Naked slutty mother

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I experienced sexual activity earlier than my peers. While they were still addicted to online games and browsing pornographic websites at 15 or 16, I had already had sexual experience for almost a year, and...
well, it wasn't that I developed earlier or "got it" earlier; it was just that I happened to encounter a "good thing" when I was 16.
My parents, in their early twenties, through hard work, diligence, and a good grasp of business opportunities, established their own logistics company in this city. Thanks to their skillful management, the company was quite profitable, and they made a small fortune, buying a house and a car.
After the Chinese New Year this year, after discussing it, they decided that my father would take the lead and open a branch in the capital city of a neighboring province to further expand the company's business. My father comes home every two months. My mother and I have been living together like this for about six months now.
Currently, my mother is the only one managing the company, and due to work, she often works very late. For the past six months, every night when my mother comes home, she drinks to relieve her boredom, whenever she has a spare moment. Because she has a very low alcohol tolerance, she gets drunk after only a little bit.
Cleaning up the mess on the coffee table in the living room and dragging my drunken mother back to the bedroom has become my daily routine. I'm not surprised at all that my mother has developed a drinking habit. Before this, she had always smoked. This may also be related to her carefree personality and her work environment, which is mostly male workers.
Every time my mother drinks, she gets completely drunk, and when she wakes up the next day, she often can't remember what happened after she got drunk the day before. If I ever find myself sleeping on the sofa after waking up, or if I haven't taken care of her or covered her with a blanket, I get a severe scolding from my mother. She often says things like, "I raised such a big son, and you don't even know how to care for your own mother." The person I'm most afraid of in the family is my mother; I'm like a mouse before a cat.
Every day, dragging my mother, who was completely drunk and a head taller than me, back to the bedroom was a real challenge for someone as short and still developing as me. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes from her breath always stung my face; it was unbearable, and I really didn't want to deal with it.
I'm naturally timid and a bit petty. Since I had to clean up after my mother's drunken messes every day, I inevitably started to feel resentful. But when I thought about how hard she worked for the family every day, I couldn't hold back my complaints. And whenever I was in trouble, the first person I thought of was my mother. She was like my guardian angel, a strong support for me.
Today was my birthday, and I invited three close classmates to my house to celebrate. I told my mother about it a day in advance. She promised to finish her work early and come home to celebrate with me, and even told me to invite more classmates over to make it more lively.
My house is very close to school, less than a 10-minute walk. On my way home, my three classmates, as usual, chatted about online games and some rather vulgar topics, sometimes gesturing wildly, sometimes excitedly. I was so engrossed in listening that I almost didn't notice them until we reached my front door. I pressed the intercom doorbell downstairs, and sure enough, my mom was home waiting for me as promised.
I opened the door and went upstairs, while my three lively friends continued their conversation, oblivious to everyone else. My mom was already standing at the door, welcoming my classmates and me. She had unusually short, ear-length hair, wore a black business suit, and sexy high heels. She exuded a queen-like aura, blowing smoke rings as she greeted my classmates first. Only then did the three of them realize they'd seen my mom, and they were all speechless, their mouths agape. After seeing my mom, they awkwardly followed me inside. Seeing their embarrassed state, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. They were all bragging on the way here, but they all shut up after seeing my mom's powerful aura.
I went to the table, and to my surprise, my mom had ordered a table full of dishes from the restaurant, with a birthday cake in the center that read "Happy Birthday, Hua Hua." Seeing this, I suddenly felt incredibly happy and blessed, my eyes welling up with tears. On one hand, I could eat and drink with my three best friends, and on the other hand, my most trusted mother was celebrating my birthday with me.
Just then, my mom received a call from work and left her seat, going to the balcony. The moment my mom left, these three guys exploded, crowding around me. Some excitedly grabbed my arms, others tried to strangle me with their arms…
“Wow, Hua Zi (my name), you have a sister? I’ve never heard you mention her before? She’s so beautiful.”
“The way she smokes is so cool, like a boss lady.”
“No, like a TV star. How come your sister is so tall? She has such a great figure and big breasts.”
My classmates’ lecherous nature was on full display. Seeing their excitement made me blush. I quickly waved my hand and explained, “This isn’t my sister, it’s my mom.”
