Virgin teacher mother

My mother was a proud teacher, 1.68 meters tall, with a shapely figure. When I first had sex with her, she told me that my biological father had only had sex with her once, but his penis was pitifully small: a little over two inches long and as thick as my little finger. Although he could ejaculate normally (which coincidentally made my mother pregnant with me), he couldn't break her hymen!

Because of this, my mother decided to break up with my father and chose a C-section to give birth to me, preserving her virginity. By a twist of fate, she never remarried after breaking up with my father, leaving her virginity and vagina to me! My

mother wasn't lying to me, because the first time I had sex with her, it was truly a bloody mess!

I grew up relying on my mother. During the day, I went to my mother's school, and at night we slept together. When I was ten, I touched my mother's breasts and felt a strange sensation. My penis was very firm, and pressing against my mother's belly felt so soft and comfortable. From then on, my mother made me sleep alone and no longer exposed her body to me.

As I grew older, around thirteen or fourteen, I began to understand the feelings between men and women, and started paying attention to my mother's body. For some reason, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding me.

Later, I resorted to masturbation to relieve my urges, and at the same time, I became even more aware of my mother's beauty. Sometimes at night, I would look at the parts of her body that were occasionally exposed, and I felt extremely aroused, but I never dared to do anything inappropriate.

One hot summer morning when I was sixteen, I woke up very early. Because of the heat, my mother was only covered by a sheet around her waist and abdomen, and her breasts and thighs were exposed. In my drowsy state, I could only see her pure white skin. Before I could look any further, my mother noticed and quickly put on her clothes. But that one glance made my penis restless

all day long, and my heart was restless too! I deliberately moved closer to my mother and made my words suggestive. My clever mother seemed to understand my intentions, and her actions were different from usual: her tone was gentle and sweet, and a blush would occasionally flit across her face!

Sure enough, that night, my mother put her pillow next to mine and took off her bra while sleeping, leaving her body uncovered!

I was overjoyed. After lying down, I moved closer to my mother. When I suggested touching her breasts, she smiled shyly, neither agreeing nor objecting. I placed my hand on her chest and gently stroked it a few times. She began to pant. I then lifted her blanket, this time for a close-up view. My mother was slender yet full-figured; any more would have been too plump, any less too thin, her body possessing a breathtakingly perfect proportion.

Her skin was snow-white, delicate, and smooth as cream. Every part of

her body felt soft and supple.

I couldn't resist embracing her tightly, kissing her fragrant cheeks, her jade-like neck, her soft breasts, her full breasts, her tender belly, her beautiful legs, and her delicate feet.

My mother began to writhe and moan softly, grabbing my chest muscles, hugging my lower back, embracing my shoulders, grabbing my penis, and pulling down her underwear!

I whispered, "Mom, let me take it off for you," and she softly agreed.

It was off! The sacred place of my mother, which I had longed for day and night, was completely revealed before my eyes!

Before me lay a full, white, and delicate triangle, soft, supple, and tender to the touch. Evenly distributed, glossy pubic hair covered the area, and further down, two full labia majora, like tender lotus roots emerging from water, were perfectly proportioned and incredibly elastic. Gently parting them, I saw an unopened flower smilingly welcoming me—a truly tender bud, vibrant and alluring.

I dare say, there is absolutely nothing in the world more beautiful than this!

I couldn't resist pressing my lips against hers, kissing, sucking, probing with my tongue, hooking, swirling. My mother couldn't hold back any longer; she gasped, moaned, and cried out. I felt a warm sensation on my face, and looking up, I saw a milky white liquid gushing from her. I could no longer restrain myself, suppressing my eagerness, and softly asked, "Mom, will you let me…?" My mother said sweetly, "Son, I've wanted you for so long…"

I didn't let her finish, pressing my lips forcefully against her soft, tender lips. In a frenzy of kissing, my mother and I embraced each other in perfect harmony.

My mother and I were breathing heavily. Her body trembled slightly; she had completely lost her usual reserve and cried out urgently, "Son, hurry! I can't take it anymore!" So I knelt between her legs, supporting myself with one hand. With the other, I grasped my

already swollen, six-inch-long penis, which felt like it was about to burst, and thrust it deep into her flower-like opening.

