Moms who love wearing nude stockings

Foreword:

My parents divorced fifteen years ago, and I've lived with my mother.

She's currently a middle manager in a private company, and for my sake, she hasn't married or had a boyfriend. My mother is only about 161cm tall, a little plump but not fat, with wavy hair, and always wears business attire, stockings, and high heels—she always looks sexy and alluring.

When I was in junior high, I learned to masturbate the first time I watched porn. At first, I only watched normal porn, but later I accidentally watched an incestuous AV. In the film, a mother who had been single for a long time discovered her son masturbating with her underwear and couldn't resist. She then actively seduced her son into having sex with her. The final scene was the mother, wearing stockings, having sex passionately on the sofa at home. It had a huge impact on me at the time, and I found it very exciting because the mother and son looked a lot like me. So, when I went to porn sites, I stopped reading other novels and only read about mothers and sons.

I even fantasized about my mother every day. My mother was always very tired when she came home, and she would usually take a shower after taking off her clothes. Whenever I felt horny, I would take advantage of my mother's shower to steal her stockings and masturbate. My mother's stockings smelled especially good in the summer, with a mix of sweat and leather. They were always wet, and I would ejaculate very quickly each time. Later, I found out that my mother had known all along, but she just hadn't said anything.

During the summer after my middle school entrance exam, I don't know how many pairs of my mom's stockings I sniffed and ejaculated in. Every time I thought about my mom wearing the stockings I had ejaculated in to work, I felt especially happy. At the time, I didn't have any other thoughts; I was just secretly masturbating. When I got to high school, my studies became more demanding, and I didn't have the energy to do that anymore. I almost never did it during my three years of high school. Through my hard work, I was admitted to a top university in the provincial capital. My mom was especially happy, and I was especially happy too. When the results came out, I hugged my mom and realized that she had aged a lot in the past three years, and her wrinkles were more obvious. After all, she was over 40, but she still had an intellectual and mature woman's feel. This summer after the college entrance exam, feeling very relaxed, I started paying attention to my mother again. She was still the same as always, coming home from work to cook, rarely socializing.

For the first week after my results came out, I read mother-son novels every day, finishing several years' worth. So much so that all I could think about was my godmother, having sex with her wearing stockings, sucking her beautiful feet while I was with her.

I started planning how to have sex with my mother. First of all, rape was definitely out of the question, as that would be disrespectful to her. After thinking about it for an afternoon, I decided it would be better to guide her slowly.

First, I should help my mom with housework and praise her more to get closer to her. Then, I'll pretend to accidentally let her see me masturbating while wearing her stockings or shorts. Finally, I can find a way to let her see incestuous novels or adult videos. With the plan set, I started to act. That night, my mom came home, and I went out to greet her. Seeing her stockings and high heels almost made me hard. I said, "Mom's home! You must be tired today. I'll help you with the housework tonight." "What's wrong? Why are you being so caring today?" "Nothing, I just feel like I should do something for you, otherwise you'll be going to college soon." "Haha, that's a good thought, but I'll do it myself."

"..." Then Mom changed her clothes and went to take a shower. I walked to the washing machine and watched Mom take off her flesh-colored stockings with yellowed tips. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took them out and masturbated while smelling and even putting them in my mouth. After I ejaculated, I made up my mind that I would make Mom wear stockings and have sex with me when she came home from get off work during the summer vacation.

My mother came out of the shower, wearing pajamas and slippers. Her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, looked especially sexy. I stared at her beautiful feet. "Why are you staring at my feet? Go do your own thing."

"I've noticed that you're getting more and more beautiful, Mom. I didn't really notice before." "Oh, you've become so sweet since you got into university. Is there something you want to say?" When my mother said this, I suddenly felt that maybe traveling with my mother would be a better way to strengthen our relationship. Since we'd be sharing a hotel room, we could spend every day together. So I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, Mom, I want to go on a trip. Will you come with me?"

"Okay, you should think about where to go first. I also think I should take you out for a walk. I'm quite bored at work every day, and I haven't taken a single day of my annual leave." "You agreed so quickly, that's great! I'll tell you tomorrow." I pretended to be happy and went over to kiss my mother hard, while blowing air into her ear. When I blew air into her ear, my mother visibly trembled, probably because she hadn't been with a man for over ten years. "You're such a grown man, and you're still so indecent! You've

kissed my face so hard it hurts!" Mom blushed as she went to cook. Seeing this, I ran in to help. In the kitchen, I casually helped Mom chop vegetables, but my main focus was on Mom's breasts and legs. After a while, I got hard, so I took the opportunity to nudge Mom's butt with my penis. After a few times, Mom found out and was a little angry but didn't want to say anything. So she scolded, "What are you doing, making a mess? Get out of here, I don't need your help anymore." Seeing this, I quickly laughed and left.

During dinner, I tried to probe my mother, asking, "Mom, I'm already in college, why don't you have a boyfriend yet? Or are you dating someone behind my back?" "What are you saying? I'm so old, who would want me? I'll only be able to rely on you to support me in the future."

"Who said that? Mom is so beautiful, with such a great figure, I think you're even prettier than girls my age! Nobody wants you, but I do! I'll support you, haha!" "Eat your food, I don't need you to support me, just work hard. I'm fine on my own."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be good to you," I said earnestly. I saw my mother's eyes redden, so I quickly said, "Eat, eat your food." After dinner, my mom and I sat on the sofa watching TV. When we saw someone in the show soaking their feet to relax, I decided to tease my mom. I said, "Mom, you must be tired today. How about I give you a foot massage?" "Yes, I am. Wearing such high heels every day, of course my feet hurt! You're so kind of you today!"

"Of course, I'm happy to serve Mom's beautiful feet." After saying that, I patted my thigh, indicating that my mom should put her legs on my thigh so I could massage them. "Don't always joke like that about Mom. What beautiful feet?" I said, putting my legs on my thigh as well.

Looking at my mother's beautiful feet with their red nail polish, I was so excited I almost couldn't speak. "Really, Mom, I'm not kidding, I'd kiss your beautiful feet!" "Don't say that. If you're so capable, then kiss them if you don't mind them being dirty." I really wanted to, but I still said, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously, Mom." "I knew it! Now, give me a massage."

So I obediently massaged my mother's beautiful feet. As I massaged, it probably felt too good, and my mother actually fell asleep. I got excited and started getting restless. My hands caressed every inch of my mother's skin. After a while, I got an erection, but I didn't dare to move. I saw that my mother didn't react. I had originally thought of holding her foot up for a footjob, but then I thought it was too dangerous, so I gave up and just held it between my legs. After a few minutes, it went soft. I was still touching my mother's feet. This time, I lifted my mother's left foot to my face. My mother's feet had a bit of a smell, but I liked it.

I couldn't resist kissing my mom's toes and soles. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. "What are you doing? You actually kissed them!" I was momentarily flustered. I hadn't expected her to be awake. I could only say, "I just thought your feet were so beautiful, I couldn't resist kissing them." At that moment, I felt uneasy. Had my mom noticed my erection? "Do you think Mom's nail polish is pretty?" I was surprised by her question. "It's pretty, but I think purple and green suit you better, a more mature look!" "I think so too. I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too." With that, she got up and went to her room.

"I'm going to sleep too." I went back to my room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I felt that today was too exciting, so I got up and fantasized about my mother's stockinged feet and masturbated. I fantasized about my mother calling me "son" while actively putting her stockinged feet on my face and into my mouth, and then I had sex with her... The next day, I went to the mall and used my savings to buy my mother two bottles of the most expensive purple and green nail polish, as well as a pair of pink peep-toe high heels that I thought were pretty. When Mom came home from work that evening, I said to her, "I've decided, let's go to the beach in Qingdao. Hainan might be too hot for me." "Whatever you say, I'll take tomorrow off and we'll go the day after."

"Okay, Mom, here's something." I took out some nail polish. Mom said, "My son is so thoughtful, thank you! I'll paint it tomorrow and wear the shoes you bought me on our trip!"

"Why don't we paint it later, Mom? I want to see." "You're so demanding. Wait until after your bath." While Mom was taking a bath, I imagined her lifting her toenails to paint them, and I got incredibly excited. After her bath, I pulled Mom down to sit and asked her to paint them purple. Mom originally wanted to eat first and wash off the red nail polish first, but watching her carefully paint each nail with purple, my heart raced, and I almost forced myself on her, but that was just a thought.

After applying the makeup, I had my mom put on stockings and the shoes I bought for her, along with one of her own cheongsams. I laughed and said, "Mom, you look so beautiful! I'd marry you, haha!" "What are you talking about, son? Your mom's so old." "Not old at all! Stockings, high heels, cheongsam—I almost couldn't resist!"

"Nonsense, go change and cook." That evening, while watching TV, I did the same thing as before: I massaged my mom's feet, and afterwards, I kissed her and smelled them. My mom seemed used to it and didn't say anything, just jokingly said, "You're so dirty." Before bed, Mom went to brush her teeth, and I followed. While brushing, I pressed my penis against her. Mom must have felt it, because she turned around, a little embarrassed and angry, and said, "What are you doing? Don't stick so close to me. Go back to bed."

But this time I didn't listen to her and continued brushing my teeth next to her. I was wearing shorts, so Mom could probably feel my penis. Seeing that I didn't react, Mom quickly finished brushing and went to bed. Feeling awkward, I went back to my room.

"Have you packed your things? Let's go, son," Mom said, wearing sunglasses, a shirt, a short skirt, and the high heels I bought for her. "Okay, let's go, beautiful." We arrived at the airport at 11 o'clock and lined up to board the plane.

A few hours later, at 4 PM, we arrived in Qingdao. Since I'd never traveled far before and didn't know about online hotel bookings, by the time we got to the hotel closest to the beach, there were no double rooms available. My mother suggested we book two, but I immediately stopped her, saying, "Why two rooms, Mom? It's so expensive. Let's just have one. What's wrong with a mother and son sharing a bed?" "You're so old, sleeping with me is embarrassing, don't you think?"

"No, just one room. Two blankets will do." My mother couldn't argue with me, and there were people waiting in line, so we had no choice but to book one room. Once in the room, I was secretly delighted; tonight I had a chance.

After putting down my luggage, I went out to eat and shop with my mom. My mom, wearing stockings, held my hand, and I felt so happy. As we walked, I started daydreaming absentmindedly.

We got back to the hotel after 9 pm. The elevator was packed. We were on the 32nd floor, the second to last. Because I was still daydreaming, my mom was squeezed in front of me in the elevator. Since I was stiff the whole time, I took the opportunity to press myself against her and grab her arms to see her reaction. After a few floors, my mom probably realized what was happening. She turned around, looking angry, but didn't say anything, so she stepped on me. I endured the pain and let go. By the time we reached the 20s, there were almost no people left.

I continued to cling to my mother, and this time she went straight to the elevator door. I felt I might have gone too far, so I stopped. After we got out of the elevator, my mother ignored me. She wouldn't respond when I tried to talk to her. Back in the room, she got angry, "What are you doing? Can't you learn something nice? Stop joking about your mother. Next time I'll hit you!"

"Don't be angry, they bumped into me, it wasn't intentional," I lied desperately. In the end, my mother had no choice but to go to the bathroom to change and take a shower. I forgot to mention, my mother not only brought clothes and cosmetics but also her own sheets, slippers, and other personal items. So when we slept that night, it felt like I was sleeping in my mother's bed at home. After Mom finished showering, I followed her. Seeing her stockings on the sink, I couldn't resist picking them up and smelling them.

After the shower, Mom was a little tired and fell asleep quickly, but I was very excited. At first, I was well-behaved in bed, but later I started to snuggle up to her. Soon I got an erection and unconsciously rubbed it against her buttocks. Later, I felt unsatisfied and was afraid Mom would wake up, but I wanted her to know what I wanted to do most. So I got up and looked at the incestuous AV in my notebook, making some noise, but not very loudly.

