was still erect inside her. I kissed her, my lower body moving slightly.

"Zhizhi...I need to...pee...go to the toilet..." My mother's beautiful eyes were closed, and she murmured softly, her voice gradually becoming more intermittent. But I understood: Mom needed to pee!

I got off her, trying to help her sit up. But she swayed and collapsed back onto the bed.

Ah! Poor Mom, she had no strength left.

What should I do? Mom needed to pee urgently!

On a whim, I picked her up. Her body lay limply across my arms, limbs and head drooping as if she were numb.

In the bathroom, I placed her on the toilet; her eyes were closed, and she swayed from side to side. I quickly supported her, letting her nestle in my arms.

Once the urinating stopped, I carried her back to the bedroom and put her on the bed. She was a little more awake then, slightly opening her eyes, looking at me, and whispering, "Zhi…you…"

I lay down beside her again, holding her close, letting her head rest on my arm, and said, "Mommy, is something wrong?"

She gently shook her head and closed her eyes again.

I kissed her, stroked her, and softly asked, "Mommy, are you tired?"

She slightly opened her eyes again, looked at me, and shook her head.

"Mommy, you're so beautiful!" I whispered, one hand still on her breast.

"Ah Zhi, you're so energetic... I've had five orgasms... I don't even have the strength to speak... Are you tired?" Mom gently stroked my face and whispered to me.

"Mom, I'm not tired at all, I haven't ejaculated yet. Feel it!" I took one of her hands and placed it on my erect penis.

Mom squeezed it tightly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and shyness: "Ah! It's so big!"

Her jade hand moved around on my penis, occasionally stroking the glans with her soft, smooth fingers, it felt very good.

"Mommy, I want to play a little longer, okay?"

"No! No more!" Her voice was low but firm.

"Mom, but, it feels so uncomfortable here!" My penis thrust harder in her hand.

“Good son, don’t do it again! What if you ejaculate inside me and get me pregnant!” Mom said with worried eyes. “How about this, I’ll help you release.” Saying this, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and licked my glans with her small, red tongue. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed my thick, long penis completely.

I saw that Mom’s cherry-like mouth was stretched so wide it looked like it was about to tear, and I felt a pang of heartache as I pulled my penis out of her mouth. I cried out, “Mom, don’t do this! It’s painful for you, and it’s uncomfortable for me too.”

“Zhizhi, your thing is too big, my mouth really can’t hold it!” Mom said sullenly, then helplessly lay back down, silent and still, quietly watching me.

I said, “Mom, let me play one more time.”

She glanced at me shyly, neither objecting nor agreeing, just closing her eyes.

I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, thinking this would allow me to penetrate deeper.

My mother's body rose and fell with my thrusts, and gradually, intermittent moans escaped her throat. Then, her body twisted, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her head swaying from side to side, as if she couldn't bear it any longer. About twenty minutes later, my mother cried out loudly: "...Son...you've pierced my uterus...oh...oh...Mom's going to heaven...ah...you...how...so strong..."

"Ah...Mommy...you're so tight...Mom, I'm going to cum too!"

"Ah...no, son...ah, today is...the fertile period...ah! Pull it out quickly...we can't have a child...ah..."

But my mother clung to me almost frantically, her uterus sucking so hard that I couldn't pull out at all.

"Son...don't cum inside...oh...I'm going to come..." she screamed.

“Mom, you’re squeezing me so tight… your uterus is gripping me so tightly… I can’t pull out…” I said, continuing to thrust violently, faster and harder.

“Son… I… I can’t control myself… ah… harder… please don’t stop…”

“Mom… what should I do…” I thrust harder.

“Son… God… ah…” My mother’s vagina sucked my penis violently again. Oh, a hot current soaked my shaft… making me unable to hold back my ejaculation.

“…Mom… I can’t hold back… ah…” My body trembled repeatedly. I finally ejaculated completely into my mother’s uterus, my body went limp, and I climbed on top of her.