Ah, so tight and soft, so warm and moist! I couldn't help but thrust in and out with all my might. My mother first let out a painful groan, then twisted her body, lifted her hips, moaned, and cried out...

What does it mean to be like a fish in water? What does it mean to be in ecstasy? At that moment, I experienced it all!

I thrust in and out more than a hundred times, trying my best to hold back the semen that might ejaculate at any moment, continuing to thrust at high speed and forcefully. My mother's whole body twisted and turned, her hips thrusting upwards to meet my overwhelming, powerful thrusts.

My mother twisted and turned, moaning softly, sometimes accompanied by a loud cry! I

continued thrusting, continued writhing, continued moaning, continued screaming.

I stopped thrusting, knelt up, and pulled my now even harder penis out of my mother's tender vagina. Looking between her legs, I saw milky white love fluid mixed with crimson blood, clearly distinguishable. I ignored that, gently lifting my mother's white buttocks with my right hand, turning her over so she was kneeling with her elbows supporting her weight, her buttocks raised high. I thrust forward from behind with great force, followed by a series of rapid, forceful thrusts. My mother screamed loudly. After dozens of thrusts and screams, I changed tactics: I grabbed my mother's slender waist with both hands, turned her over to lie on her back, and then spread her white legs apart and lifted them upwards. Kneeling, I thrust forward rapidly and forcefully from a distance of about a foot from her! At

the same time, my mother let out a scream that was almost a agonizing cry. This time, her scream was distorted, her voice out of shape.

After dozens more frenzied thrusts and dozens more moans of various kinds, I pressed my mother's legs down, restoring her to her initial supine position. I straddled her body and began another storm of thrusts, this time at an extreme speed, like a torrential downpour, like a rapid drumbeat, like a stampede of horses. After over a hundred thrusts, my mother's

various moans had all been exhausted. We embraced tightly again, and after another round of rapid, frenzied thrusting, my mother said, "Son, husband, come!" I sped up, thrusting rapidly for a while, then arched my back, pressed my hips down hard, and thrust my penis deep inside her. With a final, relaxed release, I ejaculated a stream of hot semen into my mother's body. After a few slow lifts, I lay motionless on top of her.

My mother held me tightly, unwilling to let go, and I held her tightly, unwilling to let go either.

After a while, Mom rolled over and pinned me down, grabbing my penis. Ignoring the semen and virginity stains, she took it all into her mouth, sucking and licking it with her tongue, arousing me instantly. I rolled over again and thrust into her tender, dew-kissed flower. This happened about every half hour. By the ninth time, it was already dawn. Mom and I reluctantly got up, talking passionately, gazing tenderly into each other's eyes, and embracing intimately. That night, we repeated everything from the previous day.

Mom said, "Thank God, I only inherited Dad's strong physique, not his almost disabled virginity." I was even more satisfied, because I not only enjoyed Mom's stunningly beautiful body, but I was also fortunate enough to witness this almost unique and extraordinary event: my son obtained my mother's virginity!

Seven years later, I got married, but we still enjoy lovemaking once a week, a tradition that continues for another 20 years.

Although my mother is twenty years older than me and is now nearing sixty, she still retains her charm and looks about my age. She also has a strong sex drive, needing to "endure" for two days each week, and each time she moans softly and is overflowing with vaginal fluid.

My mother and I have talked about this before, and she says it's because of the nourishment from my youthful semen that she maintains her youthful appearance.

I know this is just her way of expressing her satisfaction.

I also wish my mother health, longevity, eternal youth, and that our love will last forever.

My wife is young and beautiful, my mother is stunningly gorgeous, and my libido is incredibly strong. Now that I'm over 40, I still enjoy myself every night. Perhaps it's because I'm with my mother less often, or perhaps it's because I need to be a little discreet with my wife when I'm with her (my wife knows about my relationship with my mother; she's very understanding and approves of our deep mother-son bond, and she gets along very well with my mother). Therefore, each time feels as wonderful as the first time!

I'm so lucky!

Thank God for giving me two beautiful women, and thank you for your true love!

[The End]

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