Mother's beautiful tender vagina

My name
is Lü Dechang. From childhood to adulthood, I was always a good boy, obedient to my parents and teachers. My father often told me that when I grew up, I shouldn't care about looks or age when choosing a wife, only whether she was rich. He said I should marry a daughter from a wealthy family so I wouldn't have to struggle for decades. He explained that if my wife was rich, I wouldn't need to work, could live a life of luxury, hire many servants, and do nothing myself, becoming a high and mighty lord. My father constantly nagged me, and his words accompanied me throughout my life.

During my school years, whether in elementary or middle school, I was surrounded by many different kinds of female classmates. Some of them were interested in me, but I chose to avoid them because they were all children from poor families. Don't ask me why I have so many girls around me. It's because I'm quite good-looking; you could even call me handsome. Friends and family often praise me for it. My father once jokingly said, "If Dechang doesn't amount to anything in the future, I'll make him a gigolo. That way, his talents won't be wasted."

Others would think my father was joking, but I don't. I know my father too well. He's two-faced, a very pragmatic person. He'll side with whoever feeds him. Take my uncle, for example. He made some money in business early on and is considered a millionaire. Our family of three relied entirely on my mother's factory work to support us, while my father was unemployed and idle all day, always looking for something fun to do. Life was quite difficult for us.

After my uncle became wealthy, he took great care of my father, buying him whatever we needed. His house was only a few streets away, but my father rarely visited before. However, since his fortune, he went to his uncle's house every day. He addressed him as "elder brother" and was extremely friendly to his family, completely forgetting the time when my uncle was poor and I had chased him for blocks over a mere act of oral sex. Later, my uncle's business failed, and my father often mocked him, saying he was destined to be poor his whole life and would never get rich.

My mother was a very gentle and virtuous woman, always with a faint smile on her face. Everyone who saw that smile was infected by it and felt a sense of joy and comfort from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes I felt strange that such a good woman as my mother would marry such a good-for-nothing "rogue" as my father.

In my memory, my mother never lost her temper, and she got along very well with the neighbors. She never performed oral sex on us. Every day she got up at sunrise to cook for us, then went to the factory, and when she came back, she continued to do housework, never complaining about how heavy the housework was.

I have an indescribable feeling for my mother. Whenever I look at her, I feel very comfortable and peaceful. So, from a young age, I loved to cling to her, nestled in her arms, listening to her stories, and smelling her faint fragrance. This was my greatest enjoyment and most beautiful memory as a child. Sometimes I think I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up, I won't be able to snuggle in my mother's arms like this anymore.

My father's greatest "wish" was to "hope his son would become a dragon." In order for me to make a lot of money in the future and marry a rich man's daughter, he was very strict with me, making sure that I didn't waste a single second of my free time playing and had to bury myself in my books all the time. And so my school years were so long and so tedious. I had almost no friends, and who would be friends with a bookworm?

After enduring the long high school years, I was admitted to a prestigious local university as I had hoped. My mother was overjoyed. On the day I received my admission notice, she immediately slaughtered all the chickens we raised to celebrate. My father complained that my mother shouldn't have killed them all; he wanted to keep them for himself to have with his drinks. At

that moment, my father called me aside with a serious expression and "earnestly" gave me a "task": find a rich woman to be my wife; looks didn't matter. In this fiercely competitive job market, a wealthy wife can indeed greatly help one's career and achieve success. I also thought my father's words made some sense.

I was working towards this goal, but reality is always so cruel. Most wealthy women are incredibly ugly, the good-looking ones are poor, and the rich and beautiful ones are out of my reach. Did I really have to sacrifice myself and find an ugly woman? I was confused.

And so, my four years of university were almost over, and I still hadn't found a wealthy man's daughter to marry. My father got anxious and immediately gave me a strict order: I had to find one before graduation, or he would disown me. Actually, I no longer have any respect for my father; whether I acknowledge him or not is irrelevant. But I absolutely cannot disown my mother. She's the only person I truly care about in my life, and all my hard work in studying is to give her a better life.

Then, a woman named Cheng Lili entered my life. She was of average appearance, her features barely passable, bordering on ugly. She was slightly overweight, less than 1.6 meters tall—a typical chubby girl. She quickly launched her offensive. I wasn't keen on paying attention to her, only giving her perfunctory responses, as I had little interest in her. But she was clever; she drove her car to my house. When my father saw the car, worth hundreds of thousands, his eyes lit up. When he learned it was my friend, his enthusiastic and sincere expression almost made me not recognize him.