“Ah!” My mother cried out, reaching orgasm at the same time! I saw her body trembling, her two jade arms tightly hugging me, her vagina rhythmically twitching a dozen times. Then, her hands loosened, and she collapsed limply onto the bed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed.

We were both exhausted, and we slept in each other’s arms for four hours. When I woke up, Mom was probably already awake. I was still holding her in my arms. Seeing that I was awake, she stroked my face and said, "Zhizhi, you're awake!"

"Mom, were you awake early?"

"I was awake a long time ago, but I didn't dare move so as not to wake you."

"Mom, I love you so much!" I said excitedly, kissing her lips at the same time.

She pushed me away and said, "Zhizhi, we're so foolish."

"Mom, is it comfortable to make love with me?" I asked, stroking her breasts.

"Of course it's comfortable!" she answered excitedly.

"Then why do you say we're foolish?" I asked.

"We're mother and son, we can't make love!"

"Mom, men and women have feelings and desires, and achieving physical and mental pleasure through intercourse is such a wonderful thing! Mother and son are also men and women of flesh and blood, with feelings and desires between them, so why can't we make love?" I asked righteously.

"Probably because they're afraid that inbreeding might produce deformed offspring," Mom murmured.

“Then we can forgo having offspring! Think about it, the biggest difference between animal mating and human intercourse is that humans have emotions. Sexual intercourse only occurs when the feelings between a man and a woman reach a passionate stage; and the most sincere love in the world is the love between a mother and child. If we break the ancient rules and do as we please, then the enjoyment gained from mother-child intercourse will surely be the most wonderful! Mom, did you enjoy it when we made love just now?”

“I’ve never enjoyed it so much…” A strange light shone in her eyes.

I asked, “Mom, did you and Dad ever enjoy it this much when you made love?”

She gently shook her head: “Your father isn’t as capable as you, and he’s very selfish, only caring about his own release, never caring whether I’m satisfied. Every time we’re intimate, he always finishes in a few minutes, leaving me feeling half-dead… Sigh, don’t mention him…” Her eyes were filled with sorrow.

“Ah, poor Mom. Mommy, do you love me?”

“Son, Mommy loves you so much!” She was very excited, hugging me tightly and pressing her face against my chest.

"Mom, did what I just said make sense?" I asked her, seizing the opportunity.

"I was so moved by your analysis, and I completely agree. You've removed my psychological barrier. Darling, I'm completely yours now! My little darling, I'm yours!" Mom's eyes were filled with passion as she spoke.

Then, she added softly, "But, you mustn't let your father or anyone else know about this. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for us!"

"Ah! Mom is so understanding and considerate! From now on, I'll make love with you every day and give you pleasure, so you won't have to masturbate." My hand reached down again, and a finger slipped into her vagina. I felt her hand grasp my now-erect penis.

"Zhizhi, I never thought Mom would really become your lover!"

"How wonderful! Mom! Don't you want to?"

"Yes! I'm so happy!" Mom answered readily.

"Mom, do you know, I've loved you for a long time! I've observed many women, but none can compare to you. You're my dream lover! Have you ever thought about making love with me before?" I asked, kissing her affectionately.

"I didn't before, but I thought about it later!" Mom said softly, a little embarrassed.

"When did

it start?" "At the dance that day! Your charm really captivated me. I thought to myself, if only Zhizhi could be my lover! In a moment of impulse, I couldn't help but take advantage of the dim lighting to hug and kiss you. After that, I often thought about you, and every time I saw you, my heart was filled with passion. Several times, I even made love to you in my dreams. You really became my dream lover! I never thought my dream would come true! Ah! Zhizhi, my precious son, my little lover! I'm so happy!"

Mom said impulsively, her hand quickening its stroking motion. Then, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and took the large glans into her mouth

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The next day at noon, I returned home from school, and Mom was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home! The teacher has a meeting this afternoon, so there's no school," I announced to Mom from afar.

Mom turned to look at me affectionately, her eyes so bright, full of joy, yet tinged with a touch of shyness. She smiled gently and said, "Sweetie, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Then she gave me a wink before turning back to continue cooking.