Watching mature women in stockings being fucked by their sons in AVs, I felt incredibly excited. I looked at my mother in the mirror, unable to resist, so I went to the bathroom and took out her stockings. I masturbated while watching the AVs. My mother seemed to hear something and said, "What are you doing? Why aren't you asleep?" I didn't answer, and neither did she. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother get up and look at me in the mirror, so I excitedly ejaculated forcefully, my semen staining my mother's stockings.

When I turned back, my mother was pretending to be asleep again. After I finished tidying up, I deliberately left the computer on and changed the titles of the novels and AVs to phrases like "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," "Mother's Beautiful Feet," and "Mother-Son Incest" and put them on the desktop. I just wanted my mother to see them.

After ejaculating, I obediently went to sleep, but secretly turned on my phone's video recorder, facing the computer desk in front of the mirror. I woke up at 7 a.m. the next day, but my mother wasn't there, which was unusual for her. I guessed what was going on, so I quickly went to the bathroom and checked my phone. All I heard was my snoring.

About an hour into the recording, around 11 PM, I saw my mother get up and sit in front of the computer, browsing through AVs and novels. She seemed restless, probably wanting to do it, but not masturbating. I admired her self-control. I scrolled through the recording and realized that from 53 minutes to 2:17 AM, she had been reading novels.

I turned off the recording and checked her recent browsing history. It turned out she was reading "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," a story about a mother and son just like ours. She seemed engrossed, finishing it before going to sleep. Knowing what Mom did last night, I was still hard, but I immediately went to take a shower and then called Mom to get up for breakfast so we could go to the beach early, because it would get hot later and I was worried she'd get a tan from my stockings. Mom got up, her eyes darting around as she looked at me. Since I was done, I kept staring at her. I saw her in the bathroom holding the stockings I'd used on yesterday, lost in thought for a while. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"Do Mom's stockings smell good?" Mom suddenly laughed and asked, catching me off guard. "They smell great! I want to smell them every day!" "Go out, I need to change." Mom came out, having changed out of her cheongsam into a pair of brown sheer stockings. Her red shoes revealed her beautiful brown feet. "Mom, you look so beautiful!" "Let's go to the beach." The beach wasn't too crowded because it was still early. Mom changed into her swimsuit, taking off her stockings on the beach. "Hold these for Mom," someone said. "I'll let my son eat them if he wants," another said. "Don't be silly."

We took many photos, some of which were taken by others. They all complimented my mom on how young she looked, saying we looked like siblings. But I whispered in her ear, "I think we look like a couple, Mom." "Nonsense!" she retorted.

We played at the beach for a few hours, but the sun got too strong, so we left. Mom suggested we go back to the hotel because it was too hot, and I said, "Okay, I haven't had a good rest yet." So Mom changed back into her cheongsam and stockings. In the back seat of the taxi, I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mom, are you tired today?" "Yes, I am. Give me a massage when we get back," she replied. I whispered, "Can you wear stockings while you massage me? Please." Mom didn't say anything, just looked at me and smiled.

Back in the room, Mom didn't change her clothes; she just took off her shoes to prepare for a nap. Seeing my chance, I said, "Mom, let me take care of you." "Come on, give Mom a foot massage." I moved a stool to the foot of the bed and sat down, touching my mother's stockinged feet. Neither of us spoke. After a while, my mother said she was sleepy and told me to rest too.

I didn't want to leave my mother's beautiful feet, so I said, "You go to sleep, I'll keep massaging them." My mother fell asleep and started snoring softly. I grew bolder and began to put my mother's feet on my face, inhaling the scent of a mature woman's feet. I got an erection. I started kissing my mother's stockinged feet without restraint.

I really wanted to suck on my mother's toes, but I was afraid of waking her and embarrassing myself. I also took many close-up photos of my mother's stockinged feet.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I got into bed and whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, your feet are so sexy. I really want to suck your toes and make love at home every day." Then I closed my eyes, but I didn't actually fall asleep. About ten minutes later, my mother woke up. She thought I was asleep, and I heard her sigh and say, "What should I do?"

I pretended to be asleep, but I was excited inside. My mom knew what I had just done, and she didn't scold or hit me, which meant my wish would soon come true. Then my mom got up and went back to the computer. I knew she was looking at novels or AVs, so I kept pretending to be asleep. Out of the corner of my eye,

I saw my mom watching AVs again, but this time without any sound. This time, my mom kept touching her genitals, and I guessed she was masturbating. I knew my chance had come, but this time I didn't just get up and force myself on her. I wanted something more exciting.

I half-opened my eyes, and on the AV screen, my mom was sitting on her son, moving her body. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings, and although there was no sound, I could tell she was very passionate.

At the same time, Mom was also vigorously stroking her genitals, her movements quickening, she must be close to orgasm. A few minutes later, Mom collapsed on the table, then glanced back at me before going to take a shower. Soon, Mom came out dressed and called me to get up for lunch. I pretended to have just woken up and sat up. I saw that Mom had changed her clothes; she was wearing a floral dress with sheer stockings and slippers. She looked very alluring. I stared at Mom for a long time. Mom said, "Stop looking. It's past 1 p.m., get up and eat. We still have to go out and play.

" "Mom is so beautiful!" I jumped up and deliberately kissed Mom on the lips. Mom was a little surprised, but she laughed and said, "Don't mess around. I'm your mother!"

"What's wrong, Mom? Can't Mom let her son kiss her?" After saying that, I put on my clothes and went to eat with Mom. There was an unexpected incident during dinner. Because my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks and crawled under the table to peek at her. She was wearing lace panties! At that moment, I wanted to grab her legs and give her oral sex. My mother, seeing I hadn't come up yet, looked down at me and asked, "What are you looking at for so long?"

"Nothing," I said shyly.

After dinner, we went to the boardwalk. It was too hot for sightseeing. My mother stood on the boardwalk and asked me to take pictures. I had her pose in a few ways I liked, and then we asked someone to take photos of us. This time, I stood directly behind my mother, pressing my crotch against her, since no one outside knew us anyway.

My mother seemed a little uncomfortable and tried to pull away. I whispered in her ear, "Take a picture, Mom." Her breathing seemed a little heavier. I put my right hand on her bottom and wrapped my left arm around her.

I said to the young girl, "Take the picture, beautiful." After taking the picture, the girl handed me the camera. I looked at the two photos and smiled happily. My mother seemed a little awkward, but I smiled with satisfaction! We wandered around a bit more, had some drinks at a cafe in the scenic area, and sat there until after 5 pm. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I had a feeling something was going to happen tonight!

We got back to the hotel at 8 pm, with a few hours before bedtime. I decided to do something. I helped my mother sit down, took off her shoes, kissed the soles of her stockings, and said, "Mom, let me massage your feet a little more, don't take off your stockings."

"Go ahead and massage, I'm watching TV," I said, gently touching my mother's silk-stockinged feet, rubbing the soles of her feet. My mother seemed to react, blushing. I said, "Mom, your feet are the most beautiful feet in the world. Although they look thin, the soles are so fleshy, and your toes are so sexy." "Stop being so glib, don't bother me while I'm watching TV." "Okay," I said, gently massaging, my fingers wandering under her toes encased in stockings. Actually, my mother's feet had a slight odor, and the soles were a little damp, after walking for quite a while. But to me, the smell was pleasant. How could I dislike her beautiful feet in stockings with purple nail polish in my hands?

After pressing the button for about half an hour, I said, "I'm tired, Mom. I want to watch the computer. You watch TV." "Oh, go ahead and watch it," Mom seemed to think I would watch porn, and her expression was a little strange. I turned on the computer, looked at some music videos, and finally clicked on "The Humiliated Mother at Home," which I had saved to my E drive. After looking for a while, my underwear was already bulging. Mom seemed to notice and said, "What are you doing? Why are you so quiet?" "Nothing, just reading a novel."

"What novel?" "I'm afraid you'll scold me, so I won't tell you." "Tell me." Mom knew I was reading incest, but she still deliberately made me tell her. So I said, "I'll move it to the bed to read, and you can read it too." After saying that, I moved it directly to the bed and actively hugged Mom to read, whispering in her ear, "Look, it's good, a family story." When she saw the part where the son was being forced to kiss his mother, Mom said, "What the hell is this? I'm not reading anymore."

"I said, let's take another look. It's just a common story, something that happens in many families. It's something other people share." Mom didn't say anything and continued reading. My hand kept touching Mom's ear, and I kept blowing into her ear. I took the opportunity to kiss Mom's ear and then gently licked and kissed it. Mom seemed to be aroused. She closed her eyes and her face was red. I thought I was going with the flow, but when I touched Mom's breasts, Mom got angry. "What are you doing? No, how could I let you see this kind of thing? Go away, go away!"

I didn't expect this, and suddenly I lost interest. I had to give up. I got out of bed and went back to my original spot. After watching it alone, I was incredibly hard, fantasizing that it would be quite exciting to rape my mother once. If it happened too often, she'd get used to it. For the next few days, I wasn't in the mood for sightseeing; at night, I'd only smell my mother's beautiful feet.

Three days later, we went home. Thinking about how little progress had been made, I felt a little frustrated. Back in my room, I closed the door and decided to devise a new plan: WeChat! I created a new WeChat account and applied to add my mother. That night, she kept rejecting me, but I kept adding her. Just when I was about to lose patience, she actually accepted.

I decided to wait a day and make my move the next night. Half an hour later, I went out of the room and saw my mother asleep on the sofa. Her stockinged feet were right next to the sofa. I boldly grabbed my mother's feet and smelled them. The smell stimulated me, and I got an erection. My mother woke up and said, "What are you doing now?" She tried to pull her feet away, but this time I held on tightly. I put her stockinged feet down right in front of my mother. I sniffed her face hard and said, "Mom, your feet are so beautiful, I can't resist!" "I've been wearing these stockings all day, don't you find them smelly?" "No, they smell so good, I love them so much." After saying that, I stuck out my tongue and licked the soles and toes of my mother's feet. "How dare you! Let go!" My mother tried to pull away, but she couldn't.

I ignored my mother and continued to sniff and lick. To be honest, my mother's feet did smell a little, but the smell was so stimulating that I couldn't stop. "Mom, stop washing your feet, let me wash them for you." I continued to play with my mother's feet. Seeing that there was no other way, and that I didn't do anything else excessive, my mother held back, her face turning red. "Hurry up and do it, I'm going to take a shower." I began to gently lick my mother's feet, from the heels to the soles and then to her toes encased in stockings. I took all five of her toes into my mouth, and she seemed to feel it,

letting out a comfortable "Ah—". I became even more excited and, completely forgetting myself, took out my penis and began to masturbate. My mother, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, suddenly noticed what I was doing, immediately snapped out of it, broke free from me, and said sternly, "Do you know what you're doing?!" Then she went to take a shower. I could only go back to my room, fantasizing again about my mother wearing stockings and making love to me, on the sofa or in the kitchen. I imagined myself sucking on her stockinged toes and vigorously fucking her. After masturbating, I lay down and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother drinking water. I suddenly thought that when the time was right, I would buy aphrodisiacs and put them in her water. That would make our lovemaking much more exciting. After my mother went to work, I took a shower and went out. I went to all the adult stores and bought a blindfold, a gag, and anal plugs. Then, most importantly, I bought the aphrodisiacs. Because I was a virgin and afraid of ejaculating prematurely that night, I also went to the pharmacy and bought Viagra.

Then, I went home excitedly. After my mother came home that evening, we had dinner. I lied to her, saying I was going out to see some friends, but actually I wanted to get a hotel room and spend the night teasing her. I watched TV at the hotel until after 8 pm, thinking I had enough time, so I started chatting with my mother. "Auntie, are you there? Is that your profile picture? You're so pretty.

" "Yes," my mother replied after a long time.

"How old are you, Auntie? You've

aged so well." "44. What's so good about that? You look so old." My mother seemed to enjoy being complimented. "Really, you're very beautiful. Your husband must love you very much."

"I've been divorced for over ten years, and now only my son lives with me. He just went out." "Oh, your son must love you very much, since you're such a beautiful mom."

"He's alright, he likes to have fun."