He quickly began to bombard Lili with questions about her background, but when his father learned that her father's assets were worth hundreds of millions, his eyes were filled with undisguised envy and jealousy. His father relentlessly encouraged me to pursue her, and Cheng Lili herself showered me with attention and constantly expressed her affection for me. Under the combined onslaught of my father and Lili, I quickly succumbed. After graduating from university, I married her, and we moved into the villa her father had given me. I then worked at her father's company, but only as a junior employee. Her father, my father-in-law, didn't offer me any special treatment; his gaze towards me was filled with disdain, as did her mother and her only brother—the whole family treated her the same way.

After marriage, her personality changed drastically. Her former submissiveness vanished; she constantly bossed me around, ordering me around at will, and even fired all the maids, claiming it was to enjoy life as a couple, keeping only the chef to satisfy her insatiable appetite. She treated me like a servant, making me do everything. After a long day's work, I still had to do her laundry and cleaning.

All of this was bearable, but what was most unbearable was her insatiable sex drive. She needed to have sex several times every night, often resorting to other forms of torment. Being weighed down by her fat every day, seeing her nauseatingly large breasts, and smelling her disgusting odor—how could this be considered sex? It was clearly hard labor, but even manual labor wouldn't be this unbearable.

Six months passed like this, and I gradually developed a sexual fear of her. I was afraid to see her fat; in just six months, I had lost a full five kilograms, while she had gained ten kilograms, looking like a huge lump of white flesh. I even suspected she was practicing some kind of yin-yang cultivation. I gradually refused her sex, and when she realized I could no longer satisfy her, she actually kept a gigolo outside, even openly bringing him back to her villa.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate such a blatant cuckolding, and immediately said, "What do you mean? You're keeping a gigolo and bringing him home?"

But she nonchalantly replied, "So what? The old one's no longer usable, so of course I'll find a new one."

Hearing her words, as if she considered me an old gigolo, I immediately shouted angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

She looked at me with disdain, her face sharp and sarcastic, and said, "Haha, can't you tell? You think I don't know why you married me? You're just after money, you gigolo."

"If you can't satisfy me, I'll find someone else. What's wrong with that?" She continued, "You probably don't know that I also found an old gigolo, that's your father, haha, your father is much more capable than you, haha..."

I was stunned by her words. I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing, but when I thought about his character, I was confused. My heart told me that my father might really have done it for money.

"Your father sold his son, and he sold himself too. Haha, both father and son are selling themselves, that's truly rare." Cheng Lili's sarcastic words echoed in the empty house.

I said nothing and walked out of the villa. All I wanted now was to see my mother. Sitting in the taxi, I recalled my experiences over the past twenty-four years, feeling like a puppet on a string, completely without freedom, not even in my marriage.

When I got home, I saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen for months. She was still smiling at me, her face full of love. My mother hadn't changed; her beautiful figure was still so curvaceous, as if time had left no trace on her.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and threw myself into my mother's arms, bursting into tears. My mother seemed a little lost, but seeing a grown man in his twenties crying like this, she knew I must have suffered a great injustice.

"Chang'er, what happened? Don't cry, tell me," she comforted me.

Nestled in my mother's arms, breathing in her familiar scent, I felt as if I had returned to my teenage years, when I would run to my mother for comfort whenever I was wronged. With my mother's comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized. I told her everything that had happened since my marriage, and I also told her everything that had happened today without hiding anything. My

mother was heartbroken to hear about all the grievances I had suffered, but she couldn't accept my father's actions at all. "No wonder he's been so generous lately, so that's what happened. What a Lu Zhaoxin, what a white-faced old man."

How could my mother and I face the reality before us? In the end, we hugged each other and cried. Holding my mother's full body, looking at her pretty face with tears streaming down her face and her helpless expression, I felt very sorry for her. If my mother were my wife, I would definitely love her well and never let her suffer any grievances.

Holding my mother, I gradually became aroused. My hand, which had been stroking her back, slowly moved downwards, and the desire within me began to burn. The object of my desire was my beloved mother. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want to suppress my love for her anymore. I love my mother, I love everything about her. I held my mother tightly with one arm, while the other hand caressed her fleshy buttocks. When my mother realized my actions were getting inappropriate, when she discovered my penis pressing against her lower abdomen...

My mother was startled. When she looked up and saw the expectant and lustful look in my eyes, she wasn't stupid. She immediately knew what I was going to do and shouted, "Chang'er, what are you doing? Let me go!"