"Mom, what are you making?" I asked as I walked towards her.

"I made six dishes, all your favorites," she said, glancing at me.

"What's the occasion? Why are you making so much good food?"

Mom blushed, lowering her head and whispering, "You've worked so hard, Mom wants to make sure you're well-nourished."

I hugged her from behind, my hands covering her breasts, and kissed her neck, saying, "Mom, I've been thinking about you all morning!"

"What's there to miss?" Mom was clearly moved, her voice trembling slightly.

"Thinking of Mom's beauty, of her alluring figure in bed, her soft, moist vagina throbbing during orgasm... Mom, I really want to stop class and come back to you right now!"

"Oh! Stop talking! It's so embarrassing!" Mom's neck turned bright red, and she covered her face with her hands.

"Mom, give me a kiss!"

"You little rascal, can't you see I'm cooking?" Her voice was coquettish, trembling, and gentle.

"No! Kiss me first!" I insisted, reaching out to turn off the stove.

Helplessly, Mom turned around, gazing adoringly into my eyes. She pressed her face against my chest, her two delicate, lotus-root-like arms encircling my waist, and whispered sweetly, "You little rascal! Last night, I was naked in your arms, kissed, touched, and made love to you all night long. And this morning you clung to me twice more. Isn't that enough?"

"My little princess! How could I be enough in front of such a beautiful, charming, and graceful woman like you? My little lover, I'll never be enough!"

"But it's daytime now, how can we..." Mom looked up at me shyly.

"It's alright, God didn't say that men and women can only be intimate at night! My little lover, my darling, I can't wait!"

With that, I lowered my head and kissed Mom's cherry lips.

Mom extended her tender little tongue, licking my lips.

The long kiss made Mom moan incessantly, her whole body trembling, her breathing rapid. Her hands braced herself on the table from behind, her high, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath.

My lips moved from her cherry lips to her pink neck, and then to her breasts. The opening of her nightgown was large, exposing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. My lips roamed between her neck and chest, kissing my mother's delicate body until she trembled. Her waist was supported by my hands, and her upper body slowly leaned back, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I bit the ribbon at her waist and pulled hard, and the nightgown opened.

"Wow! So Mom is only wearing a nightgown, not even a bikini, she's going commando!" I exclaimed.

"Is this comfortable?" she said in a coquettish voice.

"Are you waiting to make love with me?" I asked teasingly.

"No way! I've never liked wearing clothes, I always sleep naked at night. Before I had you, I didn't like wearing clothes during the day either, your father liked me walking around the house naked." she argued.

"But I remember Mom was always very conservative when it came to clothes!"

"Since having you, I've gradually gotten used to wearing clothes during the day, afraid you'll see." Mom said softly.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes again today?"

"You're naughty! You know perfectly well! We've already...we've already...oh well, never mind! Anyway, you're not afraid of seeing us!"

"Ah! My sweetheart! You're so understanding!" I praised.

"Mmm—" she murmured sweetly.

“I also love it when you walk around the house naked. From now on, don’t even wear pajamas, okay?”

“Okay! Oh, kiss me quickly, I feel so uncomfortable!”

My mouth roamed over those two snow-white mounds, sucking and biting.

Mom [first published ss52ss] twisted her waist, her head swaying from side to side, her moans growing louder, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with adoration, filled with allure, charm, and thirst.

“Darling…hold me tight…I…can’t stand up anymore…” came in broken murmurs.

I helped her remove her pajamas, and Mom instantly became a naked Venus, her skin appearing even whiter, smoother, and more tender in the daylight.

As I removed my own clothes, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands. A clever idea struck me; I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, straightening her legs, putting Mom in a doggy-style position.

I saw a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing from my mother's vagina, so I grasped her plump buttocks with both hands and thrust my penis into her vagina from behind.

"Oh... ah..." Her plump buttocks spasmed, the pressure of my penis penetrating deep into her throat, causing her head to arch back, her mouth half-open.

"You've swallowed it all the way in..." I exclaimed excitedly.

I slowly thrust in and out.