"Auntie, my son is probably a little younger than me. I'm a sophomore in college this year, and I'm home for summer vacation." "Yes, he's older than you. He just finished his college entrance exams."

"Sigh, Auntie, actually I just wanted to confide in you online, I've been holding it in for so long." "Tell me, let's see if Auntie can give you some advice."

"Please don't scold me or block me, I'll just tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Actually, my mom and I have been having sex for over four years, and...!" "I had sex with my mom when I was 2. So many years have passed, and now I feel really depressed, even though my mom and I were both happy." "What! Why did you have this kind of relationship with your mom?"

"My mom is as beautiful as you, but my dad treated her badly. He often beat her. Later, my dad was transferred to work in another province and only came back once every six months. I was the one who stayed home with my mom." "Your dad is so bad, but is that a reason for you and your mom to do this? It's immoral." "My mom is still very young, beautiful, and knows how to dress well, but she hasn't divorced me because of me. I feel so sorry for her.

One night during winter break, she drank too much and came home to lie on the bed, her clothes and pants..." Without taking them off, I went to take care of her. That day, Mom was wearing flesh-colored stockings, which looked incredibly sexy. I couldn't resist and started smelling and licking her beautiful feet. Perhaps because she'd been drinking, Mom was very excited and didn't care who I was. She took off my clothes and then stripped herself down to just her underwear and stockings. I was also very excited, constantly sucking on Mom's feet. Because of her boots, the smell was very strong, but I didn't mind anything about Mom. I kept licking them, and eventually, we couldn't help but do it. "..."

"Later, Mom woke up and regretted it, but the next night I couldn't resist going to her room again. Mom didn't want to, but I was dizzy, so I tied her hands with her stockings and then gagged her with my underwear. I raped Mom. That night, Mom cried a lot, but I kept having sex with her. After the first time, I lay down to rest, and then I played with Mom's beautiful feet. I got hard again and started having sex with her again. The second time, she was very proactive. I took the underwear out of her mouth, and she moaned very loudly, calling out 'my son' repeatedly."

"You've gone too far! How could you do this?!"

"Mom got used to it eventually, and now we have a great relationship. When I'm home, we do it several times a week. Mom is getting younger and younger, and we're very happy. Mom later told me that no one outside knows what happens at home, and that having sex with me is very exciting. We've tried more and more things—footjobs, anal sex, we've done everything. But I always feel guilty towards Mom, so I came to you to talk about my feelings."

"I don't know how to comment, but your mom seems very happy. As long as you're both happy, that's all that matters. Be good to your mom; it's not easy being a woman. By the way, where's your dad?"

"My dad and mom officially separated after I finished my college entrance exams, and he settled in another province. So during summer and winter vacations, I made love with my mom every day, anywhere in the house. My mom would moan very loudly; she said she couldn't live without me anymore." "Then congratulations!"

"Auntie, you're divorced too, and still so beautiful. Maybe your son likes you too, and wants to love you like your husband did. Has he shown anything?" "A little, but I held back. I'm afraid others will find out."

"How would anyone know? If you don't tell anyone, who will know! Auntie, relax a little. I hope you and your son are happy! My mom should be back from her social engagement soon. I need to take a shower and wait for her. I'm going to talk to you now. I enjoyed chatting with you. I feel much better now that I've talked about it. Auntie didn't look down on me!" "How could I look down on you? Be careful, you two. Protect your mom. Goodbye." I made up such a long story to win over my mom. It wasn't easy! But I think my mom has accepted the idea of mother and son having sex.

An hour later, I called my mom and told her I was at a friend's house tonight and wouldn't be going. Then I went to sleep. The next day at noon, I returned home and found my laptop in my room still on. I checked my recent browsing history and discovered that the incest novels and adult videos on my desktop had been opened. I was incredibly excited. The thought of my mother masturbating in my room the night before, perhaps even wearing stockings, made me incredibly hard.

So, at noon, I used the same WeChat message I'd used the night before to tell my mother, "Auntie, Mom drank too much again last night. As soon as she got home, she hugged me and started French kissing me. I carried her back to our room and thoroughly enjoyed the warmth of her stockinged feet. Last night was so much fun; we made love twice. During her orgasms, she kept telling me to fuck her hard and suck my toes. It was so wonderful!" A long time later, my mother replied, "Wishing you both well!" I happily closed WeChat and blocked my mom, because I had achieved my goal.

In the afternoon, my mom came home from work, and I excitedly said, "Mom's home! I'm hungry. Don't change your clothes yet, make dinner first, okay?" "So hungry so early today, okay?" my mom said happily. I went to the kitchen to help my mom wash the vegetables, deliberately pressing my face against her buttocks the whole time. My mom didn't seem angry anymore.

After dinner, while my mom was washing the dishes, I took the opportunity to put an aphrodisiac in her cup, and then I took a Viagra pill. After Mom finished cleaning the kitchen, I pretended to be helpful and gave her the water laced with aphrodisiac. She drank it without hesitation.

I thought to myself, "Wow, I can't believe I'll be able to have sex with Mom so soon! With Viagra, I can go from 8 pm to midnight with her today! I'm so excited!" Then I took my mother's hand and led her to the living room. "Mom, are you tired? Let your son give you a massage. I've found I can't live without your beautiful feet. What will I do when I go to university?"

"Will you even remember me when you're in university? You'll be chasing after your female classmates, won't you?" "No, Mom, you're more beautiful than anyone else in my eyes!" I held my mother's feet and looked at her earnestly. "Yes, good son," my mother said softly, her eyes reddening. I gently stroked and massaged my mother's stockinged feet, then softly said, "Mom, I'm going to kiss your feet."

After saying that, I started sticking out my tongue, licking and smelling between my mother's soles and toes. My mother's feet were so wonderful—the smell of leather, and the fragrance of a mature woman's feet. I became even more frenzied. My mother was breathing softly. Suddenly, I noticed that my mother's white panties were soaked. I thought the drug was taking effect, but I wasn't hard yet, so I licked even more intently. My mother closed her eyes and trembled slightly from time to time. At this moment, I said to my mother, "Mom, can I bite open the toe of your sock?" My mother nodded, probably because she was already very aroused.

I bit open the toe of my mother's left sock, and my mother's toes, painted with purple nail polish, jumped out, white and tender. I gently took my mother's big toe into my mouth, and my tongue circled around the toe. My mother suddenly cried out, "Ah - so comfortable." I started biting my mother's feet, like eating a meat dumpling. I put down her left foot and moved on to her right. I first took a deep sniff and said, "Mom, it smells just like the stockings you've worn all day or even days without washing, and I lick them for you every day." "Okay," my mother said. After saying that, I felt a reaction down there. Because of the Viagra I had taken, my erection was there. I took off my underwear and was shocked to find that my penis had become big and thick.

My mother still had her eyes closed, so I licked from her feet to her thighs. Her underwear was already soaking wet, and I started licking the wet areas. "Ah- So good, son, no, no!" Mom trembled. "Don't be afraid, Mom, no one knows. I'll be very gentle." After licking for a while, I took off Mom's panties and started sticking my tongue into her clitoris and vagina. Mom cried out loudly, "So good—so good—son—oh—", Mom must have been in a long time without it, she didn't expect to orgasm so quickly.

I couldn't take it anymore; my penis turned purple. I lifted my mother's legs and said, "Mom, your son is going to fuck you. Is it exciting?" Then I thrust inside her. My mother gripped the sofa tightly, her skin practically tearing off. "Son—oh—no—we—ah—ah—can't do it—it feels so good, son—come on—fuck Mom hard!" I pressed my mother's legs towards her head and thrust forcefully, saying this.

"Mom, I love you so much. I've wanted to have sex with you since middle school. Stocking Mom, how about wearing stockings and making love with your son every day? How about putting your stockinged feet in my mouth every day? Does it feel good? Mmm!" I thrust hard, and Mom's fair toes peeked out from under her stockings, looking especially alluring. I buried my face in Mom's feet and inhaled deeply. "Mom's feet smell so bad, but I love it. Mom, change your stockings every three days starting tomorrow. I love Mom's stinky feet!"

"Ahhhhh—oh—okay—ahhhh—" "Mom doesn't change her clothes every day, she lets you smell them, lets you lick Mom's stinky feet." I was so excited, I took Mom's big toes into my mouth and thrust hard. Mom suddenly shouted, "Harder - Oh - Son - Move faster - Mom's coming - "Mom, let me lick your feet every day, okay? I'll wear stockings in your room and make love with my son every day." "Ah - Ah - Ah - Oh—"

Mom climaxed while tightly hugging my arms. I took Viagra, but I didn't feel like ejaculating at all. After a while, my mother opened her eyes, and I kissed her ear and said, "Mom, did it feel good? Your son will give you pleasure and orgasms every day." "Ignore me!" My mother looked angry and tried to push me away. I thought my mother had probably already orgasmed, and the aphrodisiac effect had worn off, which was why she was acting like this. I thought it seemed I still needed to fuck her hard to get her used to having sex with me, so I picked up my mother and carried her to the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Mom's legs swung, and because the tips of her socks were bitten open, her toes looked especially sexy and stimulating. I pressed Mom against the cabinet, her buttocks facing me, and then tore her pantyhose down and stuffed them all into her mouth. Mom moaned and groaned but couldn't speak. I was extremely excited. I spread Mom's buttocks and started licking Mom's anus. Mom screamed particularly loudly. I said, "Mom, you're still screaming. Everyone downstairs can hear you. They all know I'm fucking Mom. Can't you keep it down?" Mom tried to hold back and hummed softly.

I licked my mother's anus, teasing it with my tongue. My mother seemed to find it very stimulating, moaning "Faster!" Even though her mouth was gagged, I could still hear her. So I pressed my mother down and forcefully thrust my penis inside her again, "Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump—" The whole kitchen was filled with the sounds of my thrusting. I said to my mother, "Mom, we're making love in the kitchen, it's so exciting, aren't I amazing?" "Mmm- mmm- ah- mmm- ah- mmm- mmm—"

After a few minutes of interrogation, I felt I wasn't pressing down on her anymore. Seeing her face was flushed, I let go of her, then held her hands and let her head rest against the cabinet. I started thrusting forcefully again. After a while, I saw my mother's toes gripping the ground tightly, which was especially cute. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I sped up, thrusting my hips forcefully. "Mom, you've climaxed, haven't you? Son feels so good, so exciting! From now on, when you're cooking, I'll fuck you from behind, Mom! Ah, climax, Mom!" "Ah—"

My mother's cute toes gripped the ground even more tightly; she finally climaxed. My mother collapsed, and I quickly caught her. Then I sat down, pressed my face against her genitals, and licked her. She still didn't dare to cry out loud; her genitals were too wet. I sucked all the fluid from her genitals, stood up, and carried her to the cabinet. I looked at her; her eyes were already glazed. I said, "Is it comfortable, Mom in stockings? Your son will serve you every day from now on." My mother breathed heavily; her wavy hair was now disheveled, making her look incredibly sexy.

I lifted my mother's left foot, her hands resting on the cabinet, and I sucked on each of her toes one by one. My mother watched me comfortably. I then sucked on each of her right toes one by one, and then grabbed both of her feet to give her a footjob. It was so stimulating! "Mom's feet are so beautiful. I can suck on them every night before I fall asleep, Mom." "Oh, that feels so good!"

Suddenly, I ejaculated, all over my mother's feet. My mother looked at my white semen without making a sound. I put my mother's beautiful white feet in the sink and washed them carefully. But I almost thought the effects of Viagra would wear off, but after a few minutes my penis was still hard and purple. I happily carried my mother to her room, then took the stocking out of her mouth and said to her, "Mom, now you can shout loudly."

"What did we do? I've really done something terrible." "Mom, no one will know. No one knows what I do at home every day. If you're still shy, I'll get you something to wear."

After saying that, I went to the room and got the blindfold for my mother to put on. "What are you doing? I won't wear it. Go back to your room and stop. I'll die." "Mom, don't talk nonsense. Isn't this good enough? You haven't had sex in over ten years. It would be bad if you did it with someone else. What's wrong with your own son? I'm yours anyway. Mom, you can use me however you want."