I knew that if I let go this time, I might never have another chance, and there would definitely be a barrier between us. My mother would probably be wary of me all the time. Whether I could overcome this barrier depended on this day.

"Mother, I love you! Please accept me!" I said what I had never dared to say before.

"Chang'er, don't do this anymore. This is wrong. We can't do this. It's incest. Let go!" My mother still refused to accept me and resisted fiercely in my arms.

"But, Mother, I really love you. I've loved you since I was very young. Mother, I want you to be my woman!" I said excitedly.

"Chang'er, you've gone mad! This is incest, don't you know that? Let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

"No! Mother, love is innocent. Do you know how much I love you? All these years, my dreams have been about you. Mother, you love me too, don't you? We haven't wronged anyone by being together, not even Father. He himself is all muddle-headed." I became more and more agitated as I spoke, my mouth raining kisses on my mother's cheeks.

"Don't do this, Chang'er!" My mother desperately pushed my head away, trying to stop me from kissing her.

"Mother, I love you. Be my woman! I swear I will love you forever."

I embraced my mother's alluring body. I couldn't hold back any longer. At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind: I love my mother, my mother is mine, I want my mother. I clamped my legs around my mother, quickly pulling her shirt up to my shoulders and then ripping open her bra. At that moment, I saw the scene I had always dreamed of: my mother's upper body was naked, her snow-white skin dazzling, her smooth, flat abdomen alluring, and her full, firm breasts standing erect, bobbing up and down with her rapid breathing.

My mother's head was resting on my shoulder, listless, silently shedding tears. Seeing her like this, I felt a pang of pity, a flicker of regret rising within me. But it was too late to back down now; I had waited so many years for this day, I couldn't let it all go to waste.

Seeing my mother lying there quietly, as if resigned to her fate, I was afraid she might do something rash, so I whispered in her ear, "Mother, are you really unwilling? I've never been with a real woman before. Please help your son."

My mother looked at me calmly and said, "So you're going to lay a hand on your own mother? What's the difference between that and being an animal?"

"No, it's different, Mother. I love you. I consider you my mother, my wife. I love you deeply," I said slowly, looking into my mother's eyes.

At that moment, neither of us spoke, we just gazed at each other silently. After a long while, my mother touched my face and said, "Chang'er, you are my son, and what mother doesn't love her own child? If you really want me to give it to you, you must forget everything after today." It

was already a blessing that my mother could accept me; we could deal with the rest later. I replied, "Okay, Mother." Seeing that I had agreed, my mother slowly stood up and silently walked to my old room. I followed her slowly.

My mother stood by the bed and slowly took off her clothes. As she moved, her clothes gradually disappeared, revealing her full, snow-white body. Her skin was as white as snow, and her large, plump breasts sagged slightly, yet remained incredibly alluring. Her long, straight legs stood upright. My mother was already in her forties, but looking at her curvaceous body, it was hard to believe that she was a middle-aged woman.

After undressing, my mother lay flat on the bed, her face slightly flushed, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed, quietly waiting for me. My mother was very nervous; her body seemed somewhat stiff, her breathing a little rapid, and her full breasts trembled up and down with each breath.

I stared in disbelief, my mouth dry, swallowing involuntarily. My body trembled uncontrollably. Slowly, I reached out my trembling hands and gently caressed my mother's smooth skin, my hands tracing the contours of her flat stomach. They moved slowly towards her breasts, gently cupping her full, soft breasts. The touch was incredibly delicate and soft, like cotton candy.

Touching my mother's beautiful body, I realized only now how pleasurable and arousing a woman's body could be. Sometimes I caressed her gently, sometimes I kneaded her firmly, her two elastic breasts changing shape in my hands.

"Mother... your breasts are so beautiful... so soft and smooth... and so big and white, they feel so good to touch."

I exclaimed, slowly lowering my face to gently kiss my mother's full breasts. My lips rubbed against her smooth skin, and my tongue savored every inch of her breasts, licking back and forth between her snow-white neck and breasts, from her full breasts down to her snow-white shoulders, finally savoring her large, white breasts. With

my stimulation, my mother's body gradually responded, trembling slightly and emitting soft moans. Her two full breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing. My mother gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes remaining closed even as I teased her, her head turned away from me. My hand slowly moved down from her breasts, across her smooth abdomen, heading towards my climax.

"My long-cherished wish has finally come true today. Mother, you will always belong to me." I stroked my mother, unable to contain my excitement any longer. Happiness had been so close.