"Oh..." The huge penis created a strong pressure as it went in and out of the narrow vagina. However, the surge of ecstasy at this moment made my mother enter a state of ecstasy.

I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet, and the vigorous thrusting made her drooping, snow-white breasts sway.

I thrust again, and my mother's body was different from before; the tender flesh inside her vagina wrapped around my penis.

"Ah... it's coming..." My mother felt a strong pleasure in her lower abdomen, which swelled up more and more. She was going crazy too.

My breathing became rapid, and the speed of my thrusting increased.

At this moment, Mom reached her first climax, collapsing weakly to the ground, her body still writhing.

I picked up Mom's naked body and carried her to the living room, placing her on the sofa. Her

naked, delicate body tossed and turned on the sofa.

I caressed and sucked her entire body, teasing her labia majora and minora with my tongue, especially her lovely clitoris. This made Mom moan repeatedly as she twisted her waist: "Ah...so empty...I want...give me...push hard into my little hole..."

This was precisely what made Mom so adorable: extremely sensitive! With just a little teasing, she became passionate, alluring, and charming, her desire rising uncontrollably.

Seeing that the time was right, I quickly lifted one of her legs and placed it on the back of the sofa. I saw the streams of love juice flowing from her little fleshy hole, and excitedly thrust my penis all the way in.

"Oh!" Mom cried out softly.

I thrust more than five hundred times, finally ejaculating inside Mom, who was in a state of blissful ecstasy.

After Mom's trembling from her orgasm subsided, I picked her up and let her sit on my lap. I stroked her smooth skin and whispered, "Mom, were you comfortable?"

She smiled shyly, nodded gently, pressed her face against my chest, and said weakly, "You made Mom feel so good, so incredibly good... Honestly, doing this in broad daylight, I'm so embarrassed!... Even your father never made love with me during the day... But I think making love during the day is more stimulating than at night, it's an indescribable feeling... You've made all my bones feel soft... I don't have the energy to cook for you anymore."

I said, "Sweetie, you rest well, I'll go cook for you!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Baby, actually, you're more tired than me!" Mom said kindly.

"Mom, I'm not tired! Look!" I proudly held up my erect penis in front of her. "I'm still got plenty of energy!"

"Wow! Really! You're still young!" Mom exclaimed, giving my penis a few squeezes.

When I finished cooking and came to invite Mom to eat, I saw her lying naked on the sofa, breathing evenly, her high breasts and flat stomach rising and falling gently with her breath. She was sleeping so soundly. Mom had been intimate with me all night, not falling asleep until five in the morning, then went grocery shopping and cooking, and just now she had experienced her first daytime orgasm. She was indeed exhausted.

I remembered how she had looked so blissfully ecstatic and pitiful during our lovemaking, and I couldn't bear to wake her. So, I carried her upstairs, kissing her breasts as we went. I placed her on my bedroom bed.

I saw that her genitals and thighs were covered in stains; I knew it was a mixture of her vaginal fluid and my semen. So, I took a towel soaked in hot water and washed her. Mom didn't wake up, which showed how tired she was. Finally, I covered her flat stomach with a sheet, went to the kitchen to eat, and then returned to the bedroom to do my homework at the desk by the bed.

Mom slept until four o'clock in the afternoon.

I went to the bedside, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, you're awake. Get up and eat!"

Mom used her hands to support herself as she sat up, exclaiming softly, "Oh dear, it's all your fault! I'm still so weak! How can I eat?"

"Sweetheart, don't move. I put the food in the insulated container; I'll go get it." Saying this, she went downstairs and brought the food.

I carried and helped my naked mother to the table. But as soon as I let go of her waist, she swayed and almost fell. I quickly caught her and pulled her into my arms.

"Oh! I'm so weak; I don't even have the strength to sit!" she cried weakly.

So I picked up my mother's naked body and let her sit across my lap, nestled in my arms. I fed her spoonful by spoonful.

"Little princess! Is it delicious?" I asked playfully.

"Mmm! The little prince's cooking is so delicious! Feed me quickly! I'm starving!" my mother said sweetly, eating with such relish, finishing three bowls of rice in a row.