"..." "Mom, just enjoy yourself. Leave the rest to me." Mom obediently lay down. Looking at my mother wearing the blindfold, I was burning with lust. I grabbed my mother's washed feet and bit and licked them. The washed feet had no smell. I only liked the smell of my mother's feet, so I wasn't interested.

So I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth, pried open her teeth, and French kissed her passionately. Then I went down to her back, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her two big white breasts sprang out. She was getting older; there were some lines on her breasts, but they were very sexy. I gently bit her nipples, and my mother moaned in pleasure. I guided my penis with one hand and began to insert it again. My mother cried out, "Ah—go in a little more!" I slowly went in and started thrusting. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-oh, son, my son, ah ah, bite my nipple, harder, my dear son, tomorrow I'll let you smell and lick my stockinged feet." "Okay, Mom, tomorrow I want you to take the initiative and put my stockinged feet in my mouth, I want to hold them in my mouth." As I said this, I grabbed my mother's foot and kissed it hard.

"Ah-ah-so good-so itchy, son, husband, harder," I heard my mother call me son and husband, and I became even more excited. I hugged my mother's legs and thrust hard for more than ten minutes, and my mother finally had an orgasm. That night, I fucked my mother in various positions on her bed for more than two hours, and after my mother had several more orgasms, I finally ejaculated.

The next morning, Mom woke up and, looking at what we had done the night before, she burst into tears. "I can't believe I did this with my son! I don't know how I can face anyone now!" After she woke up crying, I hugged her and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I really wanted to make you happy. You're a normal woman, 45 years old and almost menopausal, and you haven't had sex for over ten years. Your son just wanted to be filial to you, and..." "Mom is so beautiful, I don't plan to find a wife anymore. I'll just stay with you, okay, Mom?"

He kissed his mother after saying this. Seeing his sincerity, his mother wiped away her tears and said, "Good son, you don't need to be like this. It's enough that you have Mom in your heart. You still need to have offspring." "I want to have one with you, okay?" His mother laughed. "I can't have any more, you silly boy." "Then we won't have any more. Mom, were you comfortable last night?"

"You're driving me crazy, what do you say?" "Mom, from now on we can make love in every corner of the house. Have you thought about it? In the living room with the lights on, Mom wearing stockings sitting on me, I'll call you Mom, and you'll call me son, with the TV on. Isn't that exciting?" Mom thought for a moment, "It does seem a little bit. You're talking nonsense!"

I leaned close to Mom's ear and said, "Mom, I can smell and lick your stinky feet every day. I'm so happy. I love sucking your feet and fucking you." Mom pushed me away, got up from the bed and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to wash up and go to work. You stay home." I wasn't about to let Mom leave. "Mom, give me a quick one!" I said, then pinned her against the wall and French kissed her, licking her from her ear to her thigh. Then I lifted her right leg and knelt in front of her, saying, "Mom, let me lick you." Mom giggled, "Go ahead and lick me, why are you kneeling?"

"You're my goddess, of course I have to kneel." After saying that, I earnestly licked my mother's right foot. After a night, her feet had regained their mature, womanly scent, and I was incredibly excited. My mother was leaning against the wall, enjoying herself with her eyes closed. After a while, my little brother became active again. I stood up, lifted my mother's legs, and inserted my penis. Because of the lubrication from last night, my mother was still wet, and it went in smoothly. Then, while kissing my mother, I thrust in and out. "I'm tired, let's change positions, son," I said, and lay down on the floor, letting my mother sit on top of me. "Why are you on the floor when there's a bed?"

"Mom, this is so exciting! Mom's fucking her godson on the floor!" Mom chuckled lewdly, slowly guiding my penis as she sat down. With her eyes closed, she thrust rapidly. I couldn't take it anymore and yelled for her to hurry. Then I grabbed her legs and placed them on my face, kissing and licking them. Mom cried out loudly, "Oh—" "Ah—"

I gently bit my mother's toes and said, "Mom, I'm going to cum, hurry up and move, Mom, I want to smell your feet every day." After saying that, my penis loosened and I ejaculated inside her. My mother hadn't climaxed yet and was a little scolding me. I was embarrassed and said, "Mom will make you feel good tonight, you should go to work now, remember to wear stockings and walk around more!" "You little rascal, you like Mom's smelly feet so much, then I'm going out in my boots. You can smell them to your heart's content." "That's great, I love you, Mom." After taking a shower, my mother put on her boots and went out.

After Mom left, I excitedly sat up. I'm still young, and I didn't feel tired at all. I thought I'd take another Viagra pill tonight so Mom wouldn't be able to leave me. Once she couldn't live without me, our happy life would begin!

At 6:30, I figured Mom would be back soon, so I took a Viagra. I waited anxiously for over 40 minutes before Mom finally opened the door. As soon as she entered, I hugged her tightly and carried her to her room—no, our room. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even taken my shoes off yet. I'm so hot from wearing them all day!" "Mom, I can't wait any longer! I want to smell and lick your stockinged feet! I've been waiting all day!"

I put Mom on the bed, then took off one of her boots. Sure enough, the smell was strong, and her feet were wet. "You liked it, didn't you? Let's see if you still like it now!" "I like it, Mom, I love you to death! I want to smell your stinky feet to my heart's content!" After saying that, I took off Mom's other boot and rubbed her wet feet against my face. I absorbed the alluring scent, started kissing, then started licking, and finally frantically sucked on Mom's stockinged toes. Mom lay down, closed her eyes, and trembled as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her.

I knelt in front of my mother's legs, letting her right foot stimulate my nipple, while I took her left foot and licked it to my heart's content. I was already incredibly hard, so I took off my mother's left pantyhose, then her underwear, and prepared to enter her, holding my penis. My mother said, "I'm not wet yet, what's the rush?" Helpless, I could only suck on my mother's soft, white left foot again. My mother moaned in pleasure, "Suck on Mommy's toes, yes, just like that, oh—it feels so good!" I smelled my mother's smelly feet, frantically licking and sucking. My mother said, "It's wet, you can come now, son." I

couldn't wait to thrust in, pulling my mother's hand and forcefully pumping in and out. I showed no mercy because she was my mother, nor any gentleness because she was 44 years old. My mother screamed excitedly, "So good, son—ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" "Harder—faster—suck Mom's toes, Mom, hurry up, I want you to smell Mom's stinky feet!" I cooperated, sucking Mom's big toe and licking the sole of her foot. "Mom, it smells so good, your feet, I love your stinky feet so much, isn't your son amazing? I do it to you in your room every day, and tonight I took Viagra again, so we can do it until very late, Mom, isn't it great?"

"Great, so comfortable—ah—comfortable—so wonderful—Mom's stinky feet are for you to smell and lick every day, no one knows what we do at home, it's so exciting, dear son—ah—ah—" "Listen to my mother, I hugged her legs and forcefully sucked on her left toes, thrusting hard. After a few minutes, "Son, faster, faster, it's coming, ahh—it's coming, Mom is coming—ah—"

My mother gripped my hand tightly and climaxed. "It feels so good, son. I've endured all these years, thank you, son." "Mom, don't say that. I should be thanking you. You wear sexy stockings every day when we make love, letting me savor your beautiful feet every day." Before she could finish speaking, Mom shoved her right foot, still in its stockings, into my mouth. I happily smelled and licked it. "Mom, you're so good! I'm willing to be Mom's foot slave." "What's a foot slave?"

"It means washing Mom's feet with your tongue every day, making sure they're spotless! You won't even miss her toes. When you eat, you'll kneel beside her feet and lick them until Mom finishes eating." "That's so exciting, son! Okay, starting tomorrow, you'll be Mom's foot slave. Mom has decided that you won't wash your feet for three days starting tomorrow before you become Mom's foot slave. During these three days, you'll serve Mom well and let Mom enjoy herself."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and carried my mother to the French windows in the living room. I pulled back the curtains and had my mother hold onto the window with her buttocks facing me. I held onto my mother's buttocks and started thrusting. After half an hour, my mother and I were both tired. Finally, my mother's breasts were pressed against the French windows, and I continued thrusting while holding onto the window. "Mom, is this scene exciting, your son is making love to you?"

"It's so exciting! Ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" After this scene, we did it a few more times on the sofa. When my mother orgasmed, she shouted, "Son, dear son, I can't live without you anymore. Fuck your mother to death!"

That night, we slept on the sofa. My mother's right stocking foot was almost constantly in my mouth. The next day, my mother still wore her boots to work. You can imagine how wonderful her stockinged feet must have smelled in such hot weather. I spent another day fantasizing at home, already prepared to be my mother's foot slave today.

At 6:40 PM, my mother opened the door. I got up at the sound and saw my mother taking off her boots. I immediately went over, hugged and kissed her, my hands roaming between her breasts and genitals. "What are you doing? Let me in first." "No, we agreed that your son would be your foot slave, that your son would serve you."

"You actually took it seriously? Stop fooling around. How could Mom bear to let you be her slave?" I ignored my mother's words, picked her up, and laid her down on the ground. Then, using my teeth, I unzipped the boot on her left foot. Holding her leg with one hand, I took off the boot with the other, quickly revealing her wet, stockinged feet. I said, "Mom's feet smell so bad. Thank you, Mom. Let your son make you feel good." As I spoke, I held my mother's feet to my face. The smell was so stimulating that I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick from the sole to the toes. My mother softly moaned, "Oh—" "So comfortable, son—sucking Mom's feet."

I didn't listen to my mother. Instead, I took off her right boot as well. I held her feet in my hands, inhaling the delicious treat she was giving me. "Mom, just thinking about smelling your stinky feet every day, sucking your toes, and then licking your sexy stockinged feet while I fuck you makes me so excited, Mom."

I put my mother's stockinged toes in my mouth and sucked them intently. Her stockings quickly became wet. I got hard too. I couldn't wait to strip my mother naked. She was only wearing pantyhose and underwear. I pinned her to the ground and kissed her. After a few minutes, I said to her, "Mom, you know what? I've been in love with you for a long time. Every time I see your sexy stockinged feet, I want to pin you down and smell and lick them. Did you notice that I used to masturbate with your stockings a lot in middle school?" "I

never thought you liked my feet. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone over ten years without sex. Even just you stimulating my feet every day would have been fine. Now you can smell and lick them for as long as you want."

"Mom, I love you." "Son, Mom feels the same way. I'm not lying, you've made me happy again, it feels so good." "Mom, no one will know what's going on between us when we close the door, right? I can do it with you anywhere in the house, right?"

"Yes, son, the balcony, the bathroom, the living room, the dining table, the kitchen, and the bedroom—you can lick Mom's feet, you can suck Mom's toes and do it to me." After all that teasing, Mom and I couldn't take it anymore. I carried Mom to the living room sofa, knelt at her feet, and frantically smelled her stockinged feet. I frantically licked and sucked her toes. Since there was no one else around, my mother said loudly, "Son... oh... so good... take off my socks, lick my toes, and suck my feet." I took off my mother's pantyhose, and the dark toes stimulated me. I put them in my mouth and then sucked on my mother's two big toes.

After playing with my mother's feet for a while, I made her sit on me. I turned on the air conditioner and stripped her naked. My mother was moving up and down wildly, moaning. I gently bit her nipples, and soon she climaxed, hugging me tightly. My

mother collapsed on me, and I picked her up, continuing to have sex with her as we walked. When we got to her room, I made her kneel with her back to me. I spread her buttocks and licked her anus. My mother said, "It's dirty, don't lick it." "Mom smells good everywhere, I want to eat Mom's shit."

After saying that, I thrust into my mother's vagina. I stimulated her anus while having sex with her. My mother cried out in pleasure, "Son...you're so good...husband...fuck me harder!" Stimulated by my mother, I ejaculated inside her again. That night, in my mother's room, we made love non-stop until we were exhausted.

[The End]

Foreword:

My parents divorced fifteen years ago, and I lived with my mother.