Hearing this, the three of them were like they’d been injected with adrenaline, even more excited, their eyes wide and necks bulging.
“Really? You’re kidding, right?”
“I wish I had a mom that beautiful.”
“How come she’s so young? She looks completely different from my mom!”
They started chattering away again…
I was already used to other people’s reactions. Speaking of my mom's appearance, from when I was in elementary school until now, in my final year of junior high, she seems to have aged without a trace. Since elementary school, many people have mistaken her for my older sister. And whether it's work or attending weddings, I've never seen her wear makeup; she's always bare-faced, which actually suits her tomboyish personality.
Just then, my mom came back from the balcony after finishing a phone call, and the three of them fell silent again. Seeing them all so timid and submissive, I couldn't help but want to laugh. My mom started urging everyone to eat.
"Don't be picky about food, eat more vegetables, Xiaohua. Look at you, you're so much shorter than your classmates." My mom, disregarding my feelings, brought up my sore spot in front of my classmates.
I could only express my "I know" through actions, stuffing more vegetable leaves into my mouth.
Then, my mom shifted her focus to others.
"You all need to eat more too. This is the time when you're growing, so read more books and play less video games." Unconsciously, my mom adopted the boss-like tone she uses when managing employees at work. Her slender fingers held a cigarette, and the way she exhaled smoke made her seem like a queen, even more so.
My mother continued lecturing me and the three of us while drinking, now exuding an aura of absolute dominance. My classmates, never having experienced anything like this, were completely intimidated, nodding incessantly in agreement with my mother like chicks pecking at rice. We all picked up our chopsticks and stuffed food into our mouths.
I ate my meal calmly, but felt even more smug. It turned out I wasn't the only one afraid of my mother; my classmates were terrified too. No wonder my mother could manage the company so well all by herself. However, based on my past experience, I could tell from my mother's tone that the alcohol was starting to take effect…
I thoroughly enjoyed the meal, but the three of them were quite suppressed. It seems everyone feels a little uncomfortable in front of such a powerful mother.
After hastily finishing their meal, they said goodbye to my mother and left without looking back, carrying their bags. After seeing them off downstairs, I came back and saw that my mom had opened another bottle of beer. She seemed happy today. Then, my mom started to sway as she walked towards the living room, taking off her clothes. Because my mom has a rather tomboyish personality, she doesn't care much about her appearance at home, especially in hot weather, and wears very little. So, when she sat down on the living room sofa, she was only wearing her underwear, watching TV and gulping down her beer.
Seeing the mess on the dining table that required my attention, I suddenly felt inexplicably angry. Every meal, I'm the one who has to clean up and wash the dishes. Today is my birthday, and my mom doesn't even offer to help. She just sits on the sofa watching mindless TV dramas, then gets completely drunk, and it's my turn to drag her back to the bedroom. Just thinking about it makes me furious.
Seeing that my mom was almost passed out, I took advantage of the fact that it's my birthday, and I'm the boss, plus the fact that she doesn't remember anything after drinking the next day. I loudly complained to my still-drinking mom, "It's my birthday, and you still want me to wash the dishes? You get drunk every day, can't you drink less?"
My mom's eyes and cheeks were flushed, and she leaned lazily against the sofa, mumbling, "I don't drink every day. I only drank today because it's your birthday. What do you know, kid? I need to relieve work stress with alcohol. Shouldn't I help my mom with housework? After you finish cleaning, go do your homework!" "
Under my mother's drunken ramblings and still domineering aura, I was defeated once again...
Chapter Two:
After finishing my homework, the first thing I did after leaving my room was to go to the living room. Sure enough, the TV was playing a program out of thin air, cigarette butts and bottles were scattered all over the coffee table, and my mother, unsurprisingly, was passed out on the sofa again. Faced with my mother like this, I really had no words to express my suffering.
I bent down and first helped my mother up and down from the sofa to the floor, then I squatted down and put one of my mother's arms on my..." I slowly rose from my mother's shoulders, pulling her up with me. I walked against the wall, one hand gripping her arm around my neck, the other tightly around her slender waist. I walked towards the bedroom, stopping and starting with each step. My mother was 1.70 meters tall, a height I envied, with an amazingly youthful face, an astonishingly large chest, a full figure, and a round bottom. Carrying such a "giant" like my mother was quite a burden for me, who was only 1.60 meters tall and thin.
