Uncontrolled maternal love

"Then I'll be going now." Father put down his chopsticks, patted his belly contentedly, said goodbye to Mother and me, picked up his clothes from the coat rack by the door, and prepared to leave.

Mother also put down her chopsticks, helping Father with his luggage while reminding him to be careful and take care of himself while traveling. Father chuckled and replied, "Alright, alright, I'm away on the road for most of the year, what's there to worry about?" Although he said that, Father was clearly pleased with Mother's concern. I got up to help my mother pack her luggage. My father patted my shoulder and said, "Son, with Dad not home and your brother living at school, you're the only man in the house. You need to listen to your mother, help her out, study hard, and don't let her worry about you." I nodded. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom while you're away." As I spoke, I gave my mother a meaningful look. She clearly understood the implication in my words, and a blush rose on her fair face. My father nodded without noticing, took the handbag from my mother, and said, "I'm off then. Please bear with me while I wait." My mother waved her hand. "I'm not tired. But you, drive carefully, it's okay if you drive slowly, as long as everyone is safe." My father didn't say anything more, nodded to my mother and me, and turned to go downstairs.

I didn't go back to the dining table, but rushed to the balcony and anxiously peered out. After about two minutes, I saw my father appear downstairs. Once he started the car, I waved vigorously. My father obviously saw me too, honked the horn twice, and the car slowly started moving, quickly turning out of the community gate and disappearing from sight.

"Whoa!" I yelled, frantically kicking my shorts off the floor as I rushed into the kitchen. "Mom, Dad's gone!"

My mother turned around and saw that my pants were off, my half-erect penis dangling between my legs. Her face flushed, and she turned her head back, continuing her work while muttering, "What kind of behavior is this? Besides, your dad just left, and it's so early in the morning. It's not good to do...do that kind of thing!"

I ignored my mother's insincere words. Although we had crossed that final line more than a year ago, my mother still couldn't shake her shy nature as a virtuous wife and mother. I had done oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex, but she was still ashamed to say the word "sex." But that was precisely my mother's charm. Although in bed my mother could abandon everything and cater to my lewd thoughts and desires as a simple, sexually craving mature woman, she would still blush when I brazenly exposed my penis, which was familiar with every orifice on her body, even when it was just the two of us.

I chuckled, "Mom, Dad stayed home for three days this time, and I was really pent up. Besides, I have the day off today, so you have to let me have my way with you... have a good time."

Hearing this, my mother looked at me with affection and nodded gently.

I walked behind my mother and lifted her nightgown. My mother slightly parted her legs, placed her hands on the edge of the sink, leaned forward, and silently cooperated with my movements. I easily pulled my mother's pink cotton panties down to her ankles. She lifted her leg slightly, taking her right foot out of the panties. I simply let the rolled-up panties hang on her left ankle. Hehe, it looked rather lewd, more arousing than if she were completely naked.

Holding my mother's plump, soft waist, I hooked a small stool to the side and stood on it. My mother also twisted her waist, raising her full, white buttocks higher towards me. Sigh, my father isn't short, and my mother, at 168cm, is also tall and outstanding among women. My brother is also very tall, so why do I seem to be stuck in a shell? I'm almost fifteen and still not as tall as my mother. I shook my head, casting aside my untimely little frustration, swallowed hard, and pressed my already hard, burning-hot cock, almost touching my stomach, against my mother's sacred place hidden beneath the lush grass. The ferocious purple glans slowly parted my mother's two dark red labia, and with a "whoosh," it slid completely into my mother's not yet fully moist vagina. The layers of fleshy folds inside the cavity were forced apart by my hard cock, and the intense friction almost made me ejaculate immediately, something I had been holding back for days.

After my penis was fully inserted, I paused for a moment. My mother relaxed her tense muscles and slowly swayed her soft waist from side to side. I tried to reach my hand from under her crotch to the front to stimulate her clitoris. Soon, my sensitive mother's breathing became rapid. After kneading it a few more times, my mother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Son, move, stop touching me."

I naturally didn't refuse. I held my mother's soft, fleshy, white buttocks with both hands and began to thrust back and forth vigorously. My disproportionately large penis thrust in and out of my mother's already sufficiently wet vagina, producing lewd, wet sounds.

As my penis thrust in and out of my mother's wet, slippery vagina, copious amounts of nectar overflowed from her tender labia. While pumping, I dipped my hand in the glistening love juice and teased my mother's small, brown anus. Although I had been developing her anus for several years, after I reminded her, she frequently practiced Kegel exercises, which allowed her anus to easily and quickly swallow my disproportionately large penis while maintaining sufficient tightness and elasticity. I have always been captivated by my mother's anus… uh… my cock.

It's strange, but when my mother only allowed me to release my desires through her anus, all I longed for was to possess her vagina like my father did. But after actually crossing that final line and invading her vagina, which had only ever received my father's penis for years, after the initial novelty wore off, I found my mother's anus more arousing. So now, when I have sex with my mother, I mostly prefer to fuck her anus. Perhaps it's because I took her virginity from her anus; for me, the feeling of conquest is greater when my penis enters her tight anus. My mother had no objection to this. After all, in her view, although she had repeatedly tolerated my increasingly lewd behavior because of her doting on me, until I finally succumbed to the abyss of incest between mother and son, deep down, the simple-minded mother still felt uneasy about her betrayal of her husband. Satisfying me with her anus could slightly alleviate this guilt. After all, the reason my mother was able to allow me to have anal sex with her in the beginning was because she felt that the anus was not a sexual organ, and that using her anus to accommodate her son's penis was no different from using her hands or legs to make me ejaculate, and therefore not considered sexual intercourse. Of course, now that I've fully explored all three of my mother's orifices, she wouldn't have such naive, almost ignorant thoughts. However, compared to her vaginal openings, she's more accepting of anal sex. But I

digress. I brought my attention back to my mother's beautiful body. Her nightgown was rolled up to her armpits, and the back clasp of her pink bra was undone. I paused my lower body movements, pressing myself against her smooth, bare back. My hands caressed her full breasts, playing with her plump, soft nipples, which swelled like purple grapes. Occasionally, a firm squeeze and tug made her let out a soft moan.

I probed my mother's now soft and moist anus again, then straightened up with satisfaction, pressing her plump, white buttocks down further to adjust my position. My large, purplish glans, menacingly erect, pressed against her slightly twitching anus, and with a sudden burst of force, I forced open her small anus. My mother groaned softly, her body swaying slightly, her sphincter muscles tightly gripping the glans that had just entered her anus. But she quickly relaxed, and I felt the pressure at the tip of my penis ease slightly, then began to slowly apply force. The dense folds of my mother's anus were completely flattened, and her rectum twitched and contracted, accepting the entry of the foreign object. I watched my dark, thick penis slowly disappear between my mother's fair, round buttocks, a lewd scene that always excited me.

My mother moaned softly, and my hands, which had been resting on her ample buttocks, unconsciously tightened, my fingers digging into her plump flesh. Only when I felt my lower abdomen pressing against her round buttocks did I exhale, stopping my penis from penetrating any further, allowing my mother some time to adjust. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's small earlobe, patting her buttocks to signal that I was about to move. My mother twisted her waist slightly. Without hesitation, I embraced my mother's snow-white buttocks and began thrusting my penis, my mother also trying to move her body in coordination with my movements. Slowly, I held my mother's soft, plump body tightly, while my penis thrust heavily into her hot rectum, accompanied by the resounding "slap! slap! slap" of flesh colliding with the intense movements. The

harder I fucked my mother, the more vigorously her snow-white, plump buttocks swayed, her thighs spread wide, making it easier for my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah..." With my mother's twisting and shaking hips, I quickly reached the climax of ejaculation. I gripped my mother's snowy buttocks tightly with both hands, trying to spread her two thick buttocks apart. After a violent thrust, as if I wanted to squeeze both testicles in, my penis sank all the way into my mother's anus. Immediately afterwards, cloudy semen spurted from the tip of my glans and shot deep into my mother's rectum.

After ejaculating, I was still lying on my mother's back, my penis throbbing and spitting out the remaining semen deep in my mother's anus. I squinted and enjoyed the pleasure brought to me by the involuntary contraction and spasm of my mother's rectum after the stimulation of ejaculation. The highly elastic anal walls firmly wrapped around my penis, which slowly shrank after ejaculation. My mother knew I hadn't released on her for several days, and once definitely wouldn't be enough, so she obediently endured my riding.

Before long, my penis regained its strength, and I didn't pull out of my mother's anus. Using the semen that had been ejaculated inside as lubrication, I began to thrust in and out with great force. My mother also began to moan sweetly again...

That day, from morning to noon, I hardly left my mother's beautiful body. I ejaculated five times in my mother's rectum and vagina. By the time I ejaculated inside her for the last time, the semen had become very thin, and my penis was red, swollen, and stinging from overuse. My mother was exhausted and in pain, and eventually she couldn't maintain the kneeling position anymore. Her upper body was lying on the pool, and I was on top of her, thrusting into her anus at will. Because I didn't pull out after each ejaculation and continued to enjoy the pleasure brought to my penis by the contractions of my mother's anus or vagina, when I finally got off my mother, her vagina and anus could no longer close immediately, and I could see the cloudy semen slowly dripping from her vagina and anus. Later, my mother told me that in the following days, she had to be very careful when walking and doing things, because if she exerted any force, the sticky semen would flow out of her vagina and anus. She changed her underwear very frequently during those days.

Around that time, the hotel where my mother worked was selected as one of our city's model units for reform and opening up and underwent restructuring. It received investment from a Hong Kong hotel and became a joint venture, resulting in significant changes in its operation and management. Because my mother was relatively young, had an outstanding figure and appearance, spoke good Mandarin, and was experienced, she was promoted to manager of the catering department.

This brought me a new benefit, because the hotel regulations required female employees to wear skirts with stockings or pantyhose and high heels. One day, when my mother came home to rest at noon and I was having sex with her, she hadn't changed out of her work uniform because she got off work a little late. I was surprised to find that my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs looked especially sexy in the flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings and black high heels. The soft and silky stockings tightly wrapped around my mother's slender and full thighs, and they felt smooth and soft to the touch, which was very comfortable. Moreover, it was more convenient for me to have sex with my mother when she was wearing a skirt than when she was wearing pants. If anything happened, I could just pull my penis out and my mother would put down her skirt, and there would basically be no problem.

For convenience and safety, my mother gradually got used to wearing skirts and stockings. This way, when I wanted to enjoy her anus or vagina, I only needed to lift her skirt and pull her underwear down a little. Basically, every day at noon when I came home from school, if my mother was cooking, I would rush into her room, throw down my schoolbag, close the door, go into the kitchen, take out my penis, lift her skirt and pull down her underwear, and thrust it into her. This series of actions was almost done in one go, taking no more than fifteen seconds. Every time, my mother would be startled and subconsciously clench her muscles, making me shudder with pleasure as soon as I penetrated her.

After protesting this act of illicit sex, I restrained myself a little, but my mother had no choice but to accept the reality that I would have sex with her anus or vagina every noon. However, this meant my mother changed her underwear much more frequently each day. Almost every pair of her underwear had been soaked with semen that had flowed from her anus or vagina (my mother didn't want me to use condoms, mainly because she had undergone tubal ligation, which benefited me, as I always enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating inside her).

This gave me another opportunity. After my persistent persuasion, and because changing underwear several times a day was not only troublesome but also likely to arouse suspicion from other family members, my mother finally shyly agreed to not wear underwear at home.

Every day after get off work, my mother would rush to the bathroom to take off her underwear and put it in her bag. I also increasingly enjoyed silently going straight to the kitchen while my mother was cooking, closing the door, lifting her skirt, and skillfully inserting my already hard penis into her anus or vagina. With one hand, I would knead my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs covered by pantyhose or stockings, while the other hand would reach around to the front to play with my mother's full and soft breasts, while enjoying the pleasure that my mother's tight anus or warm vulva brought to my penis.

When no one was home on weekends, my mother would wear black, white, and other colors of stockings and pantyhose that I had specially asked her to buy—colors she rarely wore (back then, unlike now, flesh-colored stockings were in fashion). She would pose in various lewd positions as I requested, allowing me to vent my youthful desires on her plump and fleshy body until her stockings were covered with semen that had flowed from her anus and vulva. I even tried inserting my penis directly into my mother's anus while she was wearing pantyhose (not the open-crotch kind). The delicate silk wrapped around my penis and rubbed against her vaginal walls, which felt so good that I almost ejaculated in a few strokes. That day, I ejaculated particularly violently, leaving a large puddle of semen on the anal area of my mother's ultra-thin black pantyhose. However, because this could easily damage the pantyhose, and the stimulation of the pantyhose rubbing against the rectum was not comfortable for my mother, she usually didn't approve of me doing this and would only allow me to do it once every one or two months.

That morning, as I was enthusiastically fucking my mother's plump buttocks encased in flesh-gray transparent open-crotch stockings, she turned her head to face me, who was vigorously thrusting into her anus, and said, "I got a call from your uncle yesterday. The apartment his work unit helped us with is finished, and we can pay and get the keys next month. You're off this weekend, right? Why don't you go look at the apartment with Mom?"

"Sure, but I wonder if it will still be this convenient in the new apartment. What will I do if I want Mom later?" I slowed down the pace of my thrusting into my mother's tight anus, feeling somewhat unenthusiastic.

"Hmm... a little harder... silly child, as long as your dad is out driving, there will always be a chance. Besides, if it really doesn't work, ah, we'll just wait until you're on vacation and go to a hotel so Mom can let you do it... Oh, hurry up and do it, don't be late for school." Seeing that I was a little unhappy, my mother flattered me by forcefully contracting her anus a few times, which made me feel quite comfortable.

I thrust in and out vigorously dozens more times, patting my mother's plump, silky buttocks: "Mom, lift your buttocks higher, and squeeze them like you did before."

My mother simply put her hands on her knees, making her entire beautiful and alluring anus completely exposed before my eyes. At the same time, she forcefully contracted her sphincter muscles, tightly gripping my penis. It felt like a soft and warm little hand was gripping my penis, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening. A faint suction came from deep within my mother's anus, making my glans feel incredibly sore and pleasurable.

I squeezed and kneaded my mother's plump buttocks, encased in flesh-gray pantyhose, feeling the silky smoothness and fleshy texture through my fingertips. My waist thrust rapidly back and forth, recklessly pumping in and out of my mother's light brown anus, which was stretched smooth by my penis, occasionally inserting into her nectar-drenched vagina to lubricate it. My mother held her knees with both hands, raising her sexy, stockinged buttocks high, completely exposing what is the most hidden and sacred part of a woman to her son. Her long, beautiful hair hung down, obscuring her dreamy eyes and flushed, clean face. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft moans with my vigorous thrusting, making it impossible to recognize her former dignified and beautiful appearance.

In this position, which was extremely satisfying to conquer and exhausting, I thrust in deeply, my penis penetrating to the root, shooting out large gushes of cloudy white semen that pounded against her anal walls.

My hands sank deep into my mother's plump buttocks, her legs slightly bent, her hands now supporting her on the ground, receiving the onslaught of her son's semen in a lewd and alluring pose. After I ejaculated, I pulled out my sticky penis with a "pop" sound. I casually smeared the semen and vaginal fluid stuck to my penis on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings. I then used my thumbs to pry open my mother's slowly closing anus and watched the cloudy semen adhere to the red flesh and slowly slide down. I smiled with satisfaction.

My mother straightened up only after I signaled her, frowning as she touched the semen I had smeared on her inner thigh. She tapped my forehead disapprovingly and said, "You little rascal, you love doing disgusting things. Now I have to bring your filth to work again." I chuckled awkwardly, not daring to answer. Once I got off my mother, our relationship returned to normal. My mother remained gentle yet strict, and I was still the son who loved her but was also a little afraid of her.

My mother quickly wiped our lower bodies with toilet paper, straightened my wrinkled pantyhose in front of the mirror, dressed me properly, and straightened my collar. She nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go, don't be late."

My mother and I walked out the door side by side, chatting and laughing. We kept nodding and greeting the neighbors along the way. At an intersection, we parted ways and headed towards the school and the hotel, respectively. When I waved goodbye to my mother, we looked no different from any other mother and son in the city. Perhaps only the lingering lewd smell in the bedroom and the semen still smeared on my mother's thighs under her skirt and stockings revealed the unusual relationship between us—oh, and the semen I ejaculated into my mother's tight anus!

Chapter Two:

The morning at school passed quickly. Since my mother's mature and voluptuous body became the way I released my excess desires, I studied with even more enthusiasm—if my grades dropped, my mother would reduce the number of times we made love. Conversely, if my grades were good, my mother would blush and agree to some lewd games with me. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying is now soaring.

After quickly tidying up my desk, I chatted and laughed with a few classmates as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast wave of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode at a brisk pace, and soon I parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home; I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I entered. I quietly opened and locked the door, then quickly pulled down my pants and, bare-chested, tiptoed into the kitchen. Hehe, my grandma was taken to Hebei by my second aunt to visit her granddaughter half a month ago. My dad is away on a road trip and won't be back for at least three more days. Once the door is closed, it's just my mom and me at home, so I'm happy to take the opportunity to be a little more unrestrained.

The flames on the gas stove burn quietly, the soup pot makes a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef soup fills the air. My mom took off her coat and put on a long white floral apron, her back to me as she chopped vegetables. Her full, fleshy buttocks stretched the light blue apron tightly, and because she was leaning forward while chopping vegetables, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips.

Two long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—ha, the grayish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably stained with my semen, so my mother had changed them—and she wore black patent leather pointed high heels. Her hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow. My mother turned around alertly and saw my ugly, peeking-in, erect penis. She was both annoyed and amused, and with a shy yet reproachful tone, she told me to leave. Already completely aroused by my mother's office lady outfit, stockings, and high heels, I naturally wouldn't listen. With a sly grin, I pressed myself against my mother from behind, and before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily began to knead her smooth, soft, fleshy buttocks.

My mother merely swayed her ample buttocks slightly, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!"

I completely ignored her, preoccupied with playing with my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks, even setting one hand around to her lower abdomen, caressing her thick, soft pubic hair and her two soft, moist labia through her pantyhose, while my middle finger gently thrust in and out of my mother's warm, jade-like honey hole.

Since my mother and I became intimate, her mature body has become increasingly sensitive under the nourishment of my vigorous penis. As I caressed her genitals and buttocks, her breathing became less gentle and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, which I guided into her flower with my middle finger, was stained with water. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her full thighs slowly spread wider and wider. The movement of her hands chopping vegetables also slowed down.

I could no longer contain my surging desire. I pressed down on my mother's slender waist, making her lift her plump, round, pert buttocks high. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose up to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly slid into her already overflowing, tender honey hole, thrusting fiercely.

My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and elastic.

With each thrust, my mother's round, snowy buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands, which were gripping her waist, to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, making a series of crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had already stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now glistening with desire. Her juices gushed from her red, sticky vulva, leaving trails of wetness on the flesh-colored pantyhose that covered her smooth, long legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot cock churn freely in the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous cock, covered in the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vulva and expertly thrust it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent thrusts, lay loose on the table, her long, glossy black hair cascading down. Her fiery red cheeks clung to the surface, and she cradled her full, white buttocks in her arms, her tight, supple anus bearing the thrusts of my thick penis.

My right hand kneaded her breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand roughly gripped her thighs, which were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose. My penis thrust forcefully into the depths of her small anus. Her once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, and her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed to melt like oil, making soft, smacking sounds with each thrust. My mother's honey pot was constantly gushing with lustful fluids as my penis violated her anus. My scrotum touched it, and I could feel the heat inside her honey pot.

My intense thrusting caused my mother's body to tremble uncontrollably, her nipples hardening and her tight anus clenching around my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure.

Meanwhile, my left leg was still rubbing against my mother's stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight, throbbing pain as my penis filled her anus. The hard glans scraped against the soft, folded walls of her intestines, every subtle sensation sending shivers down her spine, not to mention the electric shock-like feeling from each deep, forceful thrust. Although she was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble each time. My

son's thick, hard, and hot penis ruthlessly forced open her most sensitive and tender anus, thrusting wildly inside her rectum, making her feel as if her body was melting into my son's powerful penis.

As I thrust into my mother's soft anus, she moaned softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her moans gradually grew more rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks trembling under my thrusts. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body shaking violently.

I had actually been holding back for a long time. At this moment, my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, and the soft, wrinkled intestinal walls were constantly undulating around my shaft. This made me immediately release my pent-up ejaculation and ejaculate deep inside my mother's rectum, releasing the second wave of semen that day inside her. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, maintaining a position where one hand was grasping her stalactite and the other was caressing her full thighs covered by shiny flesh-colored stockings, pressing against my mother's back.

Several minutes passed, and my mother's breathing returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks with her back hand, and I reluctantly pulled my now limp penis out of her anus. Still wanting more, I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against my mother's silk-stockinged legs. The delicate touch of the silk made my limp penis, which had just ejaculated, feel exceptionally comfortable.

My mother straightened up after lying down for a while, affectionately tapping my forehead with her index finger. "You, the first thing you think about as soon as you get back is this. You were just here this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper of yours? At the parent-teacher meeting after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so eager to hand in your papers early in several subjects and then carefully checked them, your score would have been higher and your ranking would have been better..."

"Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted my mother. Please, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from where I just ejaculated, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies. This scene was too bizarre. I was worried that things might develop to the point where, while I was passionately thrusting into my mother, she would also discuss my studies, and I would definitely become impotent.

My mother rolled her eyes at me: "Now you know you're hungry, huh? You just got back and you're already rushing to do it on your mother. Back then, even if dragon meat were placed in front of you, you probably wouldn't have the eye to look at it. You should be starved a few times to teach you a lesson." As she said this, my mother still quickly and quickly cleaned up her messy crotch, put her clothes back on, and busied herself serving me rice and dishes. In just a few minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom will go get some soup... Oh, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother reminded me a couple of times, and then hurriedly went into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant breeze behind.

A moment later, Mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop a spoonful and sip it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face, still flushed from the afterglow of the soup. Only then did she serve herself a bowl of rice and sit down to eat.

Mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. By the time I finished three bowls, Mother had just finished too, and she served us both another bowl of soup.

With our stomachs full, my mind started to wander again. I stretched my leg under the table and rubbed my foot against Mother's shapely calves, which were covered in stockings. Mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, Mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned and moved closer to my mother, pretending to offer to help her tidy up, but my hands were already already rummaging through her narrow skirt, touching her round, pert buttocks, enjoying the smooth texture of the silk and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and pert, contrasting with her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. Her fair, fleshy buttocks were plump, tender, and full of alluring elasticity. After putting on her flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, the thin flesh-colored stockings covering her entire lower body were stretched open by her fair skin, becoming light and translucent. The silk fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung tightly to my skin like a second skin. My fair skin was faintly visible beneath the stockings, making it appear even more rounded and tender. My plump buttocks looked alluring and tempting, adding to my seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them even a few times, my mother slapped my hand away from her bottom and told me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

Knowing my mother's temper, I didn't dare to disobey again and obediently withdrew my hand. However, I still made a request to her, "Mom, after you're done getting ready, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to hug you while I sleep."

My mother rolled her eyes at me, "Okay, okay, my little darling, go to sleep now."

Only then did I kiss my mother on the cheek with satisfaction, go into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for my mother.

I had intended to wait until my mother came before being affectionate with her for a while, but the intensity of high school studies was really high. Lying in the warm and comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent on the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft and plump body crawl into the blankets and hug me from behind.

Although I was still very sleepy, I subconsciously turned around and hugged my mother. My mother chuckled softly and pulled me closer into her arms. Her two long, slender legs in stockings intertwined with mine, and her full breasts pressed against my chin. I groaned comfortably, my hand sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, pert buttocks wrapped in delicate silk fabric, kneading them a couple of times. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep, my body entwined with my mother's.

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my sweet dream. I yawned, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, and stretched lazily. I had a great nap today. Although I only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed when I woke up.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and go out quickly. I quickly got dressed and washed my face. My mother was already waiting for me at the door.

I walked out quickly, and as I passed by my mother, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, which earned me a big eye roll from her. "You're a high school student now, still acting like a child." I chuckled and didn't say anything, and went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways with my mother at the intersection, we went to work and school separately. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

Time flew by, and the weekend arrived quickly. I accompanied my mother to see the new house. It was in a newly built community in our city, a bit further out than our current community, but the building itself and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than before. There were also two bus lines passing by the community entrance, making it convenient for going to school or work. The apartment layout was good, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a subsidized housing project, a benefit provided by my uncle's procuratorate to its employees, the price was very favorable. My mother immediately expressed her satisfaction, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, my father returned from a trip, and my mother excitedly told him about the apartment. My father waved his hand and said: "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that, after discussions with my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being too old to climb stairs, decided to live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother also living at school, only my parents and I would normally live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father went out to drive, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us—I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovations took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding the floors, so ten days was already quite a long time.

After the renovations were finished, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul away some of the larger furniture and appliances in two trips. For the remaining lighter and more fragile items, he asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace.

Before this move, I had already made up my mind: last time, I couldn't actually penetrate my mother on the truck, so this time I was going to make up for that regret. Just thinking about raping my mother right under my father's nose made my penis painfully hard.

On the last weekend before the move, my brother also took leave from school to come home and help. Although we didn't have any large items, we filled about twenty boxes and bags of various sizes with all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit down.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, besides the driver's seat, everyone would have to sit in the back.

However, there was still a big obstacle—my mother was wearing long pants for work today, so getting her to take them off in the van for my pleasure was basically out of the question. Looks like I'll have to think of a way…

“Oops!” “Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you in the back.” With my mother's exclamation, I turned around casually and bumped into my mother who had just entered the room, spilling the entire glass of cola I was holding onto her legs.

My mother didn't suspect anything, just complained a few times, and then told me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the clothes I hadn't taken yet. I readily agreed and pushed my mother into the bathroom. "Mom, wait here, I'll get it for you."

After rummaging through the clothes that were already packed in the suitcase, I grabbed the clothes and ran back to the bathroom door. "Mom, open the door, I brought you the clothes."

My mother opened the door a crack, letting me pass her clothes in. Tsk, my mother is really something. I know every part of her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet she's still so shy and guarded.

I reached in, using my shoulder to push the door open, and squeezed myself into the bathroom.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" My mother was both embarrassed and startled, using the clothes in her hand to cover her lower body, which was now only covered by her underwear after she took off her trousers.

"Hehehe, it's okay, Mom, I just saw, Dad and my brother are downstairs! I came to help you change," I replied with a forced smile.

"Hmph! You child..." My mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and looked downstairs. Seeing that my father and brother were both down, she relaxed a little and didn't insist I go out anymore. However, when her gaze returned to the clothes in her hands, she immediately sternly retorted, "I told you to get me a pair of pants, why did you bring this?!"

What I handed my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose.

(Back then, open-crotch pantyhose weren't available for purchase; my mother altered them herself at my repeated requests. The opening was smaller and more discreet, but enough to satisfy her desire for me to have sex with her while she wore them.) Seeing this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind?

I quickly went over and hugged my mother's arm. "Mom, we tried the same thing last time we moved, and Dad and my brother didn't notice. Please be merciful and let me have some comfort this time. Besides, it'll be much safer than last time..."

"Hmph, you, all you think about all day long is this." After all, it has been more than two years since my mother let me penetrate her anus to satisfy my lust. My mother has become more and more accustomed to accepting my various strange and lewd thoughts. Under my persistent cajoling and pestering, and also worried that my father and brother might come upstairs at any time if we entangled for too long, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, no one can tell. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this."

My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!"

I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the rest of the things were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I was fortunate enough to sit next to my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also all sorts of bags and other belongings piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, I was practically invisible to them. As soon as

the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous Game Boy, a handheld game console from Nintendo; ask Baidu if you're interested) that he'd borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; this was much safer!

Unexpectedly, my father, though focused on driving, also scolded me without turning around for piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and smile foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's just easier to put them here. It's inconvenient to carry things up to the back of the car, and it'll save you some trouble when you unload them later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, making me almost cry out in pain.

At this moment, my mother turned her head and glanced at me while playing with her hair. Her beautiful eyes were full of doting and a mischievous smile. The girlish charm that a mature woman unintentionally revealed made me stunned.

Since I started having a physical relationship with my mother, although she doesn't act like the absurd characters in those erotic novels who abandon their maternal dignity and become sex toys for their sons, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers…

Back when I first started anal sex with my mother, she would never have agreed to go without underwear and prepare to satisfy my desires in front of my father and brother. But now, she can easily accept it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which makes me feel a great sense of accomplishment, and my love for her has grown stronger. As

soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to reach under my mother's skirt and start caressing her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap, her legs spread wide. The sheer stockings beneath her skirt outlined the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch and the warmth of her full body instantly aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against her buttocks.

I gestured for her to lift her hips slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from its confinement. When she sat down again, my burning penis pressed directly between her thighs, which were tightly clasped together by her flesh-colored pantyhose. The swollen shaft rubbed against the finely textured, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, a sensation so pleasurable it made me lose all sense of direction.

I thrust my powerful penis back and forth between my mother's stockinged thighs, my hands climbing up from under her shirt to caress her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window, and pushed my hands down, only allowing them to rest on her waist.

I didn't insist, one hand caressing my mother's smooth, soft stockinged legs, the other reaching between her thighs, kneading her genitals through her stockings. Soon, my penis, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second exploration.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks, using her fingers to part the opening of her pantyhose. My erect penis almost sprang to life, pressing straight between her legs. The large glans slid against her labia a couple of times before smoothly plunging into her overflowing, wet vagina.

My mother let out a muffled groan, gripping the top of the front seat back tightly with both hands. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became labored. Fortunately, there was some distance between us, and the car window was slightly open, completely masking her movements with the wind and background noise.

And so, with my mother slightly raised buttocks, my hot penis began to thrust in and out of her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as having sex with my mother in bed, but the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was much stronger than usual.

I thrust like this a few dozen times, because this position was quite tiring. Just then, the car bounced over a pothole, and my mother's legs gave way, causing her to land on my lap. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina and thrust all the way to the bottom of her vagina, firmly pressing against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both my mother and me. My father, clearly having heard, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned to look back with concern.

My mother, unusually quick-witted today, said, "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and lurched a bit. You, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes."

My father chuckled, "Then you'd better hold on tight, the road ahead is rough. Second son, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mother, so hold her tight."

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied dramatically, wrapping my arms tightly around my mother's slender waist. My mother turned and smiled at me, then turned back, saying, "You drive carefully, your son and I are all seated."

Sure enough, the road became noticeably bumpier from there, which was a boon for me. With each bounce of the car, my mother's full, round buttocks tossed up and down, her soft, moist vagina undulating my penis.

Each time it fell, I would grab her waist and pull her down, making it easy for my thick, long penis to plunge into her vagina, pounding against her tender, sensitive cervix. This made her breathing increasingly uneven, and her glazed eyes seemed to be dripping with desire.

Thankfully, my mother was alert and kept her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother saw her aroused state in the rearview mirror, things would definitely go wrong. At this moment, I actually admired my brother. Even on such a bumpy road, he was still engrossed in his small screen, playing with great enthusiasm, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's distracted state, my hand restlessly moved up from her waist, slipping under the edge of her bra and caressing her soft, full breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and as I kneaded and played with them, her breathing became noticeably heavier. My mother was clearly unable to withstand this double assault, whispering, "Stop...stop playing, take your hands off me." As she said this, her face was flushed, and her breathing was erratic—utterly alluring.

I didn't dare to push my luck; if things went too far and my father and the others found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently pulled my hand away and considerately adjusted my mother's bra. After doing this, I pecked my mother's round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back."

My mother hummed in agreement, obediently raising her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted my mother's two plump buttocks with the other. The soft, tender flesh slid open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, which was covered in my mother's nectar, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my thick penis, my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks were pushed inward, and her pink buttocks squeezed around, clamping down on my throbbing shaft.

My mother's tightly closed anus was stretched taut by my penis until it was completely rounded without a single wrinkle, the anal sphincter muscles gripping the head of my penis tightly. At this moment, I stopped pushing forcefully into my mother's anus, allowing her some time to adjust.

After a short while, my mother's sphincter muscles relaxed, and she slowly lowered her body, gently swallowing my penis into her tight, warm anus. Next, there was no need for me to exert any effort at all. My mother used the bumps of the car to swallow my thick cock up and down with her soft anus. Although the movement range was not large, with the help of gravity, my mother's tight anal anus swallowed my entire cock every time. The folds of the inner wall of the intestinal tract made my glans numb. The elastic and tender anus meat tightly wrapped the cock, making me almost hum with pleasure.

Moreover, with my mother sitting on my lap, her flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful silk-stockinged feet. My hands roamed tirelessly over her two silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the delicate and smooth touch of the stockings and my mother's voluptuous and mature body.

Inside my mother's soft and warm anus, the thick flesh coiled around my penis, and her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks, like jelly made of milk, trembled and rippled with each swallow and release of my penis.

After being teased in this way by my mother's anus for about six or seven minutes, I felt my penis was about to reach its limit. I immediately told my mother to raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I hugged my mother's plump and smooth silk buttocks like I was in a horse stance, and tried my best to swing my waist, forcefully penetrating my mother's anus. The crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose was already stained dark with water, and her buttocks were wet and slippery. The anus penetrated by my hot penis seemed to be melting oil, making a soft sizzling sound as I thrust in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but she was afraid that my movements would attract my father's and brother's attention. So, she cooperated by sinking her waist down as much as possible, her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, thrusting back as high as she could. At the same time, she kept relaxing and tightening her sphincter muscles as I thrust in and out.

It felt like a soft, warm little hand was squeezing my penis deep inside her rectum, giving me even more intense stimulation and pleasure. After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few more times, gripping my mother's plump thighs in stockings tightly with both hands. I thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's anus, inserting the entire length. The walls of my mother's rectum immediately wrapped around my penis and began to writhe. I also relaxed my grip, my penis trembling violently as I ejaculated a thick stream of semen deep into my mother's intestines.

Afterward, my legs went weak, and I slumped back into my seat, clutching my mother. My leg muscles were still trembling wildly; that position had definitely been too strenuous. If it had lasted another two minutes, my legs would have cramped.

I lay panting on my mother's back, while she nervously looked ahead: my father and brother, one driving and the other playing a game, were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. She breathed a sigh of relief, first taking out a prepared towel, then shifting her body slightly to let my limp penis slide out of her anus. She quickly wrapped the towel around my penis, which was covered in the fluids of both mother and child, and wiped it clean. She then quickly cleaned her crotch, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odor.

Thankfully, the car window was open, the wind was strong, and because she cleaned it up promptly, there wasn't much of a smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to the seat. She then quietly put on her underwear (which I had stuffed in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly tuck my penis back into my pants and zip it up. She whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up the bag, and then placed my hands on my mother's ample buttocks and beautiful legs—my favorite.

Once everything was mostly settled at home, my father's vacation ended, and he hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I impatiently locked the door, pulled my mother into the room, and onto the newly bought large bed—a bed we'd just bought after moving to our new house, one that even my father hadn't slept on more than a few times—I made my mother assume various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I then used my youthful, hot, thick semen to relentlessly flood every part of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body that could be penetrated…

her wet, slippery vagina… My mother, exhausted, collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of both mother and son, her thick labia parted, and thick semen slowly overflowed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her once tight and elastic anus was now wide open, unable to close, the anal bud slightly exposed to the air.

A stream of thick white semen slowly flowed down the engorged and reddened anal flesh, merging with the semen flowing from her vagina, forming a puddle on the sheets beneath her buttocks.

Looking down, one could clearly see several streaks of water and dried semen on the mother's alluring, full thighs, which were stained with the thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings. They were also torn in several places, and the exposed snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sexy by the flesh-gray stockings. Looking up, one could see a puddle of semen between the mother's heaving, full breasts. Her rosy lips were slightly parted, and she was panting heavily. There was also semen on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks were flushed, and her brows showed both exhaustion and satisfaction.

I was really pent up during my father's two-week stay at home. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, we only had one other quick encounter while my father was renovating the new house. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with my mother in the car. This time, I was completely released, and of course, I went all out until I was completely exhausted. My mother was the same; my father was busy with the renovation and moving, and he was very tired every day. He basically fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Although we had sex a few times, for my mother, who had gradually become accustomed to my burgeoning adolescent desires and had sex at least once a day, my father's pleasure was far less intense than that of her son. Moreover, my mother was in her forties, and her sensitive body, after being deeply explored by me, could not be satisfied by my father's few quick thrusts. So, as soon as my father left, I pulled her into the room, and my mother responded with extra enthusiasm, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more, and we continued until both of us were sore and weak.

I managed to turn over, and my mother and I lay facing each other on our sides, chatting for a while. My mother proactively straddled one of her shapely, long, stockinged legs, allowing me to stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, my mother fell silent.

Because I had once jokingly asked my mother whose penis was bigger, my father's or mine, which made her very angry. She said that she and I had already wronged my father enough, and that my question was like treating her like one of those sluts who slept with any man. She hadn't let me touch her for several days. So when I saw that my mother wasn't saying anything this time, I thought I had made her angry again. Just as I was about to apologize, my mother sighed slowly, "Your father..." She only said two words before falling silent again.

I could tell my mother was troubled, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, she sighed and told me that as my father got older, he couldn't satisfy her as much in bed. She had initially thought it was normal, and because of what happened between us, she felt guilty towards him and had never discussed it with him.

But during this move, she noticed some clues and discovered that he frequently visited prostitutes while on the road—this didn't surprise her too much; men sometimes experience sadness and heartbreak when they're single and away from home for long periods. And what's more, he was having an affair with other family members in the trucking fleet. This made her furious.

However, out of consideration for me, my mother didn't confront my father directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, it was rare for couples to argue, fight, or divorce. And considering her incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have even less right to accuse my father. So, my mother kept these things to herself until today, when one of my unintentional remarks stirred up her feelings, and she finally told me.

Honestly, my first reaction upon hearing this was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel so guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely focus more of her attention and affection on me—a good thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, while you and I can be together at home—a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason we've progressed to this point is more to suppress my adolescent desires and help me focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, she seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's betrayal has greatly facilitated the shift in my mother's mindset, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman will want to completely conquer her, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's what I truly thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity has given me the opportunity to completely transform my mother into my woman.

While gently comforting my mother, I was also deep in thought, and my mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had condoned my physical assaults on her. Now, she could stand naked with her son, discussing her sex life with my father. This maternal love was gradually spiraling out of control…

Chapter Three

: After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, when I saw him again, the unease I couldn't shake off vanished instantly. Before, because I had taken my mother's place, I always felt a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now…! Heh, when I saw my father, I felt a bit angry, but more than that, I felt a sense of accomplishment, like that of a young man who has seized power and status from a weakened old man.

Although my attitude towards my father didn't change on the surface, it was just a facade. Whenever my father lectured me, I would verbally agree, but in my heart, I was disdainful. After all, I had even taken the woman who originally belonged exclusively to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight anus, which my father had never enjoyed. It was hard for me to still feel any fear or trepidation towards my father. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly attached to me and increasingly distant from my father, my sense of accomplishment as a man made me feel more and more that I could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.

Since having this thought, I have become more and more proactive in my interactions with my mother, and she has not been averse to this change at all. On the contrary, when we are alone, she displays more of a submissive attitude, like a wife, and even, with my intentional or unintentional hints, she has begun to try to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he comes home.

My father, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice much of this change in my mother. On the one hand, he himself didn't have much of an urgent desire for his mother's body, which he was already familiar with. On the other hand, many couples my father's age already had a relatively low frequency of sex, and my father had already released his pent-up desires on his lover and didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that his mother hadn't forced him to give her "public rations."

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and silent nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older and couldn't handle long-distance travel all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle pull some strings while he was still in his position to get a transfer back to the office, perhaps doing some dispatching work—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was much easier. If my mother exposed the affair now, my uncle would definitely find out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he might even send my father back to the ancestral hall in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly fall through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that she felt she was even with him. In order to allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and thus concentrate on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she would satisfy my restlessness with her body. But no matter what, the immoral act of incest between mother and son, which is not accepted by society, has always been a shadow that cannot be shaken off in her heart. Especially when facing my father, my mother would always feel guilty and ashamed.

Actually, after discovering my father's affair, my mother initially felt disbelief and anger, but afterwards, she was filled with an indescribable sense of relief. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest, and her breathing became exceptionally easy and smooth.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly approve of my father having a mistress, so she was quite unhappy with his occasional advances. I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped trying to seduce her.

I guess that's how people are. They tend to take what's readily available for granted, and over time, they might even get tired of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would leave my mother's mature and voluptuous body unused and instead seek thrills outside. I've met the woman he hooked up with. Apart from being eight or nine years younger than my mother, and not having as big a breast as my mother—though her breasts were a bit perkier—her buttocks weren't as round, and her skin wasn't as fair. As for her looks, well, in my opinion, she wasn't as attractive as my mother. However, she was quite good at dressing up; maybe that's what people call being flirtatious. But I still prefer the way my mother looked when I rode her on my lap, both shy and full of lust.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and eventually faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, the key reason my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus was so that I could concentrate on my studies after relieving my urges. Now, however, my mother will consciously or unconsciously dress according to my preferences, and she will even change into sexy and revealing clothes when we are alone to please me—of course, she still dresses modestly and modestly in public. Along with this, my mother will never forget to wear all kinds of ultra-thin stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or suspender stockings on her long, full, beautiful legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover, my mother has become increasingly accepting of the audacious requests I made that were previously impossible—thanks to the great internet, my various lewd ideas can be constantly renewed.

When I graduated from junior high school, a few internet cafes had already sporadically opened in our county. During the winter break of my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased. By the winter break of my second year of high school, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few other classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Spring Festival that year. Under Xiaodao's guidance, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then Xiaodao handed me a small note: "Bro, here's something good for you!"

Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC, so I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily followed Xiaodao's instructions step by step, typing on the keyboard (hehe, if you see this URL and smile knowingly, then it proves you and s...). (Just like you, I experienced that era) After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully. "Done. Pick whichever you like to watch."

After saying that, Xiao Dao turned his head and focused on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it and, lo and behold, this guy had already quickly opened a picture. The blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman in the picture was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's on the website I just gave you, take your time looking at it."

I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and clumsily operated the mouse and keyboard. I opened the adult literature section, browsed through it, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly clicked on the incest literature section, opened a story called "My Mother," and began reading it eagerly...

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Dao patted my shoulder, "Brother, let's go back?" He leaned closer as he spoke. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted the article's content—"Son, You Can Shoot Inside Today," an early and well-known incestuous story about a mother and son, and one of the few at the time to focus on anal sex. For me, a little pervert obsessed with my mother's tight anus, it was a real feast.

Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Brother, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, a son fucking his mother's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite enjoyable." After saying that, he glanced sideways at the bulge between my legs, gave me a knowing, wicked smile.

I was a little embarrassed, but also somewhat surprised. It turned out this guy had similar tastes to me. I was wondering why he had found me those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he was into that stuff too! But I wasn't really in the mood to talk to him right now. After reading over ten incestuous stories, my penis had gone from hard to soft and back again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my aroused desires on my mother's voluptuous and alluring body.

After calming my agitated penis down a bit, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing billiards again, and Xiaodao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really wasn't in the mood. What entertainment could compare to the endless pleasure my mother's warm lips, wet and slippery vagina, and soft anus gave me?!

I made up an excuse, and without waiting for them to stop me, I hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was very windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, and every now and then I had to lift my buttocks to adjust—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched very tight in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually takes ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, my lustful mind still made it feel like several hours had passed. I clumsily parked my bike against the wall and rushed upstairs.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague's child is getting married today, and my father went to help drive and pick up the relatives. My brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past three in the afternoon now, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. If nothing unexpected happens, my mother will be home alone.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw my mother's ankle boots and my father's suede shoes lying on the floor by the door. I was stunned: Father was home?! Damn!!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!"

"Yeah, Dad, weren't you going to help Uncle Xu's son with his wedding? Why are you back?" Disappointed, I slowly changed my shoes and asked my father listlessly.

My father was clearly in good spirits and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head, "Ah, several of their relatives from their hometown are going home after lunch. They said they'd come back before the main dinner tonight. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I offered to take them. I can drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around 5 pm to take them to the hotel, saving me a lot of travel. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this."

"Damn it, what bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, but forced a reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen my mother since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 PM, she had just tidied up the house. She must be tired, so she went to bed."

"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time," I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always talks about me with a face full of pride. Every time he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun things he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father had no idea that I, his proud son, had gradually taken over his role and position in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he had never touched, had become the playground for my penis. He had laid my gentle and virtuous wife in various lewd and seductive positions on what should have been their bed countless times. And in his supposedly clean and comfortable home, traces of my mother and I's passionate encounters were almost everywhere—right here on the sofa, I often sat comfortably, watching TV, enjoying the royal treatment of my mother, topless and wearing only sexy stockings and high heels, kneeling between my legs and performing oral sex on me. This was something my father could never have imagined.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and a sense of liberation: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say these words to him, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in a herd. Facing him, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I can now understand a little why, even though no man could tolerate the shame of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, there was no way I could sneak into her bed to enjoy her mature, alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep due to my pent-up desire. I tiptoed to the door and peeked through a crack. My father was smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the drawer in my desk, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient to have sex with my mother, so I would ask her to take off her pantyhose for me to masturbate. This time, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but to be honest, I still prefer stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to grope, rather than them being held in my hands and used for masturbation like this.

He slipped one of the sheer gray pantyhose, which carried a faint scent of his mother's skin, onto his hand, grasped his hard penis, and began to stroke it up and down. With his other hand, he grabbed the other pantyhose and brought it to his face, smelling and licking it.

Ever since my fetish for stockings was discovered, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at their hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of good quality—of course, not cheap either—the material was smooth and soft, and they covered my mother's plump and fleshy long legs. Every time I touched them, I was intoxicated. When I made love with my mother, I almost always had one hand on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, stroking them.

Unable to enjoy my mother's voluptuous body now, I could only masturbate with her stockings. I needed to calm my throbbing penis down first… So, while smelling and licking, my hand kept moving, and my once-fierce penis ejaculated a large gush of thick, cloudy white semen through my mother's sheer stockings, slowly subsiding.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked grey stockings haphazardly under the bed, and crawled under the covers. Feeling much calmer after releasing myself, I soon fell asleep.

I opened my eyes again, and it was my father shaking me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"

"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick people up. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."

"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but after hearing my father's words, I immediately woke up and objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine too. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few relatives from the Xu family. You and your mother should keep an eye on the time; the banquet is set for 6:30, don't be too late. I'll be going now."

I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room too, because she responded, and my father then left.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a close-fitting thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, rushing across the living room and into my mother's bedroom. I dashed to her bed in a couple of strides.

She was getting ready to get up, sitting against the headboard, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in mid-air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When will you ever learn to be more composed?" she said, shaking off half the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

A mother is a mother, after all; her first thought was that I might be cold. I chuckled, then darted under the covers and pressed myself against my mother, planting a firm kiss on her fair cheek.

We'd been lying in bed for a while; my mother's full, warm, and soft body, clad only in her underwear, was pressed against me almost without any gap, making it incredibly comfortable to hold her.

I wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist and pulled her back under the covers. My mother chuckled softly, then reached out and hugged my neck, bringing her lips to mine.

Without hesitation, I captured my mother's moist red lips with my own, my tongue nimbly darting into her mouth, finding her soft, moist tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored my mother's mature and voluptuous body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear in Mandarin, I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised the question, many places call it cotton undershirt and thermal underwear, and that's what I call it in my hometown too), and with her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, my mother made stockings and pantyhose almost a standard part of her wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother wore a pair of flesh-colored, crystal-clear sheer stockings under her bra.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful legs clad in stockings. I eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I savored the warm scent of her body and the smooth texture of the stockings on my tongue and lips, leaving wet streaks on her sheer, flesh-colored stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, alluring moans that seemed to be a mixture of resistance and acceptance.

When my tongue brushed past the lace trim of her stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through a thin layer of silk floss, I diligently licked the hollow between my mother's plump mounds with my tongue. Soon, a large patch of her panties became wet; besides my saliva, the vaginal fluid secreted from her own vulva also contributed significantly.

After giving my mother oral sex through her panties for a while, I slightly raised my head and tried to pull her panties off by biting the elastic band with my teeth. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last barrier protecting her vulva.

My hands caressed my mother's smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs. I buried my head between her thighs again, my tongue parting her already wet vulva and plunging into her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, striving to explore the depths of her honeyed depths. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under my oral stimulation, my mother's initial low hums through her nose grew more rapid, slowly turning into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, making my desire rise even higher.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis hard and throbbing slightly, I finally stuck my head out from under the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's small mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flavor. Then, I hurriedly parted my mother's legs and inserted my hot, hard penis into her already wet and juicy vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina couldn't possibly be as tight as the young women described in books, but the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly, the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrusting in and out of my own mother's vagina was something that no other sensation could replace. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each thrust, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Caught up in the moment

, I bent down and hoisted my mother's two long, slender, stockinged legs onto my shoulders, then lowered my head and gently nibbled at her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. My mother cried out in surprise, looked up and saw my wicked grin. She pinched my chest, both angry and amused. "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's... off?!"

I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed my mother's plump thighs with both hands, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing my mother's muddy flower garden to my eyes. With a sudden thrust, my thick penis, covered in the secretions of both mother and son's genitals, forced open her half-open labia and plunged into my mother's lower body all the way in.

The mother let out a muffled groan, her alluring eyes, almost dripping with moisture, gazing dreamily at her doting youngest son as he thrust wildly into her, releasing his desires. From her perspective, she could see the glistening fluid on the veiny shaft of her son's penis each time it withdrew from her lips, adding a touch of shyness to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, my mother's moans grew louder. I held up my mother's plump, smooth legs in stockings, thrusting my penis vigorously into her honey pot while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate little feet that I had lifted into the air. This caused my mother to add a few ticklish giggles between her moans, and amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my mother's beautiful legs, which were covered in flesh-colored glass stockings, with my saliva.

After thrusting violently on my mother hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had been holding up for a while, patted her fair buttocks, and gestured for her to lie on her side. I then pulled the corner of the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled at me and praised me, "Good son, you know how to care for people now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted one of her plump, stockinged legs. I then knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, and easily slid in to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her honeypot. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets between us. Meanwhile, I sat on her other leg, which was covered in smooth stockings, rubbing against her buttocks and inner thighs with my movements. The smooth, soft sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, further arousing my desire.

However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes while thrusting in and out of my mother's wet and slippery vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath. Partly, my mother's legs were getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own back and legs were aching and numb. After

resting for a bit, I had my mother turn over and raise the other leg. I rubbed my hard, secretion-covered penis against my mother's stockings, pressed it against her light brown anus, which was already soaked with her vaginal fluids, and with a little force, my large, shiny, purplish-red glans pushed open her tight but soft anus, slowly plunging completely between her two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was quite skilled at anal sex, she couldn't just rush in like she had on the flower path.

She let out a long breath, adjusting to the full, hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, signaling that I could move.

With her permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with her soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began thrusting into her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, her smooth, plump buttocks trembling with each thrust of her son's penis, accompanied by soft moans of "Ah...ah..."

As her body writhed, my mother's long hair cascaded onto the pillow, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes half-open and half-closed. She would occasionally furrow her brow at my vigorous movements, appearing both delicate and alluring, which only fueled my frenzied actions. My mother's moans grew louder. My

thick penis slid in and out between my mother's plump, white buttocks, penetrating to the hilt with each thrust, stretching her tender anus even wider. When I withdrew, the monstrous, purplish-red glans caused my mother's small anus to bulge from the cleft of her buttocks. The elastic anal flesh enveloped my penis, sending a warm, soft, and wonderful sensation through me.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, meaty aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into my mother's tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing my mother's snow-white body writhe with my vigorous thrusts, her full breasts and plump buttocks swaying, creating waves of flesh, especially her large, snow-white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft touch of her flesh beneath me, I suddenly felt an indescribable impulse. I raised my arm and slapped my mother's smooth, plump buttocks.

With a crisp "smack," her smooth, white buttocks trembled violently, and the low moan that my mother had been deliberately suppressing in her throat suddenly rose much higher, a groan that seemed to be in pain but wasn't, escaping from her two red lips and scattering into the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed gaze, I relaxed my initial trepidation, chuckled, and mercilessly thrust into her plump, white buttocks, penetrating her anus forcefully, making her tender asshole red and raw. While manipulating her soft anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her trembling buttocks with each thrust. Soon, her once snow-white buttocks were tinged with a vibrant color. With each slap, her moans grew increasingly loud and uncontrollable.

Heh, it seems novels truly are inspired by life but transcend it; even the most absurd and erotic novels are no exception. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic heroines of some novels who were brought to multiple orgasms by me, I felt that every time I slapped her buttocks—I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid that my mother would get angry—her snow-white buttocks would spasm and tighten. Between the soft flesh of her buttocks, a tight ring of flesh gripped my penis, making me feel so good that I almost foamed at the mouth—of course, I was referring to my penis!

I looked down and saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, as if a thin red thread was wrapped around my penis. With a gentle pull of my glans, the soft anus was pulled open, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh, twitching slightly on my penis, ripe and tempting.

By this time, my mother had lowered her legs, lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump, snowy buttocks arched back as she tried to stay upright. I maintained my kneeling position on one of my mother's silk-stockinged legs, grasping her warm, soft, and full buttocks with both hands. I thrust my penis forward, and my mother's anus immediately tightened, pulling it into her buttocks. Her tender anus gripped my shaft tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base of my penis. My entire penis was enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, both tight and slippery.

Holding my mother's plump buttocks tightly, with each round of intense thrusting, my mother's body trembled even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and charming expression. Her wet anus clenched tightly around my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned down and asked in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—"

The tender flesh of her intestinal walls rubbed against my glans, sending a blissful sensation through me. My mother's cheeks were flushed, her hands pressed tightly against the headboard, and she twisted her plump, white buttocks vigorously to meet my thrusts. Her buttocks slapped loudly by my lower abdomen, and her vagina overflowed with lustful fluid.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."

My mother was clearly moved, and she said haltingly, "I'm your... good son... you're mine too..."

Her moans grew more urgent, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling under the thrusting of my penis. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long, and now my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it and writhing incessantly. I immediately released my ejaculation, ejaculating deep inside her intestines.

This ejaculation was exceptionally heavy. I lay on my mother's back, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs pressed tightly against her ample, stockinged thighs, rubbing against her. I squinted, savoring the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks trembled beneath me, her body clenching her still-erect penis, squeezing out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over us, covering ourselves completely, and turned my head to kiss her. She turned her face to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into my mother's small mouth, sucking on her moist, soft tongue until my neck ached. Reluctantly, I released her lips, rolled off her, and lay down beside her.

My mother turned over, smiled gently at me, and said, "We should get up now and get ready to go to the hotel."

"Hmm," I nodded, got up and started getting dressed. My mother finished dressing and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I went back to my room to get dressed, and my mother and I went out and hailed a taxi to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel, my father was already sitting there, chatting animatedly with a group of colleagues. I went over to greet him, but he waved to my mother and me dismissively and went back to his conversation.

My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and sat down. A little while later, my brother arrived, but he only said a few words to us before my father called him to their table to drink. As my father's colleagues at the table said, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now, it's time for him to have a drink."

Actually, my brother drinks alcohol when he goes out to eat with his classmates at the sports school, and my parents probably know about it but turn a blind eye.

Anyway, after a while, the banquet started. Since I was sitting at a table with a group of aunties and grandmas, no one was drinking, so I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was very warm, and there were many people, so the bride was wearing a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China wears wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and the curve of her chest. The bridesmaid was rather plump and clearly less attractive than the bride. I couldn't help but maliciously speculate that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously not as good-looking as herself to serve as a foil.

The bride was standing next to me while she was toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and perky. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me.

After the bride finished toasting and left, I was turning my head to admire her curvaceous back, especially her round, perky buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me. I turned back and saw my mother's puffed-up profile. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; my mother was jealous, huh?

I whispered in my mother's ear that she should find me in the bathroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the bathroom. I walked around the bathroom for a bit, and sure enough, no one was there. I went back to the door and waited patiently for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall with a smug look on my face, my mother blushed and lightly spat, "You naughty son, you're getting more and more irresponsible! What did you call me here for? Go see someone's bride!"

"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell jealousy?" I grinned and went closer to my mother, hugging her tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hand away. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!"

"Okay, let's go inside. I checked, no one's in there." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of home, there were so many people at the banquet, and who knew when someone might walk in? Besides, it was winter, and putting on and taking off clothes was quite troublesome. My mother was very concerned, holding my hand to stop me from doing anything inappropriate, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and faded, you should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride."

Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself. Sighing inwardly, I said to my mother with a serious expression, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful and loving woman in the world. Having you is enough for me; how could I possibly fall for another woman?!"

My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a clichéd line that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make her heart flutter, especially since she had never received a sweet word from my father.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face and her shy, hesitant expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I felt even more aroused. I reached out to undo her belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me have my way in this situation. Finally, my mother persuaded me, blinded by lust, to give me oral sex without taking off my clothes.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees and stood there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me with a hint of embarrassment, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating that afternoon, I had only wiped myself clean; some marks from our lovemaking still remained on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, she will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite nervous making this request for the first time, but after a moment's hesitation, my mother agreed. However, that was because I had given my mother an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But today, it was only stained with some semen and nectar, so my mother naturally didn't mind.

She first licked my entire penis with her nimble tongue, making it shiny and oily, before taking my menacing glans into her mouth and starting to move it back and forth in her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis going in and out between my mother's two red lips, and with my mother trying to make me ejaculate as soon as possible, she used the tip of her tongue to probe the groove between the glans and the shaft while also stroking my testicles with her hand. With my careful guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved significantly, and she can now accommodate my thick, long penis inserted into her throat. So, she frequently opens her mouth wide to vigorously manipulate my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of her tight throat gripping my penis. Other times, she uses the tip of her tongue to gently pry open my urethral opening and brush back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, even though I had just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I was about to reach my limit and sucked even more vigorously. Finally, a strong tingling sensation ran through my mother's mouth as she held my glans, and it began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see that with each ejaculation, my mother's throat moved rhythmically, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used the tip of her tongue to scoop up all the cloudy semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneel at my feet in a submissive posture, performing lewd services on me, I felt that my limp penis, still throbbing after ejaculation, was about to rise again.

My mother suddenly flicked my wet penis lightly. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Now hurry up and get dressed and go out."

I chuckled and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go out and see if anyone was there. I went to the door, looked around, and turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother quickly ran out of the bathroom, thought for a moment, and then looked back at herself in the bathroom mirror to fix her clothes and hair. Only when she felt that everything was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise that I would study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. To be honest, since I became intimate with my mother, I'm not as fearful of her lectures as I used to be. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could still throw a tantrum or give her the cold shoulder. But now, if I dare show even the slightest impatience, it's my mother who becomes the one throwing a tantrum, and she even has a killer move—she won't let me touch her. So, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I can only listen to my mother's nagging with utmost respect.

I affectionately took my mother's arm and walked back to my seat. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own little devils who were always causing trouble with their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a relationship as good as ours. I smiled shyly, glancing at my mother while secretly chuckling to myself, "You wouldn't believe how much closer my mom and I are in bed!"

Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I remained oblivious, my eyes, filled with confusion, staring intently at my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away…

Chapter Four:

Time slipped away quietly like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body bearing the weight of my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. This year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was already at home waiting for news. Our school, however, didn't start its summer break until late July, and the new semester would begin again in less than a month. Although some sighed, the students had already mentally prepared themselves under the constant reminders from teachers and parents: a year before the college entrance exam, give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to the homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he announced the end of the class, the whole class scattered like birds. I excitedly returned home from school. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all—my father had been transferred back to an office job, not at our county's main station, but in a better-developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went well, he'd receive his acceptance letter in the next couple of days and then return to his unit. After that, I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, the college entrance exam results for the early admission batch were released within two days, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy, just as he had hoped. It was a happy result for everyone; my parents were beaming with joy. My brother, however, seemed a little distracted and didn't go out with his classmates and friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

But whatever my brother thought, getting into university was always something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the last two days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

A hotel was booked, and that evening, my father was radiant, accepting every toast from friends and relatives until he was completely drunk. My brother was also given a lot of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother had also had a little to drink, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into the taxi, while my brother stumbled in on his own.

When we got home, both my father and brother were asleep. My father kept smacking his lips and mumbling indistinctly, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, my mother let out a soft sigh, smiled at me, and said, "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, hugged my mother's soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her before she could finish her sentence.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!"

My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more alluring than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing beneath her milky white silk shirt, creating rounded, high curves. The form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, while her shapely calves, visible beneath the hem, were encased in light gray sheer stockings. A pair of pointed-toe black high-heeled shoes further emphasized her curvaceous figure, making my heart race with desire. My penis, which had been idle for days, began to stir restlessly in my crotch.

I shamelessly moved closer to my mother's soft, fragrant body, one hand around her waist and the other kneading her soft, plump buttocks through her clothes. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if there's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we last did it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." With that, I took her round earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, who was already a little hot from drinking, hesitated slightly after my touching and kissing, coupled with my pleading. She was used to giving in to my every whim, but I pushed and pulled her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are already light, and in no time I could strip my mother of her upper body. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly a few times. I pounced on my mother, burying my head between her full breasts, and with one mouth, I took a dark nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, my wet tongue swirling around the nipple, smearing saliva on my mother's plump white breast.

While nursing, I reached out and grasped my mother's other breast, and with a little force, the soft, white flesh squeezed out from between my fingers, rippling with seductive waves.

My mother's mature and beautiful body had become increasingly sensitive after more than two years of my tireless and in-depth exploration. This was evident from the nipples that quickly hardened on my tongue, and the uncontrollable soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. As my

tongue continued to tease my mother's erect nipples, I rolled up her skirt to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in ultra-thin light gray pantyhose and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove my mother's clothes piece by piece. Amid her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, then pulled aside her already damp underwear. I hastily pulled my own pants down, and without the restraint of my underwear, my bulging penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, getting some glistening, sticky nectar on it, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open my mother's plump labia and was fully inserted into the bottom of her honey hole. The intense thrust made my mother groan involuntarily, a sound that was both painful and not painful. But then, with the powerful thrusting of my penis, a deliberately suppressed sweet moan began to emanate from my mother's throat.

Perhaps because I thought of my father and brother, who were just a wall away, I was especially excited when I made love with my mother this time. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her

hips. Especially each time my penis was pulled out of my mother's vagina, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls sucking and wrapping around my penis, as if unwilling to let it go. Since my beautiful mother was so fully engaged, I naturally had to use all my strength to satisfy her. I thrust my hips forward and started with a round of rapid thrusts, trying to go all the way in each time, making my mother's hips twist and her breasts shake. It also allowed me to release the desire that had accumulated over the past few days. My mother moaned incessantly as I thrust into her. Her warm, wet, and slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis. The slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable. The head of my penis rubbed back and forth against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls, which felt absolutely wonderful.

After thrusting violently for nearly a hundred times in one breath, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and exiting my mother's honey pot, admiring the seductive movements of my mature mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted my mother's beautiful legs, encased in soft, thin pantyhose, onto my shoulders, thrusting powerfully like a pile driver, while turning my head to gently lick and nibble on my mother's rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray pantyhose. With each powerful thrust, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled as I lifted her into the air, her weak and helpless appearance only arousing my interest.

I lowered my mother's two plump, long, stockinged legs and lightly patted her side. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart. Through the crotch of her pantyhose, which I had previously torn, her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, slowly pulsating with each breath, were fully revealed to me.

I smiled silently. To have my usually reserved and chaste mother now obediently making such submissive and fawning gestures must be an immense and indescribable satisfaction for any man with an Oedipus complex—especially since I'm probably still a middle school student.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, plump buttocks, I pressed my purplish-red glans, covered in secretions from both my mother and myself, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother tacitly relaxed her anal muscles, and my dark penis, which looked exceptionally large compared to her small anus, slowly disappeared into her two snow-white, plump buttocks without much effort, until it was fully inserted.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment. No matter how skilled I was, I had to let my mother get used to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over and lay on my mother's smooth, bare back, stroking and playing with her full breasts and plump buttocks and beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk. Especially as a stocking fetishist and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth and soft ultra-thin silk were my favorite things that I could never get tired of playing with.

My hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, and her breathing became erratic again. She turned to me and said, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or your dad and brother will find out." She said this, but judging from her barely suppressed, slight swaying of her waist and her eyes, brimming with lustful desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itching within her. It seemed that after so much of my tireless exploration of her anus, anal sex was more stimulating for her than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative to challenge me, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and desperately needed release, I naturally turned my attention back to her. I gripped her soft, plump, silky buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust wildly into her warm, tight anus like a storm. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The fact that my mother's anus would occasionally tighten and relax in response to my movements brought me even greater pleasure, making me even more sexually aroused. Every time my mother's snow-white, round, plump, silky buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a low moan. The cries excited me even more, and I thrust faster and faster, with increasing force. With each thrust, I felt as if I wanted to squeeze both my testicles into my mother's anus, releasing my energy and desire to my heart's content within her soft anus.

The "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh and the "squeak squeak" of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's asshole continued incessantly. At this intense rhythm, after nearly ten minutes of thrusting in my mother's anus, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed intensely against my hard glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body. The moans of "Mmm... Ah..." emanating from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me further aroused me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her anus. A gush of hot semen sprayed into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then I contentedly withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis. As my penis was withdrawn, a stream of cloudy semen slowly flowed from my mother's still slightly aching, red anus. My mother let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless allure and satisfaction.

Lying beside my mother, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her neck, capturing her full, red lips in a deep kiss, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering desire. One leg was habitually straddling my mother, enjoying the pleasure of skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks intermittently, leaving smudges on the thin grey pantyhose that tightly hugged her full hips. After

resting comfortably like this for a while, we suddenly heard the door creak open. My mother and I were startled and sat up abruptly. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door had probably not been closed properly and had been shaken by the wind.

My mother got up from my bed as well, taking off the gray stockings I had torn at the crotch. While tidying her clothes, she muttered a complaint that I was too reckless and hadn't even closed the door properly. She worried that if my father and brother got up to use the bathroom and found out, it would be terrible. At that moment, I naturally adopted the attitude of an obedient son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing in my mind about what clothes and what color stockings I should make my mother wear next time we made love...

My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then put the matter out of my mind. After relaxing, I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up around 7 a.m., and groggily got up to take a shower. Halfway through, my mother called me from outside, saying breakfast was ready. I

went into the living room with my hair still wet. My father was sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked him what was wrong, and he said my father was doing alright; my brother hadn't gotten up yet. It wasn't

until lunchtime that my brother was finally woken up by my mother. But judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still hungover. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but my brother was just listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much, and he'd be fine after some rest.

Back at the dinner table, Mother couldn't help but complain to Father. Father, however, had recovered his spirits by midday, smiling broadly and nodding repeatedly, promising not to let my brother drink too much again. This made it impossible for Mother to stay angry.

After lunch, Father rested briefly before returning to his workplace. Mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play Warcraft—my parents' income was quite good now, and we'd bought a lot of new things, including an air conditioner and a computer.

While I was engrossed in playing with my headphones on, someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over; it was my brother. He seemed sober, but his expression was quite serious. I was focused on conquering Azeroth and didn't think much of it, casually asking, "Brother, you're up? Is something wrong?" My hands didn't stop as I spoke.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I wanted to brush it off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she arrived.

He said he had something important, but once I sat down and looked at him, he fell silent, not saying a word for a long time, just staring at me with a strange look—how to put it—a mix of emotions that made me a little uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?" Seeing that he still didn't speak, I added casually, "If you don't have anything to say, don't block my computer time. Otherwise, when Mom comes back, she'll nag me for ages..." "

What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring intently at me.

"...Oh my god. What, what's going on between me and Mom?!" My mind went blank for a moment. I repeated what my brother had said, but my tongue started to get tied in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and quite cool, when the thought came to my senses, a cold sweat instantly soaked my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

"The day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom making noises in the hotel bathroom, and at the time I just thought it was strange. But later I accidentally found this in your room," my brother said, reaching out from behind his back and pouring a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose with glaringly congealed, dried yellowish-white semen stains.

My mind worked quickly this time, and I immediately remembered that these were the pantyhose I used to masturbate with during the New Year. I think I threw them under the desk after using them and never remembered to put them away again, and my brother found them.

"Now I'm starting to get suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually, actually do... that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed, it seemed that the truth he discovered had greatly impacted him.

"...You, you saw it last night?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself. Although I used a question, I already knew the answer.

"Um, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some reason, I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. When I saw Mom wasn't in the room, I went to your room and peeked through the crack in the door. And... I saw it! You and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did I feel like there was a hint of jealousy in my brother's voice when he said that?

Immediately, my brother and I fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and asked my brother in a low voice, "Are you planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... you, you can't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never dare to do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression was uncertain. He thought for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, his voice as dry and frightening as mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the huge shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my brother's mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive appearance moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother couldn't even suppress the image of himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to make my mature and alluring mother experience ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back at that time and secretly took my mother's underwear and stockings back to his room to masturbate.

My brother blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, but he just wanted to share in our mother's beautiful body. I was initially relieved—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous relationship with my mother being discovered by others. But then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a bit like pleading, the thought of my mother's voluptuous and soft body being wantonly played with by someone else made me... Even though that "someone else" had the same identity label as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as I let my woman serve another man.

After pondering for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If...if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become the subject of gossip and ridicule. And...it's not entirely your fault, after all, Mom has always doted on you since you were little, and you two have always had such a good relationship. It's just a moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother was the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home, and I resembled my mother more, making me much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, my grades were consistently excellent, so I was always more favored than my older brother among the elders. My brother, on the other hand, was naturally quiet and reserved, and his grades weren't great either. Fortunately, he was athletic, otherwise, according to our parents' wishes, they planned for him to attend vocational high school and take over our father's job.

But my brother and I have always had a very good relationship, especially when I was little. Because I was pretty but short, I would always cry and run to my brother whenever I was bullied. He always stood up for me without hesitation, and if we got into any trouble together, he would always take the blame himself. Because of this, he took a lot of beatings when we were little.

When I started school, my brother continued to act as my protector at school. Whenever I got good grades, he would listen to our parents' praise of me and their self-criticism, but he would just grin foolishly at me—he was proud of his "promising" younger brother. In front of me, he never acted like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like our parents did.

Looking at my brother, head bowed and silent, even after discovering his mother and brother's unforgivable immoral behavior, he still appeared somewhat fearful and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my jumbled thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. Okay, I'll talk to Mom about it later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Well, how about you spend the next couple of days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up in disbelief. "You...you, you mean...?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thinking." As soon as I said that, I realized how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but give a bitter smile. "Anyway, you should step aside for a bit. I think Mom needs some time... um, to consider this. But I believe Mom will agree." Seeing my brother's hesitant expression, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed feelings—damn, this makes it sound like I'm pimping for Mom!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—of course, not that only the dead can keep secrets, am I going to kill my brother?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, Mom's son, so the good stuff isn't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? *Hehehe...*

With a huge weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed, and some lewd thoughts immediately surfaced. Heh heh, how wicked I am!

Lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked curiously, "Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's really disgusting."

Me: ...

When my mother returned in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his demands.

Unsurprisingly, my mother's reactions—from panic and shock to anger, shame, and sadness, to resignation—were all within my expectations. Knowing my mother's personality, she would rather die than let anyone know about our incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became the only option. Especially when I said, "The best way to get someone to keep your secret is to make that secret their secret too," my mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew she would most likely agree, and it was the safest solution, seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a wave of helplessness—my mother would no longer belong solely to me. Fortunately, the person was my older brother.

Shaking my head with a wry smile, I didn't know what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with sorrow, also didn't want to speak, and an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a while, I stammered and asked my mother, "Then...Mom, are you hungry? Should I go to a restaurant and buy something to eat?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and helplessness. Finally, she let out a long sigh, gritted her teeth as if she had made a major decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You...call your brother back, let's eat together. I'm going to wash my face first."

After saying that, the mother turned and went into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard. After about ten minutes, the water stopped, and when the mother came out of the bathroom, her expression was as usual.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, my mother called my name, giving a weak smile. "Don't look so gloomy, the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother to come home." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, turning back to say, "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out..."

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled bitterly and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate to ask him to come home. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in my brother's voice.

When my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know if my mother had come to terms with things or given up on herself, but while waiting for my brother to come home, she made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived home, my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings at holidays, had already downed more than a bottle of

beer. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had taken on a faint pink hue. I didn't dare to stop her, nor did I want to, especially since I was almost finished with my second bottle of beer. As for the dishes on the table, neither my mother nor I had any appetite.

Seeing my brother hesitate at the door after opening it, my mother waved to him, "Xiao Jun, you're back. Come... come sit down and have a drink with Mom."

My brother hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to my mother and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

In his haste, my brother didn't even bother with his glass. He clinked glasses with my mother, who took a large gulp and gestured for him to drink quickly. My brother, not daring to say anything, chugged half the bottle in one go. He drank too fast and immediately started coughing loudly.

My mother leaned over to pat his back, and this action gave him a clear view of her full, white breasts and deep cleavage through her shirt collar. This only made him cough harder.

My mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, large breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they sagged slightly and the nipples were a bit dark, even I, who often played with and licked those two plump orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother in reacting and went forward to pick up a shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother and chuckled; even his loose-fitting athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent mound between his legs.

My mother shoved me aside without even glancing at me, walked straight to my brother, cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands, and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mommy's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" She then stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the smooth, white flesh of his breast. Her manner was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. Honestly, even though I'd been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I'd never seen her act so wantonly. This was… so abnormal! And no matter how much she indulged my lewd behavior, she would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't know what my brother was thinking at the time, I only know that his gaze seemed to be firmly welded to my mother's full breasts, which were lifted high, and his breathing was heavier than if he had just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled charmingly, knelt down in front of my brother, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, "How is it, do you like Mommy's breasts? Your brother likes to touch them all the time, you can touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't say a word. Instead, the hand that my mother had placed on her breast began to knead her full, soft, snow-white flesh involuntarily.

It was only then that I regained some composure and went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed to suggest she had given up on herself; otherwise, given her normally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a proactive and lewd move.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched her shoulder, she slapped my hand away and snapped at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him. Today, Mom will serve you well. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. Also, do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert; he loves fucking women's assholes. Mom's asshole is all loose from his fucking." "You mean, you're different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt. Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

The mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost insane. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and the tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—Mother, she broke down! (An inappropriate interjection: those evil perverts who think the mother has broken down can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a small spoiler before the end, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frantic outburst. We rushed forward, each grabbing one of her arms and comforting her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue screaming.

She simply slumped weakly in our arms, sobbing uncontrollably. My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her so heartbroken, our eyes welled up with tears as well. Eventually, my brother and I ended up apologizing to our mother while crying, and the three of us wept together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the house was quite soundproof; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy we were.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer. I want to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns telling our mother about our guilt and our infatuation with her. My mother, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened her heart to us: the incestuous relationship between us had always been a dark cloud hanging over her heart, and the fact that my brother had found out and that he also wanted to have an incestuous relationship with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that dark cloud. The mother knew she had no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began.

However, after this catharsis, her heart felt like the sun had come out after the rain, and the reality left her with no other choice. So, finding comfort and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape, if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." Finally, emboldened by the alcohol, my mother, with a hint of shyness, confessed that since our incestuous relationship, the desires of her mature body had ignited like wildfire. And since my father had a lover, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. My mother had only casually draped her shirt over herself, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, relentlessly assaulting my brother and me.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking. I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, while gesturing for my brother to join me.

Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher palm rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing my mother to let out a soft moan.

I released my mother's nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bed in the room." My mother

smiled sweetly and agreed, standing up and taking my brother's hand as they walked towards the master bedroom. My brother, his face flushed, followed behind our mother, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was about to follow him excitedly when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your brother and I be alone today... you know, you..." My mother hesitated for a moment, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could say anything, my mother quickly turned around, closed the door, and locked it. Before closing the door, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a smile from inside the room, a smile that was both embarrassed and smug.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and dejectedly turned to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, along with the sounds of flesh colliding.

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman having sex, a smile unconsciously crept onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very lewd and erotic!

Epilogue 1. In

2002-2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in my family:

1. In July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I came to the provincial capital in September to start my studies;

2. The construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So after the military training ended in October, my brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same University Town;

3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care at first—to quit his job in our hometown, come to the provincial capital, and take over a hotel near the University Town—my uncle asked an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could "take care" of my brother and me while working.

Epilogue 2

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that had swept the country was basically under control, and our school lifted its lockdown, preparing for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting the cheering classmates along the way, humming a song softly, and excitedly headed towards the hotel run by my mother—this lockdown had lasted for almost a month, which meant that I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month, the longest interval since my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month to receive my brother's and my semen with her ripe, juicy honey pot, tight, small anus, and rosy, alluring little mouth, helping us release our vigorous desires as young men. This led many of my classmates to joke that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother, to which I would always laugh and say that it was maternal love, something you heartless beasts who grew up lacking calcium and love would never understand.

Thinking of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her ripe and alluring body, especially her plump, long, and irresistibly beautiful legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel my mouth go dry. I quickly calmed myself down—the main street was crowded with people, and it would be incredibly embarrassing if someone noticed I had an erection. However, my pace unconsciously quickened.

Not long after exiting the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel's sign. The doors were tightly closed; it seemed closed for the day—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic, business was very slow, and my mother, fearing infection, had given the hotel staff a day off. It would probably be a few more days before they reopened.

Hehe, but it's even better if only Mother is here, then I can enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out the key, opening the door, and carefully locking it. I tiptoed towards Mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to scare her.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's teasing voice through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was stunned for a moment, then realized: my brother beat me to it.

I grinned mischievously, and without opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately shouting in a rough voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You're always using this trick, aren't you tired of it…" He

only managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and walked in, pretending to cover my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore. Don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so inelegant! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, shaking with mirth.

The words were addressed to my brother, but my eyes kept darting back and forth over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded over her snow-white, bare back; because she had turned her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed beneath her, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric tightly against her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; below, two full... My mother's long, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark thighs, making the skin exposed through the crotch of her pantyhose appear even whiter and more delicate. Her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in brown pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring...

I felt hot and swollen in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs, my engorged, purple glans erect.

My brother and mother were originally in a man-on-top position, and with my thrust, my mother's buttocks sank down, taking my brother's thick, long penis in even more, and both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "No need to thank me!" I took a break from my busy schedule and gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

But before she could say anything, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, pressed my glans against her glistening, oily anus, and with a little force, accompanied by an uncontrollable moan from my mother, my thick, dark penis disappeared between her mature, silky buttocks, and began to thrust in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's plump buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely moving. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tension from having my young, thick penis inserted into her from both ends simultaneously allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while leisurely reaching out to play with her swaying, full breasts.

I rode around inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, until my back was so tired I suggested we change positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up and lifted my mother's two beautiful legs in stockings, like he was helping a child urinate. Although I've grown taller in the last two years and am not much shorter than my brother, when it comes to strength, I can only envy and resent my basketball-playing brother.

After lifting my mother, my brother adjusted his position, and with my mother's cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered my mother's anus. My mother's legs were spread apart by my brother, and in this shameful position, her wet, honeyed vulva was completely exposed to me. Her two thick labia were slightly parted, revealing the tender, red flesh inside, glistening with spring water.

My mother gently bit her lip, her shy yet blissful expression making my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and with a "whoosh," easily inserted my entire penis into my mother's wet, slippery vagina. I reached out to help lift my mother's plump, long thighs, and my brother and I began thrusting back and forth between the two fleshy holes beneath my mother...

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded my mother's mature, voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the energy accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus were all covered in my and my brother's semen. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, who were equally obsessed with my mother's stockinged legs, made her change into several different pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each pair soaked in semen. My mother's vagina and anus were also red and swollen...

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I went to my mother and kissed her. "Mom, I love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother said, squeezing in as well.

"Good son, Mom loves... loves you both too!" After saying that, my mother kissed my brother and me on the forehead and smiled gently.

Yes, my mother loves us very much, although this love exceeds the bounds of social ethics and morality. Perhaps it started to spiral out of control a few years ago when she tacitly allowed me to rub against her lap and ejaculate, but—I love this feeling of being out of control!

Chapter 1

"Then I'll be going." My father put down his chopsticks, patted his belly with satisfaction, said goodbye to my mother and me, picked up his clothes from the coat rack by the door, and prepared to leave.

My mother also put down her chopsticks, helping my father with his luggage while reminding him to be careful and take care of himself while traveling. My father chuckled and replied, "Alright, alright, I'm away on the road for most of the year, what's there to worry about?" Although he said that, he was clearly very pleased with my mother's concern. I got up to help my mother pack her luggage. My father patted my shoulder and said, "Son, with Dad not home and your brother living at school, you're the only man in the house. You need to listen to your mother, help her out, study hard, and don't let her worry about you." I nodded. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mom while you're away." As I spoke, I gave my mother a meaningful look. She clearly understood the implication in my words, and a blush rose on her fair face. My father nodded without noticing, took the handbag from my mother, and said, "I'm off then. Please bear with me while I wait." My mother waved her hand. "I'm not tired. But you, drive carefully, it's okay if you drive slowly, as long as everyone is safe." My father didn't say anything more, nodded to my mother and me, and turned to go downstairs.

I didn't go back to the dining table, but rushed to the balcony and anxiously peered out. After about two minutes, I saw my father appear downstairs. Once he started the car, I waved vigorously. My father obviously saw me too, honked the horn twice, and the car slowly started moving, quickly turning out of the community gate and disappearing from sight.

"Whoa!" I yelled, frantically kicking my shorts off the floor as I rushed into the kitchen. "Mom, Dad's gone!"

My mother turned around and saw that my pants were off, my half-erect penis dangling between my legs. Her face flushed, and she turned her head back, continuing her work while muttering, "What kind of behavior is this? Besides, your dad just left, and it's so early in the morning. It's not good to do...do that kind of thing!"

I ignored my mother's insincere words. Although we had crossed that final line more than a year ago, my mother still couldn't shake her shy nature as a virtuous wife and mother. I had done oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex, but she was still ashamed to say the word "sex." But that was precisely my mother's charm. Although in bed my mother could abandon everything and cater to my lewd thoughts and desires as a simple, sexually craving mature woman, she would still blush when I brazenly exposed my penis, which was familiar with every orifice on her body, even when it was just the two of us.

I chuckled, "Mom, Dad stayed home for three days this time, and I was really pent up. Besides, I have the day off today, so you have to let me have my way with you... have a good time."

Hearing this, my mother looked at me with affection and nodded gently.

I walked behind my mother and lifted her nightgown. My mother slightly parted her legs, placed her hands on the edge of the sink, leaned forward, and silently cooperated with my movements. I easily pulled my mother's pink cotton panties down to her ankles. She lifted her leg slightly, taking her right foot out of the panties. I simply let the rolled-up panties hang on her left ankle. Hehe, it looked rather lewd, more arousing than if she were completely naked.

Holding my mother's plump, soft waist, I hooked a small stool to the side and stood on it. My mother also twisted her waist, raising her full, white buttocks higher towards me. Sigh, my father isn't short, and my mother, at 168cm, is also tall and outstanding among women. My brother is also very tall, so why do I seem to be stuck in a shell? I'm almost fifteen and still not as tall as my mother. I shook my head, casting aside my untimely little frustration, swallowed hard, and pressed my already hard, burning-hot cock, almost touching my stomach, against my mother's sacred place hidden beneath the lush grass. The ferocious purple glans slowly parted my mother's two dark red labia, and with a "whoosh," it slid completely into my mother's not yet fully moist vagina. The layers of fleshy folds inside the cavity were forced apart by my hard cock, and the intense friction almost made me ejaculate immediately, something I had been holding back for days.

After my penis was fully inserted, I paused for a moment. My mother relaxed her tense muscles and slowly swayed her soft waist from side to side. I tried to reach my hand from under her crotch to the front to stimulate her clitoris. Soon, my sensitive mother's breathing became rapid. After kneading it a few more times, my mother grabbed my hand and whispered, "Son, move, stop touching me."

I naturally didn't refuse. I held my mother's soft, fleshy, white buttocks with both hands and began to thrust back and forth vigorously. My disproportionately large penis thrust in and out of my mother's already sufficiently wet vagina, producing lewd, wet sounds.

As my penis thrust in and out of my mother's wet, slippery vagina, copious amounts of nectar overflowed from her tender labia. While pumping, I dipped my hand in the glistening love juice and teased my mother's small, brown anus. Although I had been developing her anus for several years, after I reminded her, she frequently practiced Kegel exercises, which allowed her anus to easily and quickly swallow my disproportionately large penis while maintaining sufficient tightness and elasticity. I have always been captivated by my mother's anus… uh… my cock.

It's strange, but when my mother only allowed me to release my desires through her anus, all I longed for was to possess her vagina like my father did. But after actually crossing that final line and invading her vagina, which had only ever received my father's penis for years, after the initial novelty wore off, I found my mother's anus more arousing. So now, when I have sex with my mother, I mostly prefer to fuck her anus. Perhaps it's because I took her virginity from her anus; for me, the feeling of conquest is greater when my penis enters her tight anus. My mother had no objection to this. After all, in her view, although she had repeatedly tolerated my increasingly lewd behavior because of her doting on me, until I finally succumbed to the abyss of incest between mother and son, deep down, the simple-minded mother still felt uneasy about her betrayal of her husband. Satisfying me with her anus could slightly alleviate this guilt. After all, the reason my mother was able to allow me to have anal sex with her in the beginning was because she felt that the anus was not a sexual organ, and that using her anus to accommodate her son's penis was no different from using her hands or legs to make me ejaculate, and therefore not considered sexual intercourse. Of course, now that I've fully explored all three of my mother's orifices, she wouldn't have such naive, almost ignorant thoughts. However, compared to her vaginal openings, she's more accepting of anal sex. But I

digress. I brought my attention back to my mother's beautiful body. Her nightgown was rolled up to her armpits, and the back clasp of her pink bra was undone. I paused my lower body movements, pressing myself against her smooth, bare back. My hands caressed her full breasts, playing with her plump, soft nipples, which swelled like purple grapes. Occasionally, a firm squeeze and tug made her let out a soft moan.

I probed my mother's now soft and moist anus again, then straightened up with satisfaction, pressing her plump, white buttocks down further to adjust my position. My large, purplish glans, menacingly erect, pressed against her slightly twitching anus, and with a sudden burst of force, I forced open her small anus. My mother groaned softly, her body swaying slightly, her sphincter muscles tightly gripping the glans that had just entered her anus. But she quickly relaxed, and I felt the pressure at the tip of my penis ease slightly, then began to slowly apply force. The dense folds of my mother's anus were completely flattened, and her rectum twitched and contracted, accepting the entry of the foreign object. I watched my dark, thick penis slowly disappear between my mother's fair, round buttocks, a lewd scene that always excited me.

My mother moaned softly, and my hands, which had been resting on her ample buttocks, unconsciously tightened, my fingers digging into her plump flesh. Only when I felt my lower abdomen pressing against her round buttocks did I exhale, stopping my penis from penetrating any further, allowing my mother some time to adjust. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's small earlobe, patting her buttocks to signal that I was about to move. My mother twisted her waist slightly. Without hesitation, I embraced my mother's snow-white buttocks and began thrusting my penis, my mother also trying to move her body in coordination with my movements. Slowly, I held my mother's soft, plump body tightly, while my penis thrust heavily into her hot rectum, accompanied by the resounding "slap! slap! slap" of flesh colliding with the intense movements. The

harder I fucked my mother, the more vigorously her snow-white, plump buttocks swayed, her thighs spread wide, making it easier for my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah..." With my mother's twisting and shaking hips, I quickly reached the climax of ejaculation. I gripped my mother's snowy buttocks tightly with both hands, trying to spread her two thick buttocks apart. After a violent thrust, as if I wanted to squeeze both testicles in, my penis sank all the way into my mother's anus. Immediately afterwards, cloudy semen spurted from the tip of my glans and shot deep into my mother's rectum.

After ejaculating, I was still lying on my mother's back, my penis throbbing and spitting out the remaining semen deep in my mother's anus. I squinted and enjoyed the pleasure brought to me by the involuntary contraction and spasm of my mother's rectum after the stimulation of ejaculation. The highly elastic anal walls firmly wrapped around my penis, which slowly shrank after ejaculation. My mother knew I hadn't released on her for several days, and once definitely wouldn't be enough, so she obediently endured my riding.

Before long, my penis regained its strength, and I didn't pull out of my mother's anus. Using the semen that had been ejaculated inside as lubrication, I began to thrust in and out with great force. My mother also began to moan sweetly again...

That day, from morning to noon, I hardly left my mother's beautiful body. I ejaculated five times in my mother's rectum and vagina. By the time I ejaculated inside her for the last time, the semen had become very thin, and my penis was red, swollen, and stinging from overuse. My mother was exhausted and in pain, and eventually she couldn't maintain the kneeling position anymore. Her upper body was lying on the pool, and I was on top of her, thrusting into her anus at will. Because I didn't pull out after each ejaculation and continued to enjoy the pleasure brought to my penis by the contractions of my mother's anus or vagina, when I finally got off my mother, her vagina and anus could no longer close immediately, and I could see the cloudy semen slowly dripping from her vagina and anus. Later, my mother told me that in the following days, she had to be very careful when walking and doing things, because if she exerted any force, the sticky semen would flow out of her vagina and anus. She changed her underwear very frequently during those days.

Around that time, the hotel where my mother worked was selected as one of our city's model units for reform and opening up and underwent restructuring. It received investment from a Hong Kong hotel and became a joint venture, resulting in significant changes in its operation and management. Because my mother was relatively young, had an outstanding figure and appearance, spoke good Mandarin, and was experienced, she was promoted to manager of the catering department.

This brought me a new benefit, because the hotel regulations required female employees to wear skirts with stockings or pantyhose and high heels. One day, when my mother came home to rest at noon and I was having sex with her, she hadn't changed out of her work uniform because she got off work a little late. I was surprised to find that my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs looked especially sexy in the flesh-colored semi-transparent stockings and black high heels. The soft and silky stockings tightly wrapped around my mother's slender and full thighs, and they felt smooth and soft to the touch, which was very comfortable. Moreover, it was more convenient for me to have sex with my mother when she was wearing a skirt than when she was wearing pants. If anything happened, I could just pull my penis out and my mother would put down her skirt, and there would basically be no problem.

For convenience and safety, my mother gradually got used to wearing skirts and stockings. This way, when I wanted to enjoy her anus or vagina, I only needed to lift her skirt and pull her underwear down a little. Basically, every day at noon when I came home from school, if my mother was cooking, I would rush into her room, throw down my schoolbag, close the door, go into the kitchen, take out my penis, lift her skirt and pull down her underwear, and thrust it into her. This series of actions was almost done in one go, taking no more than fifteen seconds. Every time, my mother would be startled and subconsciously clench her muscles, making me shudder with pleasure as soon as I penetrated her.

After protesting this act of illicit sex, I restrained myself a little, but my mother had no choice but to accept the reality that I would have sex with her anus or vagina every noon. However, this meant my mother changed her underwear much more frequently each day. Almost every pair of her underwear had been soaked with semen that had flowed from her anus or vagina (my mother didn't want me to use condoms, mainly because she had undergone tubal ligation, which benefited me, as I always enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating inside her).

This gave me another opportunity. After my persistent persuasion, and because changing underwear several times a day was not only troublesome but also likely to arouse suspicion from other family members, my mother finally shyly agreed to not wear underwear at home.

Every day after get off work, my mother would rush to the bathroom to take off her underwear and put it in her bag. I also increasingly enjoyed silently going straight to the kitchen while my mother was cooking, closing the door, lifting her skirt, and skillfully inserting my already hard penis into her anus or vagina. With one hand, I would knead my mother's plump buttocks and beautiful legs covered by pantyhose or stockings, while the other hand would reach around to the front to play with my mother's full and soft breasts, while enjoying the pleasure that my mother's tight anus or warm vulva brought to my penis.

When no one was home on weekends, my mother would wear black, white, and other colors of stockings and pantyhose that I had specially asked her to buy—colors she rarely wore (back then, unlike now, flesh-colored stockings were in fashion). She would pose in various lewd positions as I requested, allowing me to vent my youthful desires on her plump and fleshy body until her stockings were covered with semen that had flowed from her anus and vulva. I even tried inserting my penis directly into my mother's anus while she was wearing pantyhose (not the open-crotch kind). The delicate silk wrapped around my penis and rubbed against her vaginal walls, which felt so good that I almost ejaculated in a few strokes. That day, I ejaculated particularly violently, leaving a large puddle of semen on the anal area of my mother's ultra-thin black pantyhose. However, because this could easily damage the pantyhose, and the stimulation of the pantyhose rubbing against the rectum was not comfortable for my mother, she usually didn't approve of me doing this and would only allow me to do it once every one or two months.

That morning, as I was enthusiastically fucking my mother's plump buttocks encased in flesh-gray transparent open-crotch stockings, she turned her head to face me, who was vigorously thrusting into her anus, and said, "I got a call from your uncle yesterday. The apartment his work unit helped us with is finished, and we can pay and get the keys next month. You're off this weekend, right? Why don't you go look at the apartment with Mom?"

"Sure, but I wonder if it will still be this convenient in the new apartment. What will I do if I want Mom later?" I slowed down the pace of my thrusting into my mother's tight anus, feeling somewhat unenthusiastic.

"Hmm... a little harder... silly child, as long as your dad is out driving, there will always be a chance. Besides, if it really doesn't work, ah, we'll just wait until you're on vacation and go to a hotel so Mom can let you do it... Oh, hurry up and do it, don't be late for school." Seeing that I was a little unhappy, my mother flattered me by forcefully contracting her anus a few times, which made me feel quite comfortable.

I thrust in and out vigorously dozens more times, patting my mother's plump, silky buttocks: "Mom, lift your buttocks higher, and squeeze them like you did before."

My mother simply put her hands on her knees, making her entire beautiful and alluring anus completely exposed before my eyes. At the same time, she forcefully contracted her sphincter muscles, tightly gripping my penis. It felt like a soft and warm little hand was gripping my penis, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening. A faint suction came from deep within my mother's anus, making my glans feel incredibly sore and pleasurable.

I squeezed and kneaded my mother's plump buttocks, encased in flesh-gray pantyhose, feeling the silky smoothness and fleshy texture through my fingertips. My waist thrust rapidly back and forth, recklessly pumping in and out of my mother's light brown anus, which was stretched smooth by my penis, occasionally inserting into her nectar-drenched vagina to lubricate it. My mother held her knees with both hands, raising her sexy, stockinged buttocks high, completely exposing what is the most hidden and sacred part of a woman to her son. Her long, beautiful hair hung down, obscuring her dreamy eyes and flushed, clean face. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft moans with my vigorous thrusting, making it impossible to recognize her former dignified and beautiful appearance.

In this position, which was extremely satisfying to conquer and exhausting, I thrust in deeply, my penis penetrating to the root, shooting out large gushes of cloudy white semen that pounded against her anal walls.

My hands sank deep into my mother's plump buttocks, her legs slightly bent, her hands now supporting her on the ground, receiving the onslaught of her son's semen in a lewd and alluring pose. After ejaculating, I pulled my sticky penis out with a "pop" and casually smeared the semen and vaginal fluid stuck to my mother's silk-stockinged legs. I then used my thumbs to pry open her slowly closing anus, watching the whitish semen slowly slide down the red flesh, and smiled with satisfaction.

My mother straightened up at my signal, frowned, and touched the semen I had smeared on her groin. She tapped my forehead disapprovingly: "You little rascal, you love doing these disgusting things. Now I have to wear your filth to work again." I chuckled stupidly, not daring to answer. Once I got off my mother, our relationship returned to normal. My mother remained gentle yet strict, and I was still the son who loved her but was also a little afraid of her.

My mother quickly wiped our lower bodies with toilet paper, straightened my wrinkled pantyhose in the mirror, dressed me properly, and straightened my collar. She nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go, don't be late."

My mother and I walked out the door side by side, chatting and laughing, nodding and greeting the neighbors along the way. At an intersection, we parted ways, heading towards the school and the hotel, respectively. When I waved goodbye to my mother, we looked no different from any other mother and son in the city. Perhaps only the lingering lewd smell in the bedroom and the semen still smeared on my mother's thighs under her skirt and stockings revealed the unusual relationship between us—oh, and the semen I ejaculated into my mother's tight anus!

Chapter Two:

The morning at school passed quickly. Since my mother's mature and voluptuous body became the way I released my excess desires, I studied with even more enthusiasm—if my grades dropped, my mother would reduce the number of times we made love. Conversely, if my grades were good, my mother would blush and agree to some lewd games with me. For my own sexual happiness, my enthusiasm for studying is now soaring.

After quickly tidying up my desk, I chatted and laughed with a few classmates as we turned off the school gate onto the road, joining the vast wave of bicycles. With limited time at noon, everyone rode at a brisk pace, and soon I parked my bike downstairs at my apartment building.

My mother was already home; I could smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen even before I entered. I quietly opened and locked the door, then quickly pulled down my pants and, bare-chested, tiptoed into the kitchen. Hehe, my grandma was taken to Hebei by my second aunt to visit her granddaughter half a month ago. My dad is away on a road trip and won't be back for at least three more days. Once the door is closed, it's just my mom and me at home, so I'm happy to take the opportunity to be a little more unrestrained.

The flames on the gas stove burn quietly, the soup pot makes a soft bubbling sound, and the rich aroma of beef soup fills the air. My mom took off her coat and put on a long white floral apron, her back to me as she chopped vegetables. Her full, fleshy buttocks stretched the light blue apron tightly, and because she was leaning forward while chopping vegetables, it naturally outlined an alluring curve from her slender waist to her full hips.

Two long, slender legs were clad in flesh-colored pantyhose—ha, the grayish-flesh ones she wore this morning were probably stained with my semen, so my mother had changed them—and she wore black patent leather pointed high heels. Her hair was neatly combed back into a bun, revealing her snow-white neck.

I couldn't help but swallow. My mother turned around alertly and saw my ugly, peeking-in, erect penis. She was both annoyed and amused, and with a shy yet reproachful tone, she told me to leave. Already completely aroused by my mother's office lady outfit, stockings, and high heels, I naturally wouldn't listen. With a sly grin, I pressed myself against my mother from behind, and before she could react, I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, pulled it up to her waist, and then greedily began to knead her smooth, soft, fleshy buttocks.

My mother merely swayed her ample buttocks slightly, protesting, "Wait a minute, Mom's chopping vegetables!"

I completely ignored her, preoccupied with playing with my mother's plump, fleshy buttocks, even setting one hand around to her lower abdomen, caressing her thick, soft pubic hair and her two soft, moist labia through her pantyhose, while my middle finger gently thrust in and out of my mother's warm, jade-like honey hole.

Since my mother and I became intimate, her mature body has become increasingly sensitive under the nourishment of my vigorous penis. As I caressed her genitals and buttocks, her breathing became less gentle and even. The crotch of her pantyhose, which I guided into her flower with my middle finger, was stained with water. Her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her full thighs slowly spread wider and wider. The movement of her hands chopping vegetables also slowed down.

I could no longer contain my surging desire. I pressed my mother's slender waist, making her lift her plump, round, perky buttocks high. I pulled her flesh-colored pantyhose up to her thighs, and my throbbing, almost painfully erect penis eagerly slid into her already overflowing, tender honey hole, thrusting fiercely.

My mother's round, snowy buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, like a water-filled balloon, supple and full of elasticity.

With each thrust, my mother's plump, snowy buttocks were pushed forward, only to be pulled back by my hands, which were gripping her waist, to receive the next fierce impact. My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, producing a series of crisp, fleshy sounds.

My mother had already stopped what she was doing, her head resting on her crossed forearms, her cheeks flushed. With each of my vigorous thrusts, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, her fair face now glistening with desire. Her juices gushed from her red, sticky vulva, leaving trails of lustful moisture on the flesh-colored pantyhose that covered her smooth, slender legs. She strained to raise her pink buttocks high, letting her son's hard, hot cock churn freely in the softest, most secret part of her buttocks.

After hundreds of thrusts, I pulled my monstrous penis, slick with the fluids of both mother and son, from my mother's wet, beautiful vagina and expertly plunged it into her tender anus. My mother's hair, disheveled from my violent thrusts, was now spread across the table, her fiery red cheeks pressed against it. She held her plump, white buttocks with both hands, her tight, soft anus bearing the thrusts of my thick penis.

My right hand reached up to my mother's chest, kneading her full breasts beneath her shirt, while my left hand fiercely gripped her thighs, which were covered in flesh-colored pantyhose, as my penis forcefully thrust deeper into her small anus. My mother's once smooth buttocks were now wet and sticky, her anus, penetrated by my young penis, seemed to melt like oil, making soft smacking sounds with each thrust. Her vagina was constantly gushing with lustful fluids as my penis violated her anus; my scrotum, touching it, could feel the heat within.

This round of intense thrusting caused my mother's body to tremble uncontrollably, her nipples hardening, her tight anus clenching around my penis, opening and closing in perfect harmony with my thrusts, bringing me even greater pleasure.

Meanwhile, my left leg continued to rub against my mother's stockinged legs, enjoying the multiple pleasures my beloved mature mother in stockings was giving me.

My mother felt a slight, throbbing pain as my penis filled her anus. The hard glans scraped against the soft, folded walls of her intestines, every subtle sensation sending shivers down her spine, not to mention the electric shock-like feeling from each deep, forceful thrust. Although she was already familiar with this feeling, she still couldn't help but tremble each time. My

son's thick, hard, and hot penis ruthlessly forced open her most sensitive and tender anus, thrusting wildly inside her rectum, making her feel as if her body was melting into my son's powerful penis.

As I thrust into my mother's soft anus, she moaned softly, "Ah...ah..." The tender flesh of her rectum slid against my glans, sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through her. Her moans gradually grew more rapid and sharp, her plump, white buttocks trembling under my thrusts. Suddenly, her body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body shaking violently.

I had actually been holding back for a long time. At this moment, my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, and the soft, wrinkled intestinal walls were constantly undulating around my shaft. This made me immediately release my pent-up ejaculation and ejaculate deep inside my mother's rectum, releasing the second wave of semen that day inside her. As I ejaculated, I held my mother's body, maintaining a position where one hand was grasping her stalactite and the other was caressing her full thighs covered by shiny flesh-colored stockings, pressing against my mother's back.

Several minutes passed, and my mother's breathing returned to normal. She gently patted my buttocks with her back hand, and I reluctantly pulled my now limp penis out of her anus. Still wanting more, I rubbed the semen and vaginal fluid from my penis against my mother's silk-stockinged legs. The delicate touch of the silk made my limp penis, which had just ejaculated, feel exceptionally comfortable.

My mother straightened up after lying down for a while, affectionately tapping my forehead with her index finger. "You, the first thing you think about as soon as you get back is this. You were just here this morning. When are you going to change this impatient temper of yours? At the parent-teacher meeting after the last monthly exam, your teacher said that if you hadn't been so eager to hand in your papers early in several subjects and then carefully checked them, your score would have been higher and your ranking would have been better..."

"Mom, I'm hungry!" I quickly interrupted my mother. Please, your anus was still dripping with sticky white semen from where I just ejaculated, and you immediately switched the topic to my studies. This scene was too bizarre. I was worried that things might develop to the point where, while I was passionately thrusting into my mother, she would also discuss my studies, and I would definitely become impotent.

My mother rolled her eyes at me: "Now you know you're hungry, huh? You just got back and you're already rushing to do it on your mother. Back then, even if dragon meat were placed in front of you, you probably wouldn't have the eye to look at it. You should be starved a few times to teach you a lesson." As she said this, my mother still quickly and quickly cleaned up her messy crotch, put her clothes back on, and busied herself serving me rice and dishes. In just a few minutes, I was sitting at the table wolfing down my food.

"You eat first, Mom will go get some soup... Oh, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." My mother reminded me a couple of times, and then hurriedly went into the kitchen, leaving a fragrant breeze behind.

A moment later, Mother brought the soup to the table. Seeing me scoop a spoonful and sip it with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face, still flushed from the afterglow of the soup. Only then did she serve herself a bowl of rice and sit down to eat.

Mother always ate slowly, chewing her food carefully. Although I ate quickly, I had a large appetite. By the time I finished three bowls, Mother had just finished too, and she served us both another bowl of soup.

With our stomachs full, my mind started to wander again. I stretched my leg under the table and rubbed my foot against Mother's shapely calves, which were covered in stockings. Mother glanced at me but didn't say anything. Just as I was about to follow the trail to her thighs, Mother stood up and began clearing the table.

I grinned and moved closer to my mother, pretending to offer to help her tidy up, but my hands were already already rummaging through her narrow skirt, touching her round, pert buttocks, enjoying the smooth texture of the silk and the friction against her delicate skin.

My mother's buttocks were round and pert, contrasting with her slender waist, like a perfectly round, large snowball. Her fair, fleshy buttocks were plump, tender, and full of alluring elasticity. After putting on her flesh-colored ultra-thin pantyhose, the thin flesh-colored stockings covering her entire lower body were stretched open by her fair skin, becoming light and translucent. The silk fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung tightly to my skin like a second skin. My fair skin was faintly visible beneath the stockings, making it appear even more rounded and tender. My plump buttocks looked alluring and tempting, adding to my seductive charm.

Unfortunately, before I could touch them even a few times, my mother slapped my hand away from her bottom and told me to go take a nap, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class that afternoon. When it came to my studies, my mother was never ambiguous.

Knowing my mother's temper, I didn't dare to disobey again and obediently withdrew my hand. However, I still made a request to her, "Mom, after you're done getting ready, can you sleep with me for a while? I want to hug you while I sleep."

My mother rolled her eyes at me, "Okay, okay, my little darling, go to sleep now."

Only then did I kiss my mother on the cheek with satisfaction, go into the room, quickly stripped naked, and crawled into bed to wait for my mother.

I had intended to wait until my mother came before being affectionate with her for a while, but the intensity of high school studies was really high. Lying in the warm and comfortable bed, smelling the sun-dried scent on the blankets, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I felt a soft and plump body crawl into the blankets and hug me from behind.

Although I was still very sleepy, I subconsciously turned around and hugged my mother. My mother chuckled softly and pulled me closer into her arms. Her two long, slender legs in stockings intertwined with mine, and her full breasts pressed against my chin. I groaned comfortably, my hand sliding down my mother's slender waist to her round, pert buttocks wrapped in delicate silk fabric, kneading them a couple of times. Satisfied, I drifted off to sleep, my body entwined with my mother's.

The alarm clock shrieked, forcing me to wake from my sweet dream. I yawned, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, and stretched lazily. I had a great nap today. Although I only slept for less than an hour, I felt refreshed when I woke up.

My mother was already up. Seeing that I was up too, she urged me to get dressed and go out quickly. I quickly got dressed and washed my face. My mother was already waiting for me at the door.

I hurried out the door, and as I passed my mother, I quickly pecked her on the cheek, earning a big eye roll from her. "You're a high school student, still acting like a child." I chuckled foolishly and didn't say anything, then went downstairs with my mother.

Just like in the morning, after parting ways at the intersection, my mother and I went to work or school. A few hours later, as night fell, my mother and I would return home, close the door, and continue our immoral and perverse game.

Time flew by, and the weekend arrived quickly. I accompanied my mother to see our new house. It was in a newly built community in our city, a bit further out than our current community, but the building itself and the surrounding infrastructure were much better than before. There were also two bus lines passing by the community entrance, making it convenient for going to school or work. The apartment layout was good, with a garage downstairs. Since it was a subsidized housing project, a benefit provided by my uncle's procuratorate to its employees, the price was very favorable. My mother immediately expressed her satisfaction, and I naturally had no objections.

A few days later, my father returned from a trip, and my mother excitedly told him about the apartment. My father waved his hand and said: "Go pay the money." What pleased me most was that, after discussions with my parents and grandmother, my grandmother, being too old to climb stairs, decided to live in the garage on the first floor. With my brother also living at school, only my parents and I would normally live on the fourth floor. Hehe, that meant that whenever my father went out to drive, it would just be my mother and me at home, and no one would bother us—I could do whatever I wanted!

After paying the money, we quickly got the keys. My father took two weeks off to work on the renovations and moving. The renovations took about ten days—back then, renovations weren't as extensive as they are now; it was mostly just painting, installing ceilings, and sanding the floors, so ten days was already quite a long time.

After the renovations were finished, it was time to move. My father first used a truck to haul away some of the larger furniture and appliances in two trips. For the remaining lighter and more fragile items, he asked my uncle to borrow a van from his workplace.

Before this move, I had already made up my mind: last time, I couldn't actually penetrate my mother on the truck, so this time I was going to make up for that regret. Just thinking about raping my mother right under my father's nose made my penis painfully hard.

On the last weekend before the move, my brother also took leave from school to come home and help. Although we didn't have any large items, we filled about twenty boxes and bags of various sizes with all sorts of odds and ends. After loading them into the truck, there was barely enough space for our family to sit down.

While loading, I deliberately piled everything on the middle seat of the van, so that after loading, besides the driver's seat, everyone would have to sit in the back.

However, there was still a big obstacle—my mother was wearing long pants for work today, so getting her to take them off in the van for my pleasure was basically out of the question. Looks like I'll have to think of a way…

“Oops!” “Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see you in the back.” With my mother's exclamation, I turned around casually and bumped into my mother who had just entered the room, spilling the entire glass of cola I was holding onto her legs.

My mother didn't suspect anything, just complained a few times, and then told me to quickly get her a new pair of pants from the clothes I hadn't taken yet. I readily agreed and pushed my mother into the bathroom. "Mom, wait here, I'll get it for you."

I rummaged through the clothes already packed in the suitcase, grabbed them, and ran back to the bathroom door. "Mom, open the door, I brought the clothes for you." My

mother opened the door a crack and let me pass the clothes in. Tsk, my mother is really something. I know every part of her body like the back of my hand, and we've been naked together in bed countless times, yet she's still so shy and guarded.

I reached in, used my shoulder to push the door open, and squeezed into the bathroom myself.

"You, how did you get in?! Get out!" My mother was both ashamed and shocked, using the clothes in her hand to cover her lower body, which was already bare except for her underwear.

"Hehehe, it's okay, Mom. I just checked, Dad and my brother are downstairs! I'll help you change." I replied with a shameless smile.

"Hmph! You child..." My mother walked to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and looked downstairs. After confirming that my father and brother were downstairs, she was a little relieved and didn't insist that I go out anymore. However, when her gaze fell back on the clothes in her hands, she immediately turned stern at me again. "I asked you to get me a pair of pants, why did you bring this!?"

What I handed to my mother was a black midi skirt and... a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose.

(Back then, there weren't any sexy pantyhose with open crotches available. My mother altered them herself after my repeated requests. The opening was smaller and more discreet, but it was enough to satisfy her desire to have me do it while she wore pantyhose.) Seeing all this, how could my mother not understand the lewd thoughts in my mind?

I quickly stepped forward and hugged my mother's arm. "Mom, didn't we try this last time we moved? Dad and my brother didn't notice. Please have mercy on me again this time and let me have some fun. Besides, it'll be much safer than last time..."

"Hmph, you, all you think about all day long is this." After all, it has been more than two years since my mother let me penetrate her anus to satisfy my lust. My mother has become more and more accustomed to accepting my various strange and lewd thoughts. Under my persistent cajoling and pestering, and also worried that my father and brother might come upstairs at any time if we entangled for too long, my mother gave up resisting after a few words. With a hint of shyness, a hint of trepidation and a deeply hidden excitement, she obediently took off her underwear and put on open-crotch pantyhose and a skirt.

I chuckled, "Mom, relax, no one can tell. It's not like it's the first time I've dressed like this."

My mother ignored me, adjusted herself in front of the mirror, then turned and tapped my forehead. "You little pervert...you rascal!"

I chuckled silently, already anticipating the romantic scene that would unfold in the car. Moving things didn't feel tiring at all; I just wanted to get everything in the car quickly so I could be with my mother...hahaha, just thinking about it made me hard. I quickly composed myself.

The whole family worked together, and the rest of the things were quickly loaded into the car. Just like the last move, my father drove, my brother sat in the passenger seat, and I was fortunate enough to sit next to my mother in the back. Not only were there two rows of seats between us, but there were also all sorts of bags and other belongings piled on the seats. Even if my father and brother turned their bodies completely, they could only see my mother from the shoulders up. With my mother sitting on my lap, I was practically invisible to them. As soon as

the car started, my brother pulled out a Game Boy (the famous Game Boy, a handheld game console from Nintendo; ask Baidu if you're interested) that he'd borrowed from a classmate and started playing games with complete concentration. I was overjoyed; this was much safer!

Unexpectedly, my father, though focused on driving, also scolded me without turning around for piling things on the middle seat. I could only scratch my head and smile foolishly. My mother, however, smoothed things over for me: "Honey, it's just easier to put them here. It's inconvenient to carry things up to the back of the car, and it'll save you some trouble when you unload them later." I secretly gave my mother a thumbs up, but she didn't appreciate it at all and secretly pinched my thigh, making me almost cry out in pain.

At this moment, my mother turned her head and glanced at me while playing with her hair. Her beautiful eyes were full of doting and a mischievous smile. The girlish charm that a mature woman unintentionally revealed made me stunned.

Since I started having a physical relationship with my mother, although she doesn't abandon her dignity like in those erotic novels and become a sex toy for her son, her interactions with me have become more like those of lovers...

When I first started having anal sex with my mother, she would never have agreed to go without underwear and satisfy my desires in front of my father and brother. But now she can easily accept it and even has the leisure to joke with me, which makes me feel very accomplished, and my love for her has grown stronger.

As soon as the car started moving, I couldn't wait to slip my hand under my mother's skirt and caress her thighs and buttocks. My mother straddled my lap with her legs spread apart, the sheer stockings under her skirt outlining the smooth curves of her legs. The silky touch and the warmth of my mother's full body instantly aroused my already engorged penis, which pressed hard against my mother's buttocks.

I gestured for my mother to lift her buttocks slightly so I could unzip my pants and release my hard penis from the confines of her clothing. When my mother sat down again, my hot penis pressed directly between the base of her thighs, which were tightly clamped by her flesh-colored pantyhose. My swollen, red penis rubbed against my mother's finely textured, flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose, a

sensation so pleasurable it made me lose all sense of direction. I thrust my powerful penis back and forth between my mother's thighs, my hands climbing up from under her shirt to caress her full breasts. My mother glanced nervously at my father, who was driving, then looked out the window, before pushing my hands down, allowing them only to rest on her waist.

I didn't force it. With one hand, I caressed my mother's smooth, silky legs, while the other reached between her thighs, rubbing her genitals through the stockings. Soon, my penis, rubbing against her labia, felt a slight wetness. Heh, my mother's body had become even more sensitive after my second exploration.

"Mom, I'm going in!" I whispered heavily in my mother's ear.

My mother slightly raised her buttocks and parted the opening of her stockings with her fingers. My erect penis almost jumped up instantly, pressing straight between my mother's legs. The large glans slid against her labia a couple of times before aiming at her overflowing honey hole and smoothly inserting itself completely.

My mother let out a muffled groan, her hands gripping the top of the front seat back tightly. Two blushes rose on her fair cheeks, and her breathing became labored. Fortunately, there was some distance between us, and the car window was slightly open, so the wind and ambient noise completely drowned out her movements.

And so, with her buttocks slightly raised, I began to thrust my hot penis into her. To be honest, this position didn't allow for much movement, and I also had to be careful not to let my father and brother find out. The physical pleasure wasn't nearly as intense as having sex with my mother in bed, but the tension and excitement of having my father so close while we were having an affair was far stronger than usual.

After thrusting like this dozens of times—after all, this position was quite tiring—the car bounced over a pothole, and my mother's legs gave way, causing her to land on my lap. This caused my glans to scrape against the tender flesh of her vagina and thrust all the way to the bottom of her vagina, firmly pressing against her cervix.

I gasped in pleasure, but my mother couldn't withstand the sudden, intense stimulation and cried out, "Ah!"

The sound startled both of us. My father, obviously hearing it, immediately asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My brother also put down his game console and turned to look back with concern.

My mother was surprisingly quick-witted today: "It's nothing, I just lost my grip and lurched a bit. But you, drive carefully, don't drive over potholes."

My father chuckled: "Then you'd better hold on tight from now on, the road ahead is going to be bumpy. Second son, before we got in the car you said you were all grown up and could even carry your mother, so keep your mother safe."

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied loudly and exaggeratedly, wrapping my arms tightly around my mother's soft waist. My mother turned and smiled at me, then turned away, pursing her lips. "You drive carefully, your son and I are all seated."

Sure enough, the road became much bumpier from then on, which was a boon for me. With each bounce of the car, my mother's full, round buttocks bounced up and down, her soft, moist vagina rubbing against my penis.

Each time she fell, I would grab her waist and pull her down, making it easy for my thick penis to penetrate her vagina completely, pounding against her tender, sensitive cervix. This made her breathing increasingly uneven, and her glazed eyes seemed to be dripping with desire.

Thankfully, my mother was alert and kept her head down; otherwise, if my father or brother had seen her aroused state in the rearview mirror, it would have been disastrous. At this moment, however, I quite admired my brother. Even on such a bumpy road, he was engrossed in his small screen, which inadvertently reduced the risk for me.

Taking advantage of my mother's confused and infatuated state, my hands restlessly moved from her waist upwards, slipping under the edge of her bra and caressing her soft, full breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect; as I kneaded and played with them, her breathing noticeably quickened. My mother was clearly a little overwhelmed by the double assault, and whispered, "Stop...stop playing, take your hands off me." Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, making her incredibly alluring.

I didn't dare push my luck; if things got too out of hand and my father found out, it would be too much of a shock. I obediently pulled my hands away and considerately adjusted her bra. After doing that, I pecked my mother's round, white earlobe. "Mom, let's switch to the back."

My mother hummed in agreement, obediently lifting her round buttocks. I held my penis in one hand and parted my mother's two plump buttocks with the other, the soft, luscious flesh sliding open like oil, revealing her tight anus. I rubbed my glans, dripping with my mother's vaginal fluid, against her small anus a few times before slowly pushing it in. Under the pressure of my thick penis, my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks were forced inwards, her pink flesh squeezing around and gripping my throbbing shaft.

My mother's previously tightly closed anus was stretched perfectly round by my penis, without a single wrinkle, the anal sphincter muscles gripping the neck of my glans tightly. At this point, I stopped pushing too hard into my mother's anus, letting her adjust slightly.

After waiting for a while, the mother's sphincter relaxed, and she slowly lowered her body and slowly swallowed the dick into the tight and warm anus. There was no need for me to exert any effort at all. My mother used the bumps of the car to swallow my thick cock up and down with her soft anus. Although the movement range was not large, but with the help of gravity, my mother's tight anal anus swallowed my entire cock every time. The folds of the inner wall of my intestines scratched my glans and numbness, and the elastic and tender anal flesh tightly wrapped my cock, making me almost hum with pleasure.

Moreover, with my mother sitting on my lap, her flesh-colored, semi-transparent pantyhose completely covered my lower body. Even our shoes were off, and I was constantly rubbing my mother's beautiful silk-stockinged feet. My hands roamed tirelessly over her two silk-stockinged legs, fully enjoying the delicate and smooth touch of the stockings and my mother's voluptuous and mature body.

Inside my mother's soft and warm anus, the thick flesh coiled around my penis, and her plump, silk-stockinged buttocks, like jelly made of milk, trembled and rippled with each swallow and release of my penis.

After being teased in this way by my mother's anus for about six or seven minutes, I felt my penis was about to reach its limit. I immediately told my mother to raise her buttocks as high as possible, and I hugged my mother's plump and smooth silk buttocks like I was in a horse stance, and tried my best to swing my waist, forcefully penetrating my mother's anus. The crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose was already stained dark with water, and her buttocks were wet and slippery. The anus penetrated by my hot penis seemed to be melting oil, making a soft sizzling sound as I thrust in and out.

My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, but she was afraid that my movements would attract my father's and brother's attention. So, she cooperated by sinking her waist down as much as possible, her round buttocks, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, thrusting back as high as she could. At the same time, she kept relaxing and tightening her sphincter muscles as I thrust in and out.

It felt like a soft, warm little hand was squeezing my penis deep inside her rectum, giving me even more intense stimulation and pleasure. After about twenty or thirty vigorous but strenuous thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few more times, gripping my mother's plump thighs in stockings tightly with both hands. I thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's anus, inserting the entire length. The walls of my mother's rectum immediately wrapped around my penis and began to writhe. I also relaxed my control, my penis trembling violently, ejaculating thick, turbid semen deep into my mother's intestines.

After I finished ejaculating, my legs went weak. I clung to my mother and plopped back down in my seat, my leg muscles still trembling wildly. That position had definitely been too strenuous; if it had lasted another two minutes, my legs would have cramped up.

I lay panting on my mother's back, while she nervously glanced ahead: my father and brother, one driving and the other playing a game, were completely unaware of what was happening behind them. I breathed a sigh of relief, first pulling out a prepared towel, then shifting my body slightly to let my limp penis slide out of her anus. I quickly wrapped my penis, now covered in the fluids of both mother and son, in the towel and wiped it clean. I then quickly cleaned her crotch as well, taking a few deep breaths to check for any odors.

Thankfully, the car windows were open the whole time, and the wind was strong. Plus, things were dealt with quickly, so there wasn't much of a smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball, put it in a plastic bag, and placed it next to the seat. She then quietly put on her underwear (which I had put in my pocket earlier), gesturing for me to quickly tuck my penis back into my pants and zip it up. She whispered, "Don't forget to take this bag with you when you get off the bus and throw it in the trash." I nodded in agreement, zipped up the bag, and then placed my hands on my mother's ample buttocks and beautiful legs—my favorite.

Once everything was mostly settled at home, my father's vacation ended, and he hurriedly returned to work. After seeing my father off, I impatiently locked the door, pulled my mother into the room, and onto the newly bought large bed—a bed we'd just bought after moving to our new house, one that even my father hadn't slept on more than a few times—I made my mother assume various positions, changing her into almost every color of stockings and pantyhose in the house. I then used my youthful, hot, thick semen to relentlessly flood every part of my mother's voluptuous and alluring body that could be penetrated…

her wet, slippery vagina… My mother, exhausted, collapsed weakly onto the sheets soaked with the sweat and bodily fluids of both mother and son, her thick labia parted, and thick semen slowly overflowed from her vagina, flowing down her buttocks to her anus. Her once tight and elastic anus was now wide open, unable to close, the anal bud slightly exposed to the air.

A stream of thick white semen slowly flowed down the engorged and reddened anal flesh, merging with the semen flowing from her vagina, forming a puddle on the sheets beneath her buttocks.

Looking down, one could clearly see several streaks of water and dried semen on the mother's alluring, full thighs, which were stained with the thin, flesh-gray transparent stockings. They were also torn in several places, and the exposed snow-white flesh of her legs was made even more sexy by the flesh-gray stockings. Looking up, one could see a puddle of semen between the mother's heaving, full breasts. Her rosy lips were slightly parted, and she was panting heavily. There was also semen on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks were flushed, and her brows showed both exhaustion and satisfaction.

I was really pent up during my father's two-week stay at home. Aside from the last time I had sex with my mother in the car during the move, we only had one other quick encounter while my father was renovating the new house. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have sex with my mother in the car. This time, I was completely released, and of course, I went all out until I was completely exhausted. My mother was the same; my father was busy with the renovation and moving, and he was very tired every day. He basically fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Although we'd had sex a few times, for my mother, who was gradually getting used to my burgeoning adolescent desires and had sex at least once a day, my father's pleasure was nowhere near as intense as what her son brought her. Besides, my mother was in her late forties, and her sensitive body, after being deeply explored by me, couldn't be satisfied by my father's few quick thrusts. So, as soon as my father left, I pulled her into the room, and she responded with extraordinary enthusiasm, much wilder than usual, which aroused me even more, continuing until both of us were exhausted and weak.

I managed to turn over, and my mother and I lay facing each other on our sides, chatting for a while. My mother proactively straddled my lap with one of her shapely, long, stockinged legs, allowing me to stroke her thigh while we talked. When I casually asked if my father was satisfying her in bed, she fell silent.

I remembered once jokingly asking her whose penis was bigger, which had angered her. She said she already felt bad enough about my relationship with my father, and that my question made her feel like one of those promiscuous women. She hadn't let me touch her for days, so when she didn't speak, I assumed I'd upset her again. Just as I was about to apologize, she sighed softly, "Your dad…" She trailed off after only two words.

I could tell my mother was troubled, so I hugged her and comforted her. Finally, she sighed and told me that as my father got older, he couldn't satisfy her as much in bed. She had initially thought it was normal, and because of what happened between us, she felt guilty towards him and had never discussed it with him.

But during this move, she noticed some clues and discovered that he frequently visited prostitutes while on the road—this didn't surprise her too much; men sometimes experience sadness and heartbreak when they're single and away from home for long periods. And what's more, he was having an affair with other family members in the trucking fleet. This made her furious.

However, out of consideration for me, my mother didn't confront my father directly. Besides, in my parents' generation, it was rare for couples to argue, fight, or divorce. And considering her incestuous relationship with her son, she seemed to have even less right to accuse my father. So, my mother kept these things to herself until today, when one of my unintentional remarks stirred up her feelings, and she finally told me.

Honestly, my first reaction upon hearing this was a jolt of excitement: Haha, with this leverage over my father, I won't feel so guilty around him anymore! And this way, my mother will definitely focus more of her attention and affection on me—a good thing!

Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with my mother: "Mom, this is perfect! He can have his fun outside, while you and I can be together at home—a win-win situation!" Deep down, my mother is still a very traditional woman. The reason we've progressed to this point is more to suppress my adolescent desires and help me focus on my studies; "love" outweighs "desire." But judging from her behavior today, she seems more like a woman indulging in desire than a mother who dotes on her child. It seems that discovering my father's betrayal has greatly facilitated the shift in my mother's mindset, leading her to define our relationship as "man and woman" rather than "mother and son."

Any man who has had a physical relationship with a woman will want to completely conquer her, and I was no exception, even though this woman was my beloved mother—that's what I truly thought at the time. Now, my father's infidelity has given me the opportunity to completely transform my mother into my woman.

While gently comforting my mother, I was also deep in thought, and my mother, embracing me, was completely unaware that her maternal love, even her doting affection, had condoned my physical assaults on her. Now, she could stand naked with her son, discussing her sex life with my father. This maternal love was gradually spiraling out of control…

Chapter Three

: After learning of my father's infidelity from my mother, when I saw him again, the unease I couldn't shake off vanished instantly. Before, because I had taken my mother's place, I always felt a lingering guilt and fear when facing my father. Now…! Heh, when I saw my father, I felt a bit angry, but more than that, I felt a sense of accomplishment, like that of a young man who has seized power and status from a weakened old man.

Although my attitude towards my father didn't change on the surface, it was just a facade. Whenever my father lectured me, I would verbally agree, but in my heart, I was disdainful. After all, I had even taken the woman who originally belonged exclusively to my father, and my penis had thoroughly explored my mother's warm, red lips and tight anus, which my father had never enjoyed. It was hard for me to still feel any fear or trepidation towards my father. Especially as I sensed my mother becoming increasingly attached to me and increasingly distant from my father, my sense of accomplishment as a man made me feel more and more that I could at least stand on equal footing with my father on a spiritual level.

Since having this thought, I have become more and more proactive in my interactions with my mother, and she has not been averse to this change at all. On the contrary, when we are alone, she shows more of a submissive attitude like a wife. Under my intentional or unintentional hints, she even began to try to reduce or even refuse my father's advances when he came home.

My father didn't seem to notice much about my mother's change. On one hand, he didn't have much desire for my mother's body, which he was already familiar with; on the other hand, many couples my father's age already had a low frequency of sex, and he had already satisfied himself with his lover and didn't have much energy left. He was probably secretly pleased that my mother hadn't forced him to "pay his dues."

Actually, when my mother discovered my father's affair, she considered making a scene, but ultimately, the traditional Chinese woman's submissive and silent nature prevailed. Moreover, in the past two years, my father felt he was getting older and couldn't handle long-distance travel all the time. He was thinking of having my uncle pull some strings while he was still in his position to get a transfer back to the office, perhaps doing some dispatching work—the pay wasn't less than driving, and it was much easier. If my mother exposed the affair now, my uncle would definitely find out. Given his rigid and upright nature, he might even send my father back to the ancestral hall in the countryside to reflect on his actions, and the job transfer would certainly fall through.

However, I personally believe that the key reason my mother could tolerate my father's affair was that she felt she was even with him. In order to allow me to release my intense adolescent desires and thus concentrate on my studies, my mother accepted the fact that she would satisfy my restlessness with her body. But no matter what, the immoral act of incest between mother and son, which is not accepted by society, has always been a shadow that cannot be shaken off in her heart. Especially when facing my father, my mother would always feel guilty and ashamed.

Actually, after discovering my father's affair, my mother initially felt disbelief and anger, but afterwards, she was filled with an indescribable sense of relief. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest, and her breathing became exceptionally easy and smooth.

However, my mother ultimately couldn't possibly approve of my father having a mistress, so she was quite unhappy with his occasional advances. I, driven by jealousy and possessiveness, encouraged her to let my father touch her less. As a result, after my mother refused a few times, my father almost completely stopped trying to seduce her.

I guess that's how people are. They tend to take what's readily available for granted, and over time, they might even get tired of it. Otherwise, I find it hard to understand why my father would leave my mother's mature and voluptuous body unused and instead seek thrills outside. I've met the woman he hooked up with. Apart from being eight or nine years younger than my mother, and not having as big a breast as my mother—though her breasts were a bit perkier—her buttocks weren't as round, and her skin wasn't as fair. As for her looks, well, in my opinion, she wasn't as attractive as my mother. However, she was quite good at dressing up; maybe that's what people call being flirtatious. But I still prefer the way my mother looked when I rode her on my lap, both shy and full of lust.

As my father's importance in my mother's heart diminished and eventually faded, her attachment to and dependence on me deepened. Initially, the key reason my mother agreed to let me release my sexual desire through her anus was so that I could concentrate on my studies after relieving my urges. Now, however, my mother will consciously or unconsciously dress according to my preferences, and she will even change into sexy and revealing clothes when we are alone to please me—of course, she still dresses modestly and modestly in public. Along with this, my mother will never forget to wear all kinds of ultra-thin stockings, open-crotch pantyhose, or suspender stockings on her long, full, beautiful legs to satisfy my sock fetish. Moreover, my mother became increasingly accepting of my audacious requests, which would have been impossible before—thanks to the great internet, my lewd ideas could constantly be renewed.

When I graduated from junior high school, a few internet cafes had already opened sporadically in our county; during the winter vacation of my first year of high school, a new era began, and the number of internet cafes gradually increased; by the winter vacation of my second year of high school, almost every internet cafe was booming. Encouraged by Xiao Dao and a few other classmates, I stepped into an internet cafe for the first time during the Spring Festival that year. Under Xiaodao's guidance, I turned on the computer and opened the browser. Then Xiaodao handed me a small note: "Bro, here's something good for you!"

Although the school offered computer classes, they taught DOS and BASIC, so I was quite at a loss when I first encountered Windows. I clumsily followed Xiaodao's instructions step by step, typing on the keyboard (hehe, if you see this URL and smile knowingly, then it proves you and s...). (Just like you, I experienced that era) After I finished typing, Xiao Dao pressed Enter forcefully. "Done. Pick whichever you like to watch."

After saying that, Xiao Dao turned his head and focused on the screen in front of him. I glanced at it and, lo and behold, this guy had already quickly opened a picture. The blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman in the picture was completely naked, holding up her large breasts and smiling seductively at the camera. Xiao Dao noticed my gaze and chuckled, "Brother, it's on the website I just gave you, take your time looking at it."

I smiled a little embarrassedly, turned to look at the computer in front of me, and clumsily operated the mouse and keyboard. I opened the adult literature section, browsed through it, and then my eyes lit up. I quickly clicked on the incest literature section, opened a story called "My Mother," and began reading it eagerly...

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiao Dao patted my shoulder, "Brother, let's go back?" He leaned closer as he spoke. I was startled and frantically tried to close the incestuous mother-son story I was reading. Xiao Dao, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted the article's content—"Son, You Can Shoot Inside Today," an early and well-known incestuous story about a mother and son, and one of the few at the time to focus on anal sex. For me, a little pervert obsessed with my mother's tight anus, it was a real feast.

Xiao Dao patted my shoulder with a grin: "Brother, this one's pretty exciting, right? I've read it several times, and every time I read it, my dick gets hard. Hehe, a son fucking his mother's ass, this guy really dares to write that! But you know what, it's actually quite enjoyable." After saying that, he glanced sideways at the bulge between my legs, gave me a knowing, wicked smile.

I was a little embarrassed, but also somewhat surprised. It turned out this guy had similar tastes to me. I was wondering why he had found me those incestuous and anal sex stories; it turns out he was into that stuff too! But I wasn't really in the mood to talk to him right now. After reading over ten incestuous stories, my penis had gone from hard to soft and back again. All I could think about was getting home so I could release my aroused desires on my mother's voluptuous and alluring body.

After calming my agitated penis down a bit, Xiao Dao, a few other classmates, and I left the internet cafe. They discussed playing billiards again, and Xiaodao enthusiastically invited me to join them, but I really wasn't in the mood. What entertainment could compare to the endless pleasure my mother's warm lips, wet and slippery vagina, and soft anus gave me?!

I made up an excuse, and without waiting for them to stop me, I hurriedly hopped on my bicycle and rode home. Although it was very windy that day, driven by desire, I pedaled incredibly fast, and every now and then I had to lift my buttocks to adjust—because of the excitement, my penis was stretched very tight in my thick jeans, and it was uncomfortable if I didn't adjust its position.

Although the journey that usually takes ten minutes only took me about half the time this time, my lustful mind still made it feel like several hours had passed. I clumsily parked my bike against the wall and rushed upstairs.

Today is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. A colleague's child is getting married today, and my father went to help drive and pick up the relatives. My brother left after breakfast, saying he was going to visit a classmate in a neighboring county and might not be back until dinner. It's a little past three in the afternoon now, and Grandma should be playing mahjong at Grandma Liu's house in the next building. If nothing unexpected happens, my mother will be home alone.

I excitedly pushed open the door, and just as I called out, "Mom, I'm home...", I saw my mother's ankle boots and my father's suede shoes lying on the floor by the door. I was stunned: Father was home?! Damn!!

Sure enough, my father's loud voice came from the living room: "Xiao Jie's back!"

"Yeah, Dad, weren't you going to help Uncle Xu's son with his wedding? Why are you back?" Disappointed, I slowly changed my shoes and asked my father listlessly.

My father was clearly in good spirits and didn't notice my dejection. He was watching TV with a cheerful smile and replied without turning his head, "Ah, several of their relatives from their hometown are going home after lunch. They said they'd come back before the main dinner tonight. Their village is only about ten kilometers east of our house, so I offered to take them. I can drop them off and then go home to rest for a bit, then pick them up around 5 pm to take them to the hotel, saving me a lot of travel. Haha, Old Xu even gave me another pack of cigarettes for this."

"Damn it, what bad luck!" I cursed inwardly, but forced a reply, "Yeah, that's good. By the way, where's Mom?" I hadn't seen my mother since I got back, so I asked casually.

"She's still taking a nap. When I got back around 2 PM, she had just tidied up the house. She must be tired, so she went to bed."

"Hmph, she definitely doesn't want to be in the same room as you. Otherwise, Mom would usually be knitting and watching TV on the sofa in the living room at this time," I muttered to myself.

Actually, my father has always been very good to me, especially after my grades improved. He always talks about me with a face full of pride. Every time he goes out, he never forgets to buy me something, especially if we go to big cities like Beijing or Shanghai. The delicious food and fun things he brings back make many of my classmates envious.

But my father had no idea that I, his proud son, had gradually taken over his role and position in bed over the past three years. Even my mother's mouth and anus, which he had never touched, had become the playground for my penis. He had laid my gentle and virtuous wife in various lewd and seductive positions on what should have been their bed countless times. And in his supposedly clean and comfortable home, traces of my mother and I's passionate encounters were almost everywhere—right here on the sofa, I often sat comfortably, watching TV, enjoying the royal treatment of my mother, topless and wearing only sexy stockings and high heels, kneeling between my legs and performing oral sex on me. This was something my father could never have imagined.

After learning of my father's betrayal of my mother, my guilt and fear towards him transformed into anger and a sense of liberation: since you're unfaithful to the family, you have no right to control my mother and me. Although I could never actually say these words to him, in my mind, I had already positioned myself and my father as akin to a disgraced old lion king and his young replacement in a herd. Facing him, I always felt an inescapable sense of accomplishment: the woman who once submitted to you now belongs to me. I can now understand a little why, even though no man could tolerate the shame of being cuckolded, some men still enjoy seducing married women—it's fucking thrilling!

Since my father was home and my mother was sleeping in her room, there was no way I could sneak into her bed to enjoy her mature, alluring body. I greeted my father somewhat dejectedly and went into my room.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep due to my pent-up desire. I tiptoed to the door and peeked through a crack. My father was smoking and watching TV. I locked the door, unlocked the drawer in my desk, and took out a pair of light gray pantyhose.

Before, when my father was home, it wasn't convenient to have sex with my mother, so I would ask her to take off her pantyhose for me to masturbate. This time, my father would be home for several days during the New Year, so I was naturally prepared. Sigh, but to be honest, I still prefer the stockings on my mother's long, beautiful legs for me to grope, rather than just holding them in my hands for masturbation like this.

I slipped one leg of the ultra-thin gray pantyhose, which carried the faint scent of my mother's skin, onto my hand, gripped my hard penis, and started stroking it up and down. With my other hand, I grabbed the other leg of my mother's pantyhose and brought it to my face, smelling and licking it.

Ever since my fetish for stockings was discovered, my mother specially asked a Hong Kong manager at their hotel, with whom she had a good relationship, to buy a lot of stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles from Hong Kong. They were all of good quality—of course, not cheap either—the material was smooth and soft, and they covered my mother's plump and fleshy long legs. Every time I touched them, I was intoxicated. When I made love with my mother, I almost always had one hand on my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, stroking them.

Unable to enjoy my mother's voluptuous body now, I could only masturbate with her stockings. I needed to calm my throbbing penis down first… So, while smelling and licking, my hand kept moving, and my once-fierce penis ejaculated a large gush of thick, cloudy white semen through my mother's sheer stockings, slowly subsiding.

I quickly cleaned myself up, tossed the semen-soaked grey stockings haphazardly under the bed, and crawled under the covers. Feeling much calmer after releasing myself, I soon fell asleep.

I opened my eyes again, and it was my father shaking me awake: "Xiao Jie, wake up!"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Dad, what time is it?"

"It's past four o'clock, and you're still sleeping like it's the middle of the night. I have to go pick people up. You should get up too. After I pick up the groom's relatives, I'll come back on the way to pick you and your mother up to go to the hotel."

"No need. Besides, I don't like sharing a car with strangers." I was still a little dazed, but after hearing my father's words, I immediately woke up and objected.

My father didn't insist: "That's fine too. After all, the van is basically full after picking up a few relatives from the Xu family. You and your mother should keep an eye on the time; the banquet is set for 6:30, don't be too late. I'll be going now."

I nodded, and my father turned and left my room. I heard my father say a few words to my mother in the living room. My mother was probably in her room too, because she responded, and my father then left.

As the door slammed shut, I jumped out of bed. The winter air was bone-chillingly cold, and I was only wearing a close-fitting thermal undershirt, so I couldn't help but shiver. I hastily grabbed a coat and threw it on, rushing across the living room and into my mother's bedroom. I dashed to her bed in a couple of strides.

She was getting ready to get up, sitting against the headboard, only halfway through putting on her sweater. She was clearly startled by my sudden intrusion, one arm still raised in mid-air. Seeing it was me, she gave me a disapproving look. "When will you ever learn to be more composed?" she said, shaking off half the blanket to urge me to get on the bed. "You're not even dressed properly, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

A mother is a mother, after all; her first thought was that I might be cold. I chuckled, then darted under the covers and pressed myself against my mother, planting a firm kiss on her fair cheek.

We'd been lying in bed for a while; my mother's full, warm, and soft body, clad only in her underwear, was pressed against me almost without any gap, making it incredibly comfortable to hold her.

I wrapped my arms around her soft, full waist and pulled her back under the covers. My mother chuckled softly, then reached out and hugged my neck, bringing her lips to mine.

Without hesitation, I captured my mother's moist red lips with my own, my tongue nimbly darting into her mouth, finding her soft, moist tongue and licking it wantonly. My hands also expertly explored my mother's mature and voluptuous body.

My mother was originally wearing a pink cotton undershirt and thermal underwear (Note: it seems that nowadays they are called autumn clothes and thermal underwear in Mandarin, I don't know where the origin is. Someone on Weibo has also raised the question, many places call it cotton undershirt and thermal underwear, and that's what I call it in my hometown too), and with her cooperation, I quickly took off the clothes, revealing my mother's fair and full body.

Because of my fetish for stockings, coupled with the burgeoning desires of a teenager, my mother made stockings and pantyhose almost a standard part of her wardrobe to satisfy me. Today was no exception; my mother wore a pair of flesh-colored, crystal-clear sheer stockings under her bra.

I crawled under the covers, kneeling between my mother's beautiful legs clad in stockings. I eagerly pressed my lips to her plump, fleshy thighs, licking them from her rounded knees upwards. I savored the warm scent of her body and the smooth texture of the stockings on my tongue and lips, leaving wet streaks on her sheer, flesh-colored stockings. My mother's fingers gripped my hair, emitting soft, alluring moans that seemed to be a mixture of resistance and acceptance.

When my tongue brushed past the lace trim of her stockings, pressing against her full, rounded vulva through her pink panties, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Through a thin layer of silk floss, I diligently licked the hollow between my mother's plump mounds with my tongue. Soon, a large patch of her panties became wet; besides my saliva, the vaginal fluid secreted from her own vulva also contributed significantly.

After giving my mother oral sex through her panties for a while, I slightly raised my head and tried to pull her panties off by biting the elastic band with my teeth. My mother cooperated by lifting her hips, allowing me to easily remove the last barrier protecting her vulva.

My hands caressed my mother's smooth, soft, silk-stockinged legs. I buried my head between her thighs again, my tongue parting her already wet vulva and plunging into her warm, moist vagina, licking and sucking, occasionally curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, striving to explore the depths of her honeyed depths. I also used my nose, rubbing it back and forth on her clitoris.

Under my oral stimulation, my mother's initial low hums through her nose grew more rapid, slowly turning into soft "hmm... ah..." sounds. Although I couldn't hear them clearly from under the covers, they were as clear as a victory horn to my ears, making my desire rise even higher.

After licking for a while longer, feeling my penis hard and throbbing slightly, I finally stuck my head out from under the covers and took a few deep breaths. I lowered my head, found my mother's small mouth, and kissed her soft tongue for a while, letting her taste my own flavor. Then, I hurriedly parted my mother's legs and inserted my hot, hard penis into her already wet and juicy vagina.

Although she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children, my mother's vagina couldn't possibly be as tight as the young women described in books, but the warm, moist walls allowed me to move easily without much effort. Most importantly, the stimulation of watching my thick penis thrusting in and out of my own mother's vagina was something that no other sensation could replace. Thanks to my ample endowment, each thrust reached my mother's cervix, and her clitoris would open and close with each thrust, like a baby's mouth sucking on my glans, giving me an incredibly pleasurable sensation. Caught up in the moment

, I bent down and hoisted my mother's two long, slender, stockinged legs onto my shoulders, then lowered my head and gently nibbled at her erect nipple with my teeth. Seeing my mother's delicate brows furrowed and her face flushed, I mischievously bit her nipple hard. My mother cried out in surprise, looked up and saw my wicked grin. She pinched my chest, both angry and amused. "You naughty boy, trying to bite your mother's... off?!"

I chuckled, straightened up, grabbed my mother's plump thighs with both hands, and forcefully spread them apart, exposing my mother's muddy flower garden to my eyes. With a sudden thrust, my thick penis, covered in the secretions of both mother and son's genitals, forced open her half-open labia and plunged into my mother's lower body all the way in.

The mother let out a muffled groan, her eyes, almost dripping with desire, glazed over as she watched her doted son thrust wildly into her, releasing his pent-up lust. From her angle, she could see the glistening fluid on the veiny shaft of his penis as it withdrew from her lips, adding a touch of blush to her already flushed face.

As my movements became more intense, her moans grew louder. I held my mother's plump, smooth legs in stockings, thrusting my penis vigorously into her honey pot while turning my head to lick her rounded calves and delicate feet, which I had lifted into the air. This caused my mother to moan and let out a few ticklish giggles. Amidst her laughter and moans, I smeared my saliva all over her legs, which were covered in flesh-colored sheer stockings.

After thrusting violently on my mother hundreds of times, I lowered her legs, which I had held up for a while, patted her white buttocks, and gestured for her to lie on her side. I then pulled the corner of the blanket over her back.

My mother smiled and glanced at me, praising me, "Good son, you know how to care for others now." Before she finished speaking, I grabbed her right ankle and lifted up one of her plump, silk-stockinged legs. I then knelt on her other smooth, fleshy thigh, my engorged penis aimed directly at her slightly parted vulva, easily penetrating to the root. My mother's voice immediately turned into a muffled groan.

I held one of my mother's beautiful legs in my arms, caressing and licking it wantonly, my waist swaying back and forth. My thick, dark penis thrust in and out, forcing open her slightly dull labia, revealing glimpses of the bright red flesh inside her honeypot. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a spring, soaking the sheets between us. Meanwhile, I sat on her other leg, which was covered in smooth stockings, rubbing against her buttocks and inner thighs with my movements. The smooth, soft sensation sent waves of pleasure through me, further arousing my desire.

However, after maintaining this position for nearly ten minutes while thrusting in and out of my mother's wet and slippery vagina, I had to stop and catch my breath. Partly, my mother's legs were getting tired of being held up like this for so long, and partly, my own back and legs were aching and numb. After

resting for a bit, I had my mother turn over and raise the other leg. I rubbed my hard, secretion-covered penis against my mother's stockings, pressed it against her light brown anus, which was already soaked with her vaginal fluids, and with a little force, my large, shiny, purplish-red glans pushed open her tight but soft anus, slowly plunging completely between her two plump buttocks, smoothing out the fine folds of her anus.

After fully penetrating my mother's anus, I paused briefly. Although my mother was quite skilled at anal sex, she couldn't just rush in like she had on the flower path.

She let out a long breath, adjusting to the full, hot sensation between her buttocks, and smiled slightly at me, signaling that I could move.

With her permission, I naturally did my best. Stroking and playing with her soft, plump, snow-white buttocks, I began thrusting into her tight, wet anus. My mother straightened her back, her smooth, plump buttocks trembling with each thrust of her son's penis, accompanied by soft moans of "Ah...ah..."

As her body writhed, my mother's long hair cascaded onto the pillow, her pale face flushed, her hazy eyes half-open and half-closed. She would occasionally furrow her brow at my vigorous movements, appearing both delicate and alluring, which only fueled my frenzied actions. My mother's moans grew louder. My

thick penis slid in and out between my mother's plump, white buttocks, penetrating to the hilt with each thrust, stretching her tender anus even wider. When I withdrew, the monstrous, purplish-red glans caused my mother's small anus to bulge from the cleft of her buttocks. The elastic anal flesh enveloped my penis, sending a warm, soft, and wonderful sensation through me.

I tilted my head and took my mother's plump thighs, encased in smooth stockings, into my mouth, savoring the warm, meaty aroma and the texture of the velvet stockings on my tongue. As I thrust my penis into my mother's tight, warm anus, my gaze roamed over her voluptuous, mature body. Seeing my mother's snow-white body twist and turn with my vigorous thrusting, her full breasts and plump buttocks swaying and creating waves of flesh, especially her snow-white buttocks trembling between my legs like bouncy milk jelly, accompanied by the soft touch of her flesh beneath me, I suddenly felt an indescribable impulse, raised my arm and slapped my mother's white and plump buttocks.

With a crisp "smack," her smooth, white buttocks trembled violently. The low moans that my mother had been deliberately suppressing in her throat suddenly rose much higher, a moan that sounded like she was in pain but wasn't, escaping from her red lips and scattering into the air. Seeing my mother's slightly clenched teeth and dazed look, I let go of my initial trepidation, chuckled, and began to knead her beautiful, round buttocks without any mercy, thrusting forcefully in and out of her mature anus, making her tender asshole turn red. While manipulating my mother's soft anus, I would occasionally raise my hand and slap her plump buttocks, which trembled with each thrust of my penis. Before long, her originally snow-white buttocks were stained with a vibrant color. With each slap, her moans would rise uncontrollably.

Heh, it seems novels truly are inspired by life but transcend it; even the most absurd and outrageous erotic novels are no exception. Although my mother certainly didn't experience the masochistic heroines of some novels who were brought to multiple orgasms by me, I felt that every time I slapped her buttocks—I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid that my mother would get angry—her snow-white buttocks would spasm and tighten. Between the soft flesh of her buttocks, a tight ring of flesh gripped my penis, making me feel so good that I almost foamed at the mouth—of course, I was referring to my penis!

I looked down and saw that my mother's originally tight anus was stretched round, as if a thin red thread was wrapped around my penis. With a gentle pull of my glans, the soft anus was pulled open, revealing a ring of bright red anal flesh, twitching slightly on my penis, ripe and tempting.

By this time, my mother had lowered her legs, lying on her side on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight, her plump, snowy buttocks arched back as she tried to stay upright. I maintained my kneeling position on one of my mother's silk-stockinged legs, grasping her warm, soft, and full buttocks with both hands. I thrust my penis forward, and my mother's anus immediately tightened, pulling it into her buttocks. Her tender anus gripped my shaft tightly, rubbing from the glans all the way to the base of my penis. My entire penis was enveloped by the soft, moist intestinal walls, both tight and slippery.

Holding my mother's plump buttocks tightly, with each round of intense thrusting, my mother's body trembled even more violently. Her usually dignified and composed face was now filled with a shy and charming expression. Her wet anus clenched tightly around my penis, twitching unconsciously.

I leaned down and asked in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?"

"Yours...it's so hot...it's melting inside...ah—ah—"

The tender flesh of her intestinal walls rubbed against my glans, sending a blissful sensation through me. My mother's cheeks were flushed, her hands pressed tightly against the headboard, and she twisted her plump, white buttocks vigorously to meet my thrusts. Her buttocks slapped loudly by my lower abdomen, and her vagina overflowed with lustful fluid.

Gently licking her earlobe, I whispered, "Mom, you're mine, always will be..."

My mother was clearly moved, and she said haltingly, "I'm your... good son... you're mine too..."

Her moans grew more urgent, her snow-white, plump buttocks trembling under the thrusting of my penis. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, her anus clamping tightly around my penis, her body trembling violently.

I had been holding back for so long, and now my penis was deep inside my mother's rectum, the intestinal walls coiling around it and writhing incessantly. I immediately released my ejaculation, ejaculating deep inside her intestines.

This ejaculation was exceptionally heavy. I lay on my mother's back, my hands reaching forward to grasp her full breasts, my legs pressed tightly against her ample, stockinged thighs, rubbing against her. I squinted, savoring the pleasure of my pent-up desire being released within her.

My mother's plump buttocks trembled beneath me, her body clenching her still-erect penis, squeezing out the remaining semen.

I pulled the blanket over us, covering ourselves completely, and turned my head to kiss her. She turned her face to meet my lips. I slipped my tongue into my mother's small mouth, sucking on her moist, soft tongue until my neck ached. Reluctantly, I released her lips, rolled off her, and lay down beside her.

My mother turned over, smiled gently at me, and said, "We should get up and get ready to go to the hotel."

"Okay," I nodded, got up, and started dressing. My mother went to the bathroom to clean herself, and I went back to my room to get dressed. We then hailed a taxi and rushed to the hotel.

When we arrived, my father was already sitting there, chatting animatedly with a group of colleagues. I went over to greet him, but he waved dismissively at my mother and me before turning back to his conversation.

My mother and I exchanged a smile, found our seats, and soon my brother arrived. However, he only exchanged a few words with us before my father called him to their table for drinks. As my father's colleagues at the table said, "Old He, your eldest son is all grown up now; he should have a drink."

Actually, my brother often drinks with his classmates at the sports school when they go out to eat, and my parents probably know this but turn a blind eye.

Enough of the small talk. After a while, the banquet began. Since I was sitting at a table with a group of aunties and grandmothers, no one was drinking, so I just focused on eating. By the time the bride and groom came to toast, I was almost full.

I glanced at the bride and bridesmaids (I automatically ignored the groom). Although it was cold, the hotel was well-heated and crowded, so the bride wore a rather daring wedding dress—I don't know when it started, but everyone in China seems to wear wedding dresses for their weddings—revealing her delicate shoulders and the curve of her chest. The bridesmaids were rather plump and clearly not as attractive as the bride. I couldn't help but maliciously speculate that the bride had deliberately chosen a bridesmaid who was obviously less attractive than herself to be her foil.

The bride was standing next to me when she was toasting. As she leaned forward to clink glasses with everyone, I glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of her cleavage—not as large as my mother's, but firm and perky. My mother noticed my inappropriate gaze, coughed, and glared at me.

The bride finished toasting and left. I was turning my head to glance at her curvaceous back, especially her round and pert buttocks, when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my leg—my mother had kicked me. I turned back and saw my mother's puffed-up profile. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; she was jealous,

wasn't she? I whispered in her ear that she should come find me in the restroom later, ignoring her angry whispers, and pushed back my chair to go to the restroom. I looked around the restroom—good, no one was there. I went back to the door and patiently waited for my mother.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, my mother appeared in the hallway.

Seeing me leaning against the wall, grinning smugly, my mother blushed and lightly spat, "You naughty son, you're getting more and more unruly! What did you call me here for? Go see someone else's bride!"

"Hehe, Mom, why do I smell jealousy?" I grinned and went closer, hugging my mother tightly.

My mother was startled and quickly pushed my hands away, "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?!"

"Okay, let's go inside then. I checked, no one's in there." I didn't allow my mother to refuse and forcefully dragged her into the men's restroom stall.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd made advances to her outside of our home, there were so many people at the banquet, and who knew when someone might walk in? Besides, it was winter, and changing clothes was quite a hassle. My mother was very concerned, holding my hand to stop me from doing anything inappropriate, while saying sourly, "Mom's getting old and losing her looks. You should find someone young and beautiful like today's bride."

Jealousy is indeed a woman's nature, I thought to myself. With a sigh, I put on a serious face and said to my mother, "Mom, in my heart you are the most beautiful and loving woman in the world. I have you in my life, that's enough. How could I possibly fall for another woman?!"

My mother was clearly moved by my confession. Although it was a clichéd line that even third-rate romance novels wouldn't use anymore, it was enough to make my mother, who had never received a sweet word from my father, swoon.

Seeing my mother's slightly flushed face and shy expression, coupled with the voluptuous curves outlined by her tight sweater, I became even more aroused and reached out to undo her belt.

Although my mother was also somewhat aroused, she still didn't dare let me indulge my desires in this situation. In the end, she persuaded me, who was blinded by lust, to give me oral sex without taking off my clothes.

I eagerly pulled my pants down to my knees and stood there with my legs wide apart. My mother glared at me with a hint of embarrassment, then squatted down in front of me and skillfully took my already erect penis into her mouth, beginning to suck and swallow.

After ejaculating in the afternoon, I simply wiped my genitals, and some marks from our lovemaking remained on my penis. However, my mother showed no disgust—in fact, now, as long as my anus is clean, my mother will clean my penis with her mouth even after anal sex. I was quite nervous when I first made such a request, but my mother hesitated for a moment and then agreed. However, that was because I had given her an enema that day, and my penis was still clean. If it had been stained with excrement, I wouldn't have dared to make such a request. But today, it was only stained with some semen and nectar, so my mother naturally didn't mind.

She first used her nimble tongue to lick my entire penis, making it shiny and oily, before she took the menacing glans into her mouth and began to move my penis in and out of her warm, moist mouth.

Watching my dark, thick penis slide in and out between my mother's red lips, and with her tongue probing the groove between my glans and shaft to help me ejaculate quickly while she stroked my testicles with her hand. With my conscious guidance, my mother's oral sex skills have improved considerably, and she can now accommodate my thick, long penis inserted into her throat. So, she would often open her mouth wide and vigorously manipulate my penis, sometimes swallowing it whole in one gulp, letting me enjoy the pleasure of her tight throat gripping my penis. Other times, she would gently pry open my urethral opening with her tongue and brush it back and forth, making me gasp repeatedly in pleasure.

Under my mother's skillful tongue, despite having just ejaculated on her that afternoon, I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate again, my penis throbbing and swelling to its highest point. My mother clearly noticed I was about to give in and sucked even harder. Finally, a strong tingling sensation ran through my glans in my mother's mouth, and it began to throb, ejaculating my second load of semen into her mouth. I could see that with each ejaculation, my mother's throat moved rhythmically, swallowing all of my filthy fluid of desire.

After ejaculation completely stopped, my mother spat out my semi-erect penis and carefully used the tip of her tongue to scoop up all the cloudy semen and put it back into her mouth. Watching my usually dignified mother kneel before me in a submissive posture, performing lewd services, I felt my limp penis, still weak from ejaculation, still throbbing.

Suddenly, my mother lightly flicked my wet penis. "You little rascal, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and get dressed and go out."

I chuckled foolishly and obediently pulled up my pants. My mother told me to go outside and see if anyone was there. I went to the door, looked around, and then turned back to signal to my mother that no one was there. My mother hurried out of the bathroom, then looked back at herself in the mirror to tidy her clothes and hair. Feeling everything was alright, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go."

On the way back to the banquet, I inevitably got another lecture from my mother, forcing me to promise to study harder next semester without exception before she finally stopped. Honestly, since we became intimate, I'm not as fearful of her lectures as before. Before, if I was really annoyed, I could still throw a tantrum or give her the cold shoulder. But now, if I show even the slightest impatience, she becomes the one throwing a tantrum and giving me the cold shoulder, and she has a killer move—she won't let me touch her. So, for the sake of my own sexual happiness, I could only listen respectfully to my mother's nagging.

I affectionately linked arms with my mother as we walked back to our seats. The other family members at the table didn't seem to notice anything amiss; on the contrary, they envied the good relationship between my mother and son. In their words, unlike their own mischievous sons, who were always causing trouble with their studies and loved to contradict them, they never dared to dream of a relationship as good as ours. I smiled shyly, glancing at my mother, secretly chuckling to myself, "You'd never guess how much better my mom and I are in bed!"

Amidst the lively commotion of the banquet, I remained oblivious, my eyes, filled with confusion, staring intently at my mother and me from afar for a long time before finally looking away…

Chapter Four:

Time slipped away quietly like flowing water. High school life was usually quite monotonous, but with my mother's mature and voluptuous body bearing the weight of my burgeoning desires, it didn't feel too unbearable.

Before I knew it, the weather had gradually become hot; summer was approaching, and I was about to finish my second year of high school. This year, my older brother took the college entrance exam and was already at home waiting for news. Our school, however, didn't start its summer break until late July, and the new semester would begin again in less than a month. Although some sighed, the students had already mentally prepared themselves under the constant reminders from teachers and parents: a year before the college entrance exam, give it your all!

I listened absentmindedly to the homeroom teacher's long speech, and when he announced the end of the class, the whole class scattered like birds. I excitedly returned home from school. Although my father and brother were both home, it didn't dampen my spirits at all—my father had been transferred back to an office job, not at our county's main station, but in a better-developed town. He was back to wait for my brother's college admission results. If all went well, he'd receive his acceptance letter in the next couple of days and then return to his unit. After that, I just needed to avoid him. I'd just have to be patient for a while.

Sure enough, the college entrance exam results for the early admission batch were released within two days, and my brother received his acceptance letter from the provincial sports academy, just as he had hoped. It was a happy result for everyone; my parents were beaming with joy. My brother, however, seemed a little distracted and didn't go out with his classmates and friends as often as he usually did during holidays.

But whatever my brother thought, getting into university was always something to be happy about, and he became the first university student in our family—my uncle's child was born later, two years younger than me. So my father was very happy and spent the last two days organizing a celebration for my brother with relatives and friends.

A hotel was booked, and that evening, my father was radiant, accepting every toast from friends and relatives until he was completely drunk. My brother was also given a lot of alcohol, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

My mother had also had a little to drink, her fair face slightly flushed. My mother and I helped my father into the taxi, while my brother stumbled in on his own.

When we got home, both my father and brother were asleep. My father kept smacking his lips and mumbling indistinctly, "One more drink." My mother and I struggled to get the two heavy men to bed.

After tucking my brother in with a blanket, I tiptoed out of the room, just as my mother came out of her bedroom. Seeing me, my mother let out a soft sigh, smiled at me, and said, "Xiao Jie, are you tired? Get some rest early tonight..."

Before she could finish, I rushed forward, hugged my mother's soft waist, and kissed her on the lips, silencing her before she could finish her sentence.

My mother was startled and pushed me away forcefully, saying in a low voice, "Are you crazy?! Your father and brother are both home!"

My mother's face was flushed pink from the exertion and the alcohol, making her look more alluring than usual. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her slightly rapid breathing beneath her milky white silk shirt, creating rounded, high curves. The form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her round, plump buttocks, while her shapely calves, visible beneath the hem, were encased in light gray sheer stockings. A pair of pointed-toe black high-heeled shoes further emphasized her curvaceous figure, making my heart race with desire. My penis, which had been idle for days, began to stir restlessly in my crotch.

I shamelessly moved closer to my mother's soft, fragrant body, one hand around her waist and the other kneading her soft, plump buttocks through her clothes. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, Dad and brother are asleep. They drank so much, they probably won't wake up even if there's thunder. Besides, it's been almost a week since we've done it. You can hold back, but I'm going crazy." After saying that, I took my mother's round earlobe into my mouth and gently licked it.

My mother, already a little feverish from drinking, was touched and kissed by me, and after my pleading, she hesitated slightly, as she was used to always giving in to my demands. I then practically pushed and shoved her onto my bed.

Summer clothes are light, and in no time, I stripped her of her upper body. Her slightly loose but still large and white breasts, freed from the support and restraint of a bra, swayed alluringly. I pounced on her, burying my head between her full breasts, and with one mouth, I sucked hard on a dark nipple, my wet tongue swirling around it, smearing saliva on her plump white breasts.

While nursing, I reached out and grasped my mother's other breast. With a slight squeeze, the soft, white flesh spilled out from between my fingers, rippling with alluring waves.

My mother's mature and beautiful body had become increasingly sensitive after more than two years of my tireless exploration. This was evident in the nipples that quickly hardened on my tongue, and the suppressed, soft moans further confirmed that I had successfully aroused her desire. As

my tongue continued to tease her erect nipples, I rolled up her skirt to her waist, further liberating her plump buttocks, which were encased in sheer light gray pantyhose and pink lace panties.

Driven by lust, I had no patience to remove my mother's clothes piece by piece. Amid her gasps, I roughly tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, then pulled aside her already damp underwear. I hastily pulled my own pants down, and without the restraint of my underwear, my bulging penis twitched twice before standing erect in the cool summer night air.

My large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed against my mother's slightly parted, moist labia a couple of times, getting some glistening, sticky nectar on it, before plunging in with unstoppable force. My thick, long penis spread open my mother's plump labia and was fully inserted into the bottom of her honey hole. The intense thrust made my mother groan involuntarily, a sound that was both painful and not painful. But then, with the powerful thrusting of my penis, a deliberately suppressed sweet moan began to emanate from my mother's throat.

Perhaps because I thought of my father and brother, who were just a wall away, I was especially excited when I made love with my mother this time. My mother, probably due to the alcohol, was unexpectedly proactive in twisting her waist and swaying her

hips. Especially each time my penis was pulled out of my mother's vagina, I could clearly feel the vaginal walls sucking and wrapping around my penis, as if unwilling to let it go. Since my beautiful mother was so fully engaged, I naturally had to use all my strength to satisfy her. I thrust my hips forward and started with a round of rapid thrusts, trying to go all the way in each time, making my mother's hips twist and her breasts shake. It also allowed me to release the desire that had accumulated over the past few days. My mother moaned incessantly as I thrust into her. Her warm, wet, and slippery vagina wrapped around my thick, dark penis. The slippery, layered sensation inside was incredibly pleasurable. The head of my penis rubbed back and forth against the wet, slippery folds of her vaginal walls, which felt absolutely wonderful.

After thrusting violently for nearly a hundred times in one breath, I slowed down the frequency of my penis entering and exiting my mother's honey pot, admiring the seductive movements of my mature mother beneath me, moaning with each thrust. At the same time, I lifted my mother's beautiful legs, encased in soft, thin pantyhose, onto my shoulders, thrusting powerfully like a pile driver, while turning my head to gently lick and nibble on my mother's rounded calves and knees, leaving wet marks on the soft, ultra-thin gray pantyhose. With each powerful thrust, my mother's black stiletto heels trembled as I lifted her into the air, her weak and helpless appearance only arousing my interest.

I lowered my mother's two plump, long, stockinged legs and lightly patted her side. My mother, already familiar with my habits, obediently rolled over and knelt on the bed. Her ripe, fleshy buttocks, encased in thin grey stockings, appeared exceptionally full in this position.

Naturally, after her son assumed this lewd and seductive pose, my mother obediently and proactively cupped her white buttocks and spread them apart. Through the crotch of her pantyhose, which I had previously torn, her already muddy vulva and her tender anus, slowly pulsating with each breath, were fully revealed to me.

I smiled silently. To have my usually reserved and chaste mother now obediently making such submissive and fawning gestures must be an immense and indescribable satisfaction for any man with an Oedipus complex—especially since I'm probably still a middle school student.

Kneeling behind my mother's high, plump buttocks, I pressed my purplish-red glans, covered in secretions from both my mother and myself, against her soft, tight anus. With a slight push, my mother tacitly relaxed her anal muscles, and my dark penis, which looked exceptionally large compared to her small anus, slowly disappeared into her two snow-white, plump buttocks without much effort, until it was fully inserted.

I took a deep, satisfying breath. After my penis was fully inserted into my mother's rectum, I paused for a moment. No matter how skilled I was, I had to let my mother get used to the feeling of her intestines swelling. Of course, I wasn't idle either. I leaned over and lay on my mother's smooth, bare back, stroking and playing with her full breasts and plump buttocks and beautiful legs under the smooth, thin silk. Especially as a stocking fetishist and leg fetishist, my mother's plump, fleshy legs paired with the smooth and soft ultra-thin silk were my favorite things that I could never get tired of playing with.

My hands roamed over my mother's body for a while, and her breathing became erratic again. She turned to me and said, "Good son, hurry up... hurry up and finish, or your dad and brother will find out." She said this, but judging from her barely suppressed, slight swaying of her waist and her eyes, brimming with lustful desire, it was more because she herself couldn't resist the itching within her. It seemed that after so much of my tireless exploration of her anus, anal sex was more stimulating for her than regular intercourse.

Since my beloved mature mother had taken the initiative to challenge me, and my penis, inserted in her anus, was throbbing and desperately needed release, I naturally turned my attention back to her. I gripped her soft, plump, silky buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust wildly into her warm, tight anus like a storm. My lower body collided with her high, plump buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. The fact that my mother's anus would occasionally tighten and relax in response to my movements brought me even greater pleasure, making me even more sexually aroused. Every time my mother's snow-white, round, plump, silky buttocks collided with my lower abdomen, she couldn't help but let out a low moan. The cries excited me even more, and I thrust faster and faster, with increasing force. With each thrust, I felt as if I wanted to squeeze both my testicles into my mother's anus, releasing my energy and desire to my heart's content within her soft anus.

The "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh and the "squeak squeak" of my penis thrusting in and out of my mother's asshole continued incessantly. At this intense rhythm, after nearly ten minutes of thrusting in my mother's anus, I finally couldn't hold back any longer. The tender flesh of my mother's rectal wall rubbed intensely against my hard glans, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my body. The moans of "Mmm... Ah..." emanating from my mature, beautiful mother kneeling before me further aroused me. My penis twitched, and I gripped my mother's plump buttocks tightly, thrusting my penis deep into her anus. A gush of hot semen sprayed into her rectum. I held my mother's plump, silky buttocks tightly until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her anus, then I contentedly withdrew my somewhat limp but still thick and menacing penis. As my penis was withdrawn, a stream of cloudy semen slowly flowed from my mother's still slightly aching, red anus. My mother let out a long, soft gasp, her voice filled with endless allure and satisfaction.

Lying beside my mother, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her neck, capturing her full, red lips in a deep kiss, teasing her warm, nimble tongue with lingering desire. One leg was habitually straddling my mother, enjoying the pleasure of skin rubbing against her plump, fleshy legs in stockings. My damp, limp penis rubbed against her buttocks intermittently, leaving smudges on the thin grey pantyhose that tightly hugged her full hips. After

resting comfortably like this for a while, we suddenly heard the door creak open. My mother and I were startled and sat up abruptly. Looking towards the source of the sound, we saw that the door had probably not been closed properly and had been shaken by the wind.

My mother got up from my bed as well, taking off the gray stockings I had torn at the crotch. While tidying her clothes, she muttered a complaint that I was too reckless and hadn't even closed the door properly. She worried that if my father and brother got up to use the bathroom and found out, it would be terrible. At that moment, I naturally adopted the attitude of an obedient son, sincerely accepting my mother's criticism, while fantasizing in my mind about what clothes and what color stockings I should make my mother wear next time we made love...

My mother quickly tidied herself up and went to take a shower. I muttered, "I remember closing the door," and then put the matter out of my mind. After relaxing, I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up around 7 a.m., and groggily got up to take a shower. Halfway through, my mother called me from outside, saying breakfast was ready. I

went into the living room with my hair still wet. My father was sitting listlessly on the sofa watching TV, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a hangover. I asked him what was wrong, and he said my father was doing alright; my brother hadn't gotten up yet. It wasn't

until lunchtime that my brother was finally woken up by my mother. But judging from his absent-minded and uninterested eating, he was probably still hungover. After only a few bites, he pushed away his chopsticks, said he wasn't eating anymore, and went back to his room. My mother was a little worried and went to check on him, but my brother was just listless, saying it was because it was the first time he'd drunk so much, and he'd be fine after some rest.

Back at the dinner table, Mother couldn't help but complain to Father. Father, however, had recovered his spirits by midday, smiling broadly and nodding repeatedly, promising not to let my brother drink too much again. This made it impossible for Mother to stay angry.

After lunch, Father rested briefly before returning to his workplace. Mother had arranged to go shopping with some colleagues. With them gone, the house suddenly felt quiet. Looking at the bright sun outside, I retreated to my room to enjoy the air conditioning and play Warcraft—my parents' income was quite good now, and we'd bought a lot of new things, including an air conditioner and a computer.

While I was engrossed in playing with my headphones on, someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced over; it was my brother. He seemed sober, but his expression was quite serious. I was focused on conquering Azeroth and didn't think much of it, casually asking, "Brother, you're up? Is something wrong?" My hands didn't stop as I spoke.

My brother turned to face me. "Stop for a second, I have something important to tell you!" I wanted to brush it off, but seeing his serious expression, I had to take off my headphones. "What's so serious about it?" I glanced at the clock on the table; it was almost 4:30. My mother should be back in about an hour. I hoped my brother wouldn't take up too much of my time, so I could play on the computer a little longer before she arrived.

He said he had something important, but once I sat down and looked at him, he fell silent, not saying a word for a long time, just staring at me with a strange look—how to put it—a mix of emotions that made me a little uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance. "Brother, just say what's on your mind. What's there to hold back between us brothers?" Seeing that he still didn't speak, I added casually, "If you don't have anything to say, don't block my computer time. Otherwise, when Mom comes back, she'll nag me for ages..." "

What's going on between you and Mom?" My brother suddenly blurted out, staring intently at me.

"...Oh my god. What, what's going on between me and Mom?!" My mind went blank for a moment. I repeated what my brother had said, but my tongue started to get tied in knots halfway through. Although the air conditioning in the room was on and quite cool, when the thought came to my senses, a cold sweat instantly soaked my back—the feeling of having my secret exposed was truly terrifying.

"The day I treated you to dinner, I heard you and Mom making noises in the hotel bathroom, and at the time I just thought it was strange. But later I accidentally found this in your room," my brother said, reaching out from behind his back and pouring a wad of silk fabric from a plastic bag—a wrinkled light gray pantyhose with glaringly congealed, dried yellowish-white semen stains.

My mind worked quickly this time, and I immediately remembered that these were the pantyhose I used to masturbate with during the New Year. I think I threw them under the desk after using them and never remembered to put them away again, and my brother found them.

"Now I'm starting to get suspicious, but I really didn't expect that you and Mom would actually, actually do... that kind of thing, until last night..." My brother's face was somewhat gloomy and dazed, it seemed that the truth he discovered had greatly impacted him.

"...You, you saw it last night?" I asked, my voice hoarse and unfamiliar to myself. Although I used a question, I already knew the answer.

"Um, I got up to go to the bathroom, and for some reason, I peeked into Mom and Dad's bedroom. When I saw Mom wasn't in the room, I went to your room and peeked through the crack in the door. And... I saw it! You and Mom were... doing that kind of thing!" Was it just my imagination? Why did I feel like there was a hint of jealousy in my brother's voice when he said that?

Immediately, my brother and I fell into an awkward silence.

After a long while, I struggled to lift my head and asked my brother in a low voice, "Are you planning to tell Dad?"

My brother was silent for a long time, then shook his head. "I don't know." He then asked me, "What are you and Mom planning to do in the future?"

I shook my head blankly, remained silent for a long time, gritted my teeth and said to my brother, "Brother, about Mom and me... you, you can't tell Dad, okay? I promise I'll never dare to do it again!"

Hearing my plea, my brother's expression was uncertain. He thought for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, his voice as dry and frightening as mine had been. However, as I understood the meaning behind my brother's labored and unclear voice, I was completely dumbfounded...

Yes, as clever as you are, you've probably already guessed it. After calming down from the huge shock of discovering my incestuous relationship with my mother, what lingered in my brother's mind was my mother's naked, snow-white flesh and her seductive appearance moaning and writhing beneath me. Later, my brother couldn't even suppress the image of himself riding on top of my usually gentle and reserved mother, using his thick, long penis to make my mature and alluring mother experience ecstasy. Later, my brother told me that he couldn't hold back at that time and secretly took my mother's underwear and stockings back to his room to masturbate.

My brother blushed and stammered that he wouldn't tell anyone else, but he just wanted to share in our mother's beautiful body. I was initially relieved—at least I didn't have to worry about my incestuous relationship with my mother being discovered by others. But then a wave of disappointment washed over me. In my heart, I already considered