My mother is now a middle manager in a private company. She has never married or had a boyfriend because of me. My mother is only about 161 cm tall, a little chubby but not fat, with wavy hair. She always wears business attire, stockings, and high heels, which are often stilettos. She looks sexy and alluring.

When I was in junior high school, I learned to masturbate the first time I watched porn. At first, I only watched normal porn, but later I accidentally watched an incestuous AV. In the film, a mother who had been single for a long time discovered that her son was masturbating with her underwear and couldn't stop himself. So she actively seduced her son to have sex with her. The last scene was the mother wearing flesh-colored stockings having sex passionately on the sofa at home. At the time, it had a great impact on me and I found it very exciting because this mother and son were very similar to me. So when I went to porn sites, I stopped reading other novels and only watched mother and son porn.

I fantasized about my mother every day. She was always tired when she came home and would usually take a shower after getting dressed. Whenever I felt the urge, I would sneak a peek at her stockings while she was showering and masturbate. Her stockings smelled especially good in the summer, a mix of sweat and leather, and they were always wet. I would ejaculate very quickly each time. Later, I found out that my mother had known all along but hadn't said anything.

During the summer after my middle school entrance exams, I don't know how many pairs of my mother's stockings I smelled and ejaculated in. I felt incredibly happy every time I thought about my mother wearing those stockings I had ejaculated in to work. At the time, I didn't have any other thoughts; it was just secret masturbation. When I got to high school, my studies became much more demanding, and I didn't have the energy for that anymore. I almost never did it during my three years of high school. Through my hard work, I was admitted to a top university in the provincial capital. My mother was overjoyed, and so was I. When the results came out, I hugged my mother and realized that she had aged considerably in the past three years, with noticeable wrinkles. After all, she was over 40, but she still exuded a sophisticated and mature charm. This summer after the college entrance exam, feeling very relaxed, I started paying more attention to my mother again. She still came home from work to cook, rarely going out for social events.

For the first week after my grades came out, I read mother-son novels every day, finishing several years' worth. As a result, all I could think about was my godmother, my mother wearing stockings and having sex with me, sucking her beautiful feet while I was having sex with her.

I started planning how I could have sex with my mother. First of all, rape was definitely out of the question, since it would be disrespectful to my mother. After thinking about it for an afternoon, I felt that it would be better to guide her slowly.

First, I should help my mom with housework and praise her more to get closer to her. Then, I'll pretend to accidentally let her see me masturbating while wearing her stockings or shorts. Finally, I can find a way to let her see incestuous novels or adult videos. With the plan set, I started to act. That night, my mom came home, and I went out to greet her. Seeing her stockings and high heels almost made me hard. I said, "Mom's home! You must be tired today. I'll help you with the housework tonight." "What's wrong? Why are you being so caring today?" "Nothing, I just feel like I should do something for you, otherwise you'll be going to college soon." "Haha, that's a good thought, but I'll do it myself."

"..." Then Mom changed her clothes and went to take a shower. I walked to the washing machine and watched Mom take off her flesh-colored stockings with yellowed tips. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took them out and masturbated while smelling and even putting them in my mouth. After I ejaculated, I made up my mind that I would make Mom wear stockings and have sex with me when she came home from get off work during the summer vacation.

My mother came out of the shower, wearing pajamas and slippers. Her feet, painted with bright red nail polish, looked especially sexy. I stared at her beautiful feet. "Why are you staring at my feet? Go do your own thing."

"I've noticed that you're getting more and more beautiful, Mom. I didn't really notice before." "Oh, you've become so sweet since you got into university. Is there something you want to say?" When my mother said this, I suddenly felt that maybe traveling with my mother would be a better way to strengthen our relationship. Since we'd be sharing a hotel room, we could spend every day together. So I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, Mom, I want to go on a trip. Will you come with me?"

"Okay, you should think about where to go first. I also think I should take you out for a walk. I'm quite bored at work every day, and I haven't taken a single day of my annual leave." "You agreed so quickly, that's great! I'll tell you tomorrow." I pretended to be happy and went over to kiss my mother hard, while blowing air into her ear. When I blew air into her ear, my mother visibly trembled, probably because she hadn't been with a man for over ten years. "You're such a grown man, and you're still so indecent! You've

kissed my face so hard it hurts!" Mom blushed as she went to cook. Seeing this, I ran in to help. In the kitchen, I casually helped Mom chop vegetables, but my main focus was on Mom's breasts and legs. After a while, I got hard, so I took the opportunity to nudge Mom's butt with my penis. After a few times, Mom found out and was a little angry but didn't want to say anything. So she scolded, "What are you doing, making a mess? Get out of here, I don't need your help anymore." Seeing this, I quickly laughed and left.

During dinner, I tried to probe my mother, asking, "Mom, I'm already in college, why don't you have a boyfriend yet? Or are you dating someone behind my back?" "What are you saying? I'm so old, who would want me? I'll only be able to rely on you to support me in the future."

"Who said that? Mom is so beautiful, with such a great figure, I think you're even prettier than girls my age! Nobody wants you, but I do! I'll support you, haha!" "Eat your food, I don't need you to support me, just work hard. I'm fine on my own."

"Okay, Mom, I'll be good to you," I said earnestly. I saw my mother's eyes redden, so I quickly said, "Eat, eat your food." After dinner, my mom and I sat on the sofa watching TV. When we saw someone in the show soaking their feet to relax, I decided to tease my mom. I said, "Mom, you must be tired today. How about I give you a foot massage?" "Yes, I am. Wearing such high heels every day, of course my feet hurt! You're so kind of you today!"

"Of course, I'm happy to serve Mom's beautiful feet." After saying that, I patted my thigh, indicating that my mom should put her legs on my thigh so I could massage them. "Don't always joke like that about Mom. What beautiful feet?" I said, putting my legs on my thigh as well.

Looking at my mother's beautiful feet with their red nail polish, I was so excited I almost couldn't speak. "Really, Mom, I'm not kidding, I'd kiss your beautiful feet!" "Don't say that. If you're so capable, then kiss them if you don't mind them being dirty." I really wanted to, but I still said, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously, Mom." "I knew it! Now, give me a massage."

So I obediently massaged my mother's beautiful feet. As I massaged, it probably felt too good, and my mother actually fell asleep. I got excited and started getting restless. My hands caressed every inch of my mother's skin. After a while, I got an erection, but I didn't dare to move. I saw that my mother didn't react. I had originally thought of holding her foot up for a footjob, but then I thought it was too dangerous, so I gave up and just held it between my legs. After a few minutes, it went soft. I was still touching my mother's feet. This time, I lifted my mother's left foot to my face. My mother's feet had a bit of a smell, but I liked it.

I couldn't resist kissing my mom's toes and soles. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. "What are you doing? You actually kissed them!" I was momentarily flustered. I hadn't expected her to be awake. I could only say, "I just thought your feet were so beautiful, I couldn't resist kissing them." At that moment, I felt uneasy. Had my mom noticed my erection? "Do you think Mom's nail polish is pretty?" I was surprised by her question. "It's pretty, but I think purple and green suit you better, a more mature look!" "I think so too. I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too." With that, she got up and went to her room.

"I'm going to sleep too." I went back to my room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Today had been too exciting, so I got up and fantasized about my mother's stockinged feet while masturbating. I fantasized about my mother calling out to me as her son, then actively putting her stockinged feet on my face and into my mouth, and then me having sex with her… The next day, I went to the mall and used my savings to buy my mother two bottles of the most expensive purple and green nail polish, and a pair of pink peep-toe high heels that I thought were pretty. That evening, when my mother came home from get off work, I said to her, "I've decided, let's go to the beach in Qingdao. Hainan might be too hot for me." "Whatever you say, I'll take tomorrow off, and we'll get ready to go the day after."

"Okay, Mom, here's something to see." She took out the nail polish. Mom said, "My son is so thoughtful, thank you! I'll paint it tomorrow and wear the shoes you bought me on my trip!" "

Why don't you paint it now, Mom? I want to see." "You're so demanding. Wait until after your shower." While Mom was showering, I imagined her lifting her toes to paint her nails, and I was incredibly excited. After her shower, I pulled Mom down to sit and asked her to paint them purple. Mom originally wanted to eat first and wash off the red nail polish first, but watching her carefully paint each nail with purple, my heart raced, and I almost forced myself on her, but that was just a thought.

After applying the makeup, I had my mom put on stockings and the shoes I bought for her, along with one of her own cheongsams. I laughed and said, "Mom, you look so beautiful! I'd marry you, haha!" "What are you talking about, son? Your mom's so old." "Not old at all! Stockings, high heels, cheongsam—I almost couldn't resist!"

"Nonsense, go change and cook." That evening, while watching TV, I did the same thing as before: I massaged my mom's feet, and afterwards, I kissed her and smelled them. My mom seemed used to it and didn't say anything, just jokingly said, "You're so dirty." Before bed, Mom went to brush her teeth, and I followed. While brushing, I pressed my penis against her. Mom must have felt it, because she turned around, a little embarrassed and angry, and said, "What are you doing? Don't stick so close to me. Go back to bed."

But this time I didn't listen to her and continued brushing my teeth next to her. I was wearing shorts, so Mom could probably feel my penis. Seeing that I didn't react, Mom quickly finished brushing and went to bed. Feeling awkward, I went back to my room.

"Have you packed your things? Let's go, son," Mom said, wearing sunglasses, a shirt, a short skirt, and the high heels I bought for her. "Okay, let's go, beautiful." We arrived at the airport at 11 o'clock and lined up to board the plane.

A few hours later, at 4 PM, we arrived in Qingdao. Since I'd never traveled far before and didn't know about online hotel bookings, by the time we got to the hotel closest to the beach, there were no double rooms available. My mother suggested we book two, but I immediately stopped her, saying, "Why two rooms, Mom? It's so expensive. Let's just have one. What's wrong with a mother and son sharing a bed?" "You're so old, sleeping with me is embarrassing, don't you think?"

"No, just one room. Two blankets will do." My mother couldn't argue with me, and there were people waiting in line, so we had no choice but to book one room. Once in the room, I was secretly delighted; tonight I had a chance.

After putting down my luggage, I went out to eat and shop with my mom. My mom, wearing stockings, held my hand, and I felt so happy. As we walked, I started daydreaming absentmindedly.

We got back to the hotel after 9 pm. The elevator was packed. We were on the 32nd floor, the second to last. Because I was still daydreaming, my mom was squeezed in front of me in the elevator. Since I was stiff the whole time, I took the opportunity to press myself against her and grab her arms to see her reaction. After a few floors, my mom probably realized what was happening. She turned around, looking angry, but didn't say anything, so she stepped on me. I endured the pain and let go. By the time we reached the 20s, there were almost no people left.

I continued to cling to my mother, and this time she went straight to the elevator door. I felt I might have gone too far, so I stopped. After we got out of the elevator, my mother ignored me. She wouldn't respond when I tried to talk to her. Back in the room, she got angry, "What are you doing? Can't you learn something nice? Stop joking about your mother. Next time I'll hit you!"

"Don't be angry, they bumped into me, it wasn't intentional," I lied desperately. In the end, my mother had no choice but to go to the bathroom to change and take a shower. I forgot to mention, my mother not only brought clothes and cosmetics but also her own sheets, slippers, and other personal items. So when we slept that night, it felt like I was sleeping in my mother's bed at home. After Mom finished showering, I followed her. Seeing her stockings on the sink, I couldn't resist picking them up and smelling them.

After the shower, Mom was a little tired and fell asleep quickly, but I was very excited. At first, I was well-behaved in bed, but later I started to snuggle up to her. Soon I got an erection and unconsciously rubbed it against her buttocks. Later, I felt unsatisfied and was afraid Mom would wake up, but I wanted her to know what I wanted to do most. So I got up and looked at the incestuous AV in my notebook, making some noise, but not very loudly.

Watching mature women in stockings being fucked by their sons in AVs, I felt incredibly excited. I looked at my mother in the mirror, unable to resist, so I went to the bathroom and took out her stockings. I masturbated while watching the AVs. My mother seemed to hear something and said, "What are you doing? Why aren't you asleep?" I didn't answer, and neither did she. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother get up and look at me in the mirror, so I excitedly ejaculated forcefully, my semen staining my mother's stockings.