"I'm not sleepy, where am I?" My mother was about to start rambling in my ear again.
Hearing my mother's drunken ramblings, I felt extremely depressed. Just thinking about having to clean the living room after settling my mother in made me irritable and unwilling to speak. I just wanted to get my mother to bed, and everything would be fine.
"I'm not drunk yet, I can still drink, let me go." My mother twisted her big bottom, trying to break free from my support.
Startled, I hugged my mother's soft body even tighter, quickly echoing her drunken ramblings: "Yes, yes, I'm not drunk yet, let's go to the bedroom and drink some more." I coaxed her like a baby.
"Look, we're almost at bed." I continued to soothe her, leading her to the bedside.
Just as I was about to put her on the bed, suddenly, her long leg hooked onto me, causing me to trip and fall onto the bed, my mother's body pressing firmly against mine. When I fell, I really thought I was going to be crushed to death by her, but thankfully, despite her weight, she was all fleshy, and I was unharmed. Her large, bouncy breasts pressed against my face, her smooth belly and fleshy thighs pressed tightly against me; on the contrary, I felt quite comfortable.
"Get off me! You're crushing me!" I could only shout at my mother, who was completely drunk.
My mom, jolted awake by the fall and my shout, seemed to sober up a bit. She groggily propped herself up slightly, took a step back, and ended up straddling me, her head level with mine.
Then, her eyes glazed over, she hiccuped, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss my face. Startled, I quickly turned away, but my somewhat clumsy mother failed several times; she was clearly drunk. Just then, I suddenly jolted, then froze completely—my mom's left hand, through my pants, gripped my penis and testicles tightly. My manhood was in her grasp; I was restricted. She
was using the pressure of her hand and her eyes to signal me not to move. My manhood was captured, and besides, my mom was the person I feared most in the house. I was too terrified to move. Then, my mother reached out her right arm and wrapped it around my head, her large breasts pressing against my heaving chest. She lowered her head again and kissed my lips. I froze, holding my breath, my heart pounding. Her hot breath, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, filled my mouth, while her grip on my penis and testicles remained tight. My mind went blank; time seemed to freeze. My most precious first kiss had been stolen by my mother, and it was a French kiss. Her tongue began to invade every inch of my mouth, finally intertwining with mine. My body felt like it was melting; I couldn't muster any strength.
Before, when I was at home, my fear of my mother was mainly psychological; now, my fear stemmed from the physical fear of having my manhood held so tightly in her grasp. A combination of psychological and physical fear converged at that moment, a nameless humiliation and indescribable terror surging into my heart. For me, barely 16 years old, this was an unbearable, soul-crushing torment. Helpless,
my first instinct was to think of the person who could help me—my mother. Unfortunately, the person holding my lifeline was my mother! My body and soul crumbled in an instant because of her. My heart felt as if it had skipped a beat, or perhaps it had stopped beating. I felt the world suddenly go silent. Just like that, my mother had forcefully conquered me. Because she is my mother! She gave me life, raised me, is the mother I know best, the one I rely on most, the one I fear most, and the one I love most.
The next moment, I disregarded everything else, becoming half-dead, like a puppet with broken strings, motionless, without resistance, without fear, completely at my mother's mercy. I closed my eyes, activating all my senses.
My mother's lips and tongue were so soft! I felt incredibly comfortable being kissed by her. Her hands were still rubbing my penis and testicles, and my breathing became rapid. A strange sensation spread throughout my body, and I felt a kind of "drunken" feeling. My penis began to grow thicker and larger in her hands. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and shame. This strange feeling was terrifying; I felt an urge to cry. My penis continued to grow thicker and larger as my mother played with it.
"What are you doing, Mom? Wake up! Look carefully, it's me! It's Xiaohua!" I broke free from my mother's lingering, wet kiss. My lips were pressed against hers, my eyes met hers, and my breath mingled with hers. I used all my strength to choke out to her.
My mother almost never wore glasses except when driving, and today she was extremely drunk. She seemed completely unresponsive to what I was saying.
"Mom?" After a moment, my mother repeated in a drunken murmur.
"What are you saying? I'm Shengnan! What, Jiajun, do you have an Oedipus complex?" Mom asked, her voice trembling with confusion.