I gently caressed my mother's beautiful vulva: pink labia, a delicate clitoris, all displaying the allure of a mature woman. I stroked her small labia, slowly rubbing her delicate clitoris. My mother's body gradually responded; her legs trembled restlessly, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes were half-closed. At this moment, my mother was incredibly sexy and alluring. I

could no longer resist. I quickly stripped off my clothes, straddled my mother, aimed my penis at her vulva, and "plop!" my penis entered my mother's warm, narrow vulva. The soft walls of her vagina enveloped me, and I began to slowly thrust, my hands tightly squeezing my mother's soft breasts.

"Mother... I feel so good... This is the true taste of a woman... Ah... That fat woman's rotten hole is as loose as a belt... I've lived in vain before." I groaned loudly with excitement.

The moment I penetrated my mother, her whole body stiffened, her vagina clenched tighter than usual due to tension, and tears slowly flowed from her helpless and sorrowful eyes. She murmured softly, "Am I committing a sin? If so, please, God, don't punish my son, punish me instead. The child is innocent."

The sounds of flesh colliding, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" echoed in the narrow room, mixed with my shouts and my mother's low moans. My mother's face flushed crimson, covered in fine beads of sweat, her long hair cascading over her trembling, snow-white breasts.

Stimulated by the taboo of orgy, the excitement and happiness I felt were beyond words. I abandoned all my inhibitions, focusing intently on thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina, twisting my hips in rapid, relentless assault. The love juices overflowing from her vagina had already soaked the sheets at the point of our union.

"Mmm...oh..." My mother was struggling to keep up with my thrusting. Although she was still clenching her teeth, she began to let out low moans. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth from the pleasure, and her breathing became heavier. Her moans were a silent encouragement to me, and I attacked her wet, fleshy hole even more vigorously.

At this moment, my mother also felt pleasure. She subconsciously twisted her beautiful buttocks to meet the thrusts of her son's penis, and she moaned softly. Seeing that my mother was aroused, I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. My mother's moans, my panting, and the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room for a long time, creating a scene of lewd incest between mother and son.

I braced myself on the bed, my lower body thrusting relentlessly into my mother's vagina. I leaned close to her, carefully observing her. Her face was flushed with desire, tinged with a hint of wantonness. Her beautiful eyes were tightly shut, she dared not look at me, yet even with her eyes closed, she seemed to clearly feel my burning gaze upon her.

When she slightly opened her eyes, she saw my face pressed against her cheek. Her small mouth opened slightly but then closed again, remaining silent and ignoring me. Watching her actions, I realized she had intended to reprimand me, but given her position, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

About an hour later, I gradually sensed that my mother's orgasm was imminent. Her body was stiff, and she was breathing heavily, a sign that orgasm was coming. Her rosy face was tilted back slightly, her body covered in fragrant sweat, and her breasts, wet with sweat, heaved.

My mother felt waves of pleasure, both painful and stimulating, against the walls of her vagina. She could no longer ignore the pleasure in her body, because she had reached orgasm. She tried her best to control herself. "Ah...oh...I'm here."

I saw my mother let out a long gasp, and her already tight vaginal walls contracted even more sharply, and streams of vaginal fluid kept surging against my glans. I also climaxed under my mother's stimulation. I hugged her full body tightly with both hands, my hot penis penetrating deep into her vagina. My penis, gripped by the vaginal walls, exploded violently, gushing out streams of hot semen, a large amount of hot semen spraying deep into my mother's warm vagina.

After the passion subsided, I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily, unwilling to move for a long time. My mother was also breathing softly, her pretty face flushed, her curved eyelashes trembling, and her alluring red lips slightly parted.

I lay quietly on my mother's body, savoring the moment, and said to her, "Mom, I want to divorce Cheng Lili. Do you support me?"

My mother looked at me with some surprise and said, "Have you made up your mind? Your father won't agree..."

"Don't mention him anymore. He sold his son and then sold himself. He doesn't deserve to be my father." I interrupted my mother.

My reaction surprised my mother. She gently scolded me, "No matter what happens, your father is your father. You can't disown him." Then she added, "Once you've made up your mind, go for it. Don't worry about others."

I listened to my mother, silently put on my clothes, and walked out of the old house where I had lived for over twenty years. Looking at the clear sky, I felt it was a reflection of my inner self. I shouted loudly at the sky, "I will rely on myself! I will never marry a rich man's daughter again!"

