My Mom and I

It was an ordinary evening, and the three of us were having dinner together. I picked up my bowl and wolfed down my food, glancing sideways at my dad and asking, "Dad, do you want more rice? If not, I'll take it all."

Dad swept the rice out of his bowl, put it down, stretched, and casually said, "No, you and Mom can finish the rest." He then turned on the TV and lazily lay down on the sofa to watch the news.

Mom finished eating, got up, and started clearing the dishes into the kitchen to wash them. Seeing this, I quickly swept the leftover rice out of my bowl, leaving the rice in the pot, and then went into the kitchen after clearing the dishes. I put the rice bowl in the sink for Mom to wash, holding my breath as I secretly peeked at her body: her round, perky buttocks were tightly encased in her office trousers, which she hadn't changed out of since rushing to do housework after work, and the corners of her panties were faintly visible.

My gaze shifted to Mom: the back of her white silk short-sleeved lace-trimmed blouse was soaked with sweat
, revealing the straps of her purple bra, exuding an alluring fragrance unique to middle-aged mature women. I swallowed
, my hands trembling slightly, and reached around Mom's back, under her armpits, gently grasping her proud 36C
breasts, kneading them through her clothes.

Mom was startled, then lowered her voice and snapped, "Get out of here! Your dad's in the living room! You want to die?!"

Our kitchen and living room are separated by a frosted glass sliding door. I leaned out and saw Dad already
asleep on the sofa, propping his head up with one elbow and watching TV, completely oblivious to what was happening here.

I turned back and said in a low voice, "It's okay, Dad's watching TV." My hands continued to knead Mom's breasts without stopping
, while my lips began to lick Mom's sweaty, white neck (my mom is 168cm tall, and
I'm only 165cm; the height difference meant I could just reach her neck).

But Mom still pushed me away abruptly, lowering her voice to say, "Now is not the time. I'll send
your dad away after I finish washing the dishes."

I had no choice but to wash my hands and go back to my room to play on the computer.

Yes, dear readers, don't be surprised, there is indeed an unusual relationship between my mother and me. And
it's been going on for about four or five months. I don't even know why it started; it was just a momentary impulse that led to this
incestuous relationship, which I deeply regretted. But driven by intense lust, I lost my reason and repeatedly
made demands of my mother. After several instances of semi-forced coercion, she finally acquiesced to our clandestine
relationship.

But please don't misunderstand, my mom and I have only had sex two or three times in the past six months
, and most of the time, at least on the surface, our relationship is just a normal mother-son relationship.
My mom often asks about my studies at school, and I'm quite afraid of her lecturing.

Anyway, it's almost six o'clock in the evening, and I'm absentmindedly surfing the internet in my room when I suddenly
hear my mom's voice coming from the living room: "Old Zhang, hurry up and go up to the roof to water the plants
. The sun is so strong this afternoon, it's almost gone." I, who was feeling listless, suddenly snapped to attention. Of course, I knew what this meant. My dad loves to
tend to his plants on the roof and won't come down for at least half an hour. Once my mom gets my dad away, things will
be much easier .

Upon hearing my dad climb the iron ladder to the balcony, I immediately rushed out of my room. My mom, who was already at the door, gave me
a wink and whispered, "Go do it in Mom and Dad's room."

Our house is a three-bedroom, one-living room, one-balcony, and rooftop apartment. The master bedroom and study are on the east side, separated from the outside by a
balcony , so the lighting is relatively dim. My room and the bathroom are on the west side. The master bedroom also has a bathroom, which is a sit-down toilet.
The iron ladder to the rooftop is on the balcony, and the only way to get to the balcony is through the living room. In other words, you have to go around to get back to
the master bedroom from the rooftop. The safest place to do "that" is my parents' master bedroom. The master bedroom and balcony were separated by a mosquito
net. In the evening, you couldn't see anything from outside the room if the lights weren't on, but you could see out onto the balcony from inside.

Mom asked me to turn on the living room light to give the master bedroom a little light, and to leave the bedroom door slightly ajar. My mom was still
wearing the same clothes when she sat on the edge of the bed and quickly started taking off her pants. She glanced warily at the balcony and
whispered to me, "Hurry up and get it done. I'll take a shower and do the laundry when I'm done."

I was overjoyed to hear this, and I clumsily unbuttoned her overcoat by laying her upper body flat on the bed. My

mother slapped my hand and scolded, "Don't you know how to take off a woman's clothes? If you keep doing this, your father would
have been downstairs . Go away, take off your own pants, I can do it myself."

My mother quickly unbuttoned all the buttons, opened her clothes, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, pushing
the purple lace bra up to her breasts. A pair of perky, snow-white 36C breasts, mixed with the unique salty
and pungent smell of a woman, exuded a seductive fragrance that could arouse any man. Although it was already evening and the light
was dim , my mother's white breasts were still dazzling, leaving me stunned.

I had my pants halfway down, but my underwear was still on. My mom bent her right leg and kicked me with the instep, yelling, " You idiot
! Are you going to do it or not? If not, I'm going to take a shower!"

I snapped out of it and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, Mom, you're so sexy!"

My mom replied irritably, "I'm 46, my figure is all out of shape, what's sexy about me..."

I quickly took off all my clothes, and guided my already rock-hard penis between my mom's snow-white, plump thighs.
I tried to thrust in, but couldn't get in. My mom slapped my hand to stop me and then guided me into that
woman's most mysterious peach blossom cave.

My mom's vagina was still quite dry, which made the tip of my penis a little sore. I tried to start thrusting, but it still hurt
terribly. My mother stopped me, grabbed my hands, and gestured for me to knead her large breasts. She said, "Silly boy,
we need to do foreplay first. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you know anything about women?"

I suddenly understood. My penis slowly withdrew, leaving only the opening, and I began to devour my mother's
breasts I pinched her nipples a few times with my thumb and forefinger, then lowered my head to suckle her right nipple.

My mother closed her eyes, seemed to make a soft "hmm" sound, and a fragrant scent wafted onto my face. Her lips parted
, and she said, "Bite, bite once."

I gently bit her right nipple and pulled it upwards, while my left hand, busy kneading
her left breast like dough, squeezed it hard. "It hurts, knead it gently," my mother said, panting.

"Mom, you're in the way," I said. Mom pushed me away, propped herself up on her elbows, took off her silk white
shirt, pulled off her bra and threw it aside, then lay back down, spread her legs, and used her right hand to pry open her labia. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "
It's ready down there, come in quickly."

I immediately hugged Mom's legs tightly, and after a few thrusts, guided by Mom's right hand, I smoothly entered
her vagina . The feeling of being wet was different; sticky and slippery, the wrinkled flesh inside tightly gripping my penis...
A surge of pleasure rushed to my head. Having had a few experiences with my mom, I didn't thrust wildly, but instead began
to move slowly back and forth, an unparalleled pleasure emanating from the head of my penis.

I adjusted my position, took a breath, swallowed, and was just about to thrust into my mom's core when
suddenly the iron ladder on the balcony creaked open—Dad was coming down! !

I reflexively pulled out my penis and scrambled off the bed, my mind blank. Just
as I was thinking, "I'm done for, I'm done for," my mom remained calm. She grabbed my clothes and threw them at me, whispering,
"Don't move, your dad can't see us from outside!" Then she grabbed a shirt next to her, put it on, and buttoned it up.

After Dad came down the iron ladder, he didn't go into the living room.
Instead, he turned on the tap outside the master bedroom window, filled a bucket with water, and then turned around to try to peek through the mosquito net. Of course, the lights weren't on inside, and
it was almost pitch black from the outside; you couldn't see anything.

Dad spoke up, "Lihua, what are you doing in there? The water tank on the rooftop is empty. Come help me!"

Mom replied, "What am I doing? You're a grown man, carrying water like this, and you need a woman to help you? I
need to change clothes and take a shower; I don't have time for you!"

Dad said "Oh," and turned back to fill the water tank. Seeing this, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart. I boldly and quietly
climbed back onto the bed, placed my left hand on Mom's thigh, and began to rub her right breast with my right hand. Mom didn't
object ; instead, she boldly lay down and spread her legs, gesturing for me to continue.

By this time, I had put my clothes back on, and Mom wasn't wearing pants, so you couldn't see much of her skin
. The thought of being able to cheat on Dad with Mom was incredibly exciting; my penis instantly
became , trembling. I easily found Mom's wet entrance and slowly entered. I felt my penis
being tightly enveloped by Mom's vaginal muscles, the veins below throbbing. Overwhelmed by pleasure and stimulation, my whole body trembled,
and even my hands wouldn't obey my commands.

My mother reached out and held my head with both hands, making me lower my upper body. Then she grabbed my left hand and made me grab her
breast, and I cooperated by grabbing her right breast in return. My palms were sweaty as I rubbed my mother's breasts under her smooth
silk shirt. The thrill of having sex with my mother in front of my father made me excited and hot all over, my clothes completely soaked.

At this moment, my father outside turned off the tap, picked up the bucket, and climbed up the iron ladder. The moment I heard my father
step onto the rooftop, I completely relaxed. I boldly sat up, grabbed my mother's thighs,
and began to thrust my penis forcefully into her vagina.

After letting me thrust for a while, my mother reached out and held my head, making me lower my upper body and kiss her lips. I wasn't used to the taste of my mom's saliva
, but I couldn't resist her insistence, so I just frowned and exchanged saliva. It's strange, but when I
was little my mom would chew the food herself into a soft ball before spitting it back into the bowl to feed me. Now
that I'm older, why does her saliva taste disgusting?

After eating for a while, I found the taste too pungent, so I pushed away my mom's hands that were holding my head, pressed her
arms onto the bed, and sped up my thrusting. My mom knew I would ejaculate soon, so she quickly said, "Slow down,
slow down, grab your mom's breasts." I listened to my mom, lifted her shirt, and started kneading her soft, full breasts, and
my thrusting slowed down.

After rubbing for a while, I leaned down and licked the hair under my mother's left armpit. Strangely enough,
although I didn't like the taste of my mother's saliva, I really liked the smell of her armpit. That place was sweaty and gave off
a strong, feminine scent. I swallowed and inhaled the smell deeply, as if it could refresh my mind.

My mother seemed to be a little unable to resist the itchy feeling under her armpit, and she gently swayed her body beneath me. Mom's
nipples were hard and erect, her breathing became rapid, and her body was even hotter than mine. She seemed to be trying hard to hold back something, and she
said intermittently, "Bigger, harder, harder! Mom, Mom feels good!"

I increased the force of my thrusting, and after thrusting for a while, suddenly a gush of fluid shot out from Mom's lower body. Mom climaxed
, which stimulated me so much that I also ejaculated instantly. Mom's whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and
she collapsed like mud, her chest rising and falling, gasping for breath.

My penis, which had also suddenly lost control and ejaculated, was still twitching violently. The tendons under my penis seemed
to , and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed, our bodies pressed tightly together. Mom and I were both panting
heavily .

Half a minute later, Mom slapped my shoulder, "You damned bastard, you actually managed to get your mother into this mess! Oh dear, what a terrible thing to do
!" I suddenly understood—I had made Mom orgasm! This was the first time I had ever made Mom orgasm, and I was incredibly
excited .

Mom pushed me away as I was grinning foolishly, hastily putting on her clothes while urging me to get out of bed. She grabbed a roll of toilet paper from
the bedside table , wiped herself down there, then grabbed another roll and carefully wiped the bed clean. She told me to go back to my room and clean up,
and finally, clutching all the toilet paper, went to the bathroom to shower.

I had wanted to do "that" with Mom, but when I turned the bathroom doorknob, I found it was locked, so I reluctantly went back to
my room. Everything was normal after that night. I eavesdropped outside my parents' bedroom door while they were asleep, but heard nothing.
It seemed my dad wasn't suspicious at all, so I happily went back to sleep.

There's a saying that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, and that's certainly true. My dad is already in his fifties
, and his sexual needs are decreasing, as is his ability. I used to eavesdrop on my parents' room at night
, and I'd noticed a few nights they were having sex. Even when they were, it only lasted four or five minutes before they were quiet.
I was certain my mom hadn't had an orgasm in a long time, and this orgasm would ensure she
couldn't refuse me anymore.

But after that, we had sex two or three more times, and I still couldn't get her to orgasm. I reflected on
that experience and concluded that the biggest factor was the thrill of sneaking a bite in front of my dad. But
after refused to do it for me again when my dad was home.

About two months later, I came home from school on the weekend. After dinner, I went back to my room to play on the computer. My dad washed
the dishes, watched TV for a while, and then went down to the garden to play cards. My mom was in her room putting on makeup with the lights on, getting ready
to watch the union's party.

As soon as my dad left, I sneaked into my parents' room. My mom was sitting at her vanity putting on makeup. Tonight, she was wearing a thin
black embroidered skirt suit, her hair was up, and a large expanse of her soft, white shoulder flesh was exposed. She wore a transparent
bra strap, and the waist was very tight. The hem of her skirt only reached three or four inches above her elbows, revealing a large patch of her snow-white skin.
Hua Hua's thighs were soft and fleshy, and her 8-centimeter black stiletto heels made her already long and sexy legs
even more alluring.

Mom noticed me come in and naturally knew what I wanted to do. She casually said, "You can't do it tonight. I'm done with
my makeup and have to leave. Don't ruin it." Then she stood up and walked around in front of the vanity to check the overall
effect .

My mother, wearing high heels, was a good half a head taller than me. Her low-cut dress clung tightly to her sexy,
voluptuous body, her breasts
prominently displayed, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage. Although her waist was taut and slightly fleshy, her
full, pert buttocks and long, shapely legs exuded an unparalleled, mature woman's seductive charm. The room was filled with
the fragrance emanating from my mother, further arousing me.

I felt my penis hard and erect in my pants, the tip of my erect penis secreting
a sticky fluid. A burning desire surged through my body, making my cheeks flush and my whole body sweat
. Reason could not suppress my instinctive impulse. I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly, lowering my head to frantically nibble
at the exposed, tender white flesh of her two full, large breasts.

My mother was startled and scolded, "You're going to die! People across the street will see us with the lights on!" She grabbed my arm with one hand, trying
desperately to pull me away, and slammed the curtains shut with the other.

My eyes blazed with fury as I said, "Mom, I won't let you go until you give it to me!"

"You little slut! It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that I'll be late for the union party and the boss will scold me!"

I replied, "The party doesn't start until after 8:30, there's still more than half an hour, isn't there?"

Mom was still struggling, "It will take me more than half an hour to get there, and if you ruin my makeup, I'll have to spend another half an hour
redoing it!"

I still wouldn't agree, "Mom, I'll be gentle, I won't ruin your makeup, you can just sneak in a little later
."

Seeing that she couldn't escape being fucked, Mom had no choice but to reluctantly agree and urge me to hurry up.

I was overjoyed at the sight, put Mom down on the bed and took off my pants, ready to fuck her.

Mom quickly grabbed me, saying, "Use a condom, use a condom. Mom's fertile period today. Go get your dad's condoms from the bedside table
." Watching me get them, Mom started taking off her skirt, folding it neatly, and setting her hair down in a bun.

I quickly stripped off all my clothes, found Dad's condoms, tore open the packaging, put them on my throbbing penis
, and pounced on Mom on the bed. Mom was still reaching for her black lace bra when my
sudden attack caused her to lose control and fall onto the bed.

I kissed Mom's lips tightly, my tongue darting inside, swirling around her sweet tongue. After the previous times, I
was already used to the taste of Mom's saliva. With my hands, I helped my mother unhook her bra and pushed it
up onto . Then, my hands began to grab and knead, changing the shape of her large breasts.

My mother broke free from my passionate kiss and said breathlessly, "I haven't taken off my high heels yet!" Hearing this,

I became even more excited and said, "Mom, don't take them off. It's more exciting to do it with high heels on!"

My mother reluctantly spread her legs to let me in. Just as I was about to insert it, a good idea suddenly came to me.
Instead of going in, my penis retreated. I took off the condom and threw it to the side of the bed. I told Mom to take off her bra, then straddled her upper body
and, with my lower abdomen thrusting out, placed my penis between her two full, snow-white breasts. I said, "Mom, help me squeeze it."

Mom said, both amused and annoyed, "You little pervert, what are you up to? Fine, as long as you get it out quickly,
Mom will be free." She pushed and pressed her breasts from both sides to clamp my penis, but my
penis, lubricated by the condom, was slippery and difficult to clamp completely. I told Mom to move her palms in a little and interlock her fingertips to secure my
penis before slowly thrusting. Even though there is already some lubricant, the friction still feels a bit big.

"Mom, spit on me." My mother, who was sitting below me, raised her head with difficulty and
spit on my dick. I pressed my dick with my right hand to spread it evenly, and asked my mother to clasp her palm tightly and start thrusting. Although my cock came out
several times , the feeling of my cock being tightly wrapped by tofu-like soft breasts still made me so happy that
I gritted my teeth and tried my best to hold back my semen. After twitching a few times, I almost ejaculated. I quickly moved my dick, stood up,
panted, and let my dick relax for a while.

Seeing this, Mom chuckled and scolded, "You brat, look how close you got to it!"

I took a breath, turned around, and tried to get Mom to do 69, just like in those porn movies. But Mom
didn't give me any face. She propped herself up on her elbows and yelled, "It's filthy! Are you going to do it or not?!
Stop with this nonsense! If you don't do it, I'm getting dressed and leaving right now! What nonsense!"

There was no way around it; reality wasn't like in porn movies. Besides, she was a conservative, traditional woman of her generation.
It was a miracle she even helped her son with that kind of thing. I retreated, trembling with fear,
and finally managed to coax Mom into continuing. After reverting to the traditional doggy style position, I was still a little unwilling
. After putting on a condom, I took advantage of my mother's inattention and leaned close to her vulva to sniff. A strong
smell of female urine hit my nose, almost making me vomit. I thought to myself, how
could the male actors in porn movies endure licking women's genitals all day? Reluctantly, I adjusted my penis, pressed it against my mother's labia, and with a little force, I entered and
began to thrust.

But I was still not willing to finish like that. On a whim, I lifted my mother's legs into a
wide V-shape. Seeing that my mother was still wearing 8cm black high heels, my lust was aroused, and
I licked my mother's glistening white calves like a hungry wolf. I've always been somewhat insecure about my height. My tall and
beautiful mother always complains about how she gave birth to such a short and stocky person like me, which has also affected my sexual orientation.
So, I'm extremely excited right now, having sex with my tall and sexy mother.

I was licking and sucking with gusto, so I simply pulled out my penis, grabbed my mother's heels and lifted her thighs,
and licked down her right calf to her thigh, all the way to her buttocks. After taking a few bites of my mother's plump buttocks, seeing that she didn't
object much, I ignored the strong smell of female urine and rammed my head between my mother's legs, frantically licking back and forth her
wet pubic hair and messy vulva with my tongue, biting and pulling her purplish-red labia majora outwards, and then sticking the tip of my tongue
into her contracting and sucking vagina and stirring it. The smell of urine, the fruity smell of the condom, and the smell of my mother's vaginal fluid mixed
together, making me even more excited.

"Mom, that's dirty, don't lick it!" Mom tried to push me away, but I resolutely refused and continued to wolf down the food.
Mucus flowed from her dark red vulva. After a while, Mom began to moan softly, her legs already
limp and spread wide on the bed.

I licked for a while longer, but couldn't bear the throbbing pain in my penis any longer. I quickly adjusted my position and
thrust deeply into Mom's vulva, starting to pump vigorously again. At the same time, my hands weren't idle either. I grabbed Mom's two pear-
shaped , snow-white breasts and squeezed and kneaded them hard. "It hurts, don't be so rough, suck on Mom's breasts." Hearing
Mom's words, I obediently bent down and sucked and bit Mom's breasts like a baby.

After sucking for a while, I focused my tongue on my mother's right breast,
licking and sucking the tender areola in a clockwise circle around the hard, brownish-red nipple, feeling the bumps of various sizes on it.
The lingering orange scent of the condom from when we were playing with her breasts earlier, the rich aroma of my mother's saliva
, and the alluring fragrance of a mature woman emanating from her body—this special maternal scent
gave me an immense olfactory stimulation.

My mother's long hair was spread out on the bed, her face flushed, and she gasped, saying intermittently, "Mom feels so good,
child, suck on Mom's mouth..." I adjusted my position slightly and kissed my mother's fragrant lips, our tongues
swirling together inside, exchanging saliva. I quickened my movements, my penis thrusting forcefully into
my mother's vagina, clearly feeling the increasing amount of sticky fluid inside her vagina filling the space
between my penis and the vaginal walls.

The room was filled with the sounds of my scrotum slapping against my mother's buttocks, my mother's
moans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the heavy breathing from my nostrils. My mind was blank except for the pleasure of sex
. Gradually, I felt myself losing control and hurriedly licked the back of my mother's arm. Suddenly, my ejaculation was unleashed
, and my glans gushed semen into her vagina. Although there was a condom between us, my mother could clearly
feel my hot semen and couldn't hold back either. Warm liquid gushed out from deep within her like a flood.

After the orgasm, my mother and I were both panting heavily, covered in sweat, and too exhausted to move. But I
struggled to my feet and grabbed a few rolls of tissues from the bedside table to wipe the large beads of sweat off my mother's body. Then I wiped
her vulva, which was opening and closing and leaking vaginal fluid. I took a breath and said, "Mom, hurry up and touch up your makeup, we'll be late for the party."

My mother calmed down, glared at me, and scolded, "You bad boy, you're quite good at dealing with women, aren't you? You've
made your mother go again. Oh, it felt so good, I almost lost my mind. Go, go, go get my clothes. Clean up the rest yourself, don't
let your father find out anything."

I happily hummed, "Use the nunchucks, hum hum ha hee..." and did as my mother instructed. Mom
took a roll of tissue and wiped the remaining semen and my saliva from her thighs. Even after drying, there was still
a smell, so she went to the closet and took out a pair of flesh-colored stockings with a waistband to put on.

As she put them on, Mom frowned and said, "You naughty boy, why did you have to lick my legs like that?
You're like a pervert. You can't be a pervert at school, can you? Did you hear me?!" After saying that
, she picked up the bra from the dressing table and put it on. She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted the cups, covering her two full
, pear-shaped breasts that swayed slightly. The brownish-red nipples were only half covered by the half-cup bra, revealing the areolas that stood proudly outward
. Then she clasped her hands behind her back to fasten the hooks.

In this situation, coupled with my mother's long, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, and
her private parts protected by a double layer of soft white lace-trimmed panties and flesh-colored stockings, my penis became erect again. I grinned
and hugged my mother, my right hand stroking the smooth texture of her stockings against her full buttocks, my penis restlessly
poking and prodding against her legs, a shameless grin on my face. I said to my mom, "Mom, so you mean I can be a pervert
at home ?"

Mom pushed me away angrily, "You rascal, you're so hard again! No, no, I'm really going to be late.
You can do it when I get back. Help me fasten the back button!" Helpless, I had to suppress my desire and fasten the button for Mom. The button
was fastened very tightly, squeezing out the slight underarm fat of Mom.

After fastening the bra, Mom looked at the time and was shocked, "Oh dear, it's almost 7:50! Move aside!
" She hurriedly put on her skirt, fastened it, and adjusted it. As she walked out, she tied her hair up, told me to get ready, and hurriedly left
.

After Mom left, I cleaned up what needed cleaning, tidied up, flushed the tissues and condoms down
the toilet and went back to my room to play on the computer. That night, Mom came home very late, exhausted. I had
wanted her to wait until Dad was sound asleep before we did it, but seeing that it was impossible, I had to give up.

The following Saturday, I rushed home, suppressing my desire all week. Unfortunately, Dad
stayed had no chance to make a move. Mom could tell what I was thinking just by looking at me listlessly. While Dad was in the bathroom, she quietly
pulled me aside and whispered, "Mom will sneak out tonight after your dad is sound asleep so you can do it!"

So I waited anxiously until after 11 p.m. when Mom and Dad went back to their room to sleep, and then I stood outside the door listening for
any sounds from inside, waiting for Mom to come out. My parents were talking in hushed tones on the bed for a long time, and I could
hear my mother muttering angry curses at my father several times.

Finally, things quieted down, and my mother, still in her pajamas, opened the door. Seeing me outside, she pulled me aside, closed
the door , went into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door again, and whispered to me, "It's not going tonight. Your dad
got some Viagra stuff from somewhere and wants to use it on me. That old bastard is such a waste of money! You'll have to take care of yourself tonight. Oh, and here's
this for you," she said, pulling off her underwear and handing it to me.

Upon hearing it was Viagra, I was extremely unwilling but had no choice. I could only make one last request to my mother, "Mom, give
me your bra again."

"No, it's in the room. I'm going back to my room."

"Mom, I've been holding it in for a week. Please help me get it out. I'll be quick." My mother sighed
and had no choice but to agree, saying, "Mom will help you get it out quickly. If it takes too long, Dad will come." Then she took off my pants and helped me
roll them up. I grabbed my mother's panties with my left hand and desperately sniffed the yellow stain. My right hand reached
under and grabbed one of her big breasts, kneading it hard.

My mother was rubbing very hard, which made my penis hurt a little. I ejaculated after a while. Mom washed and dried her hands,
then told me to go back to my room. She didn't take her underwear back before going into her own room. Afterwards, I hid outside my parents' room, listening to the
creaking the bed and smelling Mom's underwear, and masturbated again.

The next day, Dad stayed home all day, even less of a chance than the day before. After dinner, I told a lie...
I didn't have class on Monday and wanted to go back to school the next day. Dad glanced at me and sighed, "University is so easy now, so
easy to get in. I tried my best back then and still couldn't pass. You little rascal, cherish this opportunity!"

Mom wasn't so easily fooled. She looked at me with suspicion but didn't say anything. While Dad was away,
she pulled me aside and asked, "Mom knows what you're thinking, but you should be focusing on your studies right now.
Skipping class tonight just so you can have a chance with Mom isn't right. Honestly, do you really not have class tomorrow?"

I quickly said, "Mom, really not! I'm lying, I don't have a penis!"

Hearing the word "penis," Mom immediately covered my mouth and whispered, "What are you doing! What if your dad hears this!"

I shook off her hand, chuckled softly, and said, "Mom, don't be so sensitive. The more you act like this, the more suspicious Dad will become
." Mom had no answer for me and went to do the housework. Having

finally managed to lie to my parents, I anxiously waited until evening. But, to my and Mom's
great surprise , Dad actually wanted to stay up all night watching the English Premier League! Hearing Dad say that, half my anger dissipated. I grumbled to myself
, "What's wrong with him? He should have said so earlier! He made me waste a whole day and I even skipped Monday morning class."

Mom, seeing my reaction, naturally understood what I was thinking and teased me, both amused and annoyed, "What, you
want to watch it with Dad too? If not, go to sleep early! Mom will make you a nice breakfast tomorrow morning and take you back to school!"

That darn Dad, ruining my plans again!

The next morning, just as I was about to leave after breakfast, Dad said, "Lihua, I'm having
lunch with my colleagues and won't be coming back. You'll have to buy a little food and make do."

My chance had come! I suppressed my excitement and tried to appear nonchalant, saying, "Mom, I'll
eat with you. My class is at 2:30 this afternoon, so I can still make it after I finish eating."

Mom immediately understood what I meant and calmly replied, "Okay, but hurry back after you finish eating
, okay?" I nodded gratefully.

After seeing my parents off to work, I went back to my room and absentmindedly played on the computer to kill time. Before

1 p.m., Mom rushed home, bringing ready-made meals. I understood
immediately . Mom! I'm so grateful to you! Mom and I quickly finished our meal,
then silently went into the master bedroom, locked the door, and drew the curtains.

Mom sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her hair clip, tossed her long hair, and began to unbutton her thin black and white striped silk office shirt.
Her proud, high breasts seemed about to burst through the shirt. As Mom unbuttoned the third button, her full breasts,
wearing a red lace bra, swayed and were freed. Her high, firm breasts were separated from me only by a
thin lace bra. Her two big breasts swayed under her bra cups, exuding an incomparably sexy and charming womanly
charm .

Seeing me approaching with ill intent, Mom snapped, "Look at you, you lecherous jerk! Let Mom take off her clothes
first! You have to go to work this afternoon, don't get yourself dirty!" Instead of unbuttoning her bra, Mom folded her shirt and set it aside before
starting to take off her pants. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she yelled, "What are you looking at! Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

Mom's yelling snapped me out of my daze, and I hurriedly started undressing. I was only wearing casual clothes, so I was naked in no time
. Mom was wearing office trousers, and I was only halfway down when I was completely undressed. I opened the closet and found a pair of flesh-colored
stockings with a waistband, giving them back to Mom so she wouldn't have to take off her panties and could put on the stockings first.

Mom paused for a moment, "Didn't I just take it off?! Why are you making me put this on again?!"

"Mom, put it on, it'll be much more romantic."

"You little devil, you always have so many weird ideas! Fine, hurry up and get ready to go back to school, I have to
go to work at three o'clock!"

After Mom rustled as she put on her stockings, I pounced on her on the bed, my hands grabbing and scratching at her large breasts through her red
lace bra, while I kept kissing her lips, which were painted with a light transparent lipstick
, and her flushed cheeks. I kissed her for a while before letting go, then lifted my upper body, spread my legs, and knelt on the bed. I took a breath and said
to my mother, "Mom, turn over and lie face down on the bed. Yes, yes, stick your butt up, stick it up higher." Then, along with
her red embroidered lace panties, I pulled down her thin flesh-colored stockings, down to about three inches
below and thighs.

My mother immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Use a condom, use a condom. It's not safe for Mom today. Go to the bedside table and get your dad's
condom ." I quickly ran to find a condom, tore it open with a couple of tries, put it on my penis, and went back to
bed.

Mom knelt on the bed, her plump, sexy buttocks surrounded by thick, dark pubic
hair, exuding a strong, alluring scent of urine. I hesitantly aimed my
penis at her vulva, nuzzled a few times to find her labia, and then thrust it in with a little force. Mom
was already wet, and with the lubricant from the condom, although it was a little tight, I was able to pump smoothly.

"Go easy, Mom's not fully open yet."

"Mom, didn't you just do it with Dad the other night? Don't you know his dick yet?"

"Get lost! Your words are so dirty! If you say it again, I won't do it for you!"

"Yes, yes, I won't say it anymore, Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Get away, you're just saying such embarrassing things!"

I excitedly slapped Mom's fat buttocks.

"Ouch! What are you doing! Mom is letting you fuck her properly, why are you slapping Mom's ass!"

I laughed when I heard the word "fuck," "Mom, is it comfortable for your son to fuck you?"

"You bad boy! It's comfortable! Is that enough!?" Mom turned around and looked at me, saying, "You little rascal! Where did you learn
that ? You went in so deep inside Mom."

"What? Where did you learn that?" I didn't react for a moment.

Mom said irritably, "You pervert! Where did you learn to fuck like a dog on the street?"

"Oh, I didn't learn it, Mom, I'm self-taught!" I quickly made up an excuse, not wanting Mom to
find .

"You're full of bad intentions! How could your father have given birth to such a scoundrel like you?"

"Mom, is it more comfortable for Dad to fuck you than for me to fuck you?"

"Get lost! Are you rebelling? No respect for elders! You can't talk like that in front of Dad, do you hear me?!"

"I hear you, I hear you, I didn't mean it that way, Mom, I just wanted to ask."

At this moment, I thrust deeply into Mom's clitoris. Mom made a sound in her throat before saying, "No! You
made Mom feel good! Okay?!"

Hearing Mom say this, I was incredibly excited and said, "Mom, this is called doggy style, it feels really good," then with a "pop ,"
I pulled out my penis, slapped Mom's buttocks, and said, "Mom, lie on your back on the bed and give me a nipple play." "

What play?"

"The same trick Mom used last time, clamping my penis between her breasts."

"You're going to get it! What a mess of nonsense. Okay, come on."

Mom pulled her panties and stockings back up to her waist, turned over and lay on the bed, reaching back to try and unhook the back of her bra
. "No, no, no, just like this, don't unhook it." I took off my condom and put it aside, pressed my penis down,
pulled open the part of Mom's bra that covered her breasts, and inserted my penis inside.

"You've dirtied Mom's bra, go away, Mom has to go to work this afternoon."

"Who's watching you inside? It's fine like this, just squeeze it tighter."

Mom didn't object anymore, she used both hands to push her breasts inward from both sides, and seeing that it wasn't working, she moved her hands in a little further
, her fingertips poking at the cleavage of the bra, securing my penis through the thin fabric. I thought it was about right
, so I leaned forward on the bed in a push-up position, bending my legs to save energy and spreading them on either side of Mom, maintaining my
balance as I began to thrust. Mom's soft, smooth breasts, the bra fabric, her fingertips through the fabric, and my
penis collided and rubbed against each other, although it wasn't very well wrapped, it still brought immense pleasure.

"Did you not piss properly this morning? The smell is so strong, Mom can't stand it."

"Mom, you'll get used to it. Didn't I lick your pussy last time?"

"Go to hell! You're not allowed to say that word outside, you hear me?"

"Mom, I'm only saying it to you at home."

"Get out! You pervert! That's where Mom pisses, it's dirty, it's not good to lick it."

"Mom, you let me lick it last time, didn't you enjoy it?"

"Get out! I can't argue with you."

At this moment, I accidentally used too much force, and I couldn't control my ejaculation. A stream
of hot , hitting Mom's fair neck and chin, a thick puddle. I was dumbfounded. What
the hell? I wasn't done playing yet.