"Jiajun?" I was startled, realizing something was terribly wrong. My mom was drunk and not wearing her glasses, and since my dad and I are practically identical, she was completely confusing us.
Looking at her unfocused eyes and her increasingly hot body, I mustered the last of my strength and shouted, "Get off me!"
Actually, what I really meant was, "Mom, get off me!"
Hearing this, Mom paused for a moment, then released my penis. Then, swaying slightly, she pulled down from my level position to my crotch, her hands slamming down on my pants and underwear, pulling them down to my calves. My penis was suddenly exposed, stiff and erect.
"I didn't tell you to return this..." I screamed in despair. Mom reached out and took control of my hard penis again. Her tone softened slightly, a change from her usual domineering manner, but she still said forcefully, "Haven't done this in a while, have you? I'll make you feel good."
Before I could react, Mom lowered her head and took my entire penis into her mouth. I instantly felt my penis enveloped in a warm, wet embrace, and I could even feel her hot breath on the skin around my penis. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, an unknown experience, completely different from the masturbation I had recently secretly learned. It made me, whose mind was already blank, almost moan with pleasure.
Mom completely ignored my reaction, buried her face in my crotch, wrapped her arms around my buttocks, each hand gripping one of my thighs, and began to suck and swallow my penis with all her might. Sometimes she would lick my glans with her tongue, sometimes making sucking sounds. What shocked me most was that because my mother swallowed so fast, my penis suddenly hit the back of her throat. Despite her gagging, she didn't stop at all, continuing to swallow and spit out my penis with complete concentration, diligently serving me with her mouth...
My mother's rapid swallowing and licking intensified the pleasure in my penis, an overwhelming sensation rapidly building up inside me.
"Oh no, I feel like I'm about to cum," I thought in alarm.
My mother realized what was happening, stopped, and spat out my penis.
"Want to cum, huh? I won't allow you to," my mother said in a scolding tone.
Hearing my mother say this, I was stunned.
"What! You won't allow it?"
Taking advantage of my distraction, my mother swallowed my entire penis again, shaking her head up and down, making the pleasure that had just subsided surge up again. At this moment, my penis was about to explode with pleasure. On my birthday night, nothing could be more wonderful than this! My mom controlled my rhythm, releasing my penis just as I was about to ejaculate, letting me catch my breath, repeating this over and over. I felt like my mom was driving me crazy.
"Why did it suddenly get so small after not doing it for a while? It's even covered by the skin." My mom released my penis, raised her head, and extended a finger to play with my half-exposed glans, caressing it closely.
After my mom finished her crazy ramblings, she lowered her head and started rubbing her face back and forth against my penis, looking incredibly lewd. At that moment, I mustered the last bit of strength I had gathered, mustered my courage, and looked up to meet my mom's blurry eyes. My mom sensed me looking at her, and she swayed her big, white buttocks, revealing her bright teeth, and extended her long, snake-like tongue to lick the surface of my penis, giving me a wicked smile, responding provocatively.
I was extremely shocked, my mouth agape, almost big enough to fit an egg. Seeing my mom now completely like a savage, and utterly wolfish! This mother was completely different from the decisive, intelligent, sharp, and queen-like figure I knew during the day.
"So hot, so hard," she shamelessly uttered lewd words. It turned out she had been using her face to measure the temperature and hardness of my penis. Seeing this stark contrast in her appearance sent chills down my spine, and my head felt like it was about to explode.
Was this really my mother? I imagined the mother I relied on during the day, the one who gave me security, the one I considered my guardian angel, and this mother—crouching beside my legs, swaying her plump buttocks, and sucking on my penis—was it the same person? I felt that my mother was both familiar and so strange. A surge of lust rose from the penis pressed against my mother's face, reaching my forehead. I jerked away the inexplicable thoughts, my heart filled with even greater panic. What was happening?
"Mom," I called out helplessly in a low voice, but the word "Mom" trembled and slurred out of my mouth.
Chapter Three.
After I called her, my mother seemed to receive some kind of command, as if she understood something. She mechanically and unsteadily stood up, supporting herself on my thigh. I wondered what would happen next, but to my surprise, my mother was about to strip off her only two pieces of clothing—a bra and panties—right in front of me. Once again, I was shocked by my mother's appearance; my jaw almost dropped.