My name is Lü Dechang. From childhood to adulthood, I have always been a good child, listening to my parents and teachers. My father often told me that when I grew up, I would marry a woman regardless of her looks or age, only whether she was rich. I should marry a rich man's daughter so I could avoid decades of struggle. "As long as your wife is rich, you don't need to work. You can live a life of luxury, hire many servants, do nothing yourself, and be a high and mighty lord." My father often nagged me about this, and his words accompanied me throughout my life.

During my school years, whether in elementary or middle school, I was surrounded by many different kinds of female classmates. They were more or less interested in me, but I chose to avoid them because they were all children from poor families. Don't ask me why I had so many girls around me; it's because I was quite good-looking, even handsome, and relatives and friends often praised me. My father once jokingly said: "If Dechang doesn't amount to anything in the future, I'll make him a gigolo, so that his talents won't be 'buried'."

Others would have thought my father was joking, but I didn't. I knew my father too well; he was two-faced, a very pragmatic man who would side with whoever offered the most benefits. Take my uncle, for example. He made a fortune in business years ago and was a millionaire. Our family of three relied entirely on my mother working in a factory to support us, while my father was unemployed, spending his days idly. He was always out there doing something fun, and our family struggled to make ends meet.

After my uncle became wealthy, he took great care of my father, buying him whatever we needed. My uncle's house was only a few streets away from us, but my father rarely visited before. However, ever since my uncle became wealthy, my father went to his house every day. He addressed my uncle's family as "elder brother" and was extremely friendly to them, completely forgetting the time when my uncle was poor and my father had chased him for several streets over a mere oral sex. Later, when my uncle's business failed, my father often mocked him, saying he was destined to be poor his whole life and would never be rich.

My mother was a very gentle and virtuous woman, always wearing a faint smile. Everyone who saw that smile was infected by it and felt a sense of joy and comfort from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes I find it strange that a good woman like my mother would marry such a useless "rogue" as my father.

In my memory, my mother never lost her temper, and she got along well with the neighbors. She never performed oral sex on us. Every day she would get up at sunrise to cook for us, then go to the factory, and come back to continue doing housework. She never complained about how heavy the housework was.

I have an indescribable feeling for my mother. Whenever I look at her, I feel very comfortable and peaceful. So, from a young age, I liked to stick close to my mother, snuggle in her arms, listen to her stories, and smell her faint fragrance. This was my greatest enjoyment and most beautiful memory as a child. Sometimes I think, I don't want to grow up, because when I grow up I won't be able to snuggle in my mother's arms like this anymore.

My father's greatest "wish" was for me to "become a dragon among men." To ensure I would make a lot of money and marry a wealthy man's daughter, he was extremely strict with me, forbidding me from wasting a single second of my free time playing and forcing me to constantly bury myself in books. Thus, my school years were so long and so tedious. I had almost no friends; who would be friends with a bookworm?

After enduring the long middle school years, I was admitted to a prestigious local university. My mother was overjoyed. On the day I received my acceptance letter, she immediately slaughtered all the chickens we raised to celebrate. My father even complained that my mother shouldn't have killed them all; he wanted to keep some for himself to drink with.

At that moment, my father called me aside with a serious expression and "earnestly" assigned me a "task": find a rich woman to marry, looks don't matter. In this society where job competition is so fierce, a rich wife can indeed greatly help one's career and achieve success, and I thought my father's words made some sense.

I was working towards this goal, but reality is always so cruel. Most rich women are terribly ugly, the good-looking ones are poor, and the rich and beautiful ones are out of my reach. Did I really have to sacrifice myself and find an ugly woman? I was confused.

And so, as my four years of university drew to a close, I still hadn't found a wealthy man's daughter to marry. My father grew anxious and immediately gave me a death sentence: I had to find one before graduation, or he would disown me. Actually, I had no respect for my father anymore; whether he acknowledged me or not didn't matter. But I absolutely couldn't disown my mother. She was the only person I truly cared about in my life, and all my hard work in studying was to give her a better life.

Then, a woman named Cheng Lili entered my life. She was of average appearance, her features barely passable, bordering on ugly. She was slightly overweight, less than 1.6 meters tall—a typical chubby girl. She quickly launched her offensive. I wasn't really interested in her, just going through the motions, but she was clever enough to drive to my house. When my father saw the car worth hundreds of thousands, his eyes lit up. When he learned it was my friend, his enthusiastic and sincere expression almost made me not recognize him.