I urged her to eat some more.

"Oh! I really can't eat anymore. Don't believe me? Feel my belly! It's almost round!" my mother exclaimed.

I gently stroked her flat, slightly protruding belly; it was so soft and smooth to the touch. I laughed, "Wow, this little belly is quite big! You must be pregnant with my baby!"

"You're naughty! I won't be pregnant with your baby!" she said, half-seriously and half-coquettishly, lightly pounding my chest with one hand and squirming in my arms.

Only when I kissed her rosy lips did she quiet down.

After the passionate kissing stopped, Mom yawned and said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep more!"

I carried her to bed and said, "Little princess, have a good sleep! Recharge your energy for tonight's battle!"

"Mmm—" Mom murmured sweetly, her voice clear and sweet. She lightly pounded my chest with her little hands, complaining, "Mmm…no more! Who wants to fight with you! Your little sweetheart is about to be killed by you!"

I said, "Mom, you go to sleep, I'll go do my work."

"No way! You take off your clothes and hug me while you sleep! You can leave after I fall asleep!" She held onto my hand tightly. So

I did as she said. Once she was breathing evenly, I quietly left her to continue my homework.

Mom slept until seven o'clock.

The evening was still hot and humid. Mom and I swam naked in the swimming pool at home for half an hour. After showering, we walked hand-in-hand to the rooftop, each wearing only a towel.

The rooftop was actually a sky garden, with pavilions, winding railings, flowerbeds, stone paths, sculptures, and fountains—it was beautifully decorated. The night was incredibly beautiful; the sky was cloudless, the moon was bright, the stars were numerous, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Faced with such a beautiful view, we were both completely captivated, and couldn't help but snuggle together, kissing softly. Two bath towels fluttered to the ground.

I had my mother lean against the railing and forcefully lifted her left leg.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, my mother lost her balance, gripping the railing tightly behind her back.

"Here it comes..." I aimed my penis at my mother's vulva

and thrust in violently. "Ah...no...not on the balcony..." my mother cried out, shaking her head desperately. But with each powerful thrust, her lower body reacted sensitively, feeling an intense pleasure.

"Mmm...ah..." my mother let out a sweet moan, her breasts swaying with my movements. In her ecstasy, she involuntarily wrapped her arms around my neck.

I thrust in and out hundreds of times, and my mother's moans turned into involuntary screams, pleading, "Faster! Please...harder...faster..."

"Hehehe!" I sprinted with all my might. My mother tilted her head back, only able to stand on her tiptoes.

"Oh!" The continuous thrusts brought Mom to her peak in an instant. She cried out, her whole body convulsing.

But I continued thrusting relentlessly.

"Oh...it's coming again..." The intense thrusts sent wave after wave of orgasms through Mom, reaching climax several times before she fell into a semi-conscious state, her body still swaying back and forth in sync with my movements.

I grabbed Mom's buttocks with both hands, lifting her body up like that.

She felt like she was floating in the air, clinging to my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist...

I thrust my belly forward, strolling on the balcony. I would stop after two or three steps, bouncing up and down as I thrust, then stroll again.

At this moment, my huge penis penetrated even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The intense pressure caused Mom to open her mouth slightly, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white neck, struggling to breathe due to the continuous waves of orgasm.

"Little beauty, is it comfortable?" I asked as I thrust.

"So good..." she answered sweetly in a dazed tone.

"Sweetheart, want more?"

"Yes! I want more...faster..." Her legs wrapped around me, her face showing a wanton, climaxing expression.

After carrying my mother for about ten minutes, I went downstairs. With each step, I paused, and her body sank down due to inertia, my penis slamming deeply and heavily against her cervix, causing her to involuntarily let out a scream.

Back in the bedroom, I laid her on the bed on her back and made my final thrust. I grabbed her legs, spread them 180 degrees, and thrust my penis in and out continuously.

My mother, in her dazed state, seemed to still have the strength to respond to my attacks, raising her chest and twisting her snow-white buttocks.