First, her large, round breasts, freed from the bra, bounced before me like two big white rabbits. Two small nipples stood in the center of her pinkish-brown areolas; the shape of her breasts was exquisite. Lying on the bed, from my angle, her large breasts almost completely obscured her face. Then, her panties were pulled down without hesitation from her thighs. Looking at my mother's sparse pubic hair and her thick, red vulva, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Now, my mother stood naked before me, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Looking at my mother's glazed eyes, her lustful body, her swaying breasts, her strong, beautiful legs, and her open vulva, all of this made me feel that my mother wasn't as frightening as before. On the contrary, she even aroused me a little. My mother had aroused me!
Looking at my beautiful, naked, yet incoherent mother, I felt as if I had accidentally discovered a treasure. This discovery filled me with ecstasy. Now I understood the concept of "beauty." I remained motionless, mustering my courage and continuing to "secretly" admire my mother's body. My mother, with her breasts exposed and her vulva open, looked down at me with her domineering presence. I met her gaze with trepidation. In a daze, my mother seemed to have returned to the decisive, domineering, wise, and queen-like mother she was during the day.
My naked mother questioned me, "Why aren't you moving today?"
Her question was nonsensical, and I didn't understand what she meant, taking it as just drunken ramblings. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. I stammered, all the courage I had mustered vanishing in fear.
"Honestly, why do you like this kind of thing?" Judging from her tone, my mother was probably complaining about something.
After she finished speaking, she skillfully sat on my crotch, her large buttocks swaying. The movement was natural and fluid. Her vaginal opening pressed tightly against my now-quiet penis. Then, my mother leaned forward, her body pressing against me like a water snake. Her slippery belly was pressed against my stomach, and her hot breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, sprayed onto my face.
"Jiajun, I think I'm ovulating right now. My uterus is a little sore," my mother said bluntly in my ear.
Hearing this conversation, which I only vaguely understood—a conversation that only adults could have—my face turned bright red with embarrassment, as if I had glimpsed something terrible in the adult world. I was flustered and at a loss, my heart pounding wildly. All I could do was grip the sheets tightly with both hands.
"Xiaohua, you've always said you wanted a younger brother or sister since you were little. Jiajun, let's have a second child!" My mother said calmly, as if chatting with me casually.
"What?" I was shocked and horrified. Based on my intuition and my upbringing, I knew this was wrong.
Before I could react, my mother covered my mouth with one hand and pressed me back onto the bed. I couldn't move, and with my mouth covered, I could only look around anxiously.
Then, my mother lifted her large breasts, her round buttocks slightly raised, and spread one long leg, her vulva facing me. Now, I could see my mother completely.
A small tuft of sparse pubic hair adorned the swollen mound of flesh. The two thick labia, shaped like steamed buns, parted slightly, revealing a pink slit. The wet vulva opened and closed, and a saliva-like liquid slowly flowed down my mother's long, raised legs, forming a thin, transparent thread, as if symbolizing the union of some new relationship.
My mother reached down with her other hand, grasped my cock, which had nowhere to escape, and rubbed it back and forth against my pink vulva a couple of times. Then, with a "squish," she inserted it. My cock was immediately plunged into a sensation I had never experienced before. My mother gripped it tightly, filling it completely, and her vulva was hot and slippery, incredibly comfortable. If my mother hadn't been covering my mouth with her hand, I would have cried out in pleasure.
At that moment, my mother stretched her neck, tilted her head back, and let out a long, muffled groan, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Just that one sound was enough to make me lose my senses and become completely infatuated. Because I knew that it was a sound my mother made when she was in pleasure.
I never imagined that not only could my mother bring unparalleled comfort to my cock, but I, with my slender frame, could also bring pleasure to my mother, who had such a large body. It made me incredibly proud, like a whole new world had opened just for me.
Although I knew perfectly well that it was wrong to have my penis inside my mother's vagina, I couldn't explain why, but whenever I heard my mother moaning as I thrust my penis into her, a sound that made my heart itch unbearably, I couldn't help myself, I couldn't control myself. My mother was also moving her large, undulating buttocks, rubbing against my penis. The overwhelming pleasure swept away the last shred of reason in my mind.