He quickly bombarded Lili with questions about her background, but when he learned that her father's assets were worth hundreds of millions, his eyes were filled with undisguised envy and jealousy. My father relentlessly encouraged me to pursue her, and Cheng Lili also showed me extra care and attention, constantly expressing her affection for me. Under the dual offensive of my father and Lili, I quickly succumbed. I married her after graduating from university. We moved into the villa her father had given us, and I started working at his company as a junior employee. Her father, my father-in-law, didn't give me any special treatment whatsoever; he looked at me with disdain. Her mother and her only brother were the same way.

After marriage, her personality changed drastically. Her previous submissiveness vanished. She constantly bossed me around, ordering me around at will. She even fired all the maids, saying she wanted to enjoy life as a couple, keeping only the chef to satisfy her gluttonous appetite. She treated me like a servant, making me do everything. Even after a long day of work, I still had to do her laundry and cleaning when I got home.

All of this was still bearable, but what was most unbearable was her insatiable sex drive. She needed to have sex several times every night to satisfy herself, and she often tormented me in various ways. Every day, I was weighed down by her fat body, looking at her body full of fat, at her disgustingly large breasts, and at her repulsive body odor. This wasn't sex; it was hard labor. Even hard labor wouldn't be this unbearable.

I endured this for half a year, and I gradually developed a sexual fear of her. I was afraid to see her fat. In just six months, I lost a full five kilograms, while she gained ten kilograms. She looked like a huge pile of white flesh. I even suspected that she had been practicing yin-yang cultivation. I gradually rejected her sexual advances, and when she realized I could no longer satisfy her, she actually started keeping a gigolo outside, even openly bringing him back to her villa.

Of course, I couldn't tolerate such a blatant cuckoldry, and immediately said, "What do you mean? Keeping a gigolo and bringing him home?"

But she nonchalantly replied, "What's the big deal? The old one's no longer usable, so of course I find a new one."

Hearing her words, as if she considered me an old gigolo, I immediately shouted angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

She looked at me with disdain, her face sharp and sarcastic, and said, "Haha, can't you tell? You think I don't know why you married me? You're just after money, you gigolo."

"If you can't satisfy me, I'll find someone else. What's wrong with that?" She continued, "You probably don't know I also found an old gigolo, that's your father, haha, your father is much more capable than you, haha..."

I was stunned by her words. I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing, but thinking about his character made me confused. My heart told me that my father might really have done it for money.

"Your father sold his son, and he sold himself, haha, father and son both selling themselves, that's really rare." Cheng Lili's sarcastic words echoed in the empty house.

I didn't say anything and walked out of the villa. All I wanted to do now was see my mother. I sat in the taxi, recalling my experiences over the past twenty-four years. I felt like a puppet on a string, with no freedom whatsoever, not even in marriage.

When I got home, I saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen for months. She was still smiling at me, her face full of love. She hadn't changed; her beautiful figure was still so shapely, as if time had left no trace on her.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and buried my face in her arms, bursting into tears. My mother was a little bewildered, but seeing a grown man in his twenties crying like this, she knew I must have suffered a great injustice.

"Chang'er, what happened? Don't cry, tell me," she comforted me.

Nestled in her arms, breathing in her familiar scent, I felt as if I had returned to my childhood, when I would run to my mother for comfort whenever I felt wronged. With my mother's comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized. I told her everything that had happened since my marriage, including what had happened today, without hiding anything.

My mother was heartbroken to hear about all the grievances I had suffered, but she couldn't accept my father's actions at all. "No wonder he's been so generous lately, so that's what happened. What a Lu Zhaoxin, what a white-faced old man."

How could my mother and I face the reality before us? In the end, we hugged each other and cried. Holding my mother's full body, looking at her pretty face with tears streaming down her face and her helpless expression, I felt very sorry for her. If my mother were my wife, I would definitely love her well and never let her suffer any grievances.

Holding my mother, I gradually became aroused. My hand, which had been stroking her back, slowly moved downwards, and the desire within me began to burn. The object of my desire was my beloved mother. I knew this was wrong, but I didn't want to suppress my love for her anymore. I love my mother, I love everything about her. I held my mother tightly with one arm, while the other hand caressed her fleshy buttocks. When my mother realized my actions were getting inappropriate, when she discovered my penis pressing against her lower abdomen...

My mother was startled. When she looked up and saw the expectant and lustful look in my eyes, she wasn't stupid. She immediately knew what I was going to do and shouted, "Chang'er, what are you trying to do? Let me go!"