"Oh...sweetheart...you're still squeezing tight!" I closed my eyes in ecstasy and launched a fierce onslaught.

"Ugh...ah...I'm done..." My mother made a sound that was hard to tell if it was crying or panting, rotating her beautiful buttocks in sync with the thrusting of my penis.

"Ah...oh..." The mucous membrane inside her vagina enveloped my penis, drawing it in forcefully.

I roared and ejaculated violently.

My mother's cervix felt the semen spray and she immediately reached the peak of orgasm. Countless orgasms left her breathless.

I pulled out my shrunken penis. My mother's brow remained limp, her snow-white body paralyzed on the bed.

...

That night, we made love in various positions until 3 a.m., and my mother had sixteen orgasms.

We were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

VI. A Perfect Couple

The next day was Sunday, and we slept until noon. When they woke up, they embraced and kissed, caressing each other for a while. Mom whispered sweetly, "My darling, how do you know so much! Last night on the balcony, you lifted one of my legs and made love while standing, then you carried me around while doing it, especially when we went down the stairs, you bumped into me with every step—oh my, it was so alluring, so exciting! Your father never did so many things before. Zhizhi, I really suspect you've been with many women with rich sexual experience! Tell me honestly, is that true?"

"Mom, I've never been with a woman before! You're my first woman! My sexual knowledge comes from two sources: pornographic films and obscene books."

"I've never seen those things, I've only heard about them. Zhizhi, what's in them?"

“Mom, those things are really like a high-class sex education school. They have pictures of female genitalia, secrets to arousing female libido, characteristics of female orgasm, how to seduce young girls into bed, how to seduce wealthy women, thirty sex positions, and so on… oh my, so many things, I can’t even list them all, they have everything. Mom, how about I take you to see them?”

Mom blushed and said sweetly, “No! I won’t look at those vulgar things!”

I knew that Mom actually wanted to see them, but she was just too embarrassed. So I continued to persuade her, saying, "Mom, if you consider sexual intercourse between men and women as vulgar, then there probably isn't a single decent person in the world! The sad thing is, people think about it in their hearts, but then curse it in public. This means people have no opportunity to exchange sexual experiences. But for the sake of pleasure, they want to find more sexual methods, so they have to figure it out little by little on their own. By the time they've gained some experience, they're already old. Mom, isn't that pitiful! Look at me, I've never had any contact with women before, but right from the start, I have more sexual experience than you, enough to be your sexual mentor, giving you immense enjoyment. Why? Because I've received systematic training in those things beforehand! And what I've collected is a compilation of the experiences of those who came before. Learning them allows you to immediately enter the kingdom of pleasure. Why go to such lengths when you can find it so easily?"

"What you say makes some sense, but… I'm still a little… embarrassed!" Mom said, her pretty face turning red again.

Seeing that the time was right, I took Mom's hand, and together we got out of bed and went to my room.

I helped my mother sit on the sofa and then turned on the VCR, putting on a short film of thirty different sexual positions. It was a live-action film with background music and narration.

I sat beside my mother and watched it with her. My mother leaned against me.

She watched intently, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling.

When the film was halfway through, my mother's body twisted and turned, and she let out intermittent moans.

I asked, "Mom, is it good?"

She excitedly said, "Ah, I never imagined there could be so many positions!"

I said, "This film is only showing fifteen positions so far, there are thirty in total. Another film I collected has even more, fifty positions!"

My mother looked up at me excitedly and kissed my lips. One of her hands was already holding my already very hard penis. Her body twisted and rubbed against me, no longer watching the film.

I knew that her desire had been ignited by the scenes in the film, and had reached a point where it was uncontrollable. My hands grasped her two soft breasts, kneading them sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely.

She flipped her legs over to face me, straddling my lap, hugging me, and lifting her hips to wiggle. I knew she wanted to imitate a position from the movie we'd just watched, so I guided my penis to her vaginal opening. She sat down, letting out a soft "Ah!", and began to move up and down.

That morning, we recreated twenty positions from the movie, experiencing immense pleasure.

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