I'm sorry, Mom…
Chapter Four:
My mother's snow-white buttocks gripped my penis, and before I could move more than a few times, I could no longer suppress the surging pleasure. Accompanied by the hot, slippery friction, my penis immediately ejaculated powerfully deep inside my mother's vagina. My body felt like it was flying.
My mother stopped her plump buttocks and muttered, "You just came like that?"
Hearing my mother's most blunt words, I felt even more annoyed with my performance. The little confidence I had just built up was shattered by my mother.
"Didn't you just come in? Don't come so quickly, I haven't even started yet." My mother continued to scold me for my terrible performance. At this moment, my penis trembled twice again inside my mother's vagina.
"Ah, still coming, you've been holding it in for a long time." My mother knew everything about me, including my penis. I was like a child who had done something wrong, speechless, feeling guilty and sad.
"Still hard, then let's continue." My mother said forcefully.
I felt that my mother had really turned back into the mother from the daytime, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was even more intimidating than the mother from the daytime. I also turned back into that broken, defeated puppet, my helpless penis standing erect, completely at my mother's mercy.
I laughed at my earlier smug thoughts. I was so naive. Trying to outdo my mother? Easier said than done. Even when she was drunk, she was probably even more...
My mother propped up her long legs again, her plump buttocks rising a few centimeters to clamp down on the tip of my penis, making sure it wouldn't slip out. Then, she used two fingers to stroke my penis. As the frequency of her finger strokes increased, my half-erect penis quickly became hard again.
My mother sat on my penis, her hands gripping mine, her plump buttocks poised, her large breasts thrusting, her head held high—her queenly aura was back. At this moment, I was certain that the mother clamping my penis was more frightening than the mother from earlier in the day.
"I won't allow you to go soft until I've ejaculated inside you!" After saying this, my mother seemed like a different person, spurring herself on, her large buttocks swaying up and down as she forcefully sat on my penis. Her two large breasts bounced up and down, her round buttocks slamming against my penis, creating wave after wave of ripples that made my eyes dizzy.
My mother seemed to be in some kind of "intoxicated" state, and started talking nonsense again.
"Today I'll let you shoot your fill!"
"My pussy will squeeze you to death." "I'm going to squeeze every last drop out of you."
"You're really terrible."
I looked up at my mother sitting on my penis, riding it wantonly, sometimes moaning with sounds that made my heart ache, sometimes uttering incoherent lewd words, and occasionally scolding me for my poor performance.
This strange scene strung together, violently corroding my senses. The strange perversion and stimulation, coupled with the high-frequency pounding of my mother's pussy, after a dozen or so rounds, I couldn't control my penis again, and I ejaculated all of it into my mother's pussy. My penis trembled incessantly, and my heart pounded in my throat.
"I'm going to die," I felt.
My drunken mother was in complete control of me. With just a few simple tricks, she could easily subdue my penis, making me ejaculate with unbridled pleasure, my soul practically floating away. From body to soul, I underwent a transformation. I had begun to submit to my mother, my queen. I willingly allowed myself to be played with by my mother.
"Ah, ah, the hot, naughty thing is inside." My mother responded sensitively, her large buttocks shifting from a low, squatting position to a back-and-forth swaying motion, her plump mounds rubbing against my pubic bone. Although the movements slowed, the intense stimulation on my penis remained, because my mother had no intention of stopping!
"You've ejaculated so much, and it's still rock hard, do you like my pussy?" "
Then keep going! Give it all to me."
"Make me orgasm too!"
My mother became fierce, her tone growing heavier with each word. I felt a vague unease after hearing
this. After she finished speaking, my mother pressed her entire body firmly against me, just like when we first fell down. A pair of large breasts pressed against my face, her smooth belly pressed tightly against me, and two fleshy, long legs firmly held my legs in place. Her undulating breasts squeezed my nose and mouth; all I could see now was milk! I felt like I was suffocating, desperately twisting my head to find some air to breathe. The fragrant scent of milk mixed with the scarce air filled my lungs, instantly invigorating me. Every pore on my body opened up in pleasure. With the perfect grip of her vaginal muscles, I wanted to die of pleasure right there.