I knew that if I let go this time, I might never have another chance, and there would definitely be a barrier between us. My mother would probably be wary of me all the time. Whether I could overcome this barrier depended on today.

"Mother, I love you! Please accept me!" I said what I had never dared to say before. "

Chang'er, stop! This is wrong. We can't do this. It's incest. Let me go!" My mother still refused to accept me and struggled fiercely in my arms.

"But, Mother, I truly love you. I've loved you since I was very young. Mother, I want you to be my woman!" I said excitedly.

"Chang'er, you're crazy! This is incest, don't you know that? Let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

"No! Mother, love is innocent. Do you know how much I love you? All these years, my dreams have been about you. Mother, you love me too, don't you? We haven't wronged anyone by being together, not even Father. He himself is indecent." I became more and more agitated as I spoke, my mouth raining kisses on my mother's cheeks.

"Don't do this, Chang'er!" My mother desperately pushed my head away, trying to stop me from kissing her.

"Mother, I love you, be my woman! I swear I will love you forever."

I embraced my mother's alluring body, unable to resist any longer. At that moment, I had only one thought: I love my mother, my mother is mine, I want my mother. I clamped my legs around my mother, quickly pulling her shirt up to my shoulders, then ripping open her bra. At that moment, I saw the scene I had always dreamed of: my mother was naked from the waist up, her snow-white skin so dazzling, her smooth, flat abdomen so alluring, her full, firm breasts standing erect in the air, bobbing up and down with her rapid breathing.

My mother's head was resting on my shoulder, listless, silently shedding tears. Seeing my mother like this, I felt a pang of pity, and a trace of regret stirred within me. But it was too late to back down now; I had waited so many years for this day, and I couldn't let it all slip away.

Seeing my mother lying there quietly, as if resigned to her fate, I feared she might do something rash, so I whispered in her ear, "Mother, are you really unwilling? I've never been with a real woman before. Please help your son."

My mother looked at me calmly and said, "So you're going to lay a hand on your own mother? What's the difference between that and being an animal?"

"No, it's different, Mother. I love you. I consider you my mother, my wife. I love you deeply," I said slowly, looking into my mother's eyes.

At that moment, neither of us spoke, we just gazed at each other silently. After a long while, my mother touched my face and said, "Chang'er, you are my son, and what mother doesn't love her own child? If you really want me to give it to you, you must forget everything after today." It

was already a blessing that my mother could accept me; we could deal with the rest later. I replied, "Okay, Mother." Seeing that I had agreed, my mother slowly stood up and silently walked to my old room. I followed her slowly.

My mother stood by the bed and slowly took off her clothes. As she moved, her clothes gradually disappeared, revealing her full, snow-white body. Her skin was as white as snow, and her large, plump breasts sagged slightly, yet remained incredibly alluring. Her long, straight legs stood upright. My mother was already in her forties, but looking at her curvaceous body, it was hard to believe that she was a middle-aged woman.

After undressing, my mother lay flat on the bed, her face slightly flushed, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed, quietly waiting for me. My mother was very nervous; her body seemed somewhat stiff, her breathing a little rapid, and her full breasts trembled up and down with each breath.

I stared in disbelief, my mouth dry, swallowing involuntarily. My body trembled uncontrollably. Slowly, I reached out my trembling hands and gently caressed my mother's smooth skin, my hands tracing the contours of her flat stomach. They moved slowly towards her breasts, gently cupping her full, soft breasts. The touch was incredibly delicate and soft, like cotton candy.

Touching my mother's beautiful body, I realized only now how pleasurable and arousing a woman's body could be. Sometimes I caressed her gently, sometimes I kneaded her firmly, her two elastic breasts changing shape in my hands.

"Mother... your breasts are so beautiful... so soft and smooth... and so big and white, they feel so good to touch."

I exclaimed, slowly lowering my face to gently kiss my mother's full breasts. My lips rubbed against her smooth skin, and my tongue savored every inch of her breasts, licking back and forth between her snow-white neck and breasts, from her full breasts down to her snow-white shoulders, finally savoring her large, white breasts. With

my stimulation, my mother's body gradually responded, trembling slightly and emitting soft moans. Her two full breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing. My mother gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes remaining closed even as I teased her, her head turned away from me. My hands slowly moved down from her breasts, across her smooth abdomen, heading towards my climax.

"My long-cherished wish has finally come true today. Mother, you will always belong to me." I stroked my mother, unable to contain my excitement any longer. Happiness was so close.