When I turned back, my mother was pretending to be asleep again. After I finished tidying up, I deliberately left the computer on and changed the titles of the novels and AVs to phrases like "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," "Mother's Beautiful Feet," and "Mother-Son Incest" and put them on the desktop. I just wanted my mother to see them.

After ejaculating, I obediently went to sleep, but secretly turned on my phone's video recorder, facing the computer desk in front of the mirror. I woke up at 7 a.m. the next day, but my mother wasn't there, which was unusual for her. I guessed what was going on, so I quickly went to the bathroom and checked my phone. All I heard was my snoring.

About an hour into the recording, around 11 PM, I saw my mother get up and sit in front of the computer, browsing through AVs and novels. She seemed restless, probably wanting to do it, but not masturbating. I admired her self-control. I scrolled through the recording and realized that from 53 minutes to 2:17 AM, she had been reading novels.

I turned off the recording and checked her recent browsing history. It turned out she was reading "Falling in Love with My Stocking-Clad Mother," a story about a mother and son just like ours. She seemed engrossed, finishing it before going to sleep. Knowing what Mom did last night, I was still hard, but I immediately went to take a shower and then called Mom to get up for breakfast so we could go to the beach early, because it would get hot later and I was worried she'd get a tan from my stockings. Mom got up, her eyes darting around as she looked at me. Since I was done, I kept staring at her. I saw her in the bathroom holding the stockings I'd used on yesterday, lost in thought for a while. I deliberately asked, "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"Do Mom's stockings smell good?" Mom suddenly laughed and asked, catching me off guard. "They smell great! I want to smell them every day!" "Go out, I need to change." Mom came out, having changed out of her cheongsam into a pair of brown sheer stockings. Her red shoes revealed her beautiful brown feet. "Mom, you look so beautiful!" "Let's go to the beach." The beach wasn't too crowded because it was still early. Mom changed into her swimsuit, taking off her stockings on the beach. "Hold these for Mom," someone said. "I'll let my son eat them if he wants," another said. "Don't be silly."

We took many photos, some of which were taken by others. They all complimented my mom on how young she looked, saying we looked like siblings. But I whispered in her ear, "I think we look like a couple, Mom." "Nonsense!" she retorted.

We played at the beach for a few hours, but the sun got too strong, so we left. Mom suggested we go back to the hotel because it was too hot, and I said, "Okay, I haven't had a good rest yet." So Mom changed back into her cheongsam and stockings. In the back seat of the taxi, I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Mom, are you tired today?" "Yes, I am. Give me a massage when we get back," she replied. I whispered, "Can you wear stockings while you massage me? Please." Mom didn't say anything, just looked at me and smiled.

Back in the room, Mom didn't change her clothes; she just took off her shoes to prepare for a nap. Seeing my chance, I said, "Mom, let me take care of you." "Come on, give Mom a foot massage." I moved a stool to the foot of the bed and sat down, touching my mother's stockinged feet. Neither of us spoke. After a while, my mother said she was sleepy and told me to rest too.

I didn't want to leave my mother's beautiful feet, so I said, "You go to sleep, I'll keep massaging them." My mother fell asleep and started snoring softly. I grew bolder and began to put my mother's feet on my face, inhaling the scent of a mature woman's feet. I got an erection. I started kissing my mother's stockinged feet without restraint.

I really wanted to suck on my mother's toes, but I was afraid of waking her and embarrassing myself. I also took many close-up photos of my mother's stockinged feet.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I got into bed and whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, your feet are so sexy. I really want to suck your toes and make love at home every day." Then I closed my eyes, but I didn't actually fall asleep. About ten minutes later, my mother woke up. She thought I was asleep, and I heard her sigh and say, "What should I do?"

I pretended to be asleep, but I was excited inside. My mom knew what I had just done, and she didn't scold or hit me, which meant my wish would soon come true. Then my mom got up and went back to the computer. I knew she was looking at novels or AVs, so I kept pretending to be asleep. Out of the corner of my eye,

I saw my mom watching AVs again, but this time without any sound. This time, my mom kept touching her genitals, and I guessed she was masturbating. I knew my chance had come, but this time I didn't just get up and force myself on her. I wanted something more exciting.

I half-opened my eyes, and on the AV screen, my mom was sitting on her son, moving her body. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings, and although there was no sound, I could tell she was very passionate.

At the same time, Mom was also vigorously stroking her genitals, her movements quickening, she must be close to orgasm. A few minutes later, Mom collapsed on the table, then glanced back at me before going to take a shower. Soon, Mom came out dressed and called me to get up for lunch. I pretended to have just woken up and sat up. I saw that Mom had changed her clothes; she was wearing a floral dress with sheer stockings and slippers. She looked very alluring. I stared at Mom for a long time. Mom said, "Stop looking. It's past 1 p.m., get up and eat. We still have to go out and play.

" "Mom is so beautiful!" I jumped up and deliberately kissed Mom on the lips. Mom was a little surprised, but she laughed and said, "Don't mess around. I'm your mother!"

"What's wrong, Mom? Can't Mom let her son kiss her?" After saying that, I put on my clothes and went to eat with Mom. There was an unexpected incident during dinner. Because my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother, I deliberately dropped my chopsticks and crawled under the table to peek at her. She was wearing lace panties! At that moment, I wanted to grab her legs and give her oral sex. My mother, seeing I hadn't come up yet, looked down at me and asked, "What are you looking at for so long?"

"Nothing," I said shyly.

After dinner, we went to the boardwalk. It was too hot for sightseeing. My mother stood on the boardwalk and asked me to take pictures. I had her pose in a few ways I liked, and then we asked someone to take photos of us. This time, I stood directly behind my mother, pressing my crotch against her, since no one outside knew us anyway.

My mother seemed a little uncomfortable and tried to pull away. I whispered in her ear, "Take a picture, Mom." Her breathing seemed a little heavier. I put my right hand on her bottom and wrapped my left arm around her.

I said to the young girl, "Take the picture, beautiful." After taking the picture, the girl handed me the camera. I looked at the two photos and smiled happily. My mother seemed a little awkward, but I smiled with satisfaction! We wandered around a bit more, had some drinks at a cafe in the scenic area, and sat there until after 5 pm. After dinner, we went back to the hotel. I had a feeling something was going to happen tonight!

We got back to the hotel at 8 pm, with a few hours before bedtime. I decided to do something. I helped my mother sit down, took off her shoes, kissed the soles of her stockings, and said, "Mom, let me massage your feet a little more, don't take off your stockings."

"Go ahead and massage, I'm watching TV," I said, gently touching my mother's silk-stockinged feet, rubbing the soles of her feet. My mother seemed to react, blushing. I said, "Mom, your feet are the most beautiful feet in the world. Although they look thin, the soles are so fleshy, and your toes are so sexy." "Stop being so glib, don't bother me while I'm watching TV." "Okay," I said, gently massaging, my fingers wandering under her toes encased in stockings. Actually, my mother's feet had a slight odor, and the soles were a little damp, after walking for quite a while. But to me, the smell was pleasant. How could I dislike her beautiful feet in stockings with purple nail polish in my hands?

After pressing the button for about half an hour, I said, "I'm tired, Mom. I want to watch the computer. You watch TV." "Oh, go ahead and watch it," Mom seemed to think I would watch porn, and her expression was a little strange. I turned on the computer, looked at some music videos, and finally clicked on "The Humiliated Mother at Home," which I had saved to my E drive. After looking for a while, my underwear was already bulging. Mom seemed to notice and said, "What are you doing? Why are you so quiet?" "Nothing, just reading a novel."

"What novel?" "I'm afraid you'll scold me, so I won't tell you." "Tell me." Mom knew I was reading incest, but she still deliberately made me tell her. So I said, "I'll move it to the bed to read, and you can read it too." After saying that, I moved it directly to the bed and actively hugged Mom to read, whispering in her ear, "Look, it's good, a family story." When she saw the part where the son was being forced to kiss his mother, Mom said, "What the hell is this? I'm not reading anymore."

"I said, let's take another look. It's just a common story, something that happens in many families. It's something other people share." Mom didn't say anything and continued reading. My hand kept touching Mom's ear, and I kept blowing into her ear. I took the opportunity to kiss Mom's ear and then gently licked and kissed it. Mom seemed to be aroused. She closed her eyes and her face was red. I thought I was going with the flow, but when I touched Mom's breasts, Mom got angry. "What are you doing? No, how could I let you see this kind of thing? Go away, go away!"

I didn't expect this, and suddenly I lost interest. I had to give up. I got out of bed and went back to my original spot. After watching it alone, I was incredibly hard, fantasizing that it would be quite exciting to rape my mother once. If it happened too often, she'd get used to it. For the next few days, I wasn't in the mood for sightseeing; at night, I'd only smell my mother's beautiful feet.

Three days later, we went home. Thinking about how little progress had been made, I felt a little frustrated. Back in my room, I closed the door and decided to devise a new plan: WeChat! I created a new WeChat account and applied to add my mother. That night, she kept rejecting me, but I kept adding her. Just when I was about to lose patience, she actually accepted.

I decided to wait a day and make my move the next night. Half an hour later, I went out of the room and saw my mother asleep on the sofa. Her stockinged feet were right next to the sofa. I boldly grabbed my mother's feet and smelled them. The smell stimulated me, and I got an erection. My mother woke up and said, "What are you doing now?" She tried to pull her feet away, but this time I held on tightly. I put her stockinged feet down right in front of my mother. I sniffed her face hard and said, "Mom, your feet are so beautiful, I can't resist!" "I've been wearing these stockings all day, don't you find them smelly?" "No, they smell so good, I love them so much." After saying that, I stuck out my tongue and licked the soles and toes of my mother's feet. "How dare you! Let go!" My mother tried to pull away, but she couldn't.

I ignored my mother and continued to sniff and lick. To be honest, my mother's feet did smell a little, but the smell was so stimulating that I couldn't stop. "Mom, stop washing your feet, let me wash them for you." I continued to play with my mother's feet. Seeing that there was no other way, and that I didn't do anything else excessive, my mother held back, her face turning red. "Hurry up and do it, I'm going to take a shower." I began to gently lick my mother's feet, from the heels to the soles and then to her toes encased in stockings. I took all five of her toes into my mouth, and she seemed to feel it,

letting out a comfortable "Ah—". I became even more excited and, completely forgetting myself, took out my penis and began to masturbate. My mother, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, suddenly noticed what I was doing, immediately snapped out of it, broke free from me, and said sternly, "Do you know what you're doing?!" Then she went to take a shower. I could only go back to my room, fantasizing again about my mother wearing stockings and making love to me, on the sofa or in the kitchen. I imagined myself sucking on her stockinged toes and vigorously fucking her. After masturbating, I lay down and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother drinking water. I suddenly thought that when the time was right, I would buy aphrodisiacs and put them in her water. That would make our lovemaking much more exciting. After my mother went to work, I took a shower and went out. I went to all the adult stores and bought a blindfold, a gag, and anal plugs. Then, most importantly, I bought the aphrodisiacs. Because I was a virgin and afraid of ejaculating prematurely that night, I also went to the pharmacy and bought Viagra.

Then, I went home excitedly. After my mother came home that evening, we had dinner. I lied to her, saying I was going out to see some friends, but actually I wanted to get a hotel room and spend the night teasing her. I watched TV at the hotel until after 8 pm, thinking I had enough time, so I started chatting with my mother. "Auntie, are you there? Is that your profile picture? You're so pretty.

" "Yes," my mother replied after a long time.

"How old are you, Auntie? You've

aged so well." "44. What's so good about that? You look so old." My mother seemed to enjoy being complimented. "Really, you're very beautiful. Your husband must love you very much."

"I've been divorced for over ten years, and now only my son lives with me. He just went out." "Oh, your son must love you very much, since you're such a beautiful mom."