"Tighten your pussy," my mother commanded. My penis immediately felt the unprecedented pressure from inside her vagina. My mother was like a giant fleshy worm, enveloping me tightly inside and out. Her body and breasts on the outside, her vaginal muscles on the inside. This double grip was killing me, it was so pleasurable! Every time my mother's mounds rubbed against my pubic bone, I was on the verge of ejaculating.
An intense, overwhelming pleasure, accompanied by a dizzying, suffocating sensation, washed over me. This was the most pleasurable and intense ejaculation I'd ever experienced. My penis trembled endlessly inside my mother's vagina.
"Ah, I must have ejaculated there."
"It's still warm and spreading." My mother stopped moving, gracefully withdrawing her large breasts, closing her
eyes, and feeling my seed moving deep inside her. Unaware of the good fortune I was experiencing, I was greedily inhaling the fresh air. My mother, exhausted from the previous thrusting, was panting heavily, her body leaning back, her hands supporting herself on my calves, her large breasts heaving up and down, her rosy cheeks making her even more alluring.
My penis sprang out of my mother's vagina for the first time, and immediately, as if a plug had been removed, thick, white fluid flowed down her large buttocks, dripping onto my stomach. I never imagined I'd ejaculate so much.
"I'm so full I can't hold it all in. How long have you been holding it in?" My mom, whom I rely on the most, said, as if she were standing up for me.
"That's really thick," my mom said, touching the puddle of slime on my stomach, smearing it all over her hand, and holding it up to her eyes for comment.
I watched her strange actions, the "dirty" stuff on her hands, wondering what she was doing, but she didn't seem to think anything was wrong. After dozens of rounds of "confrontation" with my mom, I was increasingly confused about her thoughts, standing there dumbfounded like a fool.
"Ah, wait, what's she going to…!"
"No, Mom," I said silently, feeling wronged.
My mom's actions quickly confirmed my suspicions. She used her large hand, still covered in my slime, to completely grasp my penis and began ruthlessly stroking it, her mouth close to my ear, her tongue darting into my ear canal, swirling around. This kissing and stroking was giving me no chance; my uncooperative penis, under her manipulation, slowly became hard again.
Seeing her results, my mom stopped, satisfied. She arched her voluptuous body and lay down on the empty bed between my legs, her large buttocks still resting on my stomach.
My mother gazed at me with dreamy eyes, her arms, like white lotus roots, slowly reaching towards her vulva under my adoring gaze. She parted her thick labia with each hand, gently pulling her vulva open, the flesh inside clearly visible, an extremely alluring sight.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up."
"Come on!"
Seeing this scene, hearing my mother's familiar voice, I was in a daze, feeling as if I were dreaming. My memories flashed back to my childhood. Every evening, my mother would stand at the door, beckoning me home for dinner after a day of playing outside.
"Xiaohua, come eat!"
Hearing my mother's faint urging again, my body seemed to be under a spell, no longer under my control. A surge of lust rushed through my body, crushing the shackles of reason.
The strength I had lost suddenly returned, as if I had been reborn. I pulled my legs out, ripped off my pants, wiped away the bodily fluids, and faced my mother, who was still spreading her vaginal muscles with both hands, as if waiting for me to come home for dinner. I swallowed hard, my erect penis pressing down on her.
Mom, I'm sorry…
Chapter 5
“Beep beep beep, beep beep…” The 6 o'clock alarm clock rang as scheduled.
I dragged my tired body and eyes that hadn't slept all night out, and crawled out of bed. This moment had finally arrived. At 16, I was already timid, and my mind started racing. My tense mood felt like I was waiting for the end of the world. I instinctively became stubborn and muttered to myself, hoping to delay it for as long as possible. I stubbornly refused to get out of bed, afraid to see my mother, not knowing what I would face when I did…
“Xiaohua, get up! Still sleeping!” My mother’s voice came from outside the door, as usual.
"Yes, I know," I answered without thinking, startled by my mother's voice. My heart pounded, and I forced myself to open the door.
"You child, you're so slow getting out of bed! Tell me, did you stay up late again last night?" My mother, smoking a cigarette, glared at me forcefully.
"Yes... oh no, no!" My mother's question dragged me back to last night. I wanted to say "yes," then answered "no," my mind a complete mess. I didn't know what I was saying, and I lowered my head, avoiding my mother's gaze, giving a confused answer.