I gently caressed my mother's beautiful vulva: pink labia, a delicate clitoris, all displaying the allure of a mature woman. I caressed her small labia, slowly rubbing her delicate clitoris. My mother's body gradually responded; her legs trembled restlessly, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes were half-closed. At this moment, my mother was incredibly sexy and alluring.

I could no longer resist. I quickly stripped off my clothes, straddled my mother, aimed my penis at her vagina, and "plop!" My penis entered my mother's warm, narrow vagina. The soft walls of her vagina immediately enveloped me, and I began to slowly thrust in and out, my hands tightly squeezing my mother's soft breasts.

"Mother... I feel so good... This is the true taste of a woman... Ah... that fat woman's rotten hole is as loose as a belt... I've lived in vain before." I groaned loudly with excitement.

The moment I penetrated my mother, her whole body stiffened. Her vaginal muscles clenched tighter than usual with tension, and tears slowly streamed from her helpless and sorrowful eyes. She murmured softly, "Am I committing a sin? If so, please, God, don't punish my son, punish me instead. The child is innocent."

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the narrow room, mingled with my shouts and my mother's low moans. My mother's face was flushed, covered with fine beads of sweat, and her long hair fell across her trembling, snow-white breasts.

Stimulated by the taboo of orgy, the excitement and happiness I felt were beyond words. I abandoned all my worries and focused intently on thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina, twisting my waist to attack rapidly. The love juice overflowing from my mother's vagina had already soaked the sheets at the point of our union.

"Mmm...oh..." My mother was getting a little overwhelmed by my thrusting. Although she was still clenching her teeth, she began to let out low moans from her throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth from the pleasure, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. My mother's moans were a silent encouragement to me, and I attacked my mother's wet vagina even more vigorously.

At this moment, the mother also experienced pleasure. She unconsciously swayed her beautiful hips, welcoming the thrusts of her son's penis, and moaned softly. Seeing that my mother was aroused, I increased the speed of my thrusts. The sounds of my mother's moans, my panting, and the impact of flesh echoed in the room, creating a scene of lewd incest between mother and son.

I braced myself on the bed with both hands, my lower body relentlessly pounding against my mother's vulva, and leaned close to her, carefully observing her. My mother's face was filled with a lustful and slightly wanton expression. My mother's face was flushed, and she tightly closed her beautiful eyes, not daring to look at me. Even with her eyes closed, she seemed to clearly feel my burning gaze upon her. When

she slightly opened her eyes, she saw my face pressed tightly against her cheek. Her small mouth opened slightly but then closed again, remaining silent and ignoring me. Looking at my mother's actions, I realized she had intended to reprimand me, but given her position, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

About an hour later, I gradually sensed that my mother's orgasm was imminent. Her body was stiff, and she was breathing heavily, a sign that orgasm was coming. Her rosy face was tilted back slightly, her body covered in fragrant sweat, and her breasts, wet with sweat, heaved.

My mother felt waves of pleasure, both painful and stimulating, against the walls of her vagina. She could no longer ignore the pleasure in her body, because she had reached orgasm. She tried her best to control herself. "Ah...oh...I'm here."

I saw my mother let out a long gasp, and her already tight vaginal walls contracted even more sharply, and streams of vaginal fluid kept surging against my glans. I also climaxed under my mother's stimulation. I hugged her full body tightly with both hands, my hot penis penetrating deep into her vagina. My penis, gripped by the vaginal walls, exploded violently, gushing out streams of hot semen, a large amount of hot semen spraying deep into my mother's warm vagina.

After the passion subsided, I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily, unwilling to move for a long time. My mother was also breathing softly, her pretty face flushed, her curved eyelashes trembling, and her alluring red lips slightly parted.

I lay quietly on my mother's body, savoring the moment, and said to her, "Mom, I want to divorce Cheng Lili. Do you support me?"

My mother looked at me with some surprise and said, "Have you made up your mind? Your father won't agree..."

"Don't mention him anymore. He sold his son and then sold himself. He doesn't deserve to be my father." I interrupted my mother.

My reaction surprised my mother. She gently scolded me, "No matter what happens, your father is your father. You can't disown him." Then she added, "Once you've made up your mind, go for it. Don't worry about others."

I silently got dressed, walked out of the old house where I had lived for over twenty years, and looked at the clear sky. I felt it reflected my inner state. I shouted loudly at the sky, "I will rely on myself! I will never marry a rich man's daughter again!"

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