Mom chuckled, "Look at you, silly! What's wrong? Can't do it anymore? Forget it, hurry up and get ready to go back to
school."

I was full of resentment, "Mom, no, it's not enough yet."

"Mom knew you naughty boy wouldn't give up so easily. Oh dear, Mom must have owed you a debt in her past life
. Okay, Mom will help you get hard again, get down."

Mom told me to get a tissue to wipe the semen off my body. "Oh dear, didn't I tell you? Mom's bra is stained too, you
're just making Mom upset, you little rascal!" I quickly apologized and took the tissue to wipe it off. Mom took off her bra and threw it off
the bed , straightened her long hair and tossed it behind her back, told me to lie down on the bed, and then used her hand to stroke my penis.

I got hard in no time. I looked up and said, "Mom, give me a blowjob."

"It stinks! No way!"

"Mom, the condom smelled like oranges, it wasn't that smelly." Mom still refused. I suggested again, "Mom,
how about I lick your pussy first?"

"This child is so dirty-minded, I can't do anything with you. Fine, Mom doesn't need you to lick my pussy, Mom will give you a blowjob, kiss
Mom's mouth first."

I was overjoyed and quickly got up to hug Mom. Mom held my head and stuck her warm, fragrant tongue into my
mouth. Mom seemed to really enjoy kissing, her tongue actively moving around in my mouth. Mom poured
a lot of saliva into me, making me choke a few times and almost unable to breathe. Mom patted my bottom, gesturing for me to sit on her lap
, and reached down to gently stroke my foreskin.

We were both incredibly hot, large beads of sweat rolling down the bed. I started sucking on Mom's tongue forcefully
, pulling and tugging, then holding her entire tongue in my mouth before suddenly releasing it. Taking advantage of her loss of control, I thrust my tongue
into her mouth again, stirring it around. When Mom and I first started kissing, I wasn't used to the taste of her saliva;
it nauseous. But after a few times, I've tried to get used to it, and now the smell of Mom's saliva excites me greatly.

Seeing that it was about time, I pulled away from my mother's mouth, stood up on the spring mattress, and
let her suck my hot, throbbing penis. My mother resisted, frowning for a while before finally taking my glans into her mouth.

"Mom, take it in deeper, yes, yes, and your tongue too, lick that spot with your tongue."

My mother's warm tongue moved awkwardly around my glans, the pleasure from which I enjoyed it immensely, and I excitedly
began to thrust. My mother seemed to be having trouble taking it; she mumbled something incoherently, then
choked , spitting my penis out and kneeling on the bed, dry heaving.

"Mom, are you alright?" I quickly knelt on the bed, patting her back. "Mom, are you feeling better?"

Mom looked up, panting heavily, tears welling in her eyes. "You...you hurt me with that thing,
you poked my throat!"

I comforted her apologetically, repeatedly apologizing.

"Alright, alright, let's keep going, we're in a hurry!" Mom glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and urged me to hurry up.

At this moment, Mom was still wearing panties and stockings. I thought I'd take this opportunity to play with her, so I had Mom lie flat on
the bed , curl her legs up and spread them apart, then got off the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed, intending to lick Mom's genitals. Finding my position awkward
and a bit difficult, I asked Mom to move a little further out until her calves were dangling over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor.
I licked Mom's bulging vulva through her stockings and panties; it was so alluring, yet incredibly exciting. Soon
, her stockings were soaked with my saliva, and her bright red panties were stained a darker
red. A few pubic hairs peeked out from the edges of her panties, and the pungent smell of a mature woman's urine was even stronger.

Mom seemed to enjoy my licking; her whole body trembled, and her thighs swayed restlessly. Unexpectedly,
Mom's left leg got caught on the edge of the bed, and with a ripping sound, her flesh-colored stockings were torn open.

"Ouch! Such a big tear! Mom just bought them a few days ago!" Mom exclaimed in surprise, quickly sitting up to check the
tear . The ripped tear greatly aroused me, and in a fit of lust, I pushed Mom back onto the bed and roughly
tore several large rips in her thigh.

"What are you doing! Don't ruin Mom's stockings! Get away!"

"I'm not doing anything, Mom, they're ruined anyway," I said, sticking a few
fingers and pulling aside the bottom of Mom's panties. I then thrust my penis into her wet, throbbing vagina.

"Put on a condom! Put on a condom!" Mom hurriedly kicked me away, shouting in terror.

Damn! I forgot to bring a condom! I quickly searched the bed, picked up the condom I had just used, put it on, and rushed
back to continue fucking Mom's cunt.

I wrapped my arms around Mom's curled-up thighs, maintaining the doggy-style position,
and entered her through thrusting in and out of her cunt with each stroke. I didn't dare to go too fast, just kept
the rhythm of Mom's low moans as I fucked her.

"Mom, I hope I'm not pregnant!"

"Not so easy! I was just worried you wouldn't be able to control yourself and would get that naughty thing inside!"

"Mom, actually, you're only relieved because you licked my dick clean, right?"

"Get lost! 'Dick' sounds awful."

"Mom, what's that place you licked called?"

"You pervert! I can't argue with you. Your naughty thing is called 'dick,' are you satisfied now?"

"Mom, do you like being fucked by your son's big dick?"

"Go to hell! I've already let you have your way, and you're pushing your luck. If you say another word, I won't let you do it anymore."

"No, no, no, I won't say it anymore," I quickly admitted defeat. But Mom was clearly deriving immense pleasure from our conversation
, her face flushed with excitement, her chest heaving more and more violently, her high, full breasts swaying slightly up and down like
fruit pudding. Mom noticed me watching her, and shamefully turned her head away, biting her lower lip,
desperately trying to suppress something.

"Slow down, slow down, Mom can't take it," Mom said through gritted teeth.

"Mom, I'm not going to slow down anymore, aren't you going to stop?"

"No! Then be gentle."

"Mom, I'm not going to be gentle anymore, are you going to come?"

"Um, no, no, um, you're making Mom want to... you know... slow down!"

I had no choice but to stop, letting Mom relax for a while.

Seeing that Mom's breathing had calmed down a bit, I grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs, and pulled her soles towards my face.
I sniffed her feet a few times through her thin, flesh-colored stockings, then started licking them. Mom was used to
my strange ideas now (at least in her eyes, these tricks were actually learned from porn
), and didn't object much.

Mom had worked all morning, and her feet still emitted a strong, sour smell through the stockings, but it wasn't as
overpowering as her urine odor. Although it was my first time smelling it, I could tolerate it. Mom felt a ticklish sensation as I licked her feet,
shifting uncomfortably.

Seeing that Mom's excitement had subsided, I lowered her legs, resumed the doggy style position, and started fucking
her again. But to my surprise, Mom's excitement surged again, much more intensely than before.
Mom groaned loudly, breathless, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets desperately.

"Mom... Mom can't take it anymore, Mom wants it deeper, deeper, from behind!"

I understood what Mom meant, and quickly adjusted to the rear-entry position, then gripped Mom's plump buttocks tightly
and fucked her hard. After only a couple of thrusts, I suddenly felt a surge of heat shoot
out , hitting my glans. At the same time, Mom trembled as if electrocuted, her penis spasming as she collapsed forward
onto the bed, panting heavily. After

climaxing, Mom lay face down on the bed, gasping for breath, her entire back covered in fine beads of
sweat . Her large breasts were pressed against her skin, the exposed parts trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her chest.

"Mom... Mom can't take it anymore, hurry up, we're in a rush."

Seeing that Mom was too weak to change positions, I could only press down on Mom's buttocks with both hands and pull them outwards, exposing her mons pubis. I
aligned my penis and, without much effort, entered Mom's vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table;
it was past two o'clock. I could skip another class without any problem, but it would be troublesome if Mom was late for work. I had no choice but
to finish quickly .

I lowered my upper body and pressed it against Mom's back, kneading the parts of Mom's breasts that were squeezed out on both sides with both hands, licking
the tender flesh below Mom's neck, while Mom's buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen. I thrust my penis deep into Mom's vagina with great force, slap, slap,
slap, I was fucking her with extraordinary strength, and I ejaculated after a dozen or so thrusts, with a pop as I withdrew my penis and lay weakly next to Mom.

My mother turned to face me, took my right hand, and placed it on her breast, staring at me as she said, "Son, tell me honestly
, you skipped class this morning to do 'that' with your mother, right?" I couldn't hide anything from my own mother, so I had to admit
, "Mom, it's pointless to go to that class anyway, as long as I pass the exam."

My mother shoved my hand away from her breast, angrily saying, "Get out!
You don't know your place! Do you know how much effort and suffering your parents have put into sending you to university?!" Hearing her words, I felt
utterly ashamed.

Here I need to explain: I failed my college entrance exam. Back then, I was young and impetuous, resolutely refusing my parents'
request for me to repeat a year, believing that life is precious and youth is fleeting, and stubbornly insisting on attending this 3B university. My parents
worked at a long-established state-owned factory in my city. My dad was in management in the technical department, which
was an awkward position, though he was in charge of people. My mom worked as a clerk in the labor union. Our family's standard of living was comfortable,
but not wealthy. Moreover, my dad had many poor relatives who often helped us out.
It was quite a strain on our family to support me in studying international trade, a seemingly fashionable major at that third-tier university.

I was speechless. My mother sighed and continued, "You're still young, you should focus on your studies. Your parents
hope you can get into a four-year university. We're worried that your education level will be lower than others, and you'll suffer when you graduate, understand?"

"Mom, I know I'm wrong, but you don't know, the major I'm studying is actually very abstract.
Many students can't find jobs after graduation, and those who do rely on connections. The school isn't responsible to us, they only care
about collecting money. Mom, I really don't want to study anymore."

My mother turned around, lay back, and sighed deeply, saying, "Then what do you think you can do now
?" I was speechless. I had been drifting aimlessly for two years, and I had been rejected several times in internship interviews
. Now I was also lost.

"Your parents have considered your situation and think they should try to pull some strings to get you a job at the factory.
However," Mom paused, sighed, "there's been a rumor lately that our factory is going to be restructured, and
a lot of laid off. I'm not afraid of losing my job, but your dad's job is a dead-end job. If your dad loses his job too,
the factory will take back the house we were allocated."

I was living a carefree life at school, completely unaware of my family's worries, and I felt even more ashamed.

Mom continued, "A new leader came to the union. I heard he used to be a leader in the provincial capital, but he made a mistake and was transferred to
our factory to lay low. He has a lot of connections, and he has people at higher levels in the factory. Many people are trying to curry favor with him." Mom paused,
hesitated for a moment, "Actually, Dad and I also scraped together some money to ask him to help us out, and he seemed to agree to help
." She stopped there, biting her lower lip as if hesitating about something

. I grabbed Mom's hands and asked urgently, "Mom, tell me, there's no one else here."

Mom sighed deeply, turned to look at me sadly, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "After Mom sent the money..."
"The man offered to help, but didn't accept the money," Mom sighed again, continuing, "Now that we
've already had this kind of relationship, I'll tell you the truth: that guy was after my body. Although I
didn't agree, I didn't dare refuse either. He set his conditions: I had to sleep with him before he'd help."

This shocking revelation struck like a bolt from the blue. Before I could even process what was happening, Mom continued, "Your mom can't
refuse him, you understand? Your dad doesn't know yet, and even if he did, there's nothing he can do. For the sake of
the house and his job, he can only pretend not to know and watch helplessly as his wife lets someone else sleep with her."

I, who had always been carefree, only now realized the cruelty of life. Even though I was unwilling a thousand times over, reality
left me powerless to resist.

Seeing my silence, Mom comforted me, saying, "Silly boy, don't overthink it. Mom hasn't lost her virginity yet. Don't worry,
Dad and I will look for other ways."

I knew Mom was just telling a white lie, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Mom, you don't need to worry about me. You did this
to protect our family. I won't look down on you. You'll always be great in my heart.

" Seeing that I understood and supported her, she smiled with relief and patted me on the shoulder. "Alright, it's getting late. Mom
's in a hurry to get to work. You should pack up and go back to school too. Don't keep skipping classes; it's not good."

After the big battle between Mom and me, the sheets were covered in fluids, Mom's curly pubic hair and strands of hair, and
there was a strong smell of vaginal fluid, Mom's saliva, and the fruity smell of condoms. It was almost 2:30
. Mom realized she was running out of time and didn't even have time to pick out clean clothes. She took off her ripped stockings, adjusted the crotch of her bright red lace panties (which
were still soaked with vaginal fluid and condom lubricant), and started
to put on her old office trousers, saying, "Quick, get Mom's document..." "Hey, hurry, Mom's going to be late!"

I quickly grabbed the red lace bra, now stained with my dried semen, from under the bed and handed it to Mom. She
took it sniffed it, and scolded, "You bad boy! You've made my bra so dirty!" She put it on anyway, and I
discreetly moved behind her to fasten the hooks.

Then Mom deftly grabbed her shirt, put it on, buttoned it up, grabbed a hair tie from the vanity, and walked towards the door while tying
her hair . She put on her shoes, grabbed her handbag from the shoe cabinet, and left. I packed the rest of my things,
changed my clothes, and rushed off to catch the bus back to school.

On the bus back, I took out my MP3 player, selected Jay Chou's "All the Way North," and played it on repeat. My
mind was still reeling from my mother's words, as if the pressure of the world was surging towards me like a tidal wave. I was filled with
frustration and shame, yet unable to release them. Facing reality, I felt so small and ridiculous. "I headed north, leaving
the season with you. You said you were so tired, that you couldn't love anyone anymore..."

*I'll decide whether to publish a sequel based on the response (actually, the general idea is basically finalized, and I've already written part of it),
but those who want to read it may have to wait a while.
After all, I still have to work during the week, and I've basically been writing this in my evenings. It's taken me about a month in total. I am not a professional writer, and my word choice and
phrasing may not pass the discerning eyes of you, readers with profound literary knowledge. However, I have indeed revised
it dozens of times. I dare not call it a masterpiece, but I have strived to bring you the best.
Furthermore, regarding this type of literature, I believe it should win with realistic and relatable plots, but I have absolutely no
intention of belittling other types of works; after all, everyone has their own taste. Actually, the impetus for this piece was
seeing "The Mother and Son's Breakthrough After the New Year" on the forum some time ago. The realistic and reasonable plot was thought-
provoking , and the characters were very well-developed. It is truly a rare gem, and
I salute the author who contributed such a masterpiece to the vast readership! Alright, I won't ramble on any longer. I hope you enjoy reading!
P.S.: Please share any good plot points in the comments so I can contribute even better works!

Chapter Two:

When I was little, I always dreamed of becoming a scientist when I grew up. Whenever adults asked me why I wanted to be a scientist, I would answer
without hesitation , "Being a scientist is the greatest profession in the world! I want to be a scientist to pick
the jewels from the tree of science!" But now I know that the greatest profession in the world isn't being a scientist, a pilot,
or even a millionaire like Bill Gates, but rather: being a mother.

The jewels on the tree of science are certainly worth picking, but if you can't pick them, someone else will eventually. But we only have one
mother .

After my mother told me that last time, I tossed and turned for several nights at school, unable to sleep. Although my mother was going to
have that kind of relationship with a man I'd never even met, I didn't feel any disgust or contempt for her. I knew
in my heart she was willing to let that scumbag factory manager use her body for the sake of our family.

On the other hand, this incident also deeply affected me. After returning to school, I completely changed my previous decadent ways,
attending classes on time every day and studying in the library, trying to catch up on what I had fallen behind in. I genuinely felt a
sense of not wanting to disappoint my parents' expectations. But at the same time, a sense of guilt welled up deep inside me.
If every time I went home, it was just to have sex with my mother and to have inappropriate thoughts about her body, wouldn't I be just like
that scumbag manager?

I shook my head, trying to shake off the thought, convincing myself that although what my mother and I did
was terribly wrong , the fact that my mother didn't object meant that my father was getting old and couldn't provide the necessary care for her in that area. Although
incest between mother and son was unacceptable to the world, as long as I could be filial and satisfy my mother, I would go through fire and water for her
. With this thought, I suddenly felt enlightened and decided to go back and study hard to repay my parents.

Actually, it's quite natural that my mom was targeted by other men. My mom is naturally beautiful, with
fair and smooth . Even without makeup, her face is above average. At 168cm, she has
a standard tall and slender figure among women in our area. She has a 36C bust and is very full. She also studied dance and knows how to dress. When she was young, she was
one of the most beautiful women in the factory. I really don't understand how my dad, a poor rural young man who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, managed to
get my mom.

Although my mother is now 46 years old, and the signs of aging are visible in the fine lines around her eyes and a little extra weight
around her waist, she exudes a unique charm of a mature woman—full-figured, mature, and captivating. To use
a crude phrase (though I'm reluctant to describe my mother that way), "You can tell at a glance that this woman is amazing
in bed !"

Therefore, I've known my standards of beauty since childhood, and I've never been interested in girls who weren't as pretty as my mother. But...
Unfortunately, although I inherited most of my parents' good looks and am fairly handsome, I didn't inherit their height
. I stopped growing at 165cm, which put me at a disadvantage when it came to pursuing girls.

When I got to college, seeing everyone busy dating, I started
dating She was decent-looking, with a barely acceptable B-cup, but she was very short, only 153cm (I couldn't help it,
I wasn't tall either, and the other girls wouldn't be interested in someone like me; I didn't have the advantage to choose them, they were the ones choosing me).
After dating for several months, we finally had our first time together. I wasn't a virgin (duh, there aren't that many virgins these days).

Although she herself had long lost her chastity, getting back into her bed was harder than climbing to heaven. We only slept together
twice, and no matter how much I begged, she wouldn't let me again. Instead, she became even more aggressive, asking me for money to buy
this and that (damn, women these days are quite cunning. When
they're in school, they sleep with you to be taken advantage of while shopping, but when they're out in the workforce, they sleep with you to get your house and property). I had to coax her every day.

Later, after having sex with my mom, I realized that compared to my mom's mature, voluptuous, and slender figure,
my girlfriend 's short and small-breasted figure was completely overshadowed, so I broke up with her decisively (I heard she found a new
boyfriend soon after, but I don't care anymore; everyone in college is just playing around anyway). Ultimately, the reason
is that I have always had a strong belief deep down that I would never
marry .

(I've digressed a bit, let's get back to the time when I went back to school last time.) The school organized a field trip for us, and more than two weeks later, I didn't go home

until the day before Qingming Festival .
I arrived home around 5 PM. As soon as I walked in, I saw Mom sitting on the sofa in the living room folding clothes. Dad
came out of the kitchen and shouted at me, "Son, hurry up and pack your things. You and your parents are going back to our hometown tonight!"
(My family goes back to our hometown every year for the Qingming Festival to sweep the tombs.)

"Dad, I just got back, can't I take a break?"

"You brat, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and pack!"

Mom, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Dad, "Old Zhang! What are you yelling at the child for?! Let him rest!"

Dad never dared to disobey Mom, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, go rest. Dad booked a car to leave at 9:30 tonight
. Let's have dinner early and leave, remember?"

Mom looked at me with concern and said, "Son, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I ate lunch at school, I'm not hungry, don't worry, Mom," I replied, changing into my slippers and
going back to my room to pack.

After suppressing my desire for two weeks at school, I was finally home and planned to have Mom help me, but I completely
forgot about the important matter of going back to my hometown to sweep the tombs. Even worse, I wouldn't have a chance to do "that" with Mom. I thought
dejectedly .

Just as I was about to stuff a few pairs of socks into the suitcase by the door, I saw Mom carrying a neatly folded suitcase into the master
bedroom . From the living room, I heard Dad's voice: "Lihua, I'm going to the market to buy groceries for tonight, I'm going out now!"
He slammed the security door shut and went down the stairs.

The opportunity had arrived! I suddenly jumped up, rushed out of the living room door, and saw Dad go down the stairs through the security door.
I quickly closed the wooden door behind me and then sneaked into my parents' room.

My mother's hair was untied, her long, black hair falling past her shoulders. She was sitting on
the edge of the bed ironing clothes, wearing an ordinary open-necked tight-fitting shirt. When she looked up and saw me walk into the room, she knew exactly what I wanted to do. She said, both amused and annoyed, "Look at
you, you lecherous one! Dad just left the house and came straight to Mom. Fine, let Mom finish ironing this first, then you can do it!"

I eagerly sat down next to my mother, my hands roaming restlessly over her body. Then I hugged her tightly from behind,
my hands slipping from under her armpits to the front, and through her cotton short-sleeved shirt, I began to knead her high, full breasts. Just as
I closed my eyes to enjoy the soft, tempting feel of her hand, a sharp "smack" rang out as Mom slapped my
hand . "Didn't I tell you not to move around?! You're still moving! Mom's ironing Dad's suit, what if you ruin it! Move aside, move
aside!"

Helpless, I had no choice but to suppress my desire and sit obediently watching Mom iron the clothes.

Mom continued ironing her clothes, saying, "Look at how impatient you are! It will take your dad at least
half an hour to get back from the market, and I'm not in a hurry, so why are you?! People need to learn to be patient..." Seeing Mom start
lecturing , my originally aroused penis helplessly went limp.

"Alright, all done ironing. See, Mom's pretty quick, isn't she? I told you to wait, but you were so impatient
." Mom put the iron down, turned to face me, and started taking off her clothes by lifting up her shirt. Her
large, full 36C breasts, wrapped tightly in a pink embroidered lace bra, exuded a
captivating .

Seeing me staring intently at her impressive breasts, Mom burst out laughing, raised her right index finger
and poked my forehead hard, scolding, "You lecher! How many times have I seen your whole body?
You're still so horny! Look at you, you're practically drooling!"

I snapped out of my daze and quickly wiped my mouth. "Mom, I'm not drooling!"

Mom laughed even harder. "Silly boy, I was just kidding! Hahaha..."

My lust was instantly aroused, and I suddenly pounced on Mom on the bed, my mouth desperately nibbling at her firm, fragrant breasts through the thin fabric of
her bra , while my hands clumsily tried to
unhook the bra from under her back.

"Get up, get up! Don't wrinkle the clothes Mom just ironed, honestly, you didn't even tell me." Mom
pushed me away, getting up and reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. "Get all the clothes off the bed! Fold them neatly, don't
wrinkle them for Mom! Also, close the curtains!"

I quickly tidied the bed under Mom's command, rushed over to close the curtains, and turned around. Unexpectedly,
before I could even stand up straight, Mom threw her pink bra, which she had just taken off, at my face
. I was startled, not understanding what was happening. Mom laughed so hard she could barely breathe, saying, "Silly boy, hahaha, you're killing me with laughter
..."

Her blatant teasing and playful banter before making love strongly aroused my masculine desire.
Before I even took off a single piece of clothing, I frantically jumped onto the spring bed, pinning my alluring mother beneath me,
licking . Her fragrant breath sprayed onto my face, her soft, sexy body pressed tightly
against me. The thought that I was currently enjoying a stunning beauty I never even dared to dream of filled me with an
immense sense of conquest and satisfaction that almost made me lose control.

"Mom, you seem a little different today? Like people say...yes, you're sexy!"

"Go to hell! How dare you talk to your mother like that? I'm making you feel good and you're not happy?!" Mom suddenly got angry and grabbed
my left ear, twisting it hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Mom, I'm sorry! I misspoke, please forgive me?" I realized I had said the wrong thing
and kept begging for forgiveness. Seeing that I was admitting my mistake, Mom didn't take it too seriously and blew on my reddened
left ear (at this time, I was still on top of Mom, and the two of us were almost face to face when we kissed).

My mother looked at me with heartache and said, "You brat, does it hurt? Oh dear, look at you, you only come back with all sorts of
swear words , otherwise I wouldn't have hit you so hard..."

Women, so fickle, I thought helplessly.

Mom pushed me away, turned over, and told me to lie still. As she took off my pants, she said, "Mom was in a good mood
today , so I wanted to play a trick on you, you scoundrel who dares to sleep with even your own mother... Hey, take off your clothes,
what are you standing there for?"

I quickly moved my upper body and took off my shirt. "Mom, I was being naughty, did I upset you? Can I still
make amends ?"

"You smooth talker, just like your father. Don't move, don't move, close your eyes, don't open them! Let Mom punish
you properly," Mom said, seeing that I had closed my eyes, and then she pulled off my underwear. My underwear belt pulled my penis downwards and rotated it,
then suddenly released it like a bowstring being pulled back. I felt my swollen penis dangling in the air
like .

Hearing my mother giggle, I felt a little embarrassed and asked with my eyes closed, "Mom, what are you
doing ?" Before I could finish speaking, a warm, wet, and soft sensation came from the base of my penis. My mother was giving me oral sex!

I immediately realized what was happening. My mother's soft, wet tongue slowly licked upwards from the base of my penis, then
gently scraped the foreskin folds at the base of the glans. She then used her hand to straighten my large, erect penis, which was pressed almost against
my lower abdomen , and slowly enveloped the glans with her mouth, sucking it lightly and heavily
, making me involuntarily take a deep breath in pleasure. Just as I was about to ejaculate
, seemingly sensing the urge in my penis, my mother quickly released her grip.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw my mother kneeling between my legs. Her fair and delicate upper body was naked, and
her beautiful, full breasts and brownish-red areolas captivated my gaze, making it impossible for me to look away. My mother tossed
her hair, then took a hair tie in her left hand and deftly tied it into a ponytail behind her head. Every move she made exuded the calm, skillful, and sexy charm of a mature woman who
had experienced many things in life.

I softly called out, "Mom." My mother glanced at me, said softly, "Don't move," and then
bent down to take my penis into her mouth. Her soft lips began to bite and move around my thick penis, so skillfully that
I couldn't feel her teeth at all.

After a few strokes, Mom spat out my penis, raised her right hand, and gently guided my
glistening saliva-covered shaft with three fingers. Her tongue lightly licked the urethral opening, occasionally licking
the coronal sulcus .

I trembled with pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing to my head, my glans throbbing uncontrollably. I quickly pushed away Mom, who was
still actively licking me, and sat up abruptly, swallowing hard
to cool down and eliminate all stimuli. I barely managed to control myself, panting as I asked
my mother, who was watching with a grin, "Mom, it's only been two weeks, how come your oral skills have become so proficient?"

"Go away, what nonsense! Mom didn't do anything dirty."

"Mom, then why did it feel so good? I almost came."

Mom poked my forehead hard. "Come on, come on, come on, you deadbeat! Ugh, all you men are so lewd
, always thinking about that stuff. I only learned to do that dirty stuff after serving so many of you stinky men
." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling suddenly washed over me. Could it be that what I'd been worrying about all along
...?

"Mom, the number of men involved isn't more than three, is it?" I asked tentatively.

"You're kidding me! You're calling your mom a slut!" Mom realized what I was thinking and angrily pinched my thigh
.

"Ouch, ouch! Mom, I didn't mean that!"

"I know what you want to ask! I'm not afraid to tell you! Okay, Mom did sleep with that guy, so what
!?" Mom glared at me angrily.

"Mom, I didn't mean anything by it! I know it was unavoidable, it's not your fault! Okay, okay,
son admits his mistake, alright!?" I quickly laid Mom down on the bed, kneaded her two large, tempting, snow-white
breasts, and coaxed her in a low voice. Seeing that Mom didn't react, I quickly lowered my head and kissed her lips to prevent her from pursuing the matter further.
Clearly, Mom didn't take it to heart, and she seemed quite sexually aroused today.

But at this moment, I felt really uncomfortable. Mom was able to act so naturally after being with that scumbag from the factory,
and she was even more proactive and bolder in sex than before. I was really unwilling and disappointed. After all, Mom was
having an affair with an outsider. Does a woman become promiscuous after having more contact with men in that area? No wonder Mom's oral skills have improved
so . Last time she was unwilling to lick my penis, but this time she was so skilled. Although Mom made me feel very good just now,
I still had a strange feeling.

But I knew in my heart that Mom had lost her virginity out of necessity, and her motivation was for our
family . I had no right to stand on moral high ground and condemn my mother. The ones who should be condemned are my
father, who was incapable of protecting his wife, and myself, who wasted my youth and disappointed my mother.

(Back to the erotic sex scene)

Mom actively stretched out her long, red, tender tongue to lick my lips. The strong smell of her saliva went straight into my
nostrils (not that my mother has bad breath or anything, but everyone's saliva does have a smell, and even lovers
and spouses are not so easy to accept at the beginning. For example, after my first kiss with my girlfriend, I hid aside and
secretly gaggled). At first, I felt very uncomfortable when I French kissed my mom, but after a few times, I gradually got used to
the smell of her saliva. Now, I get incredibly aroused just by smelling her saliva.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and let Mom taste it."

Having made love with my mom so many times, I know she likes French kissing. Although I was a little
resistant , I didn't dare disobey her and quickly stuck out my tongue. Mom took my tongue in her mouth, sucked
on it a few times, and then gently spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto my tongue and palm before spreading it evenly with her fingertips.

"Swallow it, Mom! How about it? Does Mom's saliva taste good?"

I frowned and forced myself to swallow it.

"You little brat, Mom did it on purpose. I knew you didn't like Mom's saliva. You even complained that it was unhygienic to put Mom's saliva on your food
. Let's see how Mom deals with you today!" Mom said triumphantly, looking at me.

"Mom, that was before! Now, who would dare complain about the hygiene of your things? I want them all the time. It
's just that you just licked my dick..." I said anxiously, trying to explain.

"Go away, go away, 'dick' is so offensive. I've told you so many times, you're so foul-mouthed."

"Then, Mom, what do you call this thick thing down there?" I teased my mother with a playful smile
, my left hand pulling down her thin cotton pants, while my right hand was also busy, flicking and playing with her already hardened reddish-
brown nipples.

"You're such a pain! Don't you have any manners? I'm not going to nag you anymore. Get down to business."

I patted my mom's bottom, signaling her to lift it up a bit so I could pull off her entire pair of cotton pants. I said, "Mom,
are we doing something important right now?" Then I threw the pants off the bed.

"Go to hell! Saying such shameful things, if people find out about what happened between mother and son, I'll never be able to face anyone."

I haphazardly stroked my mother's smooth, plump, and alluringly long white thighs. "Mom, I'm not stupid,
why would I tell people about our incestuous relationship?"

"Go to hell! Don't mention the word 'incest,' I can't stand it, do you hear me!"

Seeing my mother staring at me seriously, I obediently nodded hastily in agreement. "I know, I know, Mom,
I want to go in down there..." I grabbed a corner of my mother's white silk-trimmed panties and tried to pull them off.

"Okay, come in, don't take it all off, just pull that part to one side, quick."

After getting my mom's permission, I quickly pulled her panties to one side, revealing her already overflowing vulva
. The dark pubic hair on both sides of her labia was sticky and crooked with vaginal fluid, and a seductive, mature woman's pungent
smell wafted up, making me swallow hard.

"Mom, I'll go get a condom."

"Don't bother, I just finished my period two days ago, today is a safe period, hurry up and come in." My mom grabbed my arm
and said.

What's the rush? I quickly went back to my position, spread my mother's thighs apart in an "M" shape, then lifted
the smooth, long legs of this beautiful woman in front of me and placed them on my waist, sandwiching myself between her fleshy, smooth thighs. I thrust my lower abdomen forward
, and with the help of my mother's right hand, my penis easily slid into her wet, lustful vagina.

So slippery! The first feeling upon entering was that it was slippery and warm. The folds inside my mother's vaginal cavity tightly gripped my
slowly moving penis, and I could clearly feel the tiny buds on the vaginal walls rubbing against it. The head of my penis occasionally
touched the soft flesh at the entrance of my mother's cervix deep inside, and a wave of pleasure rushed to my head.

Mom's arms were spread out on either side of the bed, her body trembling slightly as I thrust back and forth, her two dazzling,
high, full, snow-white breasts swaying gently. Mom's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked at me gently with a smile in her eyes,
saying softly, "Don't be so hasty, go slower, don't finish in a few strokes like your dad, take it slow. Child, is it
comfortable ?"

"Mom, it's comfortable, how about you?"

"Silly child, come, kiss your mother."

I stopped thrusting, pressed down on Mom's thighs, and slowly withdrew my penis by moving my buttocks. I only pulled it out halfway, and because Mom was so tight
inside , there was a "pop" as air was squeezed out of Mom's vagina.

I looked down and saw that the engorged, throbbing penis was covered in thick, white, murky vaginal fluid that had been squeezed out of my mother's vagina.
I dipped my left finger in it and lifted it up, pulling out a glistening strand of fluid. Seeing this, Mom scolded me shyly
, "You little pervert, stop messing around! Wipe yourself clean, it's so embarrassing."

I licked the semen on my finger; it tasted fishy and salty. I grinned and said, "Mom, it tastes pretty good
."

"Disgusting! Don't lick! Keep licking!..."

My animalistic instincts kicked in, and I pounced on Mom, hugging her sexy and alluring body tightly. My hands frantically kneaded her firm,
smooth breasts, and my mouth desperately tried to kiss her lips. Mom yelled, "Get away! You're filthy..." and
tried to push me away .

Just as we were struggling, the sound of the security door opening in the living room came from inside!

It was Dad coming home! My head went blank, and I froze like a statue. My
mom, , was clear-headed. She pushed me away, jumped out of bed, rushed to the bedroom door, and locked it. We
stared at each other, terrified, not daring to breathe.

The sound of Dad's leather shoes approaching came from outside the door. He stopped, knocked, and called out
, "Lihua, what are you doing in there? I'm just getting my briefcase. My boss called me; something
happened and I need to get back right away."

Mom tried to remain calm and said through the door, "I'm changing! Don't come in!"

"Oh, we've been married for so long, what's there to be so formal about? Open the door."

"Even being married for so long won't do! I'll give it to you, okay?"

"Alright, alright, give it to me. Oh, Lihua, listen to me, I was only halfway to the market when I
got the call from my boss telling me to get back to the factory immediately. What could be so urgent…?"

"How would I know? With your position, what trivial matters could you possibly have?" Mom replied as she went to get
dressed , gesturing with her lips for me to get Dad's briefcase from under the bedside table. Mom wasn't wearing a bra. She put on her old open-necked
t-shirt and cotton pants, grabbed my clothes and handed them to me while taking Dad's briefcase. She whispered, "Hide under the bed,
don't make a sound!"

As soon as I crawled under the bed, I heard Mom open the door. "Here

you go. Anything else?" "No, Lihua, really, we're an old married couple, why are you hiding while changing clothes? Really
..."

"Go to hell! You old pervert, you love peeping at women changing clothes so much? Tell me honestly, what other women
have you ? I'll strangle you..."

"No, no, no, I swear to God I've never seen any other woman's body, except Lihua's..."

"Get lost! You old lecher, let go of me! Touching me like that in broad daylight, aren't you ashamed?"

"Hey, Lihua, why aren't you wearing a bra? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Get away! Stop touching me, I'll beat you to

a pulp!" "Ouch, what can I say? My wife has big breasts, and she's tall and beautiful, everyone else can only drool...
Ouch! That hurts!"

"You old lecher, get down to business! Do you think you're acting like a grown man, dragging your feet like that?"

"Okay, okay, I just bought some bread downstairs. You can eat it in the car, so don't wait for me for dinner. I
'll try to get back as early as possible. If I'm not back by 8 o'clock, you and the kids should go catch the bus..."

"Alright, alright, I know without you saying it. You go back to the factory quickly."

"By the way, where did that kid go again after he just got back? He's always so carefree."

"He went out to exercise. He'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Okay, I'm going now."

"Alright, alright, go quickly."

I heard Dad close the security door with a "bang," and I darted out from under the bed, hiding behind my parents' bedroom door to watch for
any movement in case Dad came back. I only heard the wooden door in the living room close with a crisp "thud"—Mom had
locked the door.

As soon as Mom entered the room, I took advantage of her inattention and hugged her from behind. My hands, restless, groped her large, firm, and elastic breasts through
her . My breathing was rapid with excitement as I teased her,
"Mom, Dad asked you where I went, and you said I went to exercise. Did you mean you were doing 'exercise' with me in bed
?"

Mom reached back and pinched my butt hard. "Dream on, you rascal! I haven't even taught you a lesson yet.
Your dad almost caught us just now, and I was lucky I was quick-witted enough not to know how to handle it. Also, next time you
do 'that' with Mom, remember to lock the door! You hear me!"

Just then, I reached into my mother's collar and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it. My mother slapped my
hands away from her breasts, turned around and handed me the bag of buttered bread she was carrying. She pouted and said, "Look at you, you
little rascal, you won't even let your mother go grocery shopping. I'm too lazy to cook. Just make do with this for dinner. Eat up,
and then we'll do 'that' after you're done." Then she pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed and watched me eat.

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat in the car."

I took a bite out of the bread and saw the butter spread on it. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

"Mom, take off your clothes and lie down."

"What? Didn't I tell you to finish eating first before we do 'that'?"

"Mom, I'm not in a rush to do 'that', just take off your clothes and lie down."

"You little devil, I can't do anything with you. Okay, okay, I'll take them off, let's see what
tricks ." Mom took off her tight-fitting shirt and threw it aside, then took off her cotton pants and tossed them aside, fixed her hair,
got into bed, looked at me, and said, "Eat well, don't leave crumbs on the bed."

I also took off my shirt, got into bed naked, straddled Mom's body, bent my knees and spread them on either side of her body,
then slowly sat down on the top of her thighs. "Mom, am I pressing on you?"

"Thank goodness, hey, don't press on Mom's pelvis."

I adjusted my sitting position, my scrotum almost resting on Mom's clitoris where her pubic hair grew thick. My penis stood erect, throbbing
with rage Mom chuckled and scolded, "Look at you, you naughty thing, so embarrassing."
I chuckled back, leaning slightly forward, my right hand holding a piece of bread, and began spreading butter on Mom's dark red areolas
.

"Ouch! Do you still want to eat this? It's filthy!" Mom slapped my wrist with a crisp sound, scolding me.

"It's okay, Mom. Mom's clean everywhere. Let me taste Mom's flavor." After saying that,
I licked Mom's dark red areola, slightly concave brownish-red nipple, and
little bumps on the areola, just like a cat licking milk from a bowl.

Mom couldn't help but laugh. "Look at you, so lewd, like a baby nursing. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Mom, does it feel good?"

"How can it feel good or not? My nipples are itchy. Hey! Bite lighter, or I won't let you nurse anymore
."

I gently bit Mom's nipple and responded indistinctly.

"That's enough, that's enough. Give Mom the other side."

I let go of Mom's right breast, which was covered in my saliva and had a teeth mark. I smeared the remaining butter from the bread
onto Mom's left nipple, then took a bite and licked it with relish.

"You little pervert, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Alright, alright, stop licking Mom's breasts. Finish your bread first, we have
important things ."

"Mom, your breasts smell so good."

"Go away, you're just taking advantage of your mom. Oh, it's so delicious, don't get bread crumbs on the bed."

I quickly stuffed the rest of the bread into my mouth and swallowed it whole.

"Eat slowly! Don't choke!" Mom quickly propped herself up on her elbows, pushed me away, and came closer to me,
her left hand supporting me and her right hand gently stroking my back. "Don't eat too fast, it's bad for your health.
Don't do it again next time, okay?" I mumbled an indistinct "uh-huh. "

Seeing that I had finally swallowed it, Mom breathed a sigh of relief, swept the bread
crumbs

off my body with one hand, patted my back, and said, "Okay, lie down, let Mom take care of you." I obediently lay down, and I saw Mom flick her hair, toss it behind her back, straddle my body with one thigh
, guide my penis to her labia with one hand, and then slowly sit down. I could clearly
feel the glans slowly pushing open the tight flesh of Mom's vagina and reaching deep into her cervix. I involuntarily
exhaled, and Mom was also clearly in great comfort, letting out a soft "hmm" in her throat.

Then Mom grabbed my thighs and started stroking me up and down. The sticky, wet fluid from our genitals made
a rhythmic opening and closing sound. Then Mom began to moan softly, her lower abdomen contracting
and expanding. Her large, pear-shaped breasts, white and dazzling, swayed in front of me. Good heavens, Mom had actually learned such a bold and uninhibited female riding
position. That scumbag director at the union must have forced her to learn it. But then again, once a woman opens up in that area,
her sexual desire is actually stronger than a man's. Women are truly unfathomable, I thought to myself.

After stroking for a while, Mom became a little breathless. She leaned over me, took my hands, intertwined our fingers, and pressed my hands
onto the bed. Her hair fell onto my face as she paused, panting slightly. Fine
beads of She looked at me, panting, and said, "Mom's tired, you move." The woman-on-top position demands
a lot of stamina from the woman, who was already quite old and naturally exhausted.

I had Mom put her hands on the bed, freeing my own to grab her large, soft, and
elastic I thrust my lower abdomen into her slippery, warm vagina. The bedroom
was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, "slap slap," and Mom's soft moans.

Just as Mom and I were immersed in the pleasure of sex, the landline phone next to the bed rang at an inopportune moment.
My mother and I were startled and looked at each other.
Why did she have to call now of all times? What a spoilsport, I thought. My mother gestured for me to be quiet, then tilted her head slightly to reach the receiver. "Hello? Who is it?"

came the other end. "It's me. I just ran into a colleague. It's about the factory restructuring. I heard a private
boss came to see the factory and wants to buy it. He's at the factory now, and the boss wants us all to go and receive him, so I won't be
going back to my hometown this time. You and the kids should go back. See if you can get my train tickets refunded..."

"Okay, okay, is there anything else?" my mother replied, boldly leaning closer to
me and nodding to signal me to continue. On the other end of the phone was Dad, while on this end, Mom and I were naked, embracing
each other doing something obscene. Mom was so bold as to casually talk to Dad while having sex with me in
a woman-on-top position. The thought of this made all my worries vanish.

Under the immense stimulation of Dad cheating on Mom with Dad, my hands trembled slightly as I reached around to Mom's smooth back
and caressed her delicate, smooth skin. I slowly began to thrust into Mom's wet, throbbing vagina. Mom's two
large, plump, and elastic breasts pressed tightly against my heart, which was pounding with excitement.

"Lihua, are you listening?"

Just then, my erect penis hit her cervix, and Mom couldn't help but groan,
"Mmm, I'm listening."

"Lihua, what are you doing? You're distracted."

"Nothing, just tell me."

Dad continued on the phone, "I think the factory restructuring is finally going to happen. To be honest, everyone's
panicking , everyone's worried about being laid off."

"Old Zhang, don't worry, there won't be any major changes in your technical department." Mom said as she lifted
my right arm so I could lick her armpit. I slowly licked my mother's sweaty
armpit hair, which exuded the salty, pungent scent of a mature woman, trying to control the pressure so as not to itch her and interfere with her phone call with my father.

"Who can predict the future? Hey, did you give Director Zhao money last time?"

My mother lied and said, "Yes."

(Actually, I knew that Director Zhao didn't want the money my mother gave him, but rather her body.)

My father continued, "Did he promise to help us with our affairs?"

"Of course he promised, what are you worried about?" My mother answered impatiently, and after saying that, she stuck out her fragrant tongue
to lick my lips and nose.

"Okay, okay, Lihua? Lihua? Are you eating?" Hearing the smacking sounds of Mom licking her lips
, Dad asked in surprise on the other end of the phone.

"Ugh, I'm drinking water! What else do you want to say?"

"Oh, it's just that old man in my department is retiring at the end of this month, right? I was thinking of asking Director Zhao to help out, to see
if he could support me..."

"Don't worry, I've already talked to Director Zhao, and he promised to put in a good word for you." Mom stopped
licking my lips, her vagina still wrapped around my penis as she sat between my legs, her left hand pressing against the bed to support her upper body weight
, while she turned to her side and grabbed her right breast with her right hand, gesturing for me to suckle her breast.

I understood immediately and got up to adjust my seat with Mom
so I could suckle her breasts. Because Mom was taller than me, and she was sitting on my lap with her upper body slightly leaning back, her breasts were right next to my mouth, so I could
easily suckle her two large, snow-white breasts, still carrying a hint of creamy scent. Mom watched me
lick and suckle her breasts alternately, and her waist began to slowly move back and forth, stroking my penis.

Dad was still on the phone saying, "Okay, okay, then you and the kids go back tonight. When you go to sweep the tombs tomorrow,
make sure to say hello to the people back home. That's all. I'm hanging up now."

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. Phone calls are expensive," Mom replied impatiently.

As soon as I heard Dad hang up the phone, I hurriedly laid Mom down on the bed, hugged her waist, and draped her thighs in the crook of
my arms, beginning to thrust and pound vigorously. The sound of our genitals slapping together was crisp and clear.

"Don't be so rough, it hurts down there."

But I couldn't control the pleasure in my head, ignoring Mom as I continued to pound hard into her vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid. My mother's
labia gripped the base of my penis tightly, and I thrust violently into her cervix deep inside her vagina. I
felt fluid seeping from my glans. Despite my mother's gripping of the sheets and cries of pain,
driven by pleasure, I relentlessly pounded into her genitals. My ejaculation spurted out, spurting violently against
the core of her vagina.

My mother sensed my ejaculation and cried out, "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm almost there too, keep fucking me!" Hearing
her words, I used my last bit of strength to thrust my still-ejaculating penis in and out, trying to bring her to orgasm
before limp.

With my last few thrusts, I finally felt a surge of heat gushing out from deep inside my mother. After my last thrust
, I was so exhausted that I lay panting heavily on top of her. My mother's body was also convulsing. After we finished, my mother and I were
both so tired that we were stuck together like a puddle of mud.

After a while, Mom pushed me away, panting, and said, "You naughty boy, you only care about yourself. You've made Mom
hurt."

"Mom, didn't you teach me not to swear? Why are you swearing now?"

"It's none of your business! You're lecturing your mother instead."

"Mom, is it good?"

"Hmm, it's okay," Mom paused and took a breath, "Next time, wait until Mom comes before you shoot, otherwise what am I supposed to do if your
thing goes soft?" As she said this, Mom couldn't help but laugh, and I laughed as I stroked
Mom's sweaty and smooth body.

It was only then that I realized my knees were aching slightly. Looking down, I saw they were scraped, and my lower abdomen was bruised and red
. My mother's genitals were even worse; her entire vulva was almost purplish-red.

After that, nothing much happened. My mother and I used tissues to clean each other's genitals, then got up,
dressed , and tidied the room. I rested for a while before taking a shower, and my mother went into the kitchen to prepare food. After I left the bathroom, my mother also went
to shower. Afterward, we watched TV together for a while, and then, around 8 PM, we set off.

My mother and I returned my father's train ticket and boarded the long-distance bus at 9:30 AM. Because of the Qingming Festival, there were many people returning to their hometowns
. My mother and I found seats; I sat by the window, and my mother sat on the outside. Across the street in the same row sat a young
couple My mother struck up a conversation with the woman, presumably the wife, across the aisle, "Are you also going back to sweep the tombs
?"

"Yes, are you from our area too?"

"No, my husband is from there, I'm a local. This is my son, we're going back to sweep the tombs."

"Your son is really handsome, how old is he?" the working wife flattered.

"No, no," Mom waved her hand, then said, "He's 21 this year, still so immature."

I got anxious and interjected, "Mom, why are you saying that about me?"

The woman chuckled, "Little brother, your mom is very
pretty

, I thought she was your older sister." The working husband glanced at us lazily and didn't say anything. "No, no, she's over forty, old!" Mom was still very happy to hear people compliment her on her looks.

Mom chatted with the woman for a while, then the bus turned onto the national highway, the conductor turned off the interior lights, and it was
pitch . Mom and the woman stopped talking. Everyone sat quietly in their cars.

Around 11:30, the car entered the highway, and the passengers were all dozing off. Apart from the occasional flashes of streetlights outside
the windows was almost completely dark, so quiet that only
the sound of the wheels on the highway and the occasional cough from a few half-asleep passengers could be heard.

I got tired of my mobile game and looked up to see my mother half-asleep. Her high, firm breasts
rose and fell slightly beneath her tight-fitting office suit shirt, and an alluring scent—a mixture of her hair and a woman's sweat—wafted into my nostrils, instantly waking me
. I stood up from my seat and looked around. Everyone seemed to be fast asleep, not moving at all. I paid special
attention to the couple across the highway from where we got off the bus. The woman was fast asleep, her head tilted to the side, resting on the man's shoulder,
while the man was clearly snoring softly

, sound asleep. A wicked thought suddenly came to me. I gently shook my mother awake and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to."

My mother also woke up, looked around nervously, and scolded in a low voice, "You're going to get yourself killed! There are so many people on the bus
, what if someone sees us! Go back to sleep, don't mess around!"

"Mom, it's okay, they're all asleep, no one will see us," I persisted.

"No! Go to sleep. You can do whatever you want at home, but absolutely not outside!"

"Mom, I really can't hold back anymore. Let's be gentle, I just need to cum quickly and it'll be over."

Seeing that I really wouldn't give up, Mom had no choice but to agree: "You silly boy, always thinking about that! I
can't help it. Okay, Mom will help you cum with her hand, hurry up."

I was overjoyed and quickly unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and guided Mom to hold my penis with her left hand, then covered it with the thin blanket from the car. Mom looked around to make sure no one was awake before nervously starting to stroke
me up and down. I gently grasped my mother's left wrist as she stroked my penis with my left hand, while my right hand restlessly slipped under , touching her smooth back. I found the back clasp of her bra, tugged at it a few times, and finally managed to unhook it. After loosening her bra, I slipped my right hand under her right armpit to her chest, pushing aside the hard edge of the bra, and began to knead her right smooth breast. My mother cooperated by shifting her body, urging me in a low voice, "Hurry up!" At the same time, her left hand intensified its strokes on my penis, hoping I would ejaculate quickly. I wanted to ejaculate quickly, so I slipped my left hand inside my mother's shirt and began frantically kneading her two large, plump breasts with both hands, occasionally pinching her soft nipples with my fingertips. After a while, because my mother's kneading hurt me, I couldn't ejaculate anymore. "Mom, don't be so rough, it hurts." "Then hurry up and ejaculate." "Mom, I can't ejaculate like this." "Then what should I do?" "Mom, feed me." My mother looked around again, turned her face and took my lips into her mouth. I obediently opened my mouth and let my mother's tongue enter and we French kissed. My tongue and my tongue were swirling intensely and subtly in my mouth. My mother would occasionally feed me saliva . Because of the long car ride, my mother had bad breath, which was quite strong and made me feel nauseous. I struggled free from my mother and whispered, "Mom, stop kissing me, it smells bad, I can't stand it." "Then what do you want me to do?" "Mom, sit on my lap and let me in." "I 'm not getting in there." "Then get wet." "I can't get wet, I just woke up, how can I get wet so easily?" "Mom, then suck it out for me." "No, that's too much." The risk was indeed too great, and my mother disagreed. "Mom, I'll cover it with a blanket, people will think you're sleeping with your head on my lap, it's fine." "Okay, hurry up." I immediately let go of my mother's breasts so she could crawl under the blanket. Mom straightened her clothes, glanced at the couple next to her, and after confirming they weren't moving, she reached into the cuff of her short-sleeved shirt to loosen the bra strap and ripped it open. With some difficulty, she took the bra off and handed it to me, whispering, "Hold this and smell it, be careful no one sees." Then she quickly crawled under the blanket and began giving me oral sex. Holding Mom's bra, I deeply inhaled the lingering scent of her breasts and her body odor. Below , Mom's tongue teased my penis, while her other hand gently squeezed and stimulated my scrotum. Excitedly, I slowly thrust my penis in and out of Mom's mouth, accidentally poking her throat. My mother, suppressing her discomfort, didn't utter a sound. Instead, she pinched my thigh hard, warning me not to make any rash moves. I had no choice but to obediently let her suck and lick my penis. She quickened her pace, stimulating my scrotum with one hand and gently massaging the sensitive area between my scrotum and anus , occasionally lightly probing my anus. Instantly, my pleasure intensified dramatically, my whole body trembling with each of her movements. I felt the urge to ejaculate, desperately sniffing and licking the fabric inside my mother's bra cups that directly touched her breasts. Suddenly, my ejaculation occurred, and my urethra began to ejaculate, several times in just a few seconds . My mother's lips were tightly wrapped around the head of my penis to prevent the semen from spilling out. She gently stroked my penis with her hand to help me relax. After I ejaculated, she slowly took my penis in her mouth, flattening it to swallow all the semen. I heard her gulp as she swallowed it all. Then she sucked on the head of my penis to clean up the remaining semen before spitting it out. She patted my thigh to signal me to get out. My mother took the bra from my hand and put it back on under her clothes, remaining silent. In the darkness smelled the strong, fishy smell of semen on my mother's lips and, feeling guilty, whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, it tasted awful, didn't it?"

Mom ignored me, put on her bra, straightened her clothes, and sat quietly for a while before slowly speaking in a low voice,
"Don't talk, Mom feels nauseous." I quickly tore open the plastic bag on the seat and handed it to Mom's mouth. Mom finally couldn't hold back and
started vomiting into it.

Mom vomited for a while, and the pungent smell of stomach acid filled our seats. Seeing that Mom had vomited
enough , I quickly tied the bag up and put it in the corner, then moved closer to Mom and gently stroked her back, hoping to make her
feel better.

Our commotion woke up the couple across the street. The woman asked kindly, "Auntie, are you carsick
? Are you alright?"

My mother coughed twice and replied, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Seeing that nothing was wrong, the couple said
a few comforting words and went back to sleep.

Mom caught her breath, pushed my hand away, and said, "Mom's fine now. Let Mom sleep for a while. You should sleep too, don't catch a cold."

I covered Mom with a blanket and watched her drift off to sleep. I felt very guilty and uneasy, but also very touched. My mom had
repeatedly indulged my unreasonable demands, even my semen. She didn't mind,
and swallowed it all to satisfy me, but I refused to talk to her because she had bad breath from the car ride. Also, Mom
had deliberately taken off her bra for me earlier because she knew I had a habit of masturbating with her underwear. This reminded me of
the time I accidentally had sex with my mom for the first time:

(My thoughts drifted back to a midday four months ago.)

That midday four months ago, I came home from school and called out to my parents a few times in their room, but they didn't respond. Thinking
no one was home, I was about to go back to my room to turn on the computer when I noticed my mother's obviously unwashed panties on the stool in front of the dressing table
. Inexplicably, I went over and picked them up, sniffing the yellow stains on the crotch of her panties... I started
masturbating (actually, I had been secretly masturbating with my mom's underwear since high school, but I
did it much less after I got a girlfriend in college).

I hadn't done much when I heard my mom's surprised voice behind me: "What are you doing with my underwear?"
Hearing my mom's voice, I froze, my pants half down, my left hand clutching my mom's panties and sniffing them, my right hand still holding my penis
! Damn! It turned out that my mom had just taken a nap in the study! In that instant, I wished I could find a hole in the floor and crawl into it
! I ran back to my room, locked the door, crawled under the covers, and pretended to be dead. How embarrassing! My mom couldn't open the door, knocked a few times,
and seeing that I was too scared to open it, she didn't pursue the matter any further.

That night, Dad came home, and I only dared to leave my room for dinner. I kept my head down, not daring to look at Mom. Dad scolded me a few times,
telling me to look up and eat properly. I glanced at Mom out of the corner of my eye, but she ate her food nonchalantly,
even putting food on Dad's plate. Dad refused, so Mom gave it to me instead, without saying anything. I
finished went back to my room to continue surfing the internet. Dad went downstairs to play cards with the neighbors. Mom came into my room and sat on the edge of the bed, asking me to come over. I
walked over like a child who had done something wrong and sat down next to Mom.

After a long silence, Mom slowly spoke, "Mom knows you're going through puberty, and there are some... things you need to
release . How long have you been using my underwear?" I lowered my head and remained silent. "Okay, tell Mom,
do you have a girlfriend at school?"

I hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."

"Don't be afraid, Mom won't scold you. It's normal. You're in college now, it would be
abnormal if you didn't have a girlfriend." I still kept my head down and didn't say anything. "Tell Mom honestly, have you and your girlfriend slept together?"

Upon hearing this, I don't know if I was afraid
of being scolded by my strict mother or if I had other intentions, but I actually answered "No" without thinking.

Mom sighed, hesitated for a moment, and slowly said, "Actually, Mom knows that boys in puberty all
have some... "You need to let it out. Are you willing... Mom... to help you?"

Her last few words were almost inaudible, but upon hearing them,
a strange impulse surged within me, like a wild beast breaking free of its cage, driving me to say incredulously, "I...
am willing."

After a long silence, Mom softly said, "Close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to."

My heart pounded wildly. I closed my eyes and heard Mom close the doors and windows and draw the curtains, followed by the
rustling sound of her taking off her clothes. I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness; my cheeks burned, and I breathed heavily through my nose.

My mother said in a low, nervous voice, "Open your eyes."

When I opened them, what appeared before me was my mother's flawless, alluringly beautiful body.
She was 68cm tall with long, shapely, and voluptuous legs. A tuft of black hair formed an inverted triangle between her thighs. Because
her legs were slightly crossed, her genitals were hidden, and only a small part of the top of her mysterious mound was visible. Her lower abdomen had
a little extra fat, but it did not detract from her sexy and alluring mature womanly charm.

Next, I was captivated by her 36C firm, full, and snow-white breasts.
The reddish-brown nipples were recessed at the tips, surrounded by enlarged dark red areolas. She exuded the mature, full, and
alluring beauty of a mother. Above that was a sexy collarbone and a fair, pink neck. Her permed, slightly wavy, black hair reached past her shoulders
, and she had a beautiful face with a high nose bridge.

The room was filled with the alluring scent of a mature woman, making me incredibly nervous yet strangely excited.

My mother asked me softly, "Am I pretty?"

"Pretty," I stammered, swallowing hard.

Mom slowly came over and pulled down my pants, then helped me lie down on the bed. She lay down next to me and whispered
, "I read in a magazine that every boy's first woman is his mother. If a boy has...
that need, a mother can teach her son the first time; it's very important for his mental health development.
But ," Mom turned her head to look at me gently in the eyes, and continued, "it can only be this once.
After I teach you this once, you have to find another woman. You absolutely can't do this kind of thing with me again, understand?"

I knew immediately that those "family" and other health magazines were incredibly harmful! No, they were incredibly
helpful ! I nodded excitedly and said, "Mom, I heard you."

Mom blushed and said, "Climb on top of me, quick."

What was I waiting for? I quickly took off my shirt, climbed onto Mom's curvaceous and sexy body, and began to eagerly
knead her pair of high, plump, and bouncy breasts. Mom didn't expect me to be so impatient
and said, "Knead gently, don't squeeze so hard, you're hurting Mom!"

Mom grabbed my wrists to make me stop and continued, "Silly child, still like when you were little and suckling Mom's milk..."
" You're too impatient. Be gentle. If you like, you can suckle Mom's breasts like before, but bite lightly. You're
grown up and strong now, don't bite off Mom's nipples."

I was overjoyed and quickly moved my body down to lick Mom's large breasts
, which smelled of milk and were in a mature woman's position. At the same time, my penis was also restlessly thrusting into Mom's smooth thighs. Mom was also made restless by what I did, shifting her body back and
forth, letting out a soft "hmm" from her nose. Having been exposed to so many pornographic films and
having slept I of course knew that Mom was aroused, but I pretended not to know anything and said to Mom, "Mom, are you
not feeling well? How about we stop?" Actually, of course, I didn't agree to stop. If we really stopped,
where would my throbbing penis go?

Mom bit her lower lip and shook her head, saying, "Mom's fine, you can continue." At the same time, she took my left hand and placed it on her
most mysterious place. "Touch Mom's down there and take a good look. This is where Mom gave birth to you."

I suppressed my excitement but pretended to be stupid so that Mom wouldn't see through me. I replied, "Mom, why is your place
so narrow? How could you give birth to me? And it's wet. Mom, do you need to pee?" Taking advantage of Mom's speechlessness
, I let go of Mom's breasts, stood up, straddled Mom's thighs, spread Mom's legs into an M shape, and sat in front of Mom's mysterious slit that
was beginning to flow with lustful fluid. I used my hands to spread her labia majora, and the moist, tender red flesh inside seemed to
be breathing, opening and closing.

My mother, embarrassed, tried to push my head away, shouting, "Don't look, don't look!"

"Mom, didn't you tell me to look?" I argued.

"Mom isn't ready yet, I'll look later."

"Mom, it doesn't matter whether I look sooner or later, what's the big deal?"

Helpless, my mother said, "Then look, remember, that's where Mom gave birth to you, it's called the vagina."

"Mom, I read in a book that babies aren't born from the uterus, right?"

"The uterus is inside Mom's vagina, silly child."

"Mom, can I see your uterus, Mom?" I forcefully spread my labia, pretending to want to see the uterus inside.

Mom gently tapped my head. "Silly child, you can't see it."

"Then can I touch it?"

"No, you can! Only your father can touch Mom's uterus."

"How?"

"With your little penis." Mom blushed with embarrassment as soon as she said that.

Seeing that Mom had taken the bait, I took advantage of her inattention and continued to pull open Mom's labia with both hands, exposing the small black hole in the middle
. I aimed my penis and thrust it in smoothly, lubricated by her vaginal fluid. Mom was startled and tried to push me away, but I clung
tightly to her bent legs, saying, "Mom, it's so narrow and cramped down there, how could I possibly give birth from there?
And I can't even feel my uterus."

Mom, both angry and ashamed, said, "You bastard, you didn't even tell your mother! You were born from there,
believe it or not, the uterus is further inside, you can't reach it. Hurry up and pull that thing out!"

"Mom, if I pull it out, what are you going to teach me?"

As soon as I said it, I instinctively knew my act of innocence had been exposed.

"So you already know? Hurry up and pull it out! That's outrageous, daring to play tricks on your mother, see how I deal with you
!" Mom was furious. Looking at my serious and earnest mother, I was so scared that I quickly pulled my penis out.

"Tell me the truth! Have you ever done 'that' with a woman or not!?" Mom was still relentlessly pursuing me. I had heard people say
before that if a woman is persistent, there's no way to escape her, except to make up another lie to cover up the one that gets exposed
.

I quickly tried to explain, "Mom, I sometimes see porn at school, so I understand a little bit about it, but it
always makes me feel uneasy. I always want to experience it for myself, but I can't, so I just used your underwear to solve the problem
, that's how you caught me."

"Really? You won't get away with lying to your mother." Mom still looked at me suspiciously.

"Mom, if I lied to you, may I be struck by lightning!" I panicked and quickly swore to the heavens.

Upon hearing my solemn oath, Mom quickly covered my mouth, "Silly boy! What kind of oath are you making
? What ! Alright, alright, Mom will believe you this once. Come on, you can have my body, but only this once. After that,
don't think about anything else. Study hard, understand?"

Even such a casual lie worked, what are you waiting for! I quickly pried Mom's mouth off, "Mom,
I understand , thank you for not killing me!" I pounced on Mom, one hand holding my raging penis, parted Mom's dark red
labia, and with a little force, forced open the tight flesh inside Mom's vagina, and began to thrust wildly.

My mother's vaginal fluid wasn't much, and it was a bit dry inside, so it gripped my penis tightly, creating a lot of friction
. But at that time, it was only the third time I'd slept with a woman, and I didn't know much about it. I just kept thrusting,
ignoring my mother's cries of pain. After about ten or twenty thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate.

My mother pushed me away after I finished ejaculating and said coldly, "Satisfied now? Don't think about such things anymore.
Focus on your studies." She put on her clothes, got out of bed, and walked out of the room. At the door, she turned back and told me to clean up
before going to take a shower.

I lay on the bed, dressed, trying to catch my breath. My mind was a mess, and I felt a deep sense of regret. I felt I had done
something irreparable. I was afraid my father would find out, afraid my mother would never speak to me again. Lost in these
thoughts to sleep.

I don't know when I woke up. As soon as I got out of bed and stepped out of the living room, I saw Dad sitting
with his legs and watching a TV drama. He looked up at me and scolded, "You brat, all you do is laze around and sleep. Go, go,
go help your mother with the housework."

"Old Zhang, why are you always yelling at the kid? If you're so tough, go yell outside. The kid's tired from the bus ride home from school,
let him sleep for a bit!" Mom was hanging clothes to dry on the balcony. She turned around and said

to Dad with an awkward smile, "Okay, okay, Lihua will listen to you. I'm just worried that the kid might oversleep and it will affect his health."

It seemed that Dad didn't notice my unease at all, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Mom finished hanging the clothes and came into the living room carrying the empty bucket. Looking at me, she said, "Don't mind your dad. He's
useless so he just yells at the kids at home." Her expression was completely normal, as if nothing had happened
.

Although I felt relieved, I was still a little nervous and tentatively asked, "Mom, is there anything I can help you
with ?" I tried to please her while secretly observing her expression.

Mom rolled her eyes at me: "Silly boy, what can you do for me? Go away, don't get in my way."
Then she picked up the bucket and walked away. Seeing that Mom wasn't angry or anything, I finally felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
Shi, overjoyed, skipped back to his room to play on the computer.

Things should have ended perfectly there, but sex is something that once you experience pleasure, you can never
forget it, especially for a young, strong, and sexually active guy like me. I
kept trying, even though I knew deep down that incest between mother and son was a bottomless abyss. Driven by primal desires,
and having had a mother complex since childhood, I couldn't control my reason. Later,
I maintained , but I won't go into details here.

(I snapped back to reality from my reverie, still on a long-distance bus late at night.)

I quietly looked at my mother's familiar and kind face, who was dozing off beside me. I gently
covered her with a blanket, stayed for a while, and

then drifted off to sleep myself. There's not much else to say. My mother and I arrived at my uncle's house in the early morning, slept
until and then went to sweep the tombs with everyone. After all that, we didn't get on the bus back to the city until almost evening, arriving
home around 10 p.m.

As soon as we got home, Dad greeted us with a beaming smile. Ignoring
the fact that , he excitedly told Mom, "That old man in the office got sick and has to retire. Someone inside told me
that I, Lao Zhang, will be taking his place! Haha, that old man retired quite timely! Of course, of course, it was
Director Zhao, whom you introduced, who helped us a lot!"

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful!" Mom exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

"Look, now we're not afraid of the factory restructuring anymore. I, Lao Zhang, am a key member of the factory now, and
the boss is begging us to stay! Oh, Director Zhao is our great benefactor! I've already invited him over
for dinner next Sunday night! We have to thank him properly then!"

Seriously? That scumbag is coming to our house? I was a little surprised, thinking to myself.

I looked at my mom, who was giving an awkward smile. Dad didn't notice my mom's strange expression and cheerfully took
our luggage and moved it aside. My mom and I changed our shoes and went into the living room to rest on the sofa for a while. While Dad was away, I leaned
close to Mom and whispered in her ear, "Mom, is everything alright?"

"What's wrong? They just came up for dinner, it's nothing serious. Don't say anything more, Dad won't suspect anything."
Seeing Mom's reassuring expression, I felt relieved, but a complex mix of emotions lingered inside me.

Nothing special happened that night. Mom and I showered, changed, and went to bed early; Dad
was staying up late to watch the Premier League. I went back to school early the next morning. I've

been quite busy with work lately, so it's been a long time since I updated. Sorry to keep you all waiting. Some readers might be
impatient and keep asking when I'll update. Let me explain: because I write slowly, constantly
revising as I write, and with limited writing time, I can only update about
once .

Also, I appreciate the feedback from readers, but I prefer to develop the plot according to
my own my usual everyday life,
and any creative elements are carefully considered to ensure they're realistic. Some readers who enjoy more intense or dramatic content
might be disappointed.

Given my tendency to write in a somewhat scattered style, with key details often placed in more intimate places, I hope
readers will read and appreciate them carefully. While my writing skills are limited, I wouldn't presume to call it a masterpiece. Also, I hope everyone
can help catch some bugs. Thank you all in advance.
(III)

As May Day approaches, the weather gets unbearably hot. It feels like summer is coming earlier every year. Climate change is
n't something that idle scientists can just talk about (so I'd also like to encourage everyone to travel in
a low-carbon and contribute to the future of all mankind. I
'm getting off-topic, haha). The nearby swimming pools are disinfecting the pools in preparation for opening. I can't wait to relieve the heat all over my body. And look, there's
also my hot, drooping brother between my legs, hehe.

It just so happens that Sunday is May Day, and it's a long weekend. Everyone is busy preparing where to go for a trip.
Families without travel plans are also rarely able to get together for a big dinner. My family was no exception. Moreover, this Saturday evening,
we were going to have a grand reception for a guest of great significance to our family. Who was it? Director Zhao, the
very person who helped my dad land the office director position. Of course, we also gave
him a lot in return, especially my mom… but I'll leave that aside for now.

Before Director Zhao even arrived, the three of us were already seated at the table. The table was laden with chicken, duck, goose
, and all sorts of other dishes—all thanks to my mom's hard work all afternoon. "Dad, Mom, I'm so hungry,
can I have a bite first?" I couldn't resist and spoke up, but my parents almost simultaneously scolded, "No!" My mother
tapped my restless chopsticks with her chopsticks and said seriously, "We have to wait for the guests to arrive before we start eating. That's the rule,
understand?!"

Just as my father was about to speak, the doorbell suddenly rang. We've arrived! My

father hurriedly got up to open the door and greet the guests, and my mother also came forward. I had no choice but to get up from my seat reluctantly. The door opened,
revealing a well-dressed, middle-aged man in a sharp suit. He was slightly balding, but his hair
was neatly . His ruddy, round face, composed and magnanimous smile, and
beer belly that even his suit couldn't conceal, all screamed "Headmaster Zhao!

" "Director Zhao, you've worked so hard! We've all been waiting for you!" Dad exclaimed, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

Director Zhao nodded slightly, still smiling subtly, and said, "The parking took a little time, I'm sorry to have kept
you waiting. Here, this is a small gift."

Mom quickly stepped forward and took a large box. Upon seeing it was red wine, she immediately said, "We can't accept this. You
are our most important guest, how could we let you spend so much?"

Dad also nodded hurriedly, saying, "Yes, yes, we can't accept this. You've helped us so much,
how could we accept your gift?"

"It's nothing, just a small token, it won't cost much."

Seeing Director Zhao's attitude, Mom and Dad had no choice but to reluctantly accept it. After a few more polite exchanges, they led Director Zhao to the dining table. I
quickly greeted him, "Hello, Director Zhao."

"This is our son," Mom introduced.

Director Zhao smiled and nodded, saying, "Young man, you are very polite and have a bright future."

Dad was overjoyed to hear this and said, "Not at all! This child is not good enough, I'm sorry to have made you
laugh ." After some pleasantries, they began to eat.

During the meal, Director Zhao chatted and laughed, while my dad took the opportunity to flatter him, and my mom occasionally chimed in with a smile. I
smiled a few times, but it felt forced and awkward; all I wanted was to finish my food quickly and leave.

"Young man, looking for a job soon, right?" Director Zhao asked.

"Yes, graduating next year."

"How about coming to our company?"

I was so surprised that I stopped eating.

My dad, sitting next to me, was overjoyed and quickly said, "Son, quickly thank Director Zhao!"

"Yes, yes, thank him!" Mom also said happily, giving Director Zhao a grateful look.

I quickly thanked Director Zhao. Director Zhao smiled and nodded, his expression still
discreet . I quickly finished my rice and made an excuse to leave the awkward table, heading back to my room to go online.

A while later, when I heard Director Zhao leaving after dinner, I came out to see him off. Seeing my parents escort
him downstairs, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the atmosphere at the dinner table was seemingly glamorous and lively, it was actually
incredibly hypocritical. And, unspeakably, my mother had slept with all three men at the table,
including me, of course. The thought that Mom could chat and laugh so seamlessly with her countless lovers in front of my dad, completely unaware of what was going on
, filled me with secret admiration. Women, indeed, are born actresses.

It was past nine o'clock when my parents came back and finished cleaning up. I was chatting online in my study when Dad came in,
saying he wanted to check stock prices and took my computer. Just as I was about to leave the study, feeling utterly helpless, it suddenly occurred to me—
wasn't this my chance? Secretly delighted, I quickly went back and said to Dad in a fawning tone, "Dad, it's so hot tonight, and this
broken fan isn't working. Let me turn on the air conditioning for you."

"You little rascal, you've learned to be filial now?" Dad said without looking up, still glued to the stock market.

I was secretly delighted. I found the remote, turned on the air conditioner, closed the doors and windows, and went out. Before leaving, I said to my dad, "
Dad, no one will bother you. Take your time looking at it!" Seeing that my dad didn't react, I closed the door behind me with a smug look and left.

What was I going to do? Hehe, you know.

I went to find my mom, burning with desire. I walked out of the hallway, but the living room and guest room were not there. I went back into the hallway and quietly opened the door
to the master bedroom next to the study. My mom looked like she had just finished showering. She was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair,
still wrapped in a bath towel. Her left hand was tightly clutching the knot of the bath towel at her chest, and her right hand was fixing her wet hair.

Mom turned around and saw me sneak in with ill intentions. Although she was startled, she understood. After I closed and locked the door
, she lowered her voice and asked, "Your dad?"

"He's looking at stocks on the computer in the study."

"Not tonight, get out of here."

"It's okay, Dad's looking at stocks in the study. I even turned on the air conditioning for him, and there are two doors in between, so it's safe." "Mom said no, and that's final.

Go, go, get out of here. " "Mom, can I hurry?" I persisted. "No! Actually... annoying, well, Mom will tell you the truth, your dad wants to do 'that' with me tonight, and he specifically asked me to take a shower first and wait for him in bed." Mom finally stammered out this sentence because I kept pestering her. "Damn, really?" "Oh, why would I lie to you? Your dad suddenly had that idea on the way back from dropping Director Zhao off, and Mom couldn't do anything about it. I'll give it to you another day, okay? Alright, alright, hurry up and get out of here." "Anyway, it's just that our dads are going to fuck, so let me, the son, fuck first." I went up and hugged Mom, groping her curvaceous body through the bath towel. "Get lost! How dare you talk like that?" Mom slapped my hand with a crisp voice. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I grinned lewdly and pulled off Mom's bath towel, grabbing one of her soft, large breasts and kneading it. Mom pinched me hard. "I haven't agreed yet, why are you doing this?" I was burning with lust, and I didn't care whether Mom agreed or not. I pushed Mom onto the bed and stripped her naked . Actually, Mom was half-heartedly going along with me, her high breasts heaving violently, her face flushed. I spread Mom's snow-white, plump thighs, and with two fingers, I parted her already wet vulva. Her clitoris, the size of a bean, was erect and hard. I flicked her clitoris a few times, and Mom immediately trembled involuntarily. "Mom, you're quite a reaction," I teased. "Mmm...no, Mom can't take it, mmm..." Mom moaned softly. Her dark red vulva was oozing vaginal fluid with each contraction and relaxation. I licked it; it didn't taste like much, probably because Mom had just showered, lacking that familiar feminine scent. "Mom, why don't you smell today?" "Silly child, that's the smell of a woman's urine. Why do you like that smell?" "That smell is good." "Pervert!" "I am a pervert, a pervert who only fucks his own mother." I chuckled, pulled out my penis, rubbed it against her vulva, and thrust it in. Mom grunted, "You have no manners, you even dare to sleep with your father's woman..." My penis pushed through the layers of vaginal flesh, so tight it made me shudder. Mom's vaginal cavity was warm and moist. "Mom, why are you so tight?" I gripped the base of my mother's thighs, and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out. There was a lot of vaginal fluid inside, making it feel very slippery when I thrust . My mother didn't make a sound, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly behind her back. Her large breasts swayed with my thrusting movements, very tempting, and I couldn't help but swallow. "Mom, you've given birth to me all these years, why are you still so tight? And don't even mention you're being fucked by three men now..." Hearing this, Mom opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes wide with anger as she glared at me, muttering angrily in a low voice, "Are you going to do it or not?! Why are you talking so much nonsense!" I immediately realized I had said the wrong thing and shut my mouth. Mom got up and pushed me away, her penis popping out of her vagina , then she turned over and supported herself on the bed with her limbs, letting me in again. At first, I thought Mom was angry and wouldn't let me fuck her, but it turned out she had taken the initiative to change to a doggy-style position. "Mom, you're not angry, are you?" I asked cautiously as I guided my penis in. "I'm not angry with you, Mom just wants you to hurry up, your dad's still waiting outside." Relieved, I started to increase the speed of my thrusting. The doggy style position required deep penetration, and I was almost at my limit soon. Mom noticed and quickly said, "Don't ejaculate inside, pull out!" I pulled out with a "pop" and stood up on the bed. Mom immediately turned around and knelt between my legs, grabbing my penis and stroking it against her breasts with both hands. I couldn't hold back any longer, and a large glob of white semen shot onto her...

I ejaculated on my mother's breasts. After I finished, my mother grabbed

some tissues to wipe herself and shooed me out. I put on my pants, feeling a little exhausted, and quietly opened the door to make sure my father was still in the study before sneaking out
, gently closing the door behind me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down, then went to the living room to turn on the TV, trying my best to appear calm.

The TV was showing a dating show on Jiangsu TV. A flamboyant male guest was
boasting about his overseas study experience and his so-called romantic gestures. He even brought a large group of relatives and friends on VCR to help fool
the audience . Just as he was smugly thinking about winning the heart of a beauty, before the VCR even finished, the female
guests on stage turned off their lights one by one. Suddenly, tragic background music started playing, leaving the dumbfounded male guest and
the two bald hosts who were secretly laughing. I couldn't stop laughing as I watched the male guest slink away.

It's time for a commercial break again. I got up to get a glass of water. While the water dispenser was dripping, my dad
came out of his study, looked up, saw me, and said a little guiltily, "Kid, still watching TV? It's getting late, go to
sleep ."

I knew exactly what he meant, but didn't call him out. I chuckled to myself and said, "Okay, okay
, I'll go to sleep as soon as the TV show is over."

My dad left with the words, "The air conditioner's still on, you better go to sleep early," and then guiltily went into the master bedroom, locked the door, and
left.

What's that saying again? Like father, like son? Hehe.

I went back to watch TV for a while, but I couldn't shake the urge to watch. I kept thinking about where my parents were doing
. I thought about eavesdropping outside the door, but with the carpet blocking the door, I wouldn't be able to hear clearly and it would be dangerous. If they opened the door, I
wouldn't have time . After thinking it over, I decided to sneak onto the balcony and tiptoe to the master bedroom window.

Our balcony extends out over the living room, guest room, and master bedroom. The master bedroom window is a swing window, and although it was closed
and locked, and the curtains were drawn, the two panes of glass still offered some privacy. Luckily,
although the lights weren't on inside, a dim bedside lamp was on, which reflected perfectly in the dressing table mirror at the foot of the bed, showing the erotic lovemaking taking place
on the bed .

I saw Mom riding on top of Dad, moving up and down. I couldn't see her front due to the angle
, but I could see her smooth back, which satisfied me.

Through the side glass of the window, in the almost dark room except for a dim light near the bed, the dressing table mirror reflected
Mom's hair piled up, actively sitting up and stroking Dad's penis. Although I couldn't hear any
sounds , I still swallowed hard, feeling aroused, and my own penis was already erect
.

After watching for a while, Dad probably couldn't resist any longer. He rolled over, pushed Mom down on the bed, and started thrusting
. He quickly ejaculated onto Mom's full, perfect body. Hehe, my mom has such a great figure,
and she's so sexy in bed, what man wouldn't be completely defeated in front of her? I figured there was no point in watching anymore, so I quietly slipped back to
watch TV.

By then, the dating show was almost over. A big-breasted, brainless female guest had defeated the lewd male
guest , who left dejectedly. The bald host was still babbling on and on about sponsoring the advertisements. I got up to
turn off the TV, picked up the water glass on the coffee table, and was about to gulp it down when the master bedroom door creaked open. Hearing
footsteps in the hallway, I looked up and saw it was my mom.

Mom was only wearing a silk nightgown, and through the thin fabric, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra .
Her 36C breasts proudly pushed up a large expanse of fabric, and two ripe, brownish-red nipples were faintly visible
, making me involuntarily swallow.

"Not asleep yet?" Mom rolled her eyes at me and turned to find a glass of water.

I put down the glass and looked at Mom's large, sexy buttocks wrapped in the thin silk nightgown, and my penis got hard
again . I glanced at the half-open door to the main room at the end of the corridor, and boldly wrapped my arms around Mom's body,
my hands going straight for her large breasts, greedily kneading them.

Mom didn't stop me. She put down her cup, glanced warily towards the main room, and then pointed to the guest room, which was my
room. I understood, let go of Mom, and went back to my room to wait for her.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a while, I heard the sound of the main room door closing softly.
Mom walked into the guest room, casually closed the door behind her, and sat down next to me with a charming smile. Almost simultaneously,
Mom and I hugged each other tightly, kissing passionately as we rolled onto the bed. I pinned Mom
down and eagerly tried to pull off her silk nightgown.

Mom held me back, smiling as she looked at me and said, "Don't rush, let me see how I'm dressed first."

I looked down and saw something underneath the semi-transparent silk nightgown. Mom pushed me away, got up
, and took off her pajamas. What appeared before me was a purple, sheer, revealing bikini that clung tightly to her proud breasts. Two
ripe , brownish-red nipples
peeked playfully from the tiny triangular lace-trimmed fabric, instantly stunning me.

Seeing my stunned expression, Mom chuckled, "There's something even more beautiful,"

she said, spreading her long, snow-white legs. At the top of her thighs was a thong made of the same fabric, revealing
her pubic area, which was already soaked to the point of being indecently wet, with the curled pubic hair beside it damp.

"Your dad, that big brute, stripped Mom naked the moment he came in. He has no sense of romance at all. All that
effort I put in, and now look what happened, you got off easy."

"Mom, I never knew you were so sexy." I couldn't help but touch one of Mom's breasts, lifting
the lace at the opening of her bikini and pinching and tugging at her already hard nipple.

"You're going to die! How dare you talk about your mother like that." Mom cursed at me, but her face showed a look of enjoyment.

"Mom, how does it feel to have the two of us on top of each other?"

I laid Mom down on the bed, sat on her pelvis, and leaned over to rub her breasts. Mom closed her eyes and bit her lip, her face
flushed, and her breathing became heavy. It seemed that Dad hadn't fed her enough, so she deliberately came to ask me to give
her extra food.

I tightened the straps of her sexy bikini, letting the two small pieces of bikini fabric cling to Mom's proud, large, white
breasts , highlighting the small, grape-sized, brownish-red nipples in the middle and the brown areolas spreading below them. They
exuded a tempting fragrance unique to mature women. I lowered my head like a wolf, licking and biting Mom's
nipples , occasionally switching to the other breast, until both breasts and the bikini were soaked with my saliva.

"Your dad's asleep next door, aren't you afraid they'll hear you?"

"It's fine, the soundproofing is great, and you know how soundly Dad sleeps. Go ahead, tell me, Dad and I..."
"Who's stronger?"

"Get lost, Mom won't answer you."

I sucked hard on Mom's nipple and started to suckle harder.

"Mmm, mmm, gently, don't, don't bite, slow down..." Mom moaned softly with her eyes closed and a look of enjoyment on her face,
her waist swaying involuntarily.

"Say it! Who's stronger!" I mumbled out.

"You bad boy, you're stronger! Are you satisfied!?"

Hearing this, I was overjoyed and adjusted my position to enter Mom's body.

Mom sensed my intention and quickly opened her eyes, calling out to me, "Wait! Your dad's things are in there,

it's dirty!" "What should I do?"

"I just brought in a condom, look for it on the bed."

I frantically rummaged around, "No! Mom, are you sure you took it?"

"Look carefully! Haste makes waste!"

But I was too eager to get my hands on Mom's handy, so I frantically searched again but still couldn't find it.
"Mom, I really can't find it, can you go back and get another one?"

"Your dad's sleeping right there! Waking him up won't do either of us any good. Sigh, forget it, I'm going back to sleep
, you can find the condom tomorrow morning." Mom said helplessly.

"No, no, no, Mom, I'm holding it in."

"Then... then Mom will use her breasts to help you ejaculate?"

I had no choice; it was better than nothing, so I gave in.

Mom knelt by the bed, letting my penis pass through the straps of her sexy bikini top, then clamping it between her two smooth,
snow- white breasts. She spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto them and started thrusting. The guest room had no air conditioning, and Mom and I were both
sweating profusely. Even though Mom was putting in a lot of effort to give me a blowjob, I just couldn't ejaculate; my penis was
painfully .

"Mom, I can't get it out like this."

"Oh dear, why is it so hard for you to get it out? Shall I suck it out for you with my mouth?"

"Mom, I still want to fuck your pussy."

"You pervert, what kind of fucking is that?" Mom was a little unhappy. "I already told you, your dad's thing
is inside, it's not hygienic."

"It's okay, Mom, besides, no one in our family has an STD."

"Go away, you're the one with an STD."

"Then I won't wear a condom when I go in."

"Oh, I can't resist you, fine, come on."

Mom reluctantly got into bed and lay down to wait for me to fuck her. Overjoyed, I quickly adjusted
my position to the doggy style, grabbed a pillow and put it under Mom's buttocks to lift her genitals. Mom cooperated by opening her legs.

The opening of my mother's purple, open-crotch thong revealed her pubic hair-covered, hidden area. I used my hand to
spread her labia, revealing the moist, dark red flesh inside, which pulsated and closed, emitting a strong
, pungent, and arousing scent. I felt my penis throbbing with excitement.
I wanted to indulge myself by licking my mother's vulva, but the thought that my father had just fucked her made me feel nauseous, so I had no
choice but to give up.

I lifted my mother's thigh and placed it on my waist, clamping it between my arms. I moved forward a little
,
and with my mother's hand guiding my penis, I pressed it against her vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, I pushed it all the way in. It was warm and slippery inside. I couldn't tell if it was my father's semen that he had left inside her or my mother's vaginal fluid. Anyway, it didn't feel dry at all. Although it felt a little awkward,
the lubrication was excellent. I tried not to think that it might be something my father had left behind. I slowly
thrust my penis in and out of my mother's vagina.

"Mom, to be honest, how's my performance in this area? Much better than Dad's, right?"

"Hmm...not bad, a little bit better."

I pulled my penis back a little and then thrust it in hard. Because the angle was perfect, the head of my penis touched Mom's
cervix, a soft lump. With a little more force, I went in a little further, feeling like a little mouth was quietly sucking
on my glans. The pleasure made my whole body tremble. Mom didn't expect to be penetrated so suddenly. She lost control and her whole body
trembled violently. Her thighs trembled violently, and she breathed heavily through her nose. Her face showed both pain and pleasure. She gripped my shoulders
tightly , her nails digging into my flesh.

"Don't move! No, no! Pull it out!" Mom shouted in terror.

I quickly pulled my penis out.

Mom was tense, panting heavily. After a while, she calmed down a bit and said angrily, "
You bad boy, you almost made me orgasm!"

I grinned lewdly, "Mom, so tell me, who's stronger, me or Dad?"

"You! You you you!" Mom poked my forehead hard with her finger, saying irritably.

"Then, between me and Director Zhao, who's stronger?" I blurted out, almost without thinking.

Mom blushed and remained silent, "Don't ask that."

"Tell me, or I'll do it again."

A strange feeling welled up inside me. Was it resentment? Or jealousy? I didn't know, but at that moment, I
felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. Suddenly, I recalled dinner earlier: three men at the table, and
a woman who had slept with all three men… Mom was still silently, her face flushed. My heart pounded with excitement.
I thrust my erect penis deep into Mom's already overflowing, wet vagina, pumping wildly.

"Ah! No… no…" Mom moaned uncontrollably, seemingly forgetting that Dad was
asleep in the next room. Although her voice wasn't loud, the echoing sound in the closed guest room brought me
back to my senses.

"Mom! Mom! Don't shout!" I quickly stopped thrusting and covered Mom's mouth. Mom immediately came to her senses,
and the two of us, feeling guilty, held our breath and listened to the sounds outside the door. Fortunately, it was quiet except for the breathing of my mother and me inside the room
.

"It's all your fault, why did you have to bring up that guy surnamed Zhao!" my mother said angrily.

"Mom, why do you get so excited when you hear that guy surnamed Zhao?" I asked, as if possessed.

"You're going to die! Mom just... just..." Mom's face flushed red with shame and hatred. She pinched my thigh hard. "
You and that Zhao guy are both bad people!"

"How am I not a good person?"

"You and that Zhao guy are both bastards who ruined other people's innocence!" Before she finished speaking, Mom chuckled and hugged me, putting
me on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rolled around on the bed. Mom's fragrant lips pressed against my mouth like a snake.
Our two wet tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva.

The familiar yet distinctive taste of my mother's saliva inexplicably excited me. I savored
her fragrant tongue as if sucking on nectar, gulping down her saliva. At the same time, my hands weren't idle; they were groping downwards, trying to...
My mother's sexy bikini was ripped open, and a pair of large, throbbing hands frantically grabbed and pinched her firm,
smooth breasts. My little brother below was restless, poking and prodding at her full mons pubis.

"Mom, I want it," I cried, my penis throbbing uncontrollably, so I had to give in to my craving.

My mother, being a sensible woman, cooperated by adjusting our position into a doggy-style position, and looked at me with seductive eyes, saying,
"Okay, come on."

I looked down and saw that my mother's vagina was already overflowing with fluid, and
thick , soaking and messing up the dark pubic hair around her mons pubis. I pressed my penis down, and with a little force, it slid in without any difficulty at the entrance of
her vagina . I began to thrust in and out like a storm.

My mother kept moaning softly, her arms swaying weakly like a puppet that had lost control.
Her pair of large, white breasts swayed wildly, and I couldn't help but reach out and grab her full, round,
and bouncy breasts, kneading them wantonly.

The sounds of our bodies colliding in the room were exceptionally clear. I looked down and saw that with
each thrust of my penis, the dark red flesh of my mother's vaginal walls was constantly turning in and out, and the vaginal fluids that came out smeared my penis
with a white, cloudy mess. The purplish-red clitoris above my mother's labia was hard, erect, and perky. I couldn't help but reach out and touch
it . My mother's reaction became even stronger, and her moans suddenly turned into gasps of "ah ah."

I mischievously said to my mom, "Mom, imagine yourself as Director Zhao, quick!"

Upon hearing the name Director Zhao, my mom immediately trembled violently, as if electrocuted, her breathing
becoming labored. In that instant, I felt waves of vaginal fluid gushing out from deep within her, violently
washing over my glans as I thrust forward. The overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed me, and I ejaculated several times
in quick succession.

Afterwards, my mom and I lay naked together, too exhausted to get up, only able to
gasp for breath. "Mom, you're really horny. You came as soon as I mentioned Director Zhao," I said, swallowing.

"Hmph, you men are all animals, all you know is to fight over women." Mom retorted irritably.

"I didn't."

"Just keep pretending. You two are cut from the same cloth. You got a shock when you delivered that old man, Director Zhao,
and that's why wanted to do 'that' with me. I can tell."

"What! Dad knows about your relationship with Director Zhao!?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! You should be able to guess a little. There are tons of people trying to bribe Director Zhao to get him to do things for them
. Our family doesn't have more money than theirs, so why should he help us and not others? Your
dad probably also realized that without my help as his wife, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"Dad tacitly approved?"

"What could he do?"

"How much does Dad know?"

"Not much. He probably thinks it's not like he's letting his wife become someone's mistress. He
figured she could get such a big benefit from sleeping with someone once, so he just turned a blind eye."

"Dad didn't scold you, did he?"

"He wouldn't dare!? Okay, stop talking nonsense. Get up and get ready. Mom's tired and needs to go back to sleep." Mom got up,
grabbed a tissue, wiped her genitals briefly, threw the tissue aside, got out of bed, put on her silk nightgown, and headed out. "Oh
, right, find that condom before tomorrow morning. Don't let your dad see it and get suspicious, remember?" Mom reminded me.

"Mom, I ejaculated inside. You're not pregnant, are you?" I suddenly remembered this and hurriedly asked.

"Does Mom need you to remind me of something so important? Don't worry, it's my safe period today."

"What if I really am pregnant?" "

Then just pass it on to your dad."

"Then Mom, give me a big, healthy son!" I laughed.

"Go to hell! Give birth to your big-headed idiot!"

Mom retorted irritably, slamming the door shut as she left the room and went back to the main house.

Heh heh, some things really shouldn't be said lightly. What if it comes true?

Sunday was May Day. I finished breakfast and was about to go back to my room for a nap when Dad suddenly suggested
the whole family go swimming, thinking there wouldn't be many people on the first morning the pool opened. Looking at
my dad patting his chest and confidently asserting his point, I almost fainted. Oh my god, it's May Day today, don't you know? The whole of China has
been holding back for half a year, waiting for this day to go out and let loose. You, an old man, still want to squeeze in with everyone? My mom was also extremely unwilling, but she had no choice .
Under my dad's combination of soft and hard tactics, and threats and inducements, my mom and I had no choice but to reluctantly give in. Oh well, let's go back to the room to get our swimming gear. My swim trunks and goggles were just lying in the corner of the room. Although they were a bit dirty and covered in dust, I was too lazy to wash them. They'd be clean after a swim, right? Hehe. I packed my things into a bag, wanting to hurry up and call my parents, but as soon as I reached the main bedroom door, I heard my dad's voice, "Lihua, this is way too revealing." Wait, what's going on? I stopped and quietly pressed my ear against the slightly ajar door to listen. "Well, there's nothing I can do, this is all I have," came my mother's disgruntled voice from inside. "You have a one-piece swimsuit too." "I can't fit into that anymore, I've gained weight around my waist after giving birth," my mother retorted. What's going on? I quietly pushed open the door and was delighted to see my mother wearing a black bikini . The top was designed to push up her breasts, creating a deep cleavage around her 36C full breasts. A large portion of her fair and delicate breasts was exposed. The narrow thong made her large buttocks look firm and perky. Although the slight bulge around her waist was a bit of an eyesore, her graceful figure and the mature, sexy aura she exuded immediately aroused me. Dad looked a little embarrassed when he saw me come in. Mom seized the opportunity to say to him, "Old Zhang, go ask the kid if it's revealing. You 're such an old-fashioned guy." I smiled awkwardly, though my manhood was already erect. I awkwardly adjusted my posture, not daring to say anything. Mom continued to tease Dad, "When I was dating your dad, I went swimming wearing even more revealing clothes than this, and he didn't say a word. Now, he's so picky." "That was then," Dad hesitated. "Hey, Old Zhang, if you think it's too revealing, then I won't go. It'll save you the trouble." "No way, no way," Dad waved his hands repeatedly, reluctantly giving in. When the three of us excitedly arrived at the swimming pool, we were all stunned. The already small community swimming pool was packed with people.

The place was packed with people, and the ticket seller had to stop a huge group of people trying to get in. Seeing this, we knew we were out of luck
and had to head home. Luckily, we'd come by motorcycle, so going back wasn't tiring. I rode on my dad's motorcycle, and
my mom drove her own women's motorcycle.

As we approached our neighborhood, we passed the market, and Dad suggested we buy some groceries. Just as he turned into the market, Mom said
she had to go home and drove off. As Dad and I were picking out vegetables, I suddenly remembered: Mom,
to save time, was wearing that three-piece swimsuit under her sportswear—the one that had made my blood boil earlier! A wicked thought popped into my head. I
lied to Dad, saying I needed to go home to have diarrhea, and tricked him into unlocking the motorcycle, then sped home.

Actually, my house isn't far from the market, and I got downstairs in no time. I parked my motorcycle, took out the key, and rushed upstairs
as fast as I could, trying to gain as much time as possible for another physical battle with my mom. I hoped she hadn't had time
to change out of her bikini yet, haha. As soon as I entered the house and closed the door, I rushed straight to my mom's room. And, coincidentally, she was
taking off her workout clothes in front of the dressing table mirror.

My mother was startled when she saw me and asked in surprise, "You bought groceries so quickly? Where's your dad?"

I didn't bother to answer and rushed forward to hug my mother and throw her onto the bed. Almost at the same time, I pressed down on her,
kissing while impatiently touching her smooth, tender body and the soft, elastic
breasts under the smooth swimsuit fabric.

My mother, panting, finally managed to push me away and hurriedly said, "No..." But

I wouldn't listen to her. I pulled my mother's little triangle swimsuit up to her knees, then lifted her thighs up and
spread them into a V shape. I suddenly lowered my head and pressed my mouth against my mother's dark purple vulva and began to lick it.

"Don't lick, don't lick!" Mom quickly pushed me away, shouting, "Mom just had diarrhea, it's dirty!"

"Mom, it's the anus that's dirty, it's okay, I won't lick it."

"No, no! You're not disgusted, but I am! This time it's really not okay, Mom isn't in
the mood right now..."

Even though Mom was unwilling, my penis wouldn't cooperate, and without caring about Mom, I took off my pants and
forcibly into Mom's vagina, but I didn't expect it to be so dry inside, and after only a couple of thrusts, my penis started to hurt. I
had to stop and anxiously asked my mother, "Mom, why aren't you wet?"

My mother snorted and said, "You think I'm wet just because you say so? We women aren't like you, you can just do whatever you want
. Okay, okay, get out of here, you're hurting me."

Helpless, I had to back out, but I was still unwilling to give up. Seeing that my mother had pulled up her swim trunks and was about to get off the bed, I
suddenly had a good idea. I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, don't worry, I have a way."

"What?"

"Don't ask, just do as I say."

I lay down on the bed, took off my pants, and gestured for my mother to sit on my penis.

My mom is a smart woman, and she immediately understood what I meant. She straddled my legs, lowered her hips to balance herself
, and began slowly rubbing her genitals against my penis through my swim trunks. I took a deep breath,
enjoying the slippery, cool sensation of the bikini fabric. Seeing that I was enjoying it, my mom
stroked my exposed glans, trying to stimulate me to ejaculate quickly.

"Why aren't you ejaculating yet? Hurry up!" After a while, my mom started to get impatient.

"Mom, you can't ejaculate like this, let's change positions."

At my suggestion, Mom got out of bed and stood up, legs together. I took the opportunity to step forward and insert my penis
between Mom's plump vulva and inner thighs from behind, mimicking the action of fucking. I started thrusting, while my hands were also busy,
reaching around to the front to tear open Mom's swimsuit bra and grabbing her proud, full breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Since Mom is 168cm tall, taller than me at 165cm, our positions were just
right for me to thrust my penis between Mom's plump buttocks. Mom gripped my arms tightly to maintain the position, and
the womanly fragrance emanating from her fair and delicate neck made me feel excited and lightheaded.

But I probably didn't control my strength well; Mom was jostled forward by my impact from behind, barely managing to regain her
balance. My penis slipped open several times, and just as I was about to put it back in, the
doorbell . Damn, what a mood killer! Dad must have come downstairs and couldn't find his key.

I had no choice but to go and open the door for him, and Mom quickly put her clothes back on. Ugh, another disappointment.
I didn't get a chance all day. Having held back all day, I finally managed to sneak into the bathroom after Mom and Dad went to sleep, grab Mom's clothes from
the washing machine finally take care of myself.

Like many people who have a "wise man's time" after masturbating, after my concentrated release of
sexual desire , I obediently returned to the normal track of life. After all, life isn't a porn
film; it's impossible to have so many steamy scenes or taboo incestuous mother-son relationships every day.

In the days following May Day, I was busy with school and my internship, running back and forth between home and school. Although there
were a few opportunities to be alone at home with my mother, neither of us initiated anything. It was as if nothing had happened
, or at least my mother and I tried our best to pretend that nothing had happened. Life
continued as before.

Lately, things haven't been going well at work; I might have to change bosses. Sigh, better not to talk about it. The third installment of the "My Mom and I"
series is finally out! Actually, the draft was almost ready in at least two weeks, but I kept wanting to revise it,
and I was also busy with work, so it was delayed until the day before National Day. I'm sorry to have kept my fans waiting (I finally kept my
promise to finish it in October, phew, so tiring).
The original plan was for the third installment to have more content than the current one, but I had to cut it due to time constraints. However, the following
content will be added to the fourth installment. The fourth installment may take some time to come out, at least until the beginning of November.
But I guarantee that I will not cut corners on either the quality or the amount of text.
Okay, that's all for now. Please leave your valuable suggestions in the comments. Please be gentle with your criticism; I'm not good with criticism, and if you hit me too hard,
I might stop writing altogether, haha. Thank you all for your continued support and understanding. Wishing all my fellow wolves
a happy , and may your lovemaking and womanizing be as you wish!

Chapter One
: It was an extremely ordinary evening. A family of three was having dinner together. I picked up my bowl and wolfed down my food, glancing sideways at my dad and asking, "Dad, do you want more rice? If not, I'll take it all."

Dad finished his bowl, put it down, stretched, and casually said, "No, you and Mom can finish the rest." He then turned on the TV and lazily lay down on the sofa to watch the news.

Mom finished eating, got up, and started clearing the dishes into the kitchen to wash them. Seeing this, I quickly swept the leftover rice from the bowls, discarding the rice left in the pot, and then went into the kitchen as well. I put the bowls in the sink for Mom to wash, secretly peeking at her body while holding my breath: her round, perky buttocks were tightly encased in her office trousers, which she hadn't changed out of since rushing to do housework after work, and I could vaguely see the corner of her panties.

My gaze shifted to Mom: the back of her white silk short-sleeved lace-trimmed blouse was soaked with sweat
, revealing the straps of her purple bra, and she exuded a uniquely alluring fragrance of a middle-aged mature woman. I swallowed
hard, my hands trembling slightly. I reached around my mother's back, slipped them under her armpits, and gently grasped her proud 36C
breasts, kneading them through her clothes.

My mother was startled, then lowered her voice and snapped, "Get out of here! Your father's in the living room! You want to die?!"

Our kitchen and living room are separated by a frosted glass sliding door. I leaned out and saw my father already
asleep on the sofa, his head propped up on one elbow, watching TV, completely oblivious to what was happening here.

I turned back and whispered, "It's nothing, Dad's watching TV." My hands continued to knead
Mom's breasts without stopping, while my lips began to lick her sweaty, white neck (my mom is 168cm tall,
and I'm only 165cm; the height difference meant I could just reach her neck).

But Mom immediately pulled away, whispering, "Now's not the time. I'll get
your dad out of the way after I finish washing the dishes."

I had no choice but to wash my hands and go back to my room to play on the computer.

Yes, dear readers, don't be surprised, there is indeed an unusual relationship between my mother and me. It
's been . I don't even know why it started; it was just a momentary impulse that led to this incestuous relationship between mother and son.
I regretted it deeply, but driven by intense lust, I lost my mind and repeatedly
made demands of my mother. After several instances of semi-coercion, she finally acquiesced to our clandestine relationship. But please don't misunderstand, my mother and I have only had sex two or three times in these six months , and most of the time, at least on the surface, our relationship is just a normal mother-son relationship. My mother often asks about my studies at school, and I'm quite afraid of her lectures. Anyway, it was almost six o'clock in the evening. I was absentmindedly browsing the internet in my room when I suddenly heard my mother's voice coming from the living room: "Old Zhang, why don't you hurry up and go up to the rooftop to water the plants? The sun has been so strong this afternoon that it's almost gone." I, who was feeling listless, suddenly snapped to attention. Of course, I knew what this meant. My dad loved to tend to his plants on the rooftop and wouldn't come down for at least half an hour. Once my mom got rid of my dad, things would be much easier . Upon hearing my dad climb the iron ladder to the balcony, I immediately rushed out of my room. My mom, who was already at the door, gave me a wink and whispered, "Go do it in Mom and Dad's room." Our house is a three-bedroom, one-living room, one-balcony, and rooftop apartment. The master bedroom and study are on the east side, separated from the outside by a balcony , so the lighting is relatively dim. My room and the bathroom are on the west side. The master bedroom also has a bathroom, which is a sit-down toilet. The iron ladder to the rooftop is on the balcony, and the only way to get to the balcony is through the living room. In other words, you have to go around to get back to the master bedroom from the rooftop. The safest place to do "that" is my parents' master bedroom. The master bedroom and balcony were separated by a mosquito net. In the evening, you couldn't see anything from outside the room if the lights weren't on, but you could see out onto the balcony from inside. Mom asked me to turn on the living room light to give the master bedroom a little light, and to leave the bedroom door slightly ajar. My mom was still wearing the same clothes when she sat on the edge of the bed and quickly started taking off her pants. She glanced warily at the balcony and whispered to me, "Hurry up and get it done. I'll take a shower and do the laundry when I'm done." I was overjoyed to hear this, and I clumsily unbuttoned her overcoat by laying her upper body flat on the bed. My mother slapped my hand and scolded, "Don't you know how to take off a woman's clothes? If you keep doing this, your father would have been downstairs . Go away, take off your own pants, I can do it myself." My mother quickly unbuttoned all the buttons, opened her clothes, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, pushing the purple lace bra up to her breasts. A pair of perky, snow-white 36C breasts, mixed with the unique salty and pungent smell of a woman, exuded a seductive fragrance that could arouse any man. Although it was already evening and the light was dim , my mother's white breasts were still dazzling, leaving me stunned. I had my pants halfway down, but my underwear was still on. My mom bent her right leg and kicked me with the instep, yelling, " You idiot ! Are you going to do it or not? If not, I'm going to take a shower!" I snapped out of it and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, Mom, you're so sexy!" My mom replied irritably, "I'm 46, my figure is all out of shape, what's sexy about me..." I quickly took off all my clothes, and guided my already rock-hard penis between my mom's snow-white, plump thighs. I tried to thrust in, but couldn't get in. My mom slapped my hand to stop me and then guided me into that woman's most mysterious peach blossom cave. My mom's vagina was still quite dry, which made the tip of my penis a little sore. I tried to start thrusting, but it still hurt terribly. My mother stopped me, grabbed my hands, and gestured for me to knead her large breasts. She said, "Silly boy, we need to do foreplay first. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you know anything about women?" I suddenly understood. My penis slowly withdrew, leaving only the opening, and I began to devour my mother's breasts I pinched her nipples a few times with my thumb and forefinger, then lowered my head to suckle her right nipple. My mother closed her eyes, seemed to make a soft "hmm" sound, and a fragrant scent wafted onto my face. Her lips parted , and she said, "Bite, bite once." I gently bit her right nipple and pulled it upwards, while my left hand, busy kneading her left breast like dough, squeezed it hard. "It hurts, knead it gently," my mother said, panting. "Mom, you're in the way," I said. Mom pushed me away, propped herself up on her elbows, took off her silk white shirt, pulled off her bra and threw it aside, then lay back down, spread her legs, and pried open her labia with her right hand. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, " It's ready down there, come in quickly." I immediately hugged Mom's legs tightly with both hands, and after a few thrusts, guided by Mom's right hand, I smoothly entered Mom's vagina . The feeling of being wet was different, sticky and slippery. The wrinkled flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped my penis, and a surge of pleasure rushed to my head. Having had a few experiences with my mom, I didn't thrust wildly. Instead, I began to move slowly back and forth , feeling an unparalleled pleasure at the head of my penis. I adjusted my position, took a breath, swallowed, and was just about to thrust into my mom's core when suddenly the iron ladder on the balcony creaked open—my dad had come down!

I reflexively pulled out my penis and scrambled off the bed, my mind blank. Just
as I was thinking, "Oh no, oh no," my mom remained calm. She grabbed my clothes and threw them at me, whispering,
"Don't move, your dad can't see us from outside!" Then she grabbed a shirt and buttoned it up.

After coming down the iron ladder, my dad didn't go into the living room. Instead, he turned on the tap outside the master bedroom window, filled a bucket with
water, and then turned to try and peek through the mosquito net. Of course, the lights were off inside,
and it was almost pitch black; you couldn't see anything from the outside.

Dad spoke up, "Lihua, what are you doing in there? The water tank on the rooftop is empty, come help me!"

Mom replied, "What am I doing? You're a grown man, carrying water like this, why do you need a woman to help you? I
need to change clothes and take a shower, I don't have time for you!"

Dad said "Oh" and turned back to get water. Seeing this, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart, and boldly
climbed back onto the bed. I placed my left hand on Mom's thigh and used my right hand to rub her right breast. Mom didn't
object ; instead, she boldly lay down and spread her legs, indicating that I should continue.

By this time, I had put my clothes back on, and Mom wasn't wearing pants, so you couldn't see much of her
skin. The sheer thrill of being able to cheat on my husband with my mom in front of my dad sent a surge of excitement through me
.
My penis instantly hardened again, throbbing with each thrust. I easily found my mom's wet entrance and slowly entered, feeling my penis tightly enveloped by her vaginal muscles. The veins at the base of my penis throbbed with pleasure and stimulation, making my whole body tremble
. My hands even went out of control.

My mom reached out and held my head, pulling my upper body down. Then she grabbed my left hand and made me grab her
breast, and I reciprocated by grabbing her right breast. My palms were sweaty as I kneaded my mother's breasts beneath her smooth
silk shirt. The thrill of secretly having sex with my mother in front of my father made me excited and hot all over, my clothes soaked through.

Just then, my father turned off the tap, picked up the bucket, and climbed up the iron ladder. The moment I heard him
step onto the rooftop, I completely relaxed. I boldly sat up, grabbed my mother's thighs,
and began thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina.

After letting me thrust for a while, my mother reached out and held my head, asking me to lower my upper body and kiss her lips. I wasn't used to the taste of my mother's saliva
, but I couldn't resist her, so I could only exchange saliva with a frown. It's strange, but when I
was little , my mom would chew the food herself into a soft ball before spitting it back into the bowl to feed me. Now
that I'm older, why does her saliva taste disgusting?

After eating some of her saliva for a while, I found the taste unbearable, so I pushed away my mom's hands that were holding my head, pressed her
arm down on the bed, and sped up my thrusting. My mom knew I'd ejaculate quickly like this, and hurriedly said, "Slow down,
slow down, grab your mom's breasts." I listened to my mom, lifted her shirt, and started kneading her soft, full breasts,
slowing down my thrusting.

After kneading for a while, I leaned down and licked the hair under my mom's left armpit. Strangely enough,
although I disliked the taste of my mother's saliva, I really liked the smell of the back of her arm. That place was sweaty and exuded
a strong, pungent womanly scent. I swallowed hard and inhaled the aroma, as if it could refresh my mind.

My mother seemed to be unable to resist the itchy sensation in the back of her arm as well, and she gently swayed her body beneath me. Mom's
nipples were hard and erect, her breathing became rapid, and her body was even hotter than mine. She seemed to be trying hard to hold back something, and she
said intermittently, "Bigger, harder, harder! Mom, Mom feels good!"

I increased the force of my thrusting, and after thrusting for a while, suddenly a gush of fluid shot out from Mom's lower body. Mom climaxed
, which stimulated me so much that I also ejaculated instantly. Mom's whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and
she collapsed like mud, her chest rising and falling, gasping for breath.

My penis, which had also suddenly lost control and ejaculated, was still twitching violently. The tendons under my penis seemed
to , and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed, our bodies pressed tightly together. Mom and I were both panting
heavily .

Half a minute later, Mom slapped my shoulder, "You damned bastard, you actually managed to get your mother into this mess! Oh dear, what a terrible thing to do
!" I suddenly understood—I had made Mom orgasm! This was the first time I had ever made Mom orgasm, and I was incredibly
excited .

Mom pushed me away as I was grinning foolishly, hastily putting on her clothes while urging me to get out of bed. She grabbed a roll of toilet paper from
the bedside table , wiped herself down there, then grabbed another roll and carefully wiped the bed clean. She told me to go back to my room and clean up,
and finally, clutching all the toilet paper, went to the bathroom to shower.

I had wanted to do "that" with Mom, but when I turned the bathroom doorknob, I found it was locked, so I reluctantly went back to
my room. Everything was normal after that night. I eavesdropped outside my parents' bedroom door while they were asleep, but heard nothing.
It seemed my dad wasn't suspicious at all, so I happily went back to sleep.

There's a saying that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, and that's certainly true. My dad is already in his fifties
, and his sexual needs are decreasing, as is his ability. I used to eavesdrop on my parents' room at night
, and I'd noticed a few nights they were having sex. Even when they were, it only lasted four or five minutes before they were quiet.
I was certain my mom hadn't had an orgasm in a long time, and this orgasm would ensure she
couldn't refuse me anymore.

But after that, we had sex two or three more times, and I still couldn't get her to orgasm. I reflected on
that experience and concluded that the biggest factor was the thrill of sneaking food in front of my dad. But
after refused to do it for me again when my dad was home.

About two months later, I came home from school on the weekend. After dinner, I went back to my room to play on the computer. My dad washed
the dishes, watched TV for a while, then went downstairs to the garden to play cards. My mom was in her room putting on makeup with the lights on, getting ready
to watch the union's party.

As soon as my dad left, I sneaked into my parents' room. Mom sat at her vanity, putting on her makeup. Tonight, she was wearing a thin
black embroidered skirt suit, her hair styled up, revealing a large expanse of her smooth, white shoulders. A transparent
bra strap draped over her shoulders. The skirt was very tight, ending only three or four inches above her elbows, exposing a large expanse of her
fair fleshy thighs. Eight-centimeter black stilettos made her already long and sexy legs
even more alluring.

Mom noticed me come in and knew what I wanted to do. She casually said, "Don't do it tonight. I'm done with my makeup and
need to get ready to leave. Don't ruin it." Then she stood up and turned around in front of the vanity, checking the overall
effect .

My mother, wearing high heels, was a good half a head taller than me. Her low-cut dress clung tightly to her sexy,
voluptuous body, her breasts
prominently displayed, revealing a deep, alluring cleavage. Although her waist was taut and slightly fleshy, her
full, pert buttocks and long, shapely legs exuded an unparalleled, mature woman's seductive charm. The room was filled with
the fragrance emanating from my mother, further arousing me.

I felt my penis hard and erect in my pants, the tip of my erect penis secreting
a sticky fluid. A burning desire surged through my body, making my cheeks flush and my whole body sweat
. Reason could not suppress my instinctive impulse. I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly, lowering my head to frantically nibble
at the exposed, tender white flesh of her two full, large breasts.

My mother was startled and scolded, "You're going to die! People across the street will see us with the lights on!" She grabbed my arm with one hand, trying
desperately to pull me away, and slammed the curtains shut with the other.

My eyes blazed with fury as I said, "Mom, I won't let you go until you give it to me!"

"You little slut! It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that I'll be late for the union party and the boss will scold me!"

I replied, "The party doesn't start until after 8:30, there's still more than half an hour, isn't there?"

Mom was still struggling, "It will take me more than half an hour to get there, and if you ruin my makeup, I'll have to spend another half an hour
redoing it!"

I still wouldn't agree, "Mom, I'll be gentle, I won't ruin your makeup, you can just sneak in a little later
."

Seeing that she couldn't escape being fucked, Mom had no choice but to reluctantly agree and urge me to hurry up.

I was overjoyed at the sight, put Mom down on the bed and took off my pants, ready to fuck her.

Mom quickly grabbed me, saying, "Use a condom, use a condom. Mom's fertile period today. Go get your dad's condoms from the bedside table
." Watching me get them, Mom started taking off her skirt, folding it neatly, and setting her hair down in a bun.

I quickly stripped off all my clothes, found Dad's condoms, tore open the packaging, put them on my throbbing penis
, and pounced on Mom on the bed. Mom was still reaching for her black lace bra when my
sudden attack caused her to lose control and fall onto the bed.

I kissed Mom's lips tightly, my tongue darting inside, swirling around her sweet tongue. After the previous times, I
was already used to the taste of Mom's saliva. With my hands, I helped my mother unhook her bra and pushed it
up onto . Then, my hands began to grab and knead, changing the shape of her large breasts.

My mother broke free from my passionate kiss and said breathlessly, "I haven't taken off my high heels yet!" Hearing this,

I became even more excited and said, "Mom, don't take them off. It's more exciting to do it with high heels on!"

My mother reluctantly spread her legs to let me in. Just as I was about to insert it, a good idea suddenly came to me.
Instead of going in, my penis retreated. I took off the condom and threw it to the side of the bed. I told Mom to take off her bra, then straddled her upper body
and, with my lower abdomen thrusting out, placed my penis between her two full, snow-white breasts. I said, "Mom, help me squeeze it."

Mom said, both amused and annoyed, "You little pervert, what are you up to? Fine, as long as you get it out quickly,
Mom will be free." She pushed and pressed her breasts from both sides to clamp my penis, but my
penis, lubricated by the condom, was slippery and difficult to clamp completely. I told Mom to move her palms in a little and interlock her fingertips to secure my
penis before slowly thrusting. Even though there is already some lubricant, the friction still feels a bit big.

"Mom, spit on me." My mother, who was sitting below me, raised her head with difficulty and
spit on my dick. I pressed my dick with my right hand to apply it evenly, and asked my mother to clasp her palm tightly and start thrusting. Although my cock came out
several times , the feeling of my cock being tightly wrapped by tofu-like soft breasts still made me so happy that
I gritted my teeth and tried my best to hold back my semen. After twitching a few times, I almost ejaculated. I quickly moved my dick, stood up,
panted, and let my dick relax for a while.

Seeing this, Mom chuckled and scolded, "You brat, look how close you got to it!"

I took a breath, turned around, and tried to get Mom to do 69, just like in those porn movies. But Mom
didn't give me any face. She propped herself up on her elbows and yelled, "It's filthy! Are you going to do it or not?!
Stop with this nonsense! If you don't do it, I'm getting dressed and leaving right now! What nonsense!"

There was no way around it; reality wasn't like in porn movies. Besides, she was a conservative, traditional woman of her generation.
It was a miracle she even helped her son with that kind of thing. I retreated, trembling with fear,
and finally managed to coax Mom into continuing. After reverting to the traditional doggy style position, I was still a little unwilling
. After putting on a condom, I took advantage of my mother's inattention and leaned close to her vulva to sniff. A strong
smell of female urine hit my nose, almost making me vomit. I thought to myself, how
could the male actors in porn movies endure licking women's genitals all day? Reluctantly, I adjusted my penis, pressed it against my mother's labia, and with a little force, I entered and
began to thrust.

But I was still not willing to finish like that. On a whim, I lifted my mother's legs into a
wide V-shape. Seeing that my mother was still wearing 8cm black high heels, my lust was aroused, and
I licked my mother's glistening white calves like a hungry wolf. I've always been somewhat insecure about my height. My tall and
beautiful mother always complains about how she gave birth to such a short and stocky person like me, which has also affected my sexual orientation.
So, I'm extremely excited right now, having sex with my tall and sexy mother.

I was licking and sucking with gusto, so I simply pulled out my penis, grabbed my mother's heels and lifted her thighs,
and licked down her right calf to her thigh, all the way to her buttocks. After taking a few bites of my mother's plump buttocks, seeing that she didn't
object much, I ignored the strong smell of female urine and rammed my head between my mother's legs, frantically licking back and forth her
wet pubic hair and messy vulva with my tongue, biting and pulling her purplish-red labia majora outwards, and then sticking the tip of my tongue
into her contracting and sucking vagina and stirring it. The smell of urine, the fruity smell of the condom, and the smell of my mother's vaginal fluid mixed
together, making me even more excited.

"Mom's dirty, don't lick it!" Mom tried to push me away, but I resolutely refused, continuing to wolf down
the sticky fluid flowing from her dark red vulva. After a while, Mom began to moan softly, her legs already
limp and spread wide on the bed.

I licked for a while longer, but unable to bear the throbbing pain in my penis any longer, I quickly adjusted my position and
thrust deeply into Mom's vulva, beginning to pump vigorously again. At the same time, my hands weren't idle either, grabbing Mom's two pear-shaped...
She kneaded and pinched my mother's large, snow-white breasts with all her might. "It hurts, don't be so rough, suck on my breasts." Hearing
my mother 's words, I obediently bent down and sucked and bit my mother's breasts like an infant.

After sucking for a while, my tongue focused on my mother's right breast, and I began
to lick and eat the tender areola in a clockwise circle around the hard, brownish-red nipple, feeling the bumps of all sizes on the areola.
The fresh orange scent of the condom left from the breast play, the rich smell of my mother's saliva
, and the alluring fragrance of a mature woman emanating from my mother's body, this special motherly scent
gave me a great sense of stimulation.

My mother's long hair was spread out on the bed, her face flushed, and she gasped, saying intermittently, "Mom feels so good,
child, suck on Mom's mouth..." I adjusted my position slightly and kissed my mother's fragrant lips, our tongues
swirling together inside, exchanging saliva. I quickened my movements, my penis thrusting forcefully into
my mother's vagina, clearly feeling the increasing amount of sticky fluid inside her vagina filling the space
between my penis and the vaginal walls.

The room was filled with the sounds of my scrotum slapping against my mother's buttocks, my mother's
moans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the heavy breathing from my nostrils. My mind was blank except for the pleasure of sex
. Gradually, I felt myself losing control and hurriedly licked the back of my mother's arm. Suddenly, my ejaculation was unleashed
, and my glans gushed semen into her vagina. Although there was a condom between us, my mother could clearly
feel my hot semen and couldn't hold back either. Warm liquid gushed out from deep within her like a flood.

After the orgasm, my mother and I were both panting heavily, covered in sweat, and too exhausted to move. But I
struggled to my feet and grabbed a few rolls of tissues from the bedside table to wipe the large beads of sweat off my mother's body. Then I wiped
her vulva, which was opening and closing and leaking vaginal fluid. I took a breath and said, "Mom, hurry up and touch up your makeup, we'll be late for the party."

My mother calmed down, glared at me, and scolded, "You bad boy, you're quite good at dealing with women, aren't you? You've
made your mother go again. Oh, it felt so good, I almost lost my mind. Go, go, go get my clothes. Clean up the rest yourself, don't
let your father find out anything."

I happily hummed, "Use the nunchucks, hum hum ha hee..." and did as my mother instructed. Mom
took a roll of tissue and wiped the remaining semen and my saliva from her thighs. Even after drying, there was still
a smell, so she went to the closet and took out a pair of flesh-colored stockings with a waistband to put on.

As she put them on, Mom frowned and said, "You naughty boy, why did you have to lick my legs like that?
You're like a pervert. You can't be a pervert at school, can you? Did you hear me?!" After saying that
, she picked up the bra from the dressing table and put it on. She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted the cups, covering her two full
, pear-shaped breasts that swayed slightly. The brownish-red nipples were only half covered by the half-cup bra, revealing the areolas that stood proudly outward
. Then she clasped her hands behind her back to fasten the hooks.

In this situation, coupled with my mother's long, full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, and
her private parts protected by a double layer of soft white lace-trimmed panties and flesh-colored stockings, my penis became erect again. I grinned
and hugged my mother, my right hand stroking the smooth texture of her stockings against her full buttocks, my penis restlessly
poking and prodding against her legs, a shameless grin on my face. I said to my mom, "Mom, so you mean I can be a pervert
at home ?"

Mom pushed me away angrily, "You rascal, you're so hard again! No, no, I'm really going to be late.
You can do it when I get back. Help me fasten the back button!" Helpless, I had to suppress my desire and fasten the button for Mom. The button
was fastened very tightly, squeezing out the slight underarm fat of Mom.

After fastening the bra, Mom looked at the time and was shocked, "Oh dear, it's almost 7:50! Move aside!
" She hurriedly put on her skirt, fastened it, and adjusted it. As she walked out, she tied her hair up, told me to get ready, and hurriedly left
.

After Mom left, I cleaned up what needed cleaning, tidied up, flushed the tissues and condoms down
the toilet and went back to my room to play on the computer. That night, Mom came home very late, exhausted. I had
wanted her to wait until Dad was sound asleep before we did it, but seeing that it was impossible, I had to give up.

The following Saturday, I rushed home, suppressing my desire all week. Unfortunately, Dad
stayed had no chance to make a move. Mom could tell what I was thinking just by looking at me listlessly. While Dad was in the bathroom, she quietly
pulled me aside and whispered, "Mom will sneak out tonight after your dad is sound asleep so you can do it!"

So I waited anxiously until after 11 p.m. when Mom and Dad went back to their room to sleep, and then I stood outside the door listening for
any sounds from inside, waiting for Mom to come out. My parents were talking in hushed tones on the bed for a long time, and I could
hear my mother muttering angry curses at my father several times.

Finally, things quieted down, and my mother, still in her pajamas, opened the door. Seeing me outside, she pulled me aside, closed
the door , went into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door again, and whispered to me, "It's not going tonight. Your dad
got some Viagra stuff from somewhere and wants to use it on me. That old bastard is such a waste of money! You'll have to take care of yourself tonight. Oh, and here's
this for you," she said, pulling off her underwear and handing it to me.

Upon hearing it was Viagra, I was extremely unwilling but had no choice. I could only make one last request to my mother, "Mom, give
me your bra again."

"No, it's in the room. I'm going back to my room."

"Mom, I've been holding it in for a week. Please help me get it out. I'll be quick." My mother sighed
and had no choice but to agree, saying, "Mom will help you get it out quickly. If it takes too long, Dad will come." Then she took off my pants and helped me
roll them up. I grabbed my mother's panties with my left hand and desperately sniffed the yellow stain. My right hand reached
under and grabbed one of her big breasts, kneading it hard.

My mother was rubbing very hard, which made my penis hurt a little. I ejaculated after a while. Mom washed and dried her hands,
then told me to go back to my room and went into her own room without taking back her underwear. Afterwards, I hid outside my parents' room, listening to the
creaking the bed and smelling Mom's underwear, and masturbated again.

The next day, Dad stayed home all day, even less of a chance than the day before. After dinner, I lied and said
I didn't have class on Monday and wanted to go back to school the next day. Dad glanced at me and sighed, "University is so easy now, so
easy to get into. Back in my day, I tried my hardest and still couldn't get in. You little rascal, cherish your opportunity!"

Mom wasn't so easily fooled; she looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything. While Dad was away, I pulled...
I asked, "Mom knows what you're thinking, but you should be focusing on your studies right now.
Skipping class tonight just to have a chance with Mom isn't right. Honestly, do you really not have class tomorrow?"

I quickly said, "Mom, really not! I'm lying, I don't have a penis!"

Upon hearing the word "penis," Mom immediately covered my mouth and whispered, "What are you doing! What if your dad hears this!"

I shook off Mom's hand, chuckled softly, and said, "Mom, don't be so sensitive. The more you act like this, the more suspicious Dad will become
." Mom had no choice but to go do the housework. Having finally managed

to lie to my parents, I anxiously waited until evening. However, to my and Mom's
great surprise , Dad actually wanted to stay up all night watching the English Premier League! Hearing Dad say that, half my anger dissipated. I grumbled to myself
, "What's wrong with him? He should have said so earlier! He made me waste a whole day and I even skipped Monday morning class."

Mom, seeing my reaction, naturally understood what I was thinking and teased me, both amused and annoyed, "What, you
want to watch it with Dad too? If not, go to sleep early! Mom will make you a nice breakfast tomorrow morning and take you back to school!"

That darn Dad, ruining my plans again!

The next morning, just as I was about to leave after breakfast, Dad said, "Lihua, I'm having
lunch with my colleagues and won't be coming back. You'll have to buy a little food and make do."

My chance had come! I suppressed my excitement and tried to appear nonchalant, saying, "Mom, I'll
eat with you. My class is at 2:30 this afternoon, so I can still make it after I finish eating."

Mom immediately understood what I meant and calmly replied, "Okay, but hurry back after you finish eating
, okay?" I nodded gratefully.

After seeing my parents off to work, I went back to my room and absentmindedly played on the computer to kill time. Before

1 p.m., Mom rushed home, bringing ready-made meals. I understood
immediately . Mom! I'm so grateful to you! Mom and I quickly finished our meal,
then silently went into the master bedroom, locked the door, and drew the curtains.

Mom sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her hair clip, tossed her long hair, and began to unbutton her thin black and white striped silk office shirt.
Her proud, high breasts seemed about to burst through the shirt. As Mom unbuttoned the third button, her full breasts,
wearing a red lace bra, swayed and were freed. Her high, firm breasts were separated from me only by a
thin lace bra. Her two big breasts swayed under her bra cups, exuding an incomparably sexy and charming womanly
charm .

Seeing me approaching with ill intent, Mom snapped, "Look at you, you lecherous jerk! Let Mom take off her clothes
first! You have to go to work this afternoon, don't get yourself dirty!" Instead of unbuttoning her bra, Mom folded her shirt and set it aside before
starting to take off her pants. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she yelled, "What are you looking at! Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

Mom's yelling snapped me out of my daze, and I hurriedly started undressing. I was only wearing casual clothes, so I was naked in no time
. Mom was wearing office trousers, and I was only halfway down when I was completely undressed. I opened the closet and found a pair of flesh-colored
stockings with a waistband, giving them back to Mom so she wouldn't have to take off her panties and could put on the stockings first.

Mom paused for a moment, "Didn't I just take it off?! Why are you making me put this on again?!"

"Mom, put it on, it'll be much more romantic."

"You little devil, you always have so many weird ideas! Fine, hurry up and get ready to go back to school, I have to
go to work at three o'clock!"

After Mom rustled as she put on her stockings, I pounced on her on the bed, my hands grabbing and scratching at her large breasts through her red
lace bra, while I kept kissing her lips, which were painted with a light transparent lipstick
, and her flushed cheeks. I kissed her for a while before letting go, then lifted my upper body, spread my legs, and knelt on the bed. I took a breath and said
to my mother, "Mom, turn over and lie face down on the bed. Yes, yes, stick your butt up, stick it up higher." Then, along with
her red embroidered lace panties, I pulled down her thin flesh-colored stockings, down to about three inches
below and thighs.

My mother immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Use a condom, use a condom. It's not safe for Mom today. Go to the bedside table and get your dad's
condom ." I quickly ran to find a condom, tore it open with a couple of tries, put it on my penis, and went back to
bed.

Mom knelt on the bed, her plump, sexy buttocks surrounded by thick, dark pubic
hair, exuding a strong, alluring scent of urine. I hesitantly aimed my
penis at her vulva, nuzzled a few times to find her labia, and then thrust it in with a little force. Mom
was already wet, and with the lubricant from the condom, although it was a little tight, I was able to pump smoothly.

"Go easy, Mom's not fully open yet."

"Mom, didn't you just do it with Dad the other night? Don't you know his dick yet?"

"Get lost! Your words are so dirty! If you say it again, I won't do it for you!"

"Yes, yes, I won't say it anymore, Mom, is it comfortable?"

"Get away, you're just saying such embarrassing things!"

I excitedly slapped Mom's fat buttocks.

"Ouch! What are you doing! Mom is letting you fuck her properly, why are you slapping Mom's ass!"

I laughed when I heard the word "fuck," "Mom, is it comfortable for your son to fuck you?"

"You bad boy! It's comfortable! Is that enough!?" Mom turned around and looked at me, saying, "You little rascal! Where did you learn
that ? You went in so deep inside Mom."

"What? Where did you learn that?" I didn't react for a moment.

Mom said irritably, "You pervert! Where did you learn to fuck like a dog on the street?"

"Oh, I didn't learn it, Mom, I'm self-taught!" I quickly made up an excuse, not wanting Mom to
find .

"You're full of bad ideas! How could your father have given birth to such a scoundrel like you?"

"Mom, is it more comfortable for Dad to fuck you than for me to fuck you?"

"Get lost! Are you rebelling? You have no manners! You can't talk like that in front of Dad, do you hear me?!"

"I hear you, I hear you, I didn't mean it that way, Mom, I just wanted to ask."

At this moment, I thrust deeply into Mom's clitoris. Mom made a sound in her throat before saying, "No! You
made Mom feel good! Okay?!"

Hearing Mom say this, I was so excited that I said, "Mom, this is called the doggy style, it feels really good." Then I
pulled out my penis with a pop, slapped Mom's butt, and said, "Mom, lie on your back on the bed and give me a breastjob."

"What kind of breastjob?"

"The one where Mom used her breasts to squeeze my penis last time."

"Damn it! This is all a jumbled mess of junk. Okay, come on."

Mom pulled her panties and stockings back up to her waist, turned over and lay on the bed, reaching back to unhook her bra.
"No, no, no, just like this, don't unhook it." I took off the condom and put it aside, pressed my penis down,
pulled open the cleavage area of Mom's bra, and inserted my penis inside.

"You've dirtied Mom's bra, go away, Mom has to go to work this afternoon."

"Who's looking at you inside? It's fine like this, just hold it tighter for me."

Mom didn't object anymore, and used both hands to push her breasts inward from both sides. Seeing that it wasn't working, she moved her hands in a little further
, her fingertips pressing against the cleavage area of the bra, securing my penis through the thin fabric. I thought it was about right
, so I leaned forward on the bed in a push-up position, and to save energy, I bent my legs and spread them on either side of Mom, maintaining my center of gravity,
and began thrusting. My mother's soft, smooth breasts, the fabric of her bra, and my fingertips through the fabric rubbed against my
penis . Although it wasn't very well covered, it still brought me immense pleasure.

"Did you not piss properly this morning? The smell is so strong, Mom can't stand it."

"Mom, you'll get used to it. Didn't I lick your pussy last time?"

"Go to hell! You're not allowed to say that word outside, you hear me?"

"Mom, I'm only saying it to you at home."

"Get out! You pervert! That's where Mom pisses, it's dirty, it's not good to lick it."

"Mom, you let me lick it last time, didn't you enjoy it?"

"Get out! I can't argue with you."

At this moment, I accidentally used too much force, and I couldn't control my ejaculation. A stream
of hot , hitting Mom's fair neck and chin, a thick puddle. I was dumbfounded. What
the hell? I wasn't done playing yet.

Mom chuckled, "Look at you, silly! What's wrong? Can't do it anymore? Forget it, hurry up and get ready to go back to
school."

I was full of resentment, "Mom, no, it's not enough yet."

"Mom knew you naughty boy wouldn't give up so easily. Oh dear, Mom must have owed you a debt in her past life
. Okay, Mom will help you get hard again, get down."

Mom told me to get a tissue to wipe the semen off my body. "Oh dear, didn't I tell you? Mom's bra is stained too,
you're just making Mom upset, you little rascal!" I quickly apologized and took the tissue to wipe it off. Mom took off her bra and threw it off
the bed , straightened her long hair and tossed it behind her back, told me to lie down on the bed, and then used her hand to stroke my penis.

I got hard in no time. I looked up and said, "Mom, give me a blowjob."

"It stinks! No way!"

"Mom, the condom smelled like oranges, it wasn't that smelly." Mom still refused. I suggested again, "Mom,
how about I lick your pussy first?"

"This child is so dirty-minded, I can't do anything with you. Fine, Mom doesn't need you to lick my pussy, Mom will give you a blowjob, kiss
Mom's mouth first."

I was overjoyed and quickly got up to hug Mom. Mom held my head and stuck her warm, fragrant tongue into my
mouth. Mom seemed to really enjoy kissing, her tongue actively moving around in my mouth. Mom poured
a lot of saliva into me, making me choke a few times and almost unable to breathe. Mom patted my bottom, gesturing for me to sit on her lap
, and reached down to gently stroke my foreskin.

We were both incredibly hot, large beads of sweat rolling down the bed. I started sucking on Mom's tongue forcefully
, pulling and tugging, then holding her entire tongue in my mouth before suddenly releasing it. Taking advantage of her loss of control, I thrust my tongue
into her mouth again, stirring it around. When Mom and I first started kissing, I wasn't used to the taste of her saliva;
it nauseous. But after a few times, I've tried to get used to it, and now the smell of Mom's saliva excites me greatly.

Seeing that it was about time, I pulled away from my mother's mouth, stood up on the spring mattress, and
let her suck my hot, throbbing penis. My mother resisted, frowning for a while before finally taking my glans into her mouth.

"Mom, take it in deeper, yes, yes, and your tongue too, lick that spot with your tongue."

My mother's warm tongue moved awkwardly around my glans, the pleasure from which I enjoyed it immensely, and I excitedly
began to thrust. My mother seemed to be having trouble taking it; she mumbled something incoherently, then
choked , spitting my penis out and kneeling on the bed, dry heaving.

"Mom, are you alright?" I quickly knelt on the bed, patting her back. "Mom, are you feeling better?"

Mom looked up, panting heavily, tears welling in her eyes. "You...you hurt me with that thing,
you poked my throat!"

I comforted her apologetically, repeatedly apologizing.

"Alright, alright, let's keep going, we're in a hurry!" Mom glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and urged me to hurry up.

At this moment, Mom was still wearing panties and stockings. I thought I'd take this opportunity to play with her, so I had Mom lie flat on
the bed , curl her legs up and spread them apart, then got off the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed, intending to lick Mom's genitals. Finding my position awkward
and a bit difficult, I asked Mom to move a little further out until her calves were dangling over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor.
I licked Mom's bulging vulva through her stockings and panties; it was so alluring, yet incredibly exciting. Soon
, her stockings were soaked with my saliva, and her bright red panties were stained a darker
red. A few pubic hairs peeked out from the edges of her panties, and the pungent smell of a mature woman's urine was even stronger.

Mom seemed to enjoy my licking; her whole body trembled, and her thighs swayed restlessly. Unexpectedly,
Mom's left leg got caught on the edge of the bed, and with a ripping sound, her flesh-colored stockings were torn open.

"Ouch! Such a big tear! Mom just bought them a few days ago!" Mom exclaimed in surprise, quickly sitting up to check the
tear . The ripped tear greatly aroused me, and in a fit of lust, I pushed Mom back onto the bed and roughly
tore several large rips in her thigh.

"What are you doing! Don't ruin Mom's stockings! Get away!"

"I'm not doing anything, Mom, they're ruined anyway," I said, sticking a few
fingers and pulling aside the bottom of Mom's panties. I then thrust my penis into her wet, throbbing vagina.

"Put on a condom! Put on a condom!" Mom hurriedly kicked me away, shouting in terror.

Damn! I forgot to bring a condom! I quickly searched the bed, picked up the condom I had just used, put it on, and rushed
back to continue fucking Mom's cunt.

I wrapped my arms around Mom's curled-up thighs, maintaining the doggy-style position,
and entered her through thrusting in and out of her cunt with each stroke. I didn't dare to go too fast, just kept
the rhythm of Mom's low moans as I fucked her.

"Mom, I hope I'm not pregnant!"

"No, it's not that easy! I'm just worried you might lose control and get your 'bad stuff' inside!"

"Mom, actually, I'm only relieved because you licked my penis clean just now, right?"

"Get away! That 'cocky cock' thing sounds awful."

"Mom, what's that place you were licking me called?"

"You pervert! I can't argue with you. That nasty thing of yours is called a cock, are you satisfied now?"

"Mom, do you like being fucked by your son's big cock?"

"Go to hell! I've already let you have your way, and you're pushing your luck.

If you say another word, I won't let you do it anymore." "No, no, no, I won't say it anymore," I quickly surrendered. But Mom clearly derived immense pleasure from our conversation
, her face flushed with excitement, her chest heaving more and more violently, her pair of high, full breasts swaying slightly up and down like
fruit pudding. Mom noticed me watching her, and turned her head away in shame, biting her lower lip
as she desperately tried to hold back something.

"Slow down, slow down, Mom can't take it," she said through gritted teeth.

"Mom, I'm not going to slow down anymore, are you going to stop?"

"No! Then be gentle."

"Mom, I'm not going to be gentle anymore, are you going to come?"

"Um, no, no, um, you're making Mom want to do it, slow down!"

I had no choice but to stop and let Mom relax for a while.

Seeing that Mom's breathing had eased a little, I grabbed Mom's ankles, lifted her legs, and turned the soles of her feet towards my face.
I sniffed Mom's feet a few times through the thin flesh-colored stockings, and then started licking them. Mom is now used to
my various strange ideas (at least in her eyes, I actually learned these tricks from porn
), and she doesn't object much.

Mom worked all morning, and her feet still gave off a strong, sour smell through her stockings, but it wasn't as
overpowering as her urine smell. Although it was my first time smelling it, I could tolerate it. Mom felt a ticklish sensation as I licked her, and she
shifted uncomfortably.

Seeing that Mom's excitement had subsided, I put her legs down, resumed the doggy style position, and started fucking her again
. But to my surprise, Mom's excitement suddenly surged again, and it was much more intense than before.
Mom groaned loudly, gasping for breath, a sound that seemed to be both pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets desperately.

"Mom... Mom can't take it anymore, Mom, I need it deeper, deeper, from behind!"

I understood what Mom meant, and quickly adjusted to a rear-entry position, then gripped Mom's plump buttocks tightly
and thrust into her hard. After only a few thrusts, I suddenly felt a surge of heat shoot
out , hitting my glans. At the same time, Mom's whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her penis spasming as she collapsed forward
onto the bed, panting heavily.

After climaxing, Mom lay face down on the bed, panting heavily. Her entire back was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her
large breasts were pressed against the floor, the exposed parts trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her chest.

"Mom... Mom can't take it anymore, hurry up, we're in a rush."

Seeing that Mom was too weak to change positions, I had no choice but to press down on Mom's buttocks and pull them apart, exposing her mons pubis
. I aligned my penis and entered Mom's vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid, without much effort. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it
was past two o'clock. I could skip another class without any problem, but it would be troublesome if Mom was late for work. I had no choice but
to finish quickly .

I lowered my upper body and pressed it against my mother's back, kneading the parts of her breasts that were squeezed out on both sides with both hands, licking
the tender flesh below her neck, my lower abdomen being pressed against my mother's buttocks, and my penis thrusting hard into the depths of my mother's vagina.
I was thrusting with extraordinary force, and after a dozen or so thrusts I ejaculated, pulling out my penis with a pop and lying weakly next to my mother.

My mother turned to face me, took my right hand, and placed it on her breast, staring at me as she said, "Son, tell me honestly
, you skipped class this morning to do 'that' with your mother, right?" I couldn't hide anything from my own mother, so I had to admit
, "Mom, it's pointless to go to that class anyway, as long as I pass the exam."

My mother shoved my hand away from her breast, angrily saying, "Get out!
You don't know your place! Do you know how much effort and suffering your parents have put into sending you to university?!" Hearing her words, I felt
utterly ashamed.

Here I need to explain: I failed my college entrance exam. Back then, I was young and impetuous, resolutely refusing my parents'
request for me to repeat a year, believing that life is precious and youth is fleeting, and stubbornly insisting on attending this 3B university. My parents
worked at a long-established state-owned factory in my city. My dad was in management in the technical department, which
was an awkward position, though he was in charge of people. My mom worked as a clerk in the labor union. Our family's standard of living was comfortable,
but not wealthy. Moreover, my dad had many poor relatives who often helped us out.
It was quite a strain on our family to support me in studying international trade, a seemingly fashionable major at that third-tier university.

I was speechless. My mother sighed and continued, "You're still young, you should focus on your studies. Your parents
hope you can get into a four-year university. We're worried that your education level will be lower than others, and you'll suffer when you graduate, understand?"

"Mom, I know I'm wrong, but you don't know, the major I'm studying is actually very abstract.
Many students can't find jobs after graduation, and those who do rely on connections. The school isn't responsible to us, they only care
about collecting money. Mom, I really don't want to study anymore."

My mother turned around, lay back, and sighed deeply, saying, "Then what do you think you can do now
?" I was speechless. I had been drifting aimlessly for two years, and I had been rejected several times in internship interviews
. Now I was also lost.

"Your parents have considered your situation and think they should try to pull some strings to get you a job at the factory.
However," Mom paused, sighed, "there's been a rumor lately that our factory is going to be restructured, and
a lot of laid off. I'm not afraid of losing my job, but your dad's job is a dead-end job. If your dad loses his job too,
the factory will take back the house we were allocated."

I was living a carefree life at school, completely unaware of my family's worries, and I felt even more ashamed.

Mom continued, "A new leader came to the union. I heard he used to be a leader in the provincial capital, but he made a mistake and was transferred to
our factory to lay low. He has a lot of connections, and he knows people at higher levels in the factory. A lot of people
are trying to curry favor with him." Mom paused, hesitated for a moment, "Actually, Mom and Dad also pooled some money to ask him to help us out, and it seems he's willing to help
." She stopped there, biting her lower lip as if hesitating about something

. Grabbing my mother's hands, I asked urgently, "Mom, tell me, there's no one else here."

My mother sighed deeply, turned to look at me sadly, and said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "After I gave them the money
, they said they were willing to help, but they wouldn't accept the money." She sighed again and continued, "Now that we
've already had this kind of relationship, I'll tell you the truth: that guy was after my body. Although..."
"I didn't agree, but I didn't dare refuse either. They set conditions: Mom had to sleep with him before they'd help."

This shocking revelation struck me like a bolt from the blue. Before I could react, Mom continued, "I can't
refuse them, you understand? Your dad doesn't know yet, and even if he did, there's nothing he can do. For the sake of
the house and his job, he can only pretend not to know and watch his wife let someone else sleep with him."

I, who had always been carefree, now realized the cruelty of life. Even though I was unwilling, reality
left me powerless to resist.

Seeing my silence, Mom comforted me, saying, "Silly boy, don't overthink it. Mom hasn't lost her virginity yet. Don't worry,
Dad and I will look for other ways."

I knew Mom was just telling a white lie, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Mom, you don't need to worry about me. You did this
to protect our family. I won't look down on you. You'll always be great in my heart.

" Seeing that I understood and supported her, she smiled with relief and patted me on the shoulder. "Alright, it's getting late. Mom
's in a hurry to get to work. You should pack up and go back to school too. Don't keep skipping classes; it's not good."

After the big battle between Mom and me, the sheets were covered in fluids, Mom's curly pubic hair and strands of hair, and
there was a strong smell of vaginal fluid, Mom's saliva, and the fruity smell of condoms. It was almost 2:30
. Mom realized she was running out of time and didn't even have time to pick out clean clothes. She took off her ripped stockings, adjusted the crotch of her bright red lace panties (which
were still soaked with vaginal fluid and condom lubricant), and started
to put on her old office trousers, saying, "Quick, get Mom's document..." "Hey, hurry, Mom's going to be late!"

I quickly grabbed the red lace bra, now stained with my dried semen, from under the bed and handed it to Mom. She
took it sniffed it, and scolded, "You bad boy! You've made my bra so dirty!" She put it on anyway, and I
discreetly moved behind her to fasten the hooks.

Then Mom deftly grabbed her shirt, put it on, buttoned it up, grabbed a hair tie from the vanity, and walked towards the door while tying
her hair . She put on her shoes, grabbed her handbag from the shoe cabinet, and left. I packed the rest of my things,
changed my clothes, and rushed off to catch the bus back to school.

On the bus back, I took out my MP3 player, selected Jay Chou's "All the Way North," and played it on repeat. My
mind was still reeling from my mother's words, as if the pressure of the world was surging towards me like a tidal wave. I was filled with
frustration and shame, yet unable to release them. Facing reality, I felt so small and ridiculous. "I headed north, leaving
the season with you. You said you were so tired, that you couldn't love anyone anymore..."

*I'll decide whether to publish a sequel based on the response (actually, the general idea is basically finalized, and I've already written part of it),
but those who want to read it may have to wait a while.
After all, I still have to work during the week, and I've basically been writing this in my evenings. It's taken me about a month in total. I am not a professional writer, and my word choice and
phrasing may not pass the discerning eyes of you, readers with profound literary knowledge. However, I have indeed revised
it dozens of times. I dare not call it a masterpiece, but I have strived to bring you the best.
Furthermore, regarding this type of literature, I believe it should win with realistic and relatable plots, but I have absolutely no
intention of belittling other types of works; after all, everyone has their own taste. Actually, the impetus for this piece was
seeing "The Mother and Son's Breakthrough After the New Year" on the forum some time ago. The realistic and reasonable plot was thought-
provoking , and the characters were very well-developed. It is truly a rare gem, and
I salute the author who contributed such a masterpiece to the vast readership! Alright, I won't ramble on any longer. I hope you enjoy reading!
P.S.: Please share any good plot points in the comments so I can contribute even better works!

Chapter Two:

When I was little, I always dreamed of becoming a scientist when I grew up. Whenever adults asked me why I wanted to be a scientist, I would answer
without hesitation , "Being a scientist is the greatest profession in the world! I want to be a scientist to pick
the jewels from the tree of science!" But now I know that the greatest profession in the world isn't being a scientist, a pilot,
or even a millionaire like Bill Gates, but rather: being a mother.

The jewels on the tree of science are certainly worth picking, but if you can't pick them, someone else will eventually. But we only have one
mother .

After my mother told me that last time, I tossed and turned for several nights at school, unable to sleep. Although my mother was going to
have that kind of relationship with a man I'd never even met, I didn't feel any disgust or contempt for her. I knew
in my heart she was willing to let that scumbag factory manager use her body for the sake of our family.

On the other hand, this incident also deeply affected me. After returning to school, I completely changed my previous decadent ways,
attending classes on time every day and studying in the library, trying to catch up on what I had fallen behind in. I genuinely felt a
sense of not wanting to disappoint my parents' expectations. But at the same time, a sense of guilt welled up deep inside me.
If every time I went home, it was just to have sex with my mother and to have inappropriate thoughts about her body, wouldn't I be just like
that scumbag manager?

I shook my head, trying to shake off the thought, convincing myself that although what my mother and I did
was terribly wrong , the fact that my mother didn't object meant that my father was getting old and couldn't provide the necessary care for her in that area. Although
incest between mother and son was unacceptable to the world, as long as I could be filial and satisfy my mother, I would go through fire and water for her
. With this thought, I suddenly felt enlightened and decided to go back and study hard to repay my parents.

Actually, it's quite natural that my mom was targeted by other men. My mom is naturally beautiful, with
fair and smooth . Even without makeup, her face is above average. At 168cm, she has
a standard tall and slender figure among women in our area. She has a 36C bust and is very full. She also studied dance and knows how to dress. When she was young, she was
one of the most beautiful women in the factory. I really don't understand how my dad, a poor rural young man who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, managed to
get my mom.

Although my mom is 46 years old now, and the signs of aging are visible in the fine lines around her eyes and her waist is a little fleshy
, she exudes a unique charm of a mature woman—full-figured, mature, and captivating. To use
a crude phrase (though I'm reluctant to describe my mom that way), "You can tell at a glance that this woman is amazing
in bed !"

Therefore, I've known the standard of beauty since I was little, and I've never been interested in girls who aren't as pretty as my mom.
Unfortunately although I inherited most of my parents' good looks and am fairly handsome, I didn't inherit their height
. I stopped growing at 165cm, which puts me at a disadvantage when it comes to pursuing girls.

When I got to college, I saw everyone busy dating, so to follow the crowd and for the sake of face, I got a
girlfriend . She was okay-looking, with a barely acceptable B-cup, but she was very short, only 153cm (I couldn't help it, I
wasn't tall either, and the other girls didn't like someone like me; they were the ones choosing me
, not me). After dating for several months, we finally had our first time together. She wasn't a virgin (duh, these days there aren't that many virgins).

Although she herself had long lost her chastity, getting back into her bed was harder than climbing to heaven. We only slept together
twice, and no matter how much I begged, she wouldn't let me again. Instead, she became even more aggressive, asking me for money to buy
this and that (damn, women these days are quite cunning. When
they're in school, they sleep with you to be taken advantage of while shopping, but when they're out in the workforce, they sleep with you to get your house and property). I had to coax her every day.

Later, after having sex with my mom, I realized that compared to my mom's mature, voluptuous, and slender figure,
my girlfriend 's short and small-breasted figure was completely overshadowed, so I broke up with her decisively (I heard she found a new
boyfriend soon after, but I don't care anymore; everyone in college is just playing around anyway). Ultimately, the reason
is that I have always had a strong belief deep down that I would never
marry .

(I've digressed a bit, let's get back to the time when I went back to school last time.) The school organized a field trip for us, and more than two weeks later, I didn't go home

until the day before Qingming Festival .
I arrived home around 5 PM. As soon as I walked in, I saw Mom sitting on the sofa in the living room folding clothes. Dad
came out of the kitchen and shouted at me, "Son, hurry up and pack your things. You and your parents are going back to our hometown tonight!"
(My family goes back to our hometown every year for the Qingming Festival to sweep the tombs.)

"Dad, I just got back, can't I take a break?"

"You brat, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and pack!"

Mom, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Dad, "Old Zhang! What are you yelling at the child for?! Let him rest!"

Dad never dared to disobey Mom, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, go rest. Dad booked a car to leave at 9:30 tonight
. Let's have dinner early and leave, remember?"

Mom looked at me with concern and said, "Son, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I ate lunch at school, I'm not hungry, don't worry, Mom," I replied, changing into my slippers and
going back to my room to pack.

After suppressing my desire for two weeks at school, I was finally home and planned to have Mom help me, but I completely
forgot about the important matter of going back to my hometown to sweep the tombs. Even worse, I wouldn't have a chance to do "that" with Mom. I thought
dejectedly .

Just as I was about to stuff a few pairs of socks into the suitcase by the door, I saw Mom carrying a neatly folded suitcase into the master
bedroom . From the living room, I heard Dad's voice: "Lihua, I'm going to the market to buy groceries for tonight, I'm going out now!"
He slammed the security door shut and went down the stairs.

The opportunity had arrived! I suddenly jumped up, rushed out of the living room door, and saw Dad go down the stairs through the security door.
I quickly closed the wooden door behind me and then sneaked into my parents' room.

My mother's hair was untied, her long, black hair falling past her shoulders. She was sitting on
the edge of the bed ironing clothes, wearing an ordinary open-necked tight-fitting shirt. When she looked up and saw me walk into the room, she knew exactly what I wanted to do. She said, both amused and annoyed, "Look at
you, you lecherous one! Dad just left the house and came straight to Mom. Fine, let Mom finish ironing this first, then you can do it!"

I eagerly sat down next to my mother, my hands roaming restlessly over her body. Then I hugged her tightly from behind,
my hands slipping from under her armpits to the front, and through her cotton short-sleeved shirt, I began to knead her high, full breasts. Just as
I closed my eyes to enjoy the soft, tempting feel of her hand, a sharp "smack" rang out as Mom slapped my
hand . "Didn't I tell you not to move around?! You're still moving! Mom's ironing Dad's suit, what if you ruin it! Move aside, move
aside!"

Helpless, I had no choice but to suppress my desire and sit obediently watching Mom iron the clothes.

Mom continued ironing her clothes, saying, "Look at how impatient you are! It will take your dad at least
half an hour to get back from the market, and I'm not in a hurry, so why are you?! People need to learn to be patient..." Seeing Mom start
lecturing , my originally aroused penis helplessly went limp.

"Alright, all done ironing. See, Mom's pretty quick, isn't she? I told you to wait, but you were so impatient
." Mom put the iron down, turned to face me, and started taking off her clothes by lifting up her shirt. Her
large, full 36C breasts, wrapped tightly in a pink embroidered lace bra, exuded a
captivating .

Seeing me staring intently at her impressive breasts, Mom burst out laughing, raised her right index finger
and poked my forehead hard, scolding, "You lecher! How many times have I seen your whole body?
You're still so horny! Look at you, you're practically drooling!"

I snapped out of my daze and quickly wiped my mouth. "Mom, I'm not drooling!"

Mom laughed even harder. "Silly boy, I was just kidding! Hahaha..."

My lust was instantly aroused, and I suddenly pounced on Mom on the bed, my mouth desperately nibbling at her firm, fragrant breasts through the thin fabric of
her bra , while my hands clumsily tried to
unhook the bra from under her back.

"Get up, get up! Don't wrinkle the clothes Mom just ironed, honestly, you didn't even tell me." Mom
pushed me away, getting up and reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. "Get all the clothes off the bed! Fold them neatly, don't
wrinkle them for Mom! Also, close the curtains!"

I quickly tidied the bed under Mom's command, rushed over to close the curtains, and turned around. Unexpectedly,
before I could even stand up straight, Mom threw her pink bra, which she had just taken off, at my face
. I was startled, not understanding what was happening. Mom laughed so hard she could barely breathe, saying, "Silly boy, hahaha, you're killing me with laughter
..."

Her blatant teasing and playful banter before making love strongly aroused my masculine desire.
Before I even took off a single piece of clothing, I frantically jumped onto the spring bed, pinning my alluring mother beneath me,
licking . Her fragrant breath sprayed onto my face, her soft, sexy body pressed tightly
against me. The thought that I was currently enjoying a stunning beauty I never even dared to dream of filled me with an
immense sense of conquest and satisfaction that almost made me lose control.

"Mom, you're acting a little different today? Like people say...yes, you're so horny!"

"Go to hell! How dare you talk to your mother like that? I'm making you feel good and you're not happy?!" Mom suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing...
My left ear was being twisted hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Mom, I'm sorry! I misspoke, please forgive me!" I realized I had said the wrong thing
and kept begging for forgiveness. Seeing that I was admitting my mistake, Mom didn't take it too seriously and blew on my reddened
left ear (at this time, I was still lying on top of Mom, and the two of us were almost face to face when we were kissing).

Mom looked at me with heartache and said, "You brat, does it hurt? Oh dear, look at you, you only learn
swear words and bring them back, otherwise Mom wouldn't have hit you so hard..."

Women, so fickle, I thought helplessly.

Mom pushed me away, turned over, and told me to lie still. As she took off my pants, she said, "Mom was in a good mood
today , so I wanted to play a trick on you, you scoundrel who dares to sleep with even your own mother... Hey, take off your clothes,
what are you standing there for?"

I quickly moved my upper body and took off my shirt. "Mom, I was being naughty, did I upset you? Can I still
make amends ?"

"You smooth talker, just like your father. Don't move, don't move, close your eyes, don't open them! Let Mom punish
you properly," Mom said, seeing that I had closed my eyes, and then she pulled off my underwear. My underwear belt pulled my penis downwards and rotated it,
then suddenly released it like a bowstring being pulled back. I felt my swollen penis dangling in the air
like .

Hearing my mother giggle, I felt a little embarrassed and asked with my eyes closed, "Mom, what are you
doing ?" Before I could finish speaking, a warm, wet, and soft sensation came from the base of my penis. My mother was giving me oral sex!

I immediately realized what was happening. My mother's soft, wet tongue slowly licked upwards from the base of my penis, then
gently scraped the foreskin folds at the base of the glans. She then used her hand to straighten my large, erect penis, which was pressed almost against
my lower abdomen , and slowly enveloped the glans with her mouth, sucking it lightly and heavily
, making me involuntarily take a deep breath in pleasure. Just as I was about to ejaculate
, seemingly sensing the urge in my penis, my mother quickly released her grip.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw my mother kneeling between my legs. Her fair and delicate upper body was naked, and
her beautiful, full breasts and brownish-red areolas captivated my gaze, making it impossible for me to look away. My mother tossed
her hair, then took a hair tie in her left hand and deftly tied it into a ponytail behind her head. Every move she made exuded the calm, skillful, and sexy charm of a mature woman who
had experienced many things in life.

I softly called out, "Mom." My mother glanced at me, said softly, "Don't move," and then
bent down to take my penis into her mouth. Her soft lips began to bite and move around my thick penis, so skillfully that
I couldn't feel her teeth at all.

After a few strokes, Mom spat out my penis, raised her right hand, and gently guided my
glistening saliva-covered shaft with three fingers. Her tongue lightly licked the urethral opening, occasionally licking
the coronal sulcus .

I trembled with pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing to my head, my glans throbbing uncontrollably. I quickly pushed away Mom, who was
still actively licking me, and sat up abruptly, swallowing hard
to cool down and eliminate all stimuli. I barely managed to control myself, panting as I asked
my mother, who was watching with a grin, "Mom, it's only been two weeks, how come your oral skills have become so proficient?"

"Go away, what nonsense! Mom didn't do anything dirty."

"Mom, then why did it feel so good? I almost came."

Mom poked my forehead hard. "Come on, come on, come on, you deadbeat! Ugh, all you men are so lewd
, always thinking about that stuff. I only learned to do that dirty stuff after serving so many of you stinky men
." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling suddenly washed over me. Could it be that what I'd been worrying about all along
...?

"Mom, the number of men involved isn't more than three, is it?" I asked tentatively.

"You're kidding me! You're calling your mom a slut!" Mom realized what I was thinking and angrily pinched my thigh
.

"Ouch, ouch! Mom, I didn't mean that!"

"I know what you want to ask! I'm not afraid to tell you! Okay, Mom did sleep with that guy, so what
!?" Mom glared at me angrily.

"Mom, I didn't mean anything by it! I know it was unavoidable, it's not your fault! Okay, okay,
son admits his mistake, alright!?" I quickly laid Mom down on the bed, kneaded her two large, tempting, snow-white
breasts, and coaxed her in a low voice. Seeing that Mom didn't react, I quickly lowered my head and kissed her lips to prevent her from pursuing the matter further.
Clearly, Mom didn't take it to heart, and she seemed quite sexually aroused today.

But at this moment, I felt really uncomfortable. Mom was able to act so naturally after being with that scumbag from the factory,
and she was even more proactive and bolder in sex than before. I was really unwilling and disappointed. After all, Mom was
having an affair with an outsider. Does a woman become promiscuous after having more contact with men in that area? No wonder Mom's oral skills have improved
so . Last time she was unwilling to lick my penis, but this time she was so skilled. Although Mom made me feel very good just now,
I still had a strange feeling.

But I knew in my heart that Mom had lost her virginity out of necessity, and her motivation was for our
family . I had no right to stand on moral high ground and condemn my mother. The ones who should be condemned are my
father, who was incapable of protecting his wife, and myself, who wasted my youth and disappointed my mother.

(Back to the erotic sex scene)

Mom actively stretched out her long, red, tender tongue to lick my lips. The strong smell of her saliva went straight into my
nostrils (not that my mother has bad breath or anything, but everyone's saliva does have a smell, and even lovers
and spouses are not so easy to accept at the beginning. For example, after my first kiss with my girlfriend, I hid aside and
secretly gaggled). At first, I felt very uncomfortable when I French kissed my mom, but after a few times, I gradually got used to
the smell of her saliva. Now, I get incredibly aroused just by smelling her saliva.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and let Mom taste it."

Having made love with my mom so many times, I know she likes French kissing. Although I was a little
resistant , I didn't dare disobey her orders and quickly stuck out my tongue. Mom took my tongue in her mouth, sucked on
it a few times, and then gently spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto my tongue and palm before spreading it evenly with her fingertips.

"Swallow it! How is it? Does Mom's saliva taste good?"

I frowned and reluctantly swallowed it.

"You little brat, Mom did it on purpose. Mom knew you didn't like Mom's saliva. You even complained that there was Mom's saliva on the food Mom was putting on you."
"You're not hygienic! See how I deal with you today!" Mom said smugly, looking at me.

"Mom, that was before! Now, who would dare complain about whether Mom's stuff is hygienic or not? I want it all the time!
It's just that Mom just licked my dick..." I hurriedly explained, getting

anxious. "Go away, go away! 'Dick' is so offensive! I've told you so many times, you're so foul-mouthed!"

"Then, Mom, what do you call this thick thing down there?" I teased Mom with a grin
, my left hand pulling down her thin cotton pants, while my right hand was also busy, flicking and playing with her already hardened, reddish-
brown nipples.

"You're such a pain! Don't you have any manners? I'm not going to nag you anymore. Get down to business."

I patted my mom's bottom, signaling her to lift it up a bit so I could pull off her entire pair of cotton pants. I said, "Mom,
are we doing something important right now?" Then I threw the pants off the bed.

"Go to hell! Saying such shameful things, if people find out about what happened between mother and son, I'll never be able to face anyone."

I haphazardly stroked my mother's smooth, plump, and alluringly long white thighs. "Mom, I'm not stupid,
why would I tell people about our incestuous relationship?"

"Go to hell! Don't mention the word 'incest,' I can't stand it, do you hear me!"

Seeing my mother staring at me seriously, I obediently nodded hastily in agreement. "I know, I know, Mom,
I want to go in down there..." I grabbed a corner of my mother's white silk-trimmed panties and tried to pull them off.

"Okay, come in, don't take it all off, just pull that part to one side, quick."

After getting my mom's permission, I quickly pulled her panties to one side, revealing her already overflowing vulva
. The dark pubic hair on both sides of her labia was sticky and crooked with vaginal fluid, and a seductive, mature woman's pungent
smell wafted up, making me swallow hard.

"Mom, I'll go get a condom."

"Don't bother, I just finished my period two days ago, today is a safe period, hurry up and come in." My mom grabbed my arm
and said.

What's the rush? I quickly went back to my position, spread my mother's thighs apart in an "M" shape, then lifted
the smooth, long legs of this beautiful woman in front of me and placed them on my waist, sandwiching myself between her fleshy, smooth thighs. I thrust my lower abdomen forward
, and with the help of my mother's right hand, my penis easily slid into her wet, lustful vagina.

So slippery! The first feeling upon entering was that it was slippery and warm. The folds inside my mother's vaginal cavity tightly gripped my
slowly moving penis, and I could clearly feel the tiny buds on the vaginal walls rubbing against it. The head of my penis occasionally
touched the soft flesh at the entrance of my mother's cervix deep inside, and a wave of pleasure rushed to my head.

Mom's arms were spread out on either side of the bed, her body trembling slightly as I thrust back and forth, her two dazzling,
high, full, snow-white breasts swaying gently. Mom's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked at me gently with a smile in her eyes,
saying softly, "Don't be so hasty, go slower, don't finish in a few strokes like your dad, take it slow. Child, is it
comfortable ?"

"Mom, it's comfortable, how about you?"

"Silly child, come, kiss your mother."

I stopped thrusting, pressed down on Mom's thighs, and slowly withdrew my penis by moving my buttocks. I only pulled it out halfway, and because Mom was so tight
inside , there was a "pop" as air was squeezed out of Mom's vagina.

I looked down and saw that the engorged, throbbing penis was covered in thick, white, murky vaginal fluid that had been squeezed out of my mother's vagina.
I dipped my left finger in it and lifted it up, pulling out a glistening strand of fluid. Seeing this, Mom scolded me shyly
, "You little pervert, stop messing around! Wipe yourself clean, it's so embarrassing."

I licked the semen on my finger; it tasted fishy and salty. I grinned and said, "Mom, it tastes pretty good
."

"Disgusting! Don't lick! Keep licking!..."

My animalistic instincts kicked in, and I pounced on Mom, hugging her sexy and alluring body tightly. My hands frantically kneaded her firm,
smooth breasts, and my mouth desperately tried to kiss her lips. Mom yelled, "Get away! You're filthy..." and
tried to push me away .

Just as we were struggling, the sound of the security door opening in the living room came from inside!

It was Dad coming home! My head went blank, and I froze like a statue. My
mom, , was clear-headed. She pushed me away, jumped out of bed, rushed to the bedroom door, and locked it. We
stared at each other, terrified, not daring to breathe.

The sound of Dad's leather shoes approaching came from outside the door. He stopped, knocked, and called out
, "Lihua, what are you doing in there? I'm just getting my briefcase. My boss called me; something
happened and I need to get back right away."

Mom tried to remain calm and said through the door, "I'm changing! Don't come in!"

"Oh, we've been married for so long, what's there to be so formal about? Open the door."

"Even being married for so long won't do! I'll give it to you, okay?"

"Alright, alright, give it to me. Oh, Lihua, listen to me, I was only halfway to the market when I
got the call from my boss telling me to get back to the factory immediately. What could be so urgent…?"

"How would I know? With your position, what trivial matters could you possibly have?" Mom replied as she went to get
dressed , gesturing with her lips for me to get Dad's briefcase from under the bedside table. Mom wasn't wearing a bra. She put on her old open-necked
t-shirt and cotton pants, grabbed my clothes and handed them to me while taking Dad's briefcase. She whispered, "Hide under the bed,
don't make a sound!"

As soon as I crawled under the bed, I heard Mom open the door. "Here

you go. Anything else?" "No, Lihua, really, we're an old married couple, why are you hiding while changing clothes? Really
..."

"Go to hell! You old pervert, you love peeping at women changing clothes so much? Tell me honestly, what other women
have you ? I'll strangle you..."

"No, no, no, I swear to God I've never seen any other woman's body, except Lihua's..."

"Get lost! You old lecher, let go of me! Touching me like that in broad daylight, aren't you ashamed?"

"Hey, Lihua, why aren't you wearing a bra? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Get lost! Stop touching me, I'll cripple you!"

"Ouch, what can I do? My wife has big breasts, and she's tall and beautiful, everyone can only drool...
Ouch! Ouch!"

"You old lecher, get on with your business! Do you think you're a grown man, dragging your feet like that?"

"Okay, okay, I just bought some bread downstairs, I can eat it in the car, don't wait for me for dinner. I
'll try to get back as early as possible, if I'm not back by 8 o'clock, you and the kids should go catch the bus..."

"Alright, alright, I know without you saying it, you go back to the factory."

"By the way, where did that kid go again after he just got back? He's always so lazy."

"He went out to exercise, he'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Okay, I'm off then." "Alright, alright

, go on."

Hearing Dad close the security door with a "snap," I darted out from under the bed and hid behind my parents' bedroom door to watch for
any commotion, in case Dad came back. I heard the living room door close with a crisp "thud," Mom
had locked it.

As soon as Mom entered the room, I took advantage of her inattention and hugged her from behind, my hands restlessly groping her high, firm, and elastic breasts through
her , teasing her with slightly rapid breathing due to excitement:
"Mom, Dad asked you where I went, and you said I went to exercise. Does that mean you meant 'exercising' with me in bed
?"

Mom reached over and pinched my butt hard. "Dream on, you rascal! I haven't even taught you a lesson yet.
Your dad almost caught us just now, and I was lucky I was quick enough not to know how to handle it. Also, next time you
do 'that' with Mom, remember to lock the door! You hear me!"

Just then, I reached into my mother's collar and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it. My mother slapped my
hands away from her breasts, turned around and handed me the bag of buttered bread she was carrying. She pouted and said, "Look at you, you
little rascal, you won't even let your mother go grocery shopping. I'm too lazy to cook. Just make do with this for dinner. Eat up,
and then we'll do 'that' after you're done." Then she pulled me to sit on the edge of the bed and watched me eat.

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat in the car."

I took a bite out of the bread and saw the butter spread on it. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

"Mom, take off your clothes and lie down."

"What? Didn't I tell you to finish eating first before we do 'that'?"

"Mom, I'm not in a rush to do 'that', just take off your clothes and lie down."

"You little devil, I can't do anything with you. Okay, okay, I'll take them off, let's see what
tricks ." Mom took off her tight-fitting shirt and threw it aside, then took off her cotton pants and tossed them aside, fixed her hair,
got into bed, looked at me, and said, "Eat well, don't leave crumbs on the bed."

I also took off my shirt, got into bed naked, straddled Mom's body, bent my knees and spread them on either side of her body,
then slowly sat down on the top of her thighs. "Mom, am I pressing on you?"

"Thank goodness, hey, don't press on Mom's pelvis."

I adjusted my sitting position, my scrotum almost resting on Mom's clitoris where her pubic hair grew thick. My penis stood erect, throbbing
with rage Mom chuckled and scolded, "Look at you, you naughty thing, so embarrassing."
I chuckled back, leaning slightly forward, my right hand holding a piece of bread, and began spreading butter on Mom's dark red areolas
.

"Ouch! Do you still want to eat this? It's filthy!" Mom slapped my wrist with a crisp sound, scolding me.

"It's okay, Mom. Mom's clean everywhere. Let me taste Mom's flavor." After saying that,
I licked Mom's dark red areola, slightly concave brownish-red nipple, and
little bumps on the areola, just like a cat licking milk from a bowl.

Mom couldn't help but laugh. "Look at you, so lewd, like a baby nursing. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Mom, does it feel good?"

"How can it feel good or not? My nipples are itchy. Hey! Bite lighter, or I won't let you nurse anymore
."

I gently bit Mom's nipple and responded indistinctly.

"That's enough, that's enough. Give Mom the other side."

I let go of Mom's right breast, which was covered in my saliva and had a teeth mark. I smeared the remaining butter from the bread
onto Mom's left nipple, then took a bite and licked it with relish.

"You little pervert, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Alright, alright, stop licking Mom's breasts. Finish your bread first, we have
important things ."

"Mom, your breasts smell so good."

"Go away, you're just taking advantage of your mom. Oh, it's so delicious, don't get bread crumbs on the bed."

I quickly stuffed the rest of the bread into my mouth and swallowed it whole.

"Eat slowly! Don't choke!" Mom quickly propped herself up on her elbows, pushed me away, and came closer to me,
her left hand supporting me and her right hand gently stroking my back. "Don't eat too fast, it's bad for your health.
Don't do it again next time, okay?" I mumbled an indistinct "uh-huh. "

Seeing that I had finally swallowed it, Mom breathed a sigh of relief, swept the bread
crumbs

off my body with one hand, patted my back, and said, "Okay, lie down, let Mom take care of you." I obediently lay down, and I saw Mom flick her hair, toss it behind her back, straddle my body with one thigh
, guide my penis to her labia with one hand, and then slowly sit down. I could clearly
feel the glans slowly pushing open the tight flesh of Mom's vagina and reaching deep into her cervix. I involuntarily
exhaled, and Mom was also clearly in great comfort, letting out a soft "hmm" in her throat.

Then Mom grabbed my thighs and started stroking me up and down. The sticky, wet fluid from our genitals made
a rhythmic opening and closing sound. Then Mom began to moan softly, her lower abdomen contracting
and expanding. Her large, pear-shaped breasts, white and dazzling, swayed in front of me. Good heavens, Mom had actually learned such a bold and uninhibited female riding
position. That scumbag director at the union must have forced her to learn it. But then again, once a woman opens up in that area,
her sexual desire is actually stronger than a man's. Women are truly unfathomable, I thought to myself.

After stroking for a while, Mom became a little breathless. She leaned over me, took my hands, intertwined our fingers, and pressed my hands
onto the bed. Her hair fell onto my face as she paused, panting slightly. Fine
beads of She looked at me, panting, and said, "Mom's tired, you move." The woman-on-top position demands
a lot of stamina from the woman, who was already quite old and exhausted.

I had Mom place her hands on the bed, freeing my own to grab her large, soft, and
elastic I thrust my lower abdomen into her slippery, warm vagina. The bedroom
was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, "slap slap," and Mom's soft moans.

Just as Mom and I were immersed in the pleasure of sex, the landline phone next to the bed rang at an inopportune moment
. Mom and I were startled and looked at each other. " Why did it have to call at this time of year? What a bummer," I thought. Mom gestured for
me to be quiet, then tilted her head slightly to reach the receiver. "Hello? Who is it?"

came the reply. "It's me. I just ran into a colleague. It's about the factory restructuring. I heard there are private..."
The boss came to inspect the factory and wants to buy it. He's at the factory right now, and the supervisor wants us all to go and receive him, so I'm not
going back to my hometown this time. You and the kids go back. See if you can get my train tickets refunded…”

“Okay, okay, is there anything else?” Mom replied, boldly pressing herself against
me and nodding to signal me to continue. Dad was on the other end of the phone, while Mom and I were naked and embracing
each other doing something indecent. Mom was so bold as to talk to Dad on the phone while
having sex with me in the woman-on-top position. The thought of this made all my worries vanish instantly.

The sheer thrill of having an affair with Mom outside of Dad's phone call sent me into a frenzy. My hands trembled slightly as I reached around to Mom's smooth back
and caressed her delicate, supple skin. Then, I slowly began thrusting into Mom's wet, gushing vagina. Mom's large,
plump, and elastic breasts pressed tightly against my heart, which was pounding with excitement.

"Lihua, are you listening?"

Just then, my erect penis hit her cervix, and Mom couldn't help but groan,
"Mmm, I'm listening."

"Lihua, what are you doing? You're distracted."

"Nothing, just tell me."

Dad continued on the phone, "I think the factory restructuring is finally going to happen. To be honest, everyone's
panicking , everyone's worried about being laid off."

"Old Zhang, don't worry, there won't be any major changes in your technical department." Mom said as she lifted
my right arm so I could lick her armpit. I slowly licked my mother's sweaty
armpit hair, which exuded the salty, pungent scent of a mature woman, trying to control the pressure so as not to itch her and interfere with her phone call with my father.

"Who can predict the future? Hey, did you give Director Zhao money last time?"

My mother lied and said, "Yes."

(Actually, I knew that Director Zhao didn't want the money my mother gave him, but rather her body.)

My father continued, "Did he promise to help us with our affairs?"

"Of course he promised, what are you worried about?" My mother answered impatiently, and after saying that, she stuck out her fragrant tongue
to lick my lips and nose.

"Okay, okay, Lihua? Lihua? Are you eating?" Hearing the smacking sounds of Mom licking her lips
, Dad asked in surprise on the other end of the phone.

"Ugh, I'm drinking water! What else do you want to say?"

"Oh, it's just that old man in my department is retiring at the end of this month, right? I was thinking of asking Director Zhao to help out, to see
if he could support me..."

"Don't worry, I've already talked to Director Zhao, and he promised to put in a good word for you." Mom stopped
licking my lips, her vagina still wrapped around my penis as she sat between my legs, her left hand pressing against the bed to support her upper body weight
, while she turned to her side and grabbed her right breast with her right hand, gesturing for me to suckle her breast.

I understood immediately and got up to adjust my seat with Mom
so I could suckle her breasts. Because Mom was taller than me, and she was sitting on my lap with her upper body slightly leaning back, her breasts were right next to my mouth, so I could
easily suckle her two large, snow-white breasts, still carrying a hint of creamy scent. Mom watched me
lick and suckle her breasts alternately, and her waist began to slowly move back and forth, stroking my penis.

Dad was still on the phone saying, "Okay, okay, then you and the kids go back tonight. When you go to sweep the tombs tomorrow,
make sure to say hello to the people back home. That's all. I'm hanging up now."

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. Phone calls are expensive," Mom replied impatiently.

As soon as I heard Dad hang up the phone, I hurriedly laid Mom down on the bed, hugged her waist, and draped her thighs in the crook of
my arms, beginning to thrust and pound vigorously. The sound of our genitals slapping together was crisp and clear.

"Don't be so rough, it hurts down there."

But I couldn't control the pleasure in my head, ignoring Mom as I continued to pound hard into her vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid. My mother's
labia gripped the base of my penis tightly, and I thrust violently into her cervix deep inside her vagina. I
felt fluid seeping from my glans. Despite my mother's gripping of the sheets and cries of pain,
driven by pleasure, I relentlessly pounded into her genitals. My ejaculation spurted out, spurting violently against
the core of her vagina.

My mother sensed my ejaculation and cried out, "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm almost there too, keep fucking me!" Hearing
her words, I used my last bit of strength to thrust my still-ejaculating penis in and out, trying to bring her to orgasm
before limp.

With my last few thrusts, I finally felt a surge of heat gushing out from deep inside my mother. After my last thrust
, I was so exhausted that I lay panting heavily on top of her. My mother's body was also convulsing. After we finished, my mother and I were
both so tired that we were stuck together like a puddle of mud.

After a while, Mom pushed me away, panting, and said, "You naughty boy, you only care about yourself. You've made Mom
hurt."

"Mom, didn't you teach me not to swear? Why are you swearing now?"

"It's none of your business! You're lecturing your mother instead."

"Mom, is it good?"

"Hmm, it's okay," Mom paused and took a breath, "Next time, wait until Mom comes before you shoot, otherwise what am I supposed to do if your
thing goes soft?" As she said this, Mom couldn't help but laugh, and I laughed as I stroked
Mom's sweaty and smooth body.

It was only then that I realized my knees were aching slightly. Looking down, I saw they were scraped, and my lower abdomen was bruised and red
. My mother's genitals were even worse; her entire vulva was almost purplish-red.

After that, nothing much happened. My mother and I used tissues to clean each other's genitals, then got up,
dressed , and tidied the room. I rested for a while before taking a shower, and my mother went into the kitchen to prepare food. After I left the bathroom, my mother also went
to shower. Afterward, we watched TV together for a while, and then, around 8 PM, we set off.

My mother and I returned my father's train ticket and boarded the long-distance bus at 9:30 AM. Because of the Qingming Festival, there were many people returning to their hometowns
. My mother and I found seats; I sat by the window, and my mother sat on the outside. Across the street in the same row sat a young
couple My mother struck up a conversation with the woman, who appeared to be the wife, across the aisle. "Are you going back to sweep the tombs too
?"

"Yes, are you from our area too?"

"No, my husband is from there, but I'm a local. This is my son. We're going back to sweep the tombs."

"Your son is really handsome! How old is he?" the wife flattered.

"No, no," my mother waved her hand, then continued, "He's 21 this year, still quite immature."

I snapped, "Mom, why are you saying that about me?"

The woman chuckled, "Little brother, your mother is very pretty. I thought she was your older sister." The
working husband glanced at us lazily and didn't say anything.

"No, no, I'm over forty, old!" My mother was still happy to hear the compliment.

My mother chatted with the woman for a while, and then the bus turned onto the national highway. The conductor turned off the interior lights, and it was
pitch My mother and the woman stopped chatting. Everyone on the bus sat quietly in their own cars.

Around 11:30, the bus entered the highway, and the passengers were all dozing off. Apart from the occasional glimpse of streetlights outside
the windows was almost completely dark, and so quiet that only
the sound of the wheels on the highway and the occasional cough of a few half-asleep passengers could be heard.

I got tired of playing mobile games and looked up to see my mother half-asleep. Her high, firm breasts
rose and fell slightly beneath her tight-fitting office suit shirt, and an alluring scent mixed with the fragrance of her hair and a woman's sweat wafted into my nostrils, instantly waking me
up. I stood up from my seat and looked around. Everyone seemed to be fast asleep and motionless. I paid special
attention to the couple across the highway from where we got off the bus. The woman was fast asleep, her head tilted to the side, resting on the man's shoulder,
while the man was clearly snoring softly and sound asleep.

My mischievous thoughts suddenly surfaced. I gently shook my mother awake and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want it."

My mother also woke up, looked around nervously, and scolded in a low voice, "You're going to get yourself killed! There are so many people on the bus
, what if someone sees us! Go back to sleep and stop messing around!"

"Mom, it's okay, they're all asleep, no one will see us," I persisted.

"No! Go to sleep. You can do whatever you want at home, but absolutely not outside!"

"Mom, I really can't hold back anymore. Let's be gentle, I just need to cum quickly and it'll be over."

Seeing that I really wouldn't give up, Mom had no choice but to agree: "You silly boy, always thinking about that! I
can't help it. Okay, Mom will help you cum with her hand, hurry up."

I was overjoyed and quickly unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and guided Mom to hold my penis with her left hand, then covered it with the thin blanket from the car. Mom looked around to make sure no one was awake before nervously starting to stroke
me up and down. I gently grasped my mother's left wrist as she stroked my penis with my left hand, while my right hand restlessly slipped under , touching her smooth back. I found the back clasp of her bra, tugged at it a few times, and finally managed to unhook it. After loosening her bra, I slipped my right hand under her right armpit to her chest, pushing aside the hard edge of the bra, and began to knead her right smooth breast. My mother cooperated by shifting her body, urging me in a low voice, "Hurry up!" At the same time, her left hand intensified its strokes on my penis, hoping I would ejaculate quickly. I wanted to ejaculate quickly, so I slipped my left hand inside my mother's shirt and began frantically kneading her two large, plump breasts with both hands, occasionally pinching her soft nipples with my fingertips. After a while, because my mother's kneading hurt me, I couldn't ejaculate anymore. "Mom, don't be so rough, it hurts." "Then hurry up and ejaculate." "Mom, I can't ejaculate like this." "Then what should I do?" "Mom, feed me." My mother looked around again, turned her face and took my lips into her mouth. I obediently opened my mouth and let my mother's tongue enter and we French kissed. My tongue and my tongue were swirling intensely and subtly in my mouth. My mother would occasionally feed me saliva . Because of the long car ride, my mother had bad breath, which was quite strong and made me feel nauseous. I struggled free from my mother and whispered, "Mom, stop kissing me, it smells bad, I can't stand it." "Then what do you want me to do?" "Mom, sit on my lap and let me in." "I 'm not getting in there." "Then get wet." "I can't get wet, I just woke up, how can I get wet so easily?" "Mom, then suck it out for me." "No, that's too much." The risk was indeed too great, and my mother disagreed. "Mom, I'll cover it with a blanket, people will think you're sleeping with your head on my lap, it's fine." "Okay, hurry up." I immediately let go of my mother's breasts so she could crawl under the blanket. Mom straightened her clothes, glanced at the couple next to her, and after confirming they weren't moving, she reached into the cuff of her short-sleeved shirt to loosen the bra strap and ripped it open. With some difficulty, she took the bra off and handed it to me, whispering, "Hold this and smell it, be careful no one sees." Then she quickly crawled under the blanket and began giving me oral sex. Holding Mom's bra, I deeply inhaled the lingering scent of her breasts and her body odor. Below , Mom's tongue teased my penis, while her other hand gently squeezed and stimulated my scrotum. Excitedly, I slowly thrust my penis in and out of Mom's mouth, accidentally poking her throat. My mother, suppressing her discomfort, didn't utter a sound. Instead, she pinched my thigh hard, warning me not to make any rash moves. I had no choice but to obediently let her suck and lick my penis. She quickened her pace, stimulating my scrotum with one hand and gently massaging the sensitive area between my scrotum and anus , occasionally lightly probing my anus. Instantly, my pleasure intensified dramatically, my whole body trembling with each of her movements. I felt the urge to ejaculate, desperately sniffing and licking the fabric inside my mother's bra cups that directly touched her breasts. Suddenly, my ejaculation occurred, and my urethra began to ejaculate, several times in just a few seconds . My mother held my glans tightly in her mouth to prevent the semen from spilling out, while gently stroking my penis with her hand to help me relax. After I ejaculated, she slowly took my penis in her mouth and flattened it to swallow all the semen. I heard my mother gulp down as she swallowed all the semen. Then she sucked on my glans clean up the remaining semen before spitting out my penis. She patted my thigh to indicate that I was done and then crawled out. My mother took the bra from my hand and put it back on under her clothes, remaining silent. In the darkness smelled the strong, fishy odor of semen from the corner of my mother's mouth. Feeling guilty, I whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, it tastes awful, doesn't it?" My mother ignored me, put on her bra, straightened her clothes, and sat quietly for a while before slowly saying in a low voice, "Don't talk, I feel like vomiting." I quickly tore open the plastic bag on the seat and handed it to my mother's mouth. She finally couldn't hold back and began vomit into it. She vomited for a while, and the pungent smell of stomach acid filled our area. Seeing how badly my mother was vomiting…

There wasn't much left, so I quickly tied the bag up and put it in the corner. I moved closer to my mother and gently stroked her back, hoping to make her
feel better .

The noise we made woke up the couple across the street. The woman asked kindly, "Auntie, are you carsick
? Are you alright?"

My mother coughed twice and replied, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Seeing that everything was alright, the couple said
a few comforting words and went back to sleep.

Mom caught her breath, pushed my hand away, and said, "Mom's fine now. Let Mom sleep for a while. You should sleep too, don't catch a cold."

I covered Mom with a blanket and watched her drift off to sleep. I felt very guilty and uneasy, but also very touched. My mom had
repeatedly indulged my unreasonable demands, even my semen. She didn't mind,
and swallowed it all to satisfy me, but I refused to talk to her because she had bad breath from the car ride. Also, Mom
had deliberately taken off her bra for me earlier because she knew I had a habit of masturbating with her underwear. This reminded me of
the time I accidentally had sex with my mom for the first time:

(My thoughts drifted back to a midday four months ago.)

That midday four months ago, I came home from school and called out to my parents a few times in their room, but they didn't respond. Thinking
no one was home, I was about to go back to my room to turn on the computer when I noticed my mother's obviously unwashed panties on the stool in front of the dressing table
. Inexplicably, I went over and picked them up, sniffing the yellow stains on the crotch of her panties... I started
masturbating (actually, I had been secretly masturbating with my mom's underwear since high school, but I
did it much less after I got a girlfriend in college).

I hadn't done much when I heard my mom's surprised voice behind me: "What are you doing with my underwear?"
Hearing my mom's voice, I froze, my pants half down, my left hand clutching my mom's panties and sniffing them, my right hand still holding my penis
! Damn! It turned out that my mom had just taken a nap in the study! In that instant, I wished I could find a hole in the floor and crawl into it
! I ran back to my room, locked the door, crawled under the covers, and pretended to be dead. How embarrassing! My mom couldn't open the door, knocked a few times,
and seeing that I was too scared to open it, she didn't pursue the matter any further.

That night, Dad came home, and I only dared to leave my room for dinner. I kept my head down, not daring to look at Mom. Dad scolded me a few times,
telling me to look up and eat properly. I glanced at Mom out of the corner of my eye, but she ate her food nonchalantly,
even putting food on Dad's plate. Dad refused, so Mom gave it to me instead, without saying anything. I
finished went back to my room to continue surfing the internet. Dad went downstairs to play cards with the neighbors. Mom came into my room and sat on the edge of the bed, asking me to come over. I
walked over like a child who had done something wrong and sat down next to Mom.

After a long silence, Mom slowly spoke, "Mom knows you're going through puberty, and there are some... things you need to
release . How long have you been using my underwear?" I lowered my head and remained silent. "Okay, tell Mom,
do you have a girlfriend at school?"

I hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."

"Don't be afraid, Mom won't scold you. It's normal. You're in college now, it would be
abnormal if you didn't have a girlfriend." I still kept my head down and didn't say anything. "Tell Mom honestly, have you and your girlfriend slept together?"

Upon hearing this, I don't know if I was afraid
of being scolded by my strict mother or if I had other intentions, but I actually answered "No" without thinking.

Mom sighed, hesitated for a moment, and slowly said, "Actually, Mom knows that boys in puberty all
have some... "You need to let it out. Are you willing... Mom... to help you?"

Her last few words were almost inaudible, but upon hearing them,
a strange impulse surged within me, like a wild beast breaking free of its cage, driving me to say incredulously, "I...
am willing."

After a long silence, Mom softly said, "Close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to."

My heart pounded wildly. I closed my eyes and heard Mom close the doors and windows and draw the curtains, followed
by the rustling sound of her taking off her clothes. I felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness; my cheeks burned, and I breathed heavily through my nose.

My mother said in a low, nervous voice, "Open your eyes."

When I opened them, what appeared before me was my mother's flawless, alluringly beautiful body.
She was 68cm tall with long, shapely, and voluptuous legs. A tuft of black hair formed an inverted triangle between her thighs. Because
her legs were slightly crossed, her genitals were hidden, and only a small part of the top of her mysterious mound was visible. Her lower abdomen had
a little extra fat, but it did not detract from her sexy and alluring mature womanly charm.

Next, I was captivated by her 36C firm, full, and snow-white breasts.
The reddish-brown nipples were recessed at the tips, surrounded by enlarged dark red areolas. She exuded the mature, full, and
alluring beauty of a mother. Above that was a sexy collarbone and a fair, pink neck. Her permed, slightly wavy, black hair reached past her shoulders
, and she had a beautiful face with a high nose bridge.

The room was filled with the alluring scent of a mature woman, making me incredibly nervous yet strangely excited.

My mother asked me softly, "Am I pretty?"

"Pretty," I stammered, swallowing hard.

Mom slowly came over and pulled down my pants, then helped me lie down on the bed. She lay down next to me and whispered
, "I read in a magazine that every boy's first woman is his mother. If a boy has...
that need, a mother can teach her son the first time; it's very important for his mental health development.
But ," Mom turned her head to look at me gently in the eyes, and continued, "it can only be this once.
After I teach you this once, you have to find another woman. You absolutely can't do this kind of thing with me again, understand?"

I knew immediately that those "family" and other health magazines were incredibly harmful! No, they were incredibly
helpful ! I nodded excitedly and said, "Mom, I heard you."

Mom blushed and said, "Climb on top of me, quick."

What was I waiting for? I quickly took off my shirt, climbed onto Mom's curvaceous and sexy body, and began to impatiently
knead Mom's pair of high, plump, and bouncy, tempting breasts. Mom didn't expect me to be so eager and proactive
, and quickly said, "Knead gently, don't squeeze so hard, you're hurting Mom!"

Mom grabbed my wrists to make me stop and continued, "Silly child, still like before..." "You were
just as eager to nurse as when you were little. Be gentle, if you like, you can nurse like before, but bite lightly. You're
grown up and strong now, don't bite off my nipple."

Overjoyed, I quickly moved down to lick my mother's large, milky breasts, which exuded the scent of milk and the mature woman's posture
, while my penis restlessly probed her smooth thighs. My mother, also aroused by my actions, moved closer...
I moved away, letting out a soft "hmm" through my nose. Having been exposed to so many pornographic films and
slept I naturally knew that my mother was aroused. But I pretended not to know anything and said to her, "Mom, are you
not feeling well? How about we stop?" Of course, I didn't agree to stop. If we really stopped,
where would my throbbing penis go?

Mom bit her lower lip and shook her head, saying, "Mom's fine, you can continue." At the same time, she took my left hand and placed it on her
most mysterious place. "Touch Mom's down there and take a good look. This is where Mom gave birth to you."

I suppressed my excitement but pretended to be stupid so that Mom wouldn't see through me. I replied, "Mom, why is your place
so narrow? How could you give birth to me? And it's wet. Mom, do you need to pee?" Taking advantage of Mom's speechlessness
, I let go of Mom's breasts, stood up, straddled Mom's thighs, spread Mom's legs into an M shape, and sat in front of Mom's mysterious slit that
was beginning to flow with lustful fluid. I used my hands to spread her labia majora, and the moist, tender red flesh inside seemed to
be breathing, opening and closing.

My mother, embarrassed, tried to push my head away, shouting, "Don't look, don't look!"

"Mom, didn't you tell me to look?" I argued.

"Mom isn't ready yet, I'll look later."

"Mom, it doesn't matter whether I look sooner or later, what's the big deal?"

Helpless, my mother said, "Then look, remember, that's where Mom gave birth to you, it's called the vagina."

"Mom, I read in a book that babies aren't born from the uterus, right?"

"The uterus is inside Mom's vagina, silly child."

"Mom, can I see your uterus, Mom?" I forcefully spread my labia, pretending to want to see the uterus inside.

Mom gently tapped my head. "Silly child, you can't see it."

"Then can I touch it?"

"No, you can! Only your father can touch Mom's uterus."

"How?"

"With your little penis." Mom blushed with embarrassment as soon as she said that.

Seeing that Mom had taken the bait, I took advantage of her inattention and continued to pull open Mom's labia with both hands, exposing the small black hole in the middle
. I aimed my penis and thrust it in smoothly, lubricated by her vaginal fluid. Mom was startled and tried to push me away, but I clung
tightly to her bent legs, saying, "Mom, it's so narrow and cramped down there, how could I possibly give birth from there?
And I can't even feel my uterus."

Mom, both angry and ashamed, said, "You bastard, you didn't even tell your mother! You were born from there,
believe it or not, the uterus is further inside, you can't reach it. Hurry up and pull that thing out!"

"Mom, if I pull it out, what are you going to teach me?"

As soon as I said it, I instinctively knew my act of innocence had been exposed.

"So you already know? Hurry up and pull it out! That's outrageous, daring to play tricks on your mother, see how I deal with you
!" Mom was furious. Looking at my serious and earnest mother, I was so scared that I quickly pulled my penis out.

"Tell me the truth! Have you ever done 'that' with a woman or not!?" Mom was still relentlessly pursuing me. I had heard people say
before that if a woman is persistent, there's no way to escape her, except to make up another lie to cover up the one that gets exposed
.

I quickly tried to explain, "Mom, I sometimes see porn at school, so I understand a little bit about it, but it
always makes me feel uneasy. I always want to experience it for myself, but I can't, so I just used your underwear to solve the problem
, that's how you caught me."

"Really? You won't get away with lying to your mother." Mom still looked at me suspiciously.

"Mom, if I lied to you, may I be struck by lightning!" I panicked and quickly swore to the heavens.

Upon hearing my solemn oath, Mom quickly covered my mouth, "Silly boy! What kind of oath are you making
? What ! Alright, alright, Mom will believe you this once. Come on, you can have my body, but only this once. After that,
don't think about anything else. Study hard, understand?"

Even such a casual lie worked, what are you waiting for! I quickly pried Mom's mouth off, "Mom,
I understand , thank you for not killing me!" I pounced on Mom, one hand holding my raging penis, parted Mom's dark red
labia, and with a little force, forced open the tight flesh inside Mom's vagina, and began to thrust wildly.

My mother's vaginal fluid wasn't much, and it was a bit dry inside, so it gripped my penis tightly, creating a lot of friction
. But at that time, it was only the third time I'd slept with a woman, and I didn't know much about it. I just kept thrusting,
ignoring my mother's cries of pain. After about ten or twenty thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate.

My mother pushed me away after I finished ejaculating and said coldly, "Satisfied now? Don't think about such things anymore.
Focus on your studies." She put on her clothes, got out of bed, and walked out of the room. At the door, she turned back and told me to clean up
before going to take a shower.

I lay on the bed, dressed, trying to catch my breath. My mind was a mess, and I felt a deep sense of regret. I felt I had done
something irreparable. I was afraid my father would find out, afraid my mother would never speak to me again. Lost in these
thoughts to sleep.

I don't know when I woke up. As soon as I got out of bed and stepped out of the living room, I saw Dad sitting
with his legs and watching a TV drama. He looked up at me and scolded, "You brat, all you do is laze around and sleep. Go, go,
go help your mother with the housework."

"Old Zhang, why are you always yelling at the kid? If you're so tough, go yell outside. The kid's tired from the bus ride home from school,
let him sleep for a bit!" Mom was hanging clothes to dry on the balcony. She turned around and said

to Dad with an awkward smile, "Okay, okay, Lihua will listen to you. I'm just worried that the kid might oversleep and it will affect his health."

It seemed that Dad didn't notice my unease at all, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Mom finished hanging the clothes and came into the living room carrying the empty bucket. Looking at me, she said, "Don't mind your dad. He's
useless so he just yells at the kids at home." Her expression was completely normal, as if nothing had happened
.

Although I felt relieved, I was still a little nervous and tentatively asked, "Mom, is there anything I can help you
with ?" I tried to please her while secretly watching her expression.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, "Silly boy, what can you do for me? Go away, don't get in my way."
Then she picked up the bucket and walked away. Seeing that Mom wasn't angry or anything, I finally felt a
huge weight lifted off my shoulders and happily skipped back to my room to play on the computer.

Things should have ended perfectly like that, but sex is something that once you experience pleasure, you can never
forget it, especially for a young, strong, and sexually active guy like me. So I
kept , even though I knew deep down that incest between mother and son was a bottomless abyss, driven by primal desires...
Moreover, having had a mother complex since childhood, I couldn't control my reason and continued
to maintain off, but I won't go into details here.

(I'm bringing myself back to reality from my memories, still on a long-distance bus late at night.)

I quietly looked at my mother's familiar and kind beautiful face as she dozed off beside me, gently
covered her with a blanket, and after a while, I also drifted off to sleep.

There's not much else to say. My mother and I arrived at my uncle's house in the early morning, slept
until and then went to sweep the tombs with everyone. After all that, we didn't get on the bus back to the
city until about 10 p.m.

As soon as we got home, Dad greeted us with a beaming smile. Ignoring
the fact that , he excitedly told Mom, "That old man in the office got sick and has to retire. Someone inside told me
that I, Lao Zhang, will be taking his place! Haha, that old man retired quite timely! Of course, of course, it was
Director Zhao, whom you introduced, who helped us a lot!"

"Really? Oh, that's wonderful!" Mom exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

"Look, now we're not afraid of the factory restructuring anymore. I, Lao Zhang, am a key member of the factory now, and
the boss is begging us to stay! Oh, Director Zhao is our great benefactor! I've already invited him over
for dinner next Sunday night! We have to thank him properly then!"

Seriously? That scumbag is coming to our house? I was a little surprised, thinking to myself.

I looked at my mom, who was giving an awkward smile. Dad didn't notice my mom's strange expression and cheerfully took
our luggage and moved it aside. My mom and I changed our shoes and went into the living room to rest on the sofa for a while. While Dad was away, I leaned
close to Mom and whispered in her ear, "Mom, is everything alright?"

"What's wrong? They just came up for dinner, it's nothing serious. Don't say anything more, Dad won't suspect anything."
Seeing Mom's reassuring expression, I felt relieved, but a complex mix of emotions lingered inside me.

Nothing special happened that night. Mom and I showered, changed, and went to bed early; Dad
was staying up late to watch the Premier League. I went back to school early the next morning. I've

been quite busy with work lately, so it's been a long time since I updated. Sorry to keep you all waiting. Some readers might be
impatient and keep asking when I'll update. Let me explain: because I write slowly, constantly
revising as I write, and with limited writing time, I can only update about
once .

Also, I appreciate the feedback from readers, but I prefer to develop the plot according to
my own my usual everyday life,
and any creative elements are carefully considered to ensure they're realistic. Some readers who enjoy more intense or dramatic content
might be disappointed.

Given my tendency to write in a somewhat scattered style, with key details often placed in more intimate places, I hope
readers will read and appreciate them carefully. While my writing skills are limited, I wouldn't presume to call it a masterpiece. Also, I hope everyone
can help catch some bugs. Thank you all in advance.
(III)

As May Day approaches, the weather gets unbearably hot. It feels like summer is coming earlier every year. Climate change is
n't something that idle scientists can just talk about (so I'd also like to encourage everyone to travel in
a low-carbon and contribute to the future of all mankind. I
'm getting off-topic, haha). The nearby swimming pools are disinfecting the pools in preparation for opening. I can't wait to relieve the heat all over my body. And look, there's
also my hot, drooping brother between my legs, hehe.

It just so happens that Sunday is May Day, and it's a long weekend. Everyone is busy preparing where to go for a trip.
Families without travel plans are also rarely able to get together for a big dinner. My family was no exception. Moreover, this Saturday evening,
we were going to have a grand reception for a guest of great significance to our family. Who was it? Director Zhao, the
very person who helped my dad land the office director position. Of course, we also gave
him a lot in return, especially my mom… but I'll leave that aside for now.

Before Director Zhao even arrived, the three of us were already seated at the table. The table was laden with chicken, duck, goose
, and all sorts of other dishes—all thanks to my mom's hard work all afternoon. "Dad, Mom, I'm so hungry,
can I have a bite first?" I couldn't resist and spoke up, but my parents almost simultaneously scolded, "No!" My mother
tapped my restless chopsticks with her chopsticks and said seriously, "We have to wait for the guests to arrive before we start eating. That's the rule,
understand?!"

Just as my father was about to speak, the doorbell suddenly rang. We've arrived! My

father hurriedly got up to open the door and greet the guests, and my mother also came forward. I had no choice but to get up from my seat reluctantly. The door opened,
revealing a well-dressed, middle-aged man in a sharp suit. He was slightly balding, but his hair
was neatly . His ruddy, round face, composed and magnanimous smile, and
beer belly that even his suit couldn't conceal, all screamed "Headmaster Zhao!

" "Director Zhao, you've worked so hard! We've all been waiting for you!" Dad exclaimed, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

Director Zhao nodded slightly, still smiling subtly, and said, "The parking took a little time, I'm sorry to have kept
you waiting. Here, this is a small gift."

Mom quickly stepped forward and took a large box. Upon seeing it was red wine, she immediately said, "We can't accept this. You
are our most important guest, how could we let you spend so much?"

Dad also nodded hurriedly, saying, "Yes, yes, we can't accept this. You've helped us so much,
how could we accept your gift?"

"It's nothing, just a small token, it won't cost much."

Seeing Director Zhao's attitude, Mom and Dad had no choice but to reluctantly accept it. After a few more polite exchanges, they led Director Zhao to the dining table. I
quickly greeted him, "Hello, Director Zhao."

"This is our son," Mom introduced.

Director Zhao smiled and nodded, saying, "Young man, you're quite polite and have a bright future."

Dad was overjoyed, repeatedly saying, "Not at all! This child is hopeless; you must
be embarrassed ." After some pleasantries, they began their meal.

During the meal, Director Zhao chatted and laughed, my dad took the opportunity to flatter him, and my mom occasionally chimed in with smiles. I
smiled a few times, but my smiles felt forced and awkward; I just wanted to finish my food quickly and leave.

"Young man, you're about to look for a job, aren't you?" Director Zhao asked.

"Yes, I'll graduate next year."

"How about coming to our company?"

I was so surprised that I stopped eating.

My dad, sitting next to me, was overjoyed and quickly said, "Kid, hurry up and thank Director Zhao!"

"Yes, yes, thank him quickly!" my mom said happily, giving Director Zhao a grateful look.

I quickly thanked Director Zhao. Director Zhao smiled knowingly and nodded before changing
the . I took the opportunity to quickly finish my rice and made an excuse to leave the awkward table, then went back to my room to go online.

A while later, when I heard that Director Zhao was leaving after dinner, I came out to see him off. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my parents seeing
Director Zhao downstairs. Although she appeared glamorous and cheerful at the dinner table, it was actually
incredibly hypocritical. And the unspeakable truth is, my mother has slept with all three men at the table,
including me, of course. The thought that my mother could chat and laugh so seamlessly with her countless lovers in front of my father, completely unaware of her true intentions
, filled me with secret admiration. Women, indeed, are born actresses.

By the time my parents returned and finished cleaning up, it was already past nine o'clock. I was chatting online in my study when my father came in,
saying he wanted to check stock market information, and took my computer. Just as I was about to leave the study, feeling utterly helpless, it suddenly occurred to me—
wasn't this my chance? Secretly pleased, I quickly went back and said to my dad solicitously, "Dad, it's so hot tonight, and this
broken fan isn't working. Let me turn on the air conditioning for you."

"You little rascal, you've learned to be filial now?" Dad said without looking up, still staring at the stock market.

I was secretly delighted. I found the remote, turned on the air conditioning, closed the doors and windows, and went outside
. Before leaving, I said to Dad, "Dad, no one's bothering you. Take your time looking at your stocks!" Seeing that he didn't react, I closed the door behind me, secretly pleased.

What was I going to do? Hehe, you know.

I went to find my mother, burning with desire. I walked out into the hallway, but neither the living room nor the guest room were there. I went back into the hallway and quietly opened
the door to the master bedroom next to the study. My mother looked like she had just finished showering. She was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair,
still wrapped in a bath towel. Her left hand was tightly clutching the knot of the bath towel at her chest, and her right hand was fixing her wet hair.

Mom turned around and saw me sneak in with ill intentions. Although she was startled, she understood. After I closed and locked the door
, she lowered her voice and asked, "Your dad?"

"He's looking at stocks on the computer in the study."

"Not tonight, get out of here."

"It's okay, Dad's looking at stocks in the study. I even turned on the air conditioning for him, and there are two doors in between, so it's safe." "Mom said no, and that's final.

Go, go, get out of here. " "Mom, can I hurry?" I persisted. "No! Actually... annoying, well, Mom will tell you the truth, your dad wants to do 'that' with me tonight, and he specifically asked me to take a shower first and wait for him in bed." Mom finally stammered out this sentence because I kept pestering her. "Damn, really?" "Oh, why would I lie to you? Your dad suddenly had that idea on the way back from dropping Director Zhao off, and Mom couldn't do anything about it. I'll give it to you another day, okay? Alright, alright, hurry up and get out of here." "Anyway, it's just that our dads are going to fuck, so let me, the son, fuck first." I went up and hugged Mom, groping her curvaceous body through the bath towel. "Get lost! How dare you talk like that?" Mom slapped my hand with a crisp voice. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I grinned lewdly and pulled off Mom's bath towel, grabbing one of her soft, large breasts and kneading it. Mom pinched me hard. "I haven't agreed yet, why are you doing this?" I was burning with lust, and I didn't care whether Mom agreed or not. I pushed Mom onto the bed and stripped her naked . Actually, Mom was half-heartedly going along with me, her high breasts heaving violently, her face flushed. I spread Mom's snow-white, plump thighs, and with two fingers, I parted her already wet vulva. Her clitoris, the size of a bean, was erect and hard. I flicked her clitoris a few times, and Mom immediately trembled involuntarily. "Mom, you're quite a reaction," I teased. "Mmm...no, Mom can't take it, mmm..." Mom moaned softly. Her dark red vulva was oozing vaginal fluid with each contraction and relaxation. I licked it; it didn't taste like much, probably because Mom had just showered, lacking that familiar feminine scent. "Mom, why don't you smell today?" "Silly child, that's the smell of a woman's urine. Why do you like that smell?" "That smell is good." "Pervert!" "I am a pervert, a pervert who only fucks his own mother." I chuckled, pulled out my penis, rubbed it against her vulva, and thrust it in. Mom grunted, "You have no manners, you even dare to sleep with your father's woman..." My penis pushed through the layers of vaginal flesh, so tight it made me shudder. Mom's vaginal cavity was warm and moist. "Mom, why are you so tight?" I gripped the base of my mother's thighs, and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out. There was a lot of vaginal fluid inside, making it feel very slippery when I thrust . My mother didn't make a sound, her eyes closed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly behind her back. Her large breasts swayed with my thrusting movements, very tempting, and I couldn't help but swallow. "Mom, you've given birth to me all these years, why are you still so tight? And don't even mention you're being fucked by three men now..." Hearing this, Mom opened her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes wide with anger as she glared at me, muttering angrily in a low voice, "Are you going to do it or not?! Why are you talking so much nonsense!" I immediately realized I had said the wrong thing and shut my mouth. Mom got up and pushed me away, her penis popping out of her vagina , then she turned over and supported herself on the bed with her limbs, letting me in again. At first, I thought Mom was angry and wouldn't let me fuck her, but it turned out she had taken the initiative to change to a doggy-style position. "Mom, you're not angry, are you?" I asked cautiously as I guided my penis in. "I'm not angry with you, Mom just wants you to hurry up, your dad's still waiting outside." I felt relieved and started to increase the speed of my thrusting. The doggy style position required deep penetration, and I was almost at my limit soon. Mom noticed and quickly said, "Don't ejaculate inside, pull out!" I pulled out with a "pop" and stood up on the bed. Mom immediately turned around and knelt between my legs, grabbing my penis and pressing it against her breasts, stroking it with both hands. I couldn't hold back any longer, and a large glob of white semen shot all over Mom's breasts. After I finished, Mom grabbed some tissues to wipe herself and shooed me out. I put on my pants, feeling a little exhausted, and quietly opened the door to make sure my dad was still in the study before slipping out and gently closing the door behind me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down, then went to the living room and turned on the TV, trying my best to appear calm.

The TV was showing a dating show on Jiangsu TV. A flamboyant male guest was
boasting about his overseas study experience and his so-called romantic gestures. He even brought a large group of relatives and friends on VCR to help fool
the audience . Just as he was smugly thinking about winning the heart of a beauty, before the VCR even finished, the female
guests on stage turned off their lights one by one. Suddenly, tragic background music started playing, leaving the dumbfounded male guest and
the two bald hosts who were secretly laughing. I couldn't stop laughing as I watched the male guest slink away.

It's time for a commercial break again. I got up to get a glass of water. While the water dispenser was dripping, my dad
came out of his study, looked up, saw me, and said a little guiltily, "Kid, still watching TV? It's getting late, go to
sleep ."

I knew exactly what he meant, but didn't call him out. I chuckled to myself and said, "Okay, okay
, I'll go to sleep as soon as the TV show is over."

My dad left with the words, "The air conditioner's still on, you better go to sleep early," and then guiltily went into the master bedroom, locked the door, and
left.

What's that saying again? Like father, like son? Hehe.

I went back to watch TV for a while, but I couldn't shake the urge to watch. I kept thinking about where my parents were doing
. I thought about eavesdropping outside the door, but with the carpet blocking the door, I wouldn't be able to hear clearly and it would be dangerous. If they opened the door, I
wouldn't have time . After thinking it over, I decided to sneak onto the balcony and tiptoe to the master bedroom window.

Our balcony extends out over the living room, guest room, and master bedroom. The master bedroom window is a swing window, and although it was closed
and locked, and the curtains were drawn, the two panes of glass still offered some privacy. Luckily,
although the lights weren't on inside, a dim bedside lamp was on, which reflected perfectly in the dressing table mirror at the foot of the bed, showing the erotic lovemaking taking place
on the bed .

I saw Mom riding on top of Dad, moving up and down. I couldn't see her front due to the angle
, but I could see her smooth back, which satisfied me.

Through the side glass of the window, in the almost dark room except for a dim light near the bed, the dressing table mirror reflected
Mom's hair piled up, actively sitting up and stroking Dad's penis. Although I couldn't hear any
sounds , I still swallowed hard, feeling aroused, and my own penis was already erect
.

After watching for a while, Dad probably couldn't resist any longer. He rolled over, pushed Mom down on the bed, and started thrusting
. He quickly ejaculated onto Mom's full, perfect body. Hehe, my mom has such a great figure,
and she's so sexy in bed, what man wouldn't be completely defeated in front of her? I figured there was no point in watching anymore, so I quietly slipped back to
watch TV.

By then, the dating show was almost over. A big-breasted, brainless female guest had defeated the lewd male
guest , who left dejectedly. The bald host was still babbling on and on about sponsoring the advertisements. I got up to
turn off the TV, picked up the water glass on the coffee table, and was about to gulp it down when the master bedroom door creaked open. Hearing
footsteps in the hallway, I looked up and saw it was my mom.

Mom was only wearing a silk nightgown, and through the thin fabric, I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra .
Her 36C breasts proudly pushed up a large expanse of fabric, and two ripe, brownish-red nipples were faintly visible
, making me involuntarily swallow.

"Not asleep yet?" Mom rolled her eyes at me and turned to find a glass of water.

I put down the glass and looked at Mom's large, sexy buttocks wrapped in the thin silk nightgown, and my penis got hard
again . I glanced at the half-open door to the main room at the end of the corridor, and boldly wrapped my arms around Mom's body,
my hands going straight for her large breasts, greedily kneading them.

Mom didn't stop me. She put down her cup, glanced warily towards the main room, and then pointed to the guest room, which was my
room. I understood, let go of Mom, and went back to my room to wait for her.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a while, I heard the sound of the main room door closing softly.
Mom walked into the guest room, casually closed the door behind her, and sat down next to me with a charming smile. Almost simultaneously,
Mom and I hugged each other tightly, kissing passionately as we rolled onto the bed. I pinned Mom
down and eagerly tried to pull off her silk nightgown.

Mom held me back, smiling as she looked at me and said, "Don't rush, let me see how I'm dressed first."

I looked down and saw something underneath the semi-transparent silk nightgown. Mom pushed me away, got up
, and took off her pajamas. What appeared before me was a purple, sheer, revealing bikini that clung tightly to her proud breasts. Two
ripe , brownish-red nipples
peeked playfully from the tiny triangular lace-trimmed fabric, instantly stunning me.

Seeing my stunned expression, Mom chuckled, "There's something even more beautiful,"

she said, spreading her long, snow-white legs. At the top of her thighs was a thong made of the same fabric, revealing
her pubic area, which was already soaked to the point of being indecently wet, with the curled pubic hair beside it damp.

"Your dad, that big brute, stripped Mom naked the moment he came in. He has no sense of romance at all. All that
effort I put in, and now look what happened, you got off easy."

"Mom, I never knew you were so sexy." I couldn't help but touch one of Mom's breasts, lifting
the lace at the opening of her bikini and pinching and tugging at her already hard nipple.

"You're going to die! How dare you talk about your mother like that." Mom cursed at me, but her face showed a look of enjoyment.

"Mom, how does it feel to have the two of us on top of each other?"

I laid Mom down on the bed, sat on her pelvis, and leaned over to rub her breasts. Mom closed her eyes and bit her lip, her face
flushed, and her breathing became heavy. It seemed that Dad hadn't fed her enough, so she deliberately came to ask me to give
her extra food.

I tightened the straps of her sexy bikini, letting the two small pieces of bikini fabric cling to Mom's proud, large, white
breasts , highlighting the small, grape-sized, brownish-red nipples in the middle and the brown areolas spreading below them. They
exuded a tempting fragrance unique to mature women. I lowered my head like a wolf, licking and biting Mom's
nipples , occasionally switching to the other breast, until both breasts and the bikini were soaked with my saliva.

"Your dad's asleep next door, aren't you afraid he'll hear?"

"It's fine, the soundproofing is great, and you know how soundly Dad sleeps. Tell me, between me and Dad
, who's stronger?"

"Get lost, Mom won't answer you."

I sucked hard on Mom's nipple, starting to exert force.

"Mmm, mmm, gently, don't, don't bite, slow down..." Mom moaned softly with her eyes closed and a look of enjoyment on her face,
her waist involuntarily.

"Tell me! Who's stronger!" I mumbled out.

"You bad guy, you're stronger! Are you satisfied now!?"

Hearing this, I was overjoyed and adjusted my position to enter my mother's body.

Mom sensed my intention and quickly opened her eyes, calling out to me, "Wait! Your dad's things are in there,

it's dirty!" "What should I do?"

"I just brought in a condom, look for it on the bed."

I frantically rummaged around, "No! Mom, are you sure you took it?"

"Look carefully! Haste makes waste!"

But I was too eager to get my hands on Mom's handy, so I frantically searched again but still couldn't find it.
"Mom, I really can't find it, can you go back and get another one?"

"Your dad's sleeping right there! Waking him up won't do either of us any good. Sigh, forget it, I'm going back to sleep
, you can find the condom tomorrow morning." Mom said helplessly.

"No, no, no, Mom, I'm holding it in."

"Then... then Mom will use her breasts to help you ejaculate?"

I had no choice; it was better than nothing, so I gave in.

Mom knelt by the bed, letting my penis pass through the straps of her sexy bikini top, then clamping it between her two smooth,
snow- white breasts. She spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto them and started thrusting. The guest room had no air conditioning, and Mom and I were both
sweating profusely. Even though Mom was putting in a lot of effort to give me a blowjob, I just couldn't ejaculate; my penis was
painfully .

"Mom, I can't get it out like this."

"Oh dear, why is it so hard for you to get it out? Shall I suck it out for you with my mouth?"

"Mom, I still want to fuck your pussy."

"You pervert, what kind of fucking is that?" Mom was a little unhappy. "I already told you, your dad's thing
is inside, it's not hygienic."

"It's okay, Mom, besides, no one in our family has an STD."

"Go away, you're the one with an STD."

"Then I won't wear a condom when I go in."

"Oh, I can't resist you, fine, come on."

Mom reluctantly got into bed and lay down to wait for me to fuck her. Overjoyed, I quickly adjusted
my position to the doggy style, grabbed a pillow and put it under Mom's buttocks to lift her genitals. Mom cooperated by opening her legs.

The opening of my mother's purple, open-crotch thong revealed her pubic hair-covered, hidden area. I used my hand to
spread her labia, revealing the moist, dark red flesh inside, which pulsated and closed, emitting a strong
, pungent, and arousing scent. I felt my penis throbbing with excitement.
I wanted to indulge myself by licking my mother's vulva, but the thought that my father had just fucked her made me feel nauseous, so I had no
choice but to give up.

I lifted my mother's thigh and placed it on my waist, clamping it between my arms. I moved forward a little
,
and with my mother's hand guiding my penis, I pressed it against her vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, I pushed it all the way in. It was warm and slippery inside. I couldn't tell if it was my father's semen that he had left inside her or my mother's vaginal fluid. Anyway, it didn't feel dry at all. Although it felt a little awkward,
the lubrication was excellent. I tried not to think that it might be something my father had left behind. I slowly
thrust my penis in and out of my mother's vagina.

"Mom, to be honest, how's my performance in this area? Much better than Dad's, right?"

"Hmm...not bad, a little bit better."

I pulled my penis back a little and then thrust it in hard. Because the angle was perfect, the head of my penis touched Mom's
cervix, a soft lump. With a little more force, I went in a little further, feeling like a little mouth was quietly sucking
on my glans. The pleasure made my whole body tremble. Mom didn't expect to be penetrated so suddenly. She lost control and her whole body
trembled violently. Her thighs trembled violently, and she breathed heavily through her nose. Her face showed both pain and pleasure. She gripped my shoulders
tightly , her nails digging into my flesh.

"Don't move! No, no! Pull it out!" Mom shouted in terror.

I quickly pulled my penis out.

Mom was tense, panting heavily. After a while, she calmed down a bit and said angrily, "
You bad boy, you almost made me orgasm!"

I grinned lewdly, "Mom, so tell me, who's stronger, me or Dad?"

"You! You you you!" Mom poked my forehead hard with her finger, saying irritably.

"Then, between me and Director Zhao, who's stronger?" I blurted out, almost without thinking.

Mom blushed and remained silent, "Don't ask that."

"Tell me, or I'll do it again."

A strange feeling welled up inside me. Was it resentment? Or jealousy? I didn't know, but at that moment, I
felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. Suddenly, I recalled dinner earlier: three men at the table, and
a woman who had slept with all three men… Mom was still silently, her face flushed. My heart pounded with excitement.
I thrust my erect penis deep into Mom's already overflowing, wet vagina, pumping wildly.

"Ah! No… no…" Mom moaned uncontrollably, seemingly forgetting that Dad was
asleep in the next room. Although her voice wasn't loud, the echoing sound in the closed guest room brought me
back to my senses.

"Mom! Mom! Don't shout!" I quickly stopped thrusting and covered Mom's mouth. Mom immediately came to her senses,
and the two of us, feeling guilty, held our breath and listened to the sounds outside the door. Fortunately, it was quiet except for the breathing of my mother and me inside the room
.

"It's all your fault, why did you have to bring up that guy surnamed Zhao!" my mother said angrily.

"Mom, why do you get so excited when you hear that guy surnamed Zhao?" I asked, as if possessed.

"You're going to die! Mom just... just..." Mom's face flushed red with shame and hatred. She pinched my thigh hard. "
You and that Zhao guy are both bad people!"

"How am I not a good person?"

"You and that Zhao guy are both bastards who ruined other people's innocence!" Before she finished speaking, Mom chuckled and hugged me, putting
me on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rolled around on the bed. Mom's fragrant lips pressed against my mouth like a snake.
Our two wet tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva.

The familiar yet distinctive taste of my mother's saliva inexplicably excited me. I savored
her tongue as if sucking on nectar, gulping down her saliva. Meanwhile, my hands weren't idle; I groped downwards, tearing open her
sexy bikini. My hands frantically grabbed and pinched her firm,
smooth breasts, while my restless penis poked and prodded against her full mons pubis.

"Mom, I want it," I cried, my throbbing penis unable to resist any longer, finally giving in to my craving.

Mom, being a sensible woman, cooperated by adjusting our position in the doggy style. Looking at me with seductive eyes, she said,
"Alright, come on."

I looked down and saw that Mom's vagina was already overflowing with fluid,
thick her opening, soaking and messing up the dark pubic hair around her mons
pubis. I pressed my penis down, and with a little effort, it slid in effortlessly, thrusting in and out like a storm.

Mom moaned softly, her arms swaying weakly like
a puppet, her large, white breasts jiggling. I couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing her full, round
, and elastic breasts, kneading them wantonly.

The sounds of our bodies colliding in the room were exceptionally clear. I looked down and saw that with
each thrust of my penis, the dark red flesh of my mother's vaginal walls was constantly turning in and out, and the vaginal fluids that came out smeared my penis
with a white, cloudy mess. The purplish-red clitoris above my mother's labia was hard, erect, and perky. I couldn't help but reach out and touch
it . My mother's reaction became even stronger, and her moans suddenly turned into gasps of "ah ah."

I mischievously said to my mom, "Mom, imagine yourself as Director Zhao, quick!"

Upon hearing the name Director Zhao, my mom immediately trembled violently, as if electrocuted, her breathing
becoming labored. In that instant, I felt waves of vaginal fluid gushing out from deep within her, violently
washing over my glans as I thrust forward. The overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed me, and I ejaculated several times
in quick succession.

Afterwards, my mom and I lay naked together, too exhausted to get up, only able to
gasp for breath. "Mom, you're really horny. You came as soon as I mentioned Director Zhao," I said, swallowing.

"Hmph, you men are all animals, all you know is to fight over women." Mom retorted irritably.

"I didn't."

"Just keep pretending. You two are cut from the same cloth. You got a shock when you delivered that old man, Director Zhao,
and that's why wanted to do 'that' with me. I can tell."

"What! Dad knows about your relationship with Director Zhao!?"

"Shh, keep your voice down! You should be able to guess a little. There are tons of people trying to bribe Director Zhao to get him to do things for them
. Our family doesn't have more money than theirs, so why should he help us and not others? Your
dad probably also realized that without my help as his wife, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"Dad tacitly approved?"

"What could he do?"

"How much does Dad know?"

"Not much. He probably thinks it's not like he's letting his wife become someone's mistress. He
figured she could get such a big benefit from sleeping with someone once, so he just turned a blind eye."

"Dad didn't scold you, did he?"

"He wouldn't dare!? Okay, stop talking nonsense. Get up and get ready. Mom's tired and needs to go back to sleep." Mom got up,
grabbed a tissue, wiped her genitals briefly, threw the tissue aside, got out of bed, put on her silk nightgown, and headed out. "Oh
, right, find that condom before tomorrow morning. Don't let your dad see it and get suspicious, remember?" Mom reminded me.

"Mom, I ejaculated inside. You're not pregnant, are you?" I suddenly remembered this and hurriedly asked.

"Does Mom need you to remind me of something so important? Don't worry, it's my safe period today."

"What if I really am pregnant?" "

Then just pass it on to your dad."

"Then Mom, give me a big, healthy son!" I laughed.

"Go to hell! Give birth to your big-headed idiot!"

Mom retorted irritably, slamming the door shut as she left the room and went back to the main house.

Heh heh, some things really shouldn't be said lightly. What if it comes true?

Sunday was May Day. I finished breakfast and was about to go back to my room for a nap when Dad suddenly suggested
the whole family go swimming, thinking there wouldn't be many people on the first morning the pool opened. Looking at
my dad patting his chest and confidently asserting his point, I almost fainted. Oh my god, it's May Day today, don't you know? The whole of China has
been holding back for half a year, waiting for this day to go out and let loose. You, an old man, still want to squeeze in with everyone? My mom was also extremely unwilling, but she had no choice .
Under my dad's combination of soft and hard tactics, and threats and inducements, my mom and I had no choice but to reluctantly give in. Oh well, let's go back to the room to get our swimming gear. My swim trunks and goggles were just lying in the corner of the room. Although they were a bit dirty and covered in dust, I was too lazy to wash them. They'd be clean after a swim, right? Hehe. I packed my things into a bag, wanting to hurry up and call my parents, but as soon as I reached the main bedroom door, I heard my dad's voice, "Lihua, this is way too revealing." Wait, what's going on? I stopped and quietly pressed my ear against the slightly ajar door to listen. "Well, there's nothing I can do, this is all I have," came my mother's disgruntled voice from inside. "You have a one-piece swimsuit too." "I can't fit into that anymore, I've gained weight around my waist after giving birth," my mother retorted. What's going on? I quietly pushed open the door and was delighted to see my mother wearing a black bikini . The top was designed to push up her breasts, creating a deep cleavage around her 36C full breasts. A large portion of her fair and delicate breasts was exposed. The narrow thong made her large buttocks look firm and perky. Although the slight bulge around her waist was a bit of an eyesore, her graceful figure and the mature, sexy aura she exuded immediately aroused me. Dad looked a little embarrassed when he saw me come in. Mom seized the opportunity to say to him, "Old Zhang, go ask the kid if it's revealing. You 're such an old-fashioned person." I smiled awkwardly, though my manhood was already erect. I awkwardly adjusted my posture, not daring to say anything. Mom continued to tease Dad, "When I was dating your dad, I went swimming wearing something even more revealing than this, and he didn't say a word. Now, he's so picky." "That was then," Dad hesitated. "Hey, Old Zhang, if you think it's too revealing, then I won't go. It'll save you the trouble." "No way, no way," Dad waved his hands repeatedly, giving in helplessly. When the three of us excitedly arrived at the swimming pool, we were stunned. The already small community swimming pool was packed with people, and the ticket sellers were even having to stop a large group of people trying to get in. Seeing this, we knew we were out of luck and had to head home. Luckily, we had come by motorcycle, so going back wasn't tiring. I rode on my dad's motorcycle, and my mom drove her own. As we approached the neighborhood, we passed the market, and Dad suggested we buy some groceries. Just as Dad turned into the market, Mom said…

"I have to go back first," I said, and drove off. As my dad and I parked the motorcycle and were picking out vegetables, I suddenly remembered: Mom,
to save time, was wearing that bikini under her sportswear—the one that had just made my blood boil. A wicked thought popped into my head
. I lied to my dad, saying I needed to go home to have diarrhea, and tricked him into unlocking the motorcycle.

I sped home. Actually, the market isn't far, and I was downstairs in no time. I parked the motorcycle, took the key,
and rushed upstairs, hoping to buy myself as much time as possible for another battle with Mom, hoping she hadn't had time
to change out of that bikini. Heh. As soon as I got home and closed the door, I rushed straight to Mom's room. And, coincidentally, Mom was
taking off her sportswear in front of the vanity mirror.

My mother was startled when she saw me and asked in surprise, "You bought groceries so quickly? Where's your dad?"

I didn't bother to answer and rushed forward to hug my mother and throw her onto the bed. Almost at the same time, I pressed down on her,
kissing while impatiently touching her smooth, tender body and the soft, elastic
breasts under the smooth swimsuit fabric.

My mother, panting, finally managed to push me away and hurriedly said, "No..." But

I wouldn't listen to her. I pulled my mother's little triangle swimsuit up to her knees, then lifted her thighs up and
spread them into a V shape. I suddenly lowered my head and pressed my mouth against my mother's dark purple vulva and began to lick it.

"Don't lick, don't lick!" Mom quickly pushed me away, shouting, "Mom just had diarrhea, it's dirty!"

"Mom, it's the anus that's dirty, it's okay, I won't lick it."

"No, no! You're not disgusted, but I am! This time it's really not okay, Mom isn't in
the mood right now..."

Even though Mom was unwilling, my penis wouldn't cooperate, and without caring about Mom, I took off my pants and
forcibly into Mom's vagina, but I didn't expect it to be so dry inside, and after only a couple of thrusts, my penis started to hurt. I
had to stop and anxiously asked my mother, "Mom, why aren't you wet?"

My mother snorted and said, "You think I'm wet just because you say so? We women aren't like you, you can just do whatever you want
. Okay, okay, get out of here, you're hurting me."

Helpless, I had to back out, but I was still unwilling to give up. Seeing that my mother had pulled up her swim trunks and was about to get off the bed, I
suddenly had a good idea. I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, don't worry, I have a way."

"What?"

"Don't ask, just do as I say."

I lay down on the bed, took off my pants, and gestured for my mother to sit on my penis.

My mom is a smart woman, and she immediately understood what I meant. She straddled my legs, lowered her hips to balance herself
, and began slowly rubbing her genitals against my penis through my swim trunks. I took a deep breath,
enjoying the slippery, cool sensation of the bikini fabric. Seeing that I was enjoying it, my mom
stroked my exposed glans, trying to stimulate me to ejaculate quickly.

"Why aren't you ejaculating yet? Hurry up!" After a while, my mom started to get impatient.

"Mom, you can't ejaculate like this, let's change positions."

At my suggestion, Mom got out of bed and stood up, legs together. I took the opportunity to step forward and insert my penis
between Mom's plump vulva and inner thighs from behind, mimicking the action of fucking. I started thrusting, while my hands were also busy,
reaching around to the front to tear open Mom's swimsuit bra and grabbing her proud, full breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Since Mom is 168cm tall, taller than me at 165cm, our positions were just
right for me to thrust my penis between Mom's plump buttocks. Mom gripped my arms tightly to maintain the position, and
the womanly fragrance emanating from her fair and delicate neck made me feel excited and lightheaded.

But I probably didn't control my strength well; Mom was jostled forward by my impact from behind, barely managing to regain her
balance. My penis slipped open several times, and just as I was about to put it back in, the
doorbell . Damn, what a mood killer! Dad must have come downstairs and couldn't find his key.

I had no choice but to go and open the door for him, and Mom quickly put her clothes back on. Ugh, another disappointment.
I didn't get a chance all day. Having held back all day, I finally managed to sneak into the bathroom after Mom and Dad went to sleep, grab Mom's clothes from
the washing machine finally take care of myself.

Like many people who have a "wise man's time" after masturbating, after my concentrated release of
sexual desire , I obediently returned to the normal track of life. After all, life isn't a porn
film; it's impossible to have so many steamy scenes or taboo incestuous mother-son relationships every day.

In the days following May Day, I was busy with school and my internship, running back and forth between home and school. Although there
were a few opportunities to be alone at home with my mother, neither of us initiated anything. It was as if nothing had happened
, or at least my mother and I tried our best to pretend that nothing had happened. Life
continued as before.

Lately, things haven't been going well at work; I might have to change bosses. Sigh, better not to talk about it. The third installment of the "My Mom and I"
series is finally out! Actually, the draft was almost ready in at least two weeks, but I kept wanting to revise it,
and I was also busy with work, so it was delayed until the day before National Day. I'm sorry to have kept my fans waiting (I finally kept my
promise to finish it in October, phew, so tiring).
The original plan was for the third installment to have more content than the current one, but I had to cut it due to time constraints. However, the following
content will be added to the fourth installment. The fourth installment may take some time to come out, at least until the beginning of November.
But I guarantee that I will not cut corners on either the quality or the amount of text.
Okay, that's all for now. Please leave your valuable suggestions in the comments. Please be gentle with your criticism; I don't appreciate harsh criticism, and if you hit me too hard,
I might not dare to write anymore, haha. Thank you all for your continued support and understanding. I wish all my fellow wolves
a happy and all your dreams of having sex and picking up girls come true!

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