"Hurry up and eat breakfast! What do you mean 'yes'? You're still not awake!" Being scolded by my mother every day was unavoidable.
"You have to finish eating before going to school, otherwise you won't have any energy all day. By the way, what time did I fall asleep last night?" Seeing that I was up, my mother ignored me and went to the kitchen, muttering to herself.
I looked up at my mother's energetic back as she worked, and a sense of relief washed over me; the heart that had been in my throat finally settled back into my stomach. It seemed my mother had completely forgotten what happened yesterday. Just a few hours ago, my penis was still inside her, going in and out…
Afterwards, while my mother was fast asleep, I carefully cleaned the "battlefield" on the bed, wiped away the sticky fluid on her body with a wet wipe, and helped her get dressed again. After all, cleaning was my forte, and thinking about it made me a little arrogant.
"Ah, I remember now, you yesterday…" My mother opened the refrigerator, suddenly turned around, and asked me again.
"What?" My smugness was quickly brought back to reality. "Could it be…" The thought of being exposed terrified me, and my face turned ashen.
"The piece of cake I specially saved yesterday, you ate it all, didn't you?"
"That was my breakfast I specially saved for work," my mother said, somewhat bothered.
I was terrified when I heard this, but I felt like I'd been granted a pardon. I scratched my head and awkwardly chuckled.
"What are you laughing at? Don't eat my breakfast without permission. It'll be bread and eggs instead. You're punished by having to make mine too. I'm going to take a shower." Mom quickly arranged everything.
"Yes!" I replied excitedly, feeling incredibly happy to be reborn.
As I made breakfast for myself and Mom, the vivid scenes from last night flooded my mind. Just thinking about them always brought me endless joy and pleasure. I felt like I hadn't lived in vain. Even if Mom really asked me to die right now, I wouldn't hesitate.
I ejaculated inside Mom's vagina six times yesterday.
The first three times, Mom sat on my penis and rocked back and forth.
The fourth time, Mom was a little tired, so she lay on the bed and guided me to fuck her. I was so eager that I missed the mark the first time. But once my penis entered my mother's, I couldn't stop. The faster I went, the more pleasurable it became, and the more pleasurable it became, the more I went. I just kept pounding away, it felt incredibly good, and I ejaculated after about twenty rounds.
Then my mother started breastfeeding me from above with her large breasts, while gently stroking my back with her fingertips like a dragonfly skimming the water, and her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening around my penis. Under my mother's passionate caresses, my desire began to rise again, and soon my penis became rock hard.
This time, my mother wrapped her arms around my neck and hooked her legs around my buttocks, slowing the frequency of my hip movements. I thrust in and out in sync with my mother's moans, reaching the deepest point before pressing my pubic bone against her swollen mound. No longer seeking immediate gratification, I adjusted my movements to match her sensations, grinding against her vagina, searching for the most comfortable angle for my penis inside. Although the pace was slower, each thrust was powerful, followed by a grinding motion. After only a few thrusts, my mother's reaction intensified; her moans grew louder, and her legs, which had been gripping my buttocks, loosened, as if urging me to thrust harder. I then thrust in and out dozens more times. Suddenly, my mother's vaginal muscles contracted as if they could move, tightly gripping my penis. Her open legs clamped around my waist. After holding her breath for a few moments, she let out a long, muffled cry—she had reached orgasm.
Immediately afterward, my mother went limp, like a battery about to run out of steam. I, too, couldn't hold back any longer, and with each contraction of her vaginal muscles, I ejaculated. I sat on the bed, savoring the afterglow of ejaculation, while my mother grew increasingly listless, almost falling asleep. Seeing her waning reaction, I knew the alcohol was taking effect again.
With her last ounce of strength, Mom struggled to lift her head, one hand gripping the bed, the other resting on her already filthy vulva. Using her index and middle fingers, she slowly parted her thick labia, revealing her vulva completely. Having done this, Mom's head lolled to the side, and she fell into a deep sleep. Mom's tenacious fighting spirit and indomitable will completely touched my sensitive nerves. I went mad, possessed. A lustful fire began to surge through my mind. My eyes were bloodshot, my penis hard and erect, and I pressed myself against Mom. I secretly vowed that I would protect my queen with my life.
[The End]

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