"He's alright, he likes to have fun."

"Auntie, my son is probably a little younger than me. I'm a sophomore in college this year, and I'm home for summer vacation." "Yes, he's older than you. He just finished his college entrance exams."

"Sigh, Auntie, actually I just wanted to confide in you online, I've been holding it in for so long." "Tell me, let's see if Auntie can give you some advice."

"Please don't scold me or block me, I'll just tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Actually, my mom and I have been having sex for over four years, and...!" "I had sex with my mom when I was 2. So many years have passed, and now I feel really depressed, even though my mom and I were both happy." "What! Why did you have this kind of relationship with your mom?"

"My mom is as beautiful as you, but my dad treated her badly. He often beat her. Later, my dad was transferred to work in another province and only came back once every six months. I was the one who stayed home with my mom." "Your dad is so bad, but is that a reason for you and your mom to do this? It's immoral." "My mom is still very young, beautiful, and knows how to dress well, but she hasn't divorced me because of me. I feel so sorry for her.

One night during winter break, she drank too much and came home to lie on the bed, her clothes and pants..." Without taking them off, I went to take care of her. That day, Mom was wearing flesh-colored stockings, which looked incredibly sexy. I couldn't resist and started smelling and licking her beautiful feet. Perhaps because she'd been drinking, Mom was very excited and didn't care who I was. She took off my clothes and then stripped herself down to just her underwear and stockings. I was also very excited, constantly sucking on Mom's feet. Because of her boots, the smell was very strong, but I didn't mind anything about Mom. I kept licking them, and eventually, we couldn't help but do it. "..."

"Later, Mom woke up and regretted it, but the next night I couldn't resist going to her room again. Mom didn't want to, but I was dizzy, so I tied her hands with her stockings and then gagged her with my underwear. I raped Mom. That night, Mom cried a lot, but I kept having sex with her. After the first time, I lay down to rest, and then I played with Mom's beautiful feet. I got hard again and started having sex with her again. The second time, she was very proactive. I took the underwear out of her mouth, and she moaned very loudly, calling out 'my son' repeatedly."

"You've gone too far! How could you do this?!"

"Mom got used to it eventually, and now we have a great relationship. When I'm home, we do it several times a week. Mom is getting younger and younger, and we're very happy. Mom later told me that no one outside knows what happens at home, and that having sex with me is very exciting. We've tried more and more things—footjobs, anal sex, we've done everything. But I always feel guilty towards Mom, so I came to you to talk about my feelings."

"I don't know how to comment, but your mom seems very happy. As long as you're both happy, that's all that matters. Be good to your mom; it's not easy being a woman. By the way, where's your dad?"

"My dad and mom officially separated after I finished my college entrance exams, and he settled in another province. So during summer and winter vacations, I made love with my mom every day, anywhere in the house. My mom would moan very loudly; she said she couldn't live without me anymore." "Then congratulations!"

"Auntie, you're divorced too, and still so beautiful. Maybe your son likes you too, and wants to love you like your husband did. Has he shown anything?" "A little, but I held back. I'm afraid others will find out."

"How would anyone know? If you don't tell anyone, who will know! Auntie, relax a little. I hope you and your son are happy! My mom should be back from her social engagement soon. I need to take a shower and wait for her. I'm going to talk to you now. I enjoyed chatting with you. I feel much better now that I've talked about it. Auntie didn't look down on me!" "How could I look down on you? Be careful, you two. Protect your mom. Goodbye." I made up such a long story to win over my mom. It wasn't easy! But I think my mom has accepted the idea of mother and son having sex.

An hour later, I called my mom and told her I was at a friend's house tonight and wouldn't be going. Then I went to sleep. The next day at noon, I returned home and found my laptop in my room still on. I checked my recent browsing history and discovered that the incest novels and adult videos on my desktop had been opened. I was incredibly excited. The thought of my mother masturbating in my room the night before, perhaps even wearing stockings, made me incredibly hard.

So, at noon, I used the same WeChat message I'd used the night before to tell my mother, "Auntie, Mom drank too much again last night. As soon as she got home, she hugged me and started French kissing me. I carried her back to our room and thoroughly enjoyed the warmth of her stockinged feet. Last night was so much fun; we made love twice. During her orgasms, she kept telling me to fuck her hard and suck my toes. It was so wonderful!" A long time later, my mother replied, "Wishing you both well!" I happily closed WeChat and blocked my mom, because I had achieved my goal.

In the afternoon, my mom came home from work, and I excitedly said, "Mom's home! I'm hungry. Don't change your clothes yet, make dinner first, okay?" "So hungry so early today, okay?" my mom said happily. I went to the kitchen to help my mom wash the vegetables, deliberately pressing my face against her buttocks the whole time. My mom didn't seem angry anymore.

After dinner, while my mom was washing the dishes, I took the opportunity to put an aphrodisiac in her cup, and then I took a Viagra pill. After Mom finished cleaning the kitchen, I pretended to be helpful and gave her the water laced with aphrodisiac. She drank it without hesitation.

I thought to myself, "Wow, I can't believe I'll be able to have sex with Mom so soon! With Viagra, I can go from 8 pm to midnight with her today! I'm so excited!" Then I took my mother's hand and led her to the living room. "Mom, are you tired? Let your son give you a massage. I've found I can't live without your beautiful feet. What will I do when I go to university?"

"Will you even remember me when you're in university? You'll be chasing after your female classmates, won't you?" "No, Mom, you're more beautiful than anyone else in my eyes!" I held my mother's feet and looked at her earnestly. "Yes, good son," my mother said softly, her eyes reddening. I gently stroked and massaged my mother's stockinged feet, then softly said, "Mom, I'm going to kiss your feet."

After saying that, I started sticking out my tongue, licking and smelling between my mother's soles and toes. My mother's feet were so wonderful—the smell of leather, and the fragrance of a mature woman's feet. I became even more frenzied. My mother was breathing softly. Suddenly, I noticed that my mother's white panties were soaked. I thought the drug was taking effect, but I wasn't hard yet, so I licked even more intently. My mother closed her eyes and trembled slightly from time to time. At this moment, I said to my mother, "Mom, can I bite open the toe of your sock?" My mother nodded, probably because she was already very aroused.

I bit open the toe of my mother's left sock, and my mother's toes, painted with purple nail polish, jumped out, white and tender. I gently took my mother's big toe into my mouth, and my tongue circled around the toe. My mother suddenly cried out, "Ah - so comfortable." I started biting my mother's feet, like eating a meat dumpling. I put down her left foot and moved on to her right. I first took a deep sniff and said, "Mom, it smells just like the stockings you've worn all day or even days without washing, and I lick them for you every day." "Okay," my mother said. After saying that, I felt a reaction down there. Because of the Viagra I had taken, my erection was there. I took off my underwear and was shocked to find that my penis had become big and thick.

My mother still had her eyes closed, so I licked from her feet to her thighs. Her underwear was already soaking wet, and I started licking the wet areas. "Ah- So good, son, no, no!" Mom trembled. "Don't be afraid, Mom, no one knows. I'll be very gentle." After licking for a while, I took off Mom's panties and started sticking my tongue into her clitoris and vagina. Mom cried out loudly, "So good—so good—son—oh—", Mom must have been in a long time without it, she didn't expect to orgasm so quickly.

I couldn't take it anymore; my penis turned purple. I lifted my mother's legs and said, "Mom, your son is going to fuck you. Is it exciting?" Then I thrust inside her. My mother gripped the sofa tightly, her skin practically tearing off. "Son—oh—no—we—ah—ah—can't do it—it feels so good, son—come on—fuck Mom hard!" I pressed my mother's legs towards her head and thrust forcefully, saying this.

"Mom, I love you so much. I've wanted to have sex with you since middle school. Stocking Mom, how about wearing stockings and making love with your son every day? How about putting your stockinged feet in my mouth every day? Does it feel good? Mmm!" I thrust hard, and Mom's fair toes peeked out from under her stockings, looking especially alluring. I buried my face in Mom's feet and inhaled deeply. "Mom's feet smell so bad, but I love it. Mom, change your stockings every three days starting tomorrow. I love Mom's stinky feet!"

"Ahhhhh—oh—okay—ahhhh—" "Mom doesn't change her clothes every day, she lets you smell them, lets you lick Mom's stinky feet." I was so excited, I took Mom's big toes into my mouth and thrust hard. Mom suddenly shouted, "Harder - Oh - Son - Move faster - Mom's coming - "Mom, let me lick your feet every day, okay? I'll wear stockings in your room and make love with my son every day." "Ah - Ah - Ah - Oh—"

Mom climaxed while tightly hugging my arms. I took Viagra, but I didn't feel like ejaculating at all. After a while, my mother opened her eyes, and I kissed her ear and said, "Mom, did it feel good? Your son will give you pleasure and orgasms every day." "Ignore me!" My mother looked angry and tried to push me away. I thought my mother had probably already orgasmed, and the aphrodisiac effect had worn off, which was why she was acting like this. I thought it seemed I still needed to fuck her hard to get her used to having sex with me, so I picked up my mother and carried her to the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Mom's legs swung, and because the tips of her socks were bitten open, her toes looked especially sexy and stimulating. I pressed Mom against the cabinet, her buttocks facing me, and then tore her pantyhose down and stuffed them all into her mouth. Mom moaned and groaned but couldn't speak. I was extremely excited. I spread Mom's buttocks and started licking Mom's anus. Mom screamed particularly loudly. I said, "Mom, you're still screaming. Everyone downstairs can hear you. They all know I'm fucking Mom. Can't you keep it down?" Mom tried to hold back and hummed softly.

I licked my mother's anus, teasing it with my tongue. My mother seemed to find it very stimulating, moaning "Faster!" Even though her mouth was gagged, I could still hear her. So I pressed my mother down and forcefully thrust my penis inside her again, "Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump—" The whole kitchen was filled with the sounds of my thrusting. I said to my mother, "Mom, we're making love in the kitchen, it's so exciting, aren't I amazing?" "Mmm- mmm- ah- mmm- ah- mmm- mmm—"

After a few minutes of interrogation, I felt I wasn't pressing down on her anymore. Seeing her face was flushed, I let go of her, then held her hands and let her head rest against the cabinet. I started thrusting forcefully again. After a while, I saw my mother's toes gripping the ground tightly, which was especially cute. I knew my mother was about to climax, so I sped up, thrusting my hips forcefully. "Mom, you've climaxed, haven't you? Son feels so good, so exciting! From now on, when you're cooking, I'll fuck you from behind, Mom! Ah, climax, Mom!" "Ah—"

My mother's cute toes gripped the ground even more tightly; she finally climaxed. My mother collapsed, and I quickly caught her. Then I sat down, pressed my face against her genitals, and licked her. She still didn't dare to cry out loud; her genitals were too wet. I sucked all the fluid from her genitals, stood up, and carried her to the cabinet. I looked at her; her eyes were already glazed. I said, "Is it comfortable, Mom in stockings? Your son will serve you every day from now on." My mother breathed heavily; her wavy hair was now disheveled, making her look incredibly sexy.

I lifted my mother's left foot, her hands resting on the cabinet, and I sucked on each of her toes one by one. My mother watched me comfortably. I then sucked on each of her right toes one by one, and then grabbed both of her feet to give her a footjob. It was so stimulating! "Mom's feet are so beautiful. I can suck on them every night before I fall asleep, Mom." "Oh, that feels so good!"

Suddenly, I ejaculated, all over my mother's feet. My mother looked at my white semen without making a sound. I put my mother's beautiful white feet in the sink and washed them carefully. But I almost thought the effects of Viagra would wear off, but after a few minutes my penis was still hard and purple. I happily carried my mother to her room, then took the stocking out of her mouth and said to her, "Mom, now you can shout loudly."

"What did we do? I've really done something terrible." "Mom, no one will know. No one knows what I do at home every day. If you're still shy, I'll get you something to wear."

After saying that, I went to the room and got the blindfold for my mother to put on. "What are you doing? I won't wear it. Go back to your room and stop. I'll die." "Mom, don't talk nonsense. Isn't this good enough? You haven't had sex in over ten years. It would be bad if you did it with someone else. What's wrong with your own son? I'm yours anyway. Mom, you can use me however you want."

"..." "Mom, just enjoy yourself. Leave the rest to me." Mom obediently lay down. Looking at my mother wearing the blindfold, I was burning with lust. I grabbed my mother's washed feet and bit and licked them. The washed feet had no smell. I only liked the smell of my mother's feet, so I wasn't interested.

So I stuck my tongue into my mother's mouth, pried open her teeth, and French kissed her passionately. Then I went down to her back, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Her two big white breasts sprang out. She was getting older; there were some lines on her breasts, but they were very sexy. I gently bit her nipples, and my mother moaned in pleasure. I guided my penis with one hand and began to insert it again. My mother cried out, "Ah—go in a little more!" I slowly went in and started thrusting. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-oh, son, my son, ah ah, bite my nipple, harder, my dear son, tomorrow I'll let you smell and lick my stockinged feet." "Okay, Mom, tomorrow I want you to take the initiative and put my stockinged feet in my mouth, I want to hold them in my mouth." As I said this, I grabbed my mother's foot and kissed it hard.

"Ah-ah-so good-so itchy, son, husband, harder," I heard my mother call me son and husband, and I became even more excited. I hugged my mother's legs and thrust hard for more than ten minutes, and my mother finally had an orgasm. That night, I fucked my mother in various positions on her bed for more than two hours, and after my mother had several more orgasms, I finally ejaculated.

The next morning, Mom woke up and, looking at what we had done the night before, she burst into tears. "I can't believe I did this with my son! I don't know how I can face anyone now!" After she woke up crying, I hugged her and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I really wanted to make you happy. You're a normal woman, 45 years old and almost menopausal, and you haven't had sex for over ten years. Your son just wanted to be filial to you, and..." "Mom is so beautiful, I don't plan to find a wife anymore. I'll just stay with you, okay, Mom?"

He kissed his mother after saying this. Seeing his sincerity, his mother wiped away her tears and said, "Good son, you don't need to be like this. It's enough that you have Mom in your heart. You still need to have offspring." "I want to have one with you, okay?" His mother laughed. "I can't have any more, you silly boy." "Then we won't have any more. Mom, were you comfortable last night?"

"You're driving me crazy, what do you say?" "Mom, from now on we can make love in every corner of the house. Have you thought about it? In the living room with the lights on, Mom wearing stockings sitting on me, I'll call you Mom, and you'll call me son, with the TV on. Isn't that exciting?" Mom thought for a moment, "It does seem a little bit. You're talking nonsense!"

I leaned close to Mom's ear and said, "Mom, I can smell and lick your stinky feet every day. I'm so happy. I love sucking your feet and fucking you." Mom pushed me away, got up from the bed and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to wash up and go to work. You stay home." I wasn't about to let Mom leave. "Mom, give me a quick one!" I said, then pinned her against the wall and French kissed her, licking her from her ear to her thigh. Then I lifted her right leg and knelt in front of her, saying, "Mom, let me lick you." Mom giggled, "Go ahead and lick me, why are you kneeling?"

"You're my goddess, of course I have to kneel." After saying that, I earnestly licked my mother's right foot. After a night, her feet had regained their mature, womanly scent, and I was incredibly excited. My mother was leaning against the wall, enjoying herself with her eyes closed. After a while, my little brother became active again. I stood up, lifted my mother's legs, and inserted my penis. Because of the lubrication from last night, my mother was still wet, and it went in smoothly. Then, while kissing my mother, I thrust in and out. "I'm tired, let's change positions, son," I said, and lay down on the floor, letting my mother sit on top of me. "Why are you on the floor when there's a bed?"

"Mom, this is so exciting! Mom's fucking her godson on the floor!" Mom chuckled lewdly, slowly guiding my penis as she sat down. With her eyes closed, she thrust rapidly. I couldn't take it anymore and yelled for her to hurry. Then I grabbed her legs and placed them on my face, kissing and licking them. Mom cried out loudly, "Oh—" "Ah—"

I gently bit my mother's toes and said, "Mom, I'm going to cum, hurry up and move, Mom, I want to smell your feet every day." After saying that, my penis loosened and I ejaculated inside her. My mother hadn't climaxed yet and was a little scolding me. I was embarrassed and said, "Mom will make you feel good tonight, you should go to work now, remember to wear stockings and walk around more!" "You little rascal, you like Mom's smelly feet so much, then I'm going out in my boots. You can smell them to your heart's content." "That's great, I love you, Mom." After taking a shower, my mother put on her boots and went out.

After Mom left, I excitedly sat up. I'm still young, and I didn't feel tired at all. I thought I'd take another Viagra pill tonight so Mom wouldn't be able to leave me. Once she couldn't live without me, our happy life would begin!

At 6:30, I figured Mom would be back soon, so I took a Viagra. I waited anxiously for over 40 minutes before Mom finally opened the door. As soon as she entered, I hugged her tightly and carried her to her room—no, our room. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even taken my shoes off yet. I'm so hot from wearing them all day!" "Mom, I can't wait any longer! I want to smell and lick your stockinged feet! I've been waiting all day!"

I put Mom on the bed, then took off one of her boots. Sure enough, the smell was strong, and her feet were wet. "You liked it, didn't you? Let's see if you still like it now!" "I like it, Mom, I love you to death! I want to smell your stinky feet to my heart's content!" After saying that, I took off Mom's other boot and rubbed her wet feet against my face. I absorbed the alluring scent, started kissing, then started licking, and finally frantically sucked on Mom's stockinged toes. Mom lay down, closed her eyes, and trembled as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her.

I knelt in front of my mother's legs, letting her right foot stimulate my nipple, while I took her left foot and licked it to my heart's content. I was already incredibly hard, so I took off my mother's left pantyhose, then her underwear, and prepared to enter her, holding my penis. My mother said, "I'm not wet yet, what's the rush?" Helpless, I could only suck on my mother's soft, white left foot again. My mother moaned in pleasure, "Suck on Mommy's toes, yes, just like that, oh—it feels so good!" I smelled my mother's smelly feet, frantically licking and sucking. My mother said, "It's wet, you can come now, son." I

couldn't wait to thrust in, pulling my mother's hand and forcefully pumping in and out. I showed no mercy because she was my mother, nor any gentleness because she was 44 years old. My mother screamed excitedly, "So good, son—ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" "Harder—faster—suck Mom's toes, Mom, hurry up, I want you to smell Mom's stinky feet!" I cooperated, sucking Mom's big toe and licking the sole of her foot. "Mom, it smells so good, your feet, I love your stinky feet so much, isn't your son amazing? I do it to you in your room every day, and tonight I took Viagra again, so we can do it until very late, Mom, isn't it great?"

"Great, so comfortable—ah—comfortable—so wonderful—Mom's stinky feet are for you to smell and lick every day, no one knows what we do at home, it's so exciting, dear son—ah—ah—" "Listen to my mother, I hugged her legs and forcefully sucked on her left toes, thrusting hard. After a few minutes, "Son, faster, faster, it's coming, ahh—it's coming, Mom is coming—ah—"

My mother gripped my hand tightly and climaxed. "It feels so good, son. I've endured all these years, thank you, son." "Mom, don't say that. I should be thanking you. You wear sexy stockings every day when we make love, letting me savor your beautiful feet every day." Before she could finish speaking, Mom shoved her right foot, still in its stockings, into my mouth. I happily smelled and licked it. "Mom, you're so good! I'm willing to be Mom's foot slave." "What's a foot slave?"

"It means washing Mom's feet with your tongue every day, making sure they're spotless! You won't even miss her toes. When you eat, you'll kneel beside her feet and lick them until Mom finishes eating." "That's so exciting, son! Okay, starting tomorrow, you'll be Mom's foot slave. Mom has decided that you won't wash your feet for three days starting tomorrow before you become Mom's foot slave. During these three days, you'll serve Mom well and let Mom enjoy herself."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and carried my mother to the French windows in the living room. I pulled back the curtains and had my mother hold onto the window with her buttocks facing me. I held onto my mother's buttocks and started thrusting. After half an hour, my mother and I were both tired. Finally, my mother's breasts were pressed against the French windows, and I continued thrusting while holding onto the window. "Mom, is this scene exciting, your son is making love to you?"

"It's so exciting! Ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" After this scene, we did it a few more times on the sofa. When my mother orgasmed, she shouted, "Son, dear son, I can't live without you anymore. Fuck your mother to death!"

That night, we slept on the sofa. My mother's right stocking foot was almost constantly in my mouth. The next day, my mother still wore her boots to work. You can imagine how wonderful her stockinged feet must have smelled in such hot weather. I spent another day fantasizing at home, already prepared to be my mother's foot slave today.

At 6:40 PM, my mother opened the door. I got up at the sound and saw my mother taking off her boots. I immediately went over, hugged and kissed her, my hands roaming between her breasts and genitals. "What are you doing? Let me in first." "No, we agreed that your son would be your foot slave, that your son would serve you."

"You actually took it seriously? Stop fooling around. How could Mom bear to let you be her slave?" I ignored my mother's words, picked her up, and laid her down on the ground. Then, using my teeth, I unzipped the boot on her left foot. Holding her leg with one hand, I took off the boot with the other, quickly revealing her wet, stockinged feet. I said, "Mom's feet smell so bad. Thank you, Mom. Let your son make you feel good." As I spoke, I held my mother's feet to my face. The smell was so stimulating that I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick from the sole to the toes. My mother softly moaned, "Oh—" "So comfortable, son—sucking Mom's feet."

I didn't listen to my mother. Instead, I took off her right boot as well. I held her feet in my hands, inhaling the delicious treat she was giving me. "Mom, just thinking about smelling your stinky feet every day, sucking your toes, and then licking your sexy stockinged feet while I fuck you makes me so excited, Mom."

I put my mother's stockinged toes in my mouth and sucked them intently. Her stockings quickly became wet. I got hard too. I couldn't wait to strip my mother naked. She was only wearing pantyhose and underwear. I pinned her to the ground and kissed her. After a few minutes, I said to her, "Mom, you know what? I've been in love with you for a long time. Every time I see your sexy stockinged feet, I want to pin you down and smell and lick them. Did you notice that I used to masturbate with your stockings a lot in middle school?" "I

never thought you liked my feet. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone over ten years without sex. Even just you stimulating my feet every day would have been fine. Now you can smell and lick them for as long as you want."

"Mom, I love you." "Son, Mom feels the same way. I'm not lying, you've made me happy again, it feels so good." "Mom, no one will know what's going on between us when we close the door, right? I can do it with you anywhere in the house, right?"

"Yes, son, the balcony, the bathroom, the living room, the dining table, the kitchen, and the bedroom—you can lick Mom's feet, you can suck Mom's toes and do it to me." After all that teasing, Mom and I couldn't take it anymore. I carried Mom to the living room sofa, knelt at her feet, and frantically smelled her stockinged feet. I frantically licked and sucked her toes. Since there was no one else around, my mother said loudly, "Son... oh... so good... take off my socks, lick my toes, and suck my feet." I took off my mother's pantyhose, and the dark toes stimulated me. I put them in my mouth and then sucked on my mother's two big toes.

After playing with my mother's feet for a while, I made her sit on me. I turned on the air conditioner and stripped her naked. My mother was moving up and down wildly, moaning. I gently bit her nipples, and soon she climaxed, hugging me tightly. My

mother collapsed on me, and I picked her up, continuing to have sex with her as we walked. When we got to her room, I made her kneel with her back to me. I spread her buttocks and licked her anus. My mother said, "It's dirty, don't lick it." "Mom smells good everywhere, I want to eat Mom's shit."

After saying that, I thrust into my mother's vagina. While stimulating her anus, I continued to fuck her. My mother cried out in pleasure, "Son...you're so good...husband...fuck me harder!" Stimulated by my mother's movements, I ejaculated inside her again. That night, in my mother's room, we made love non-stop until we were exhausted.

[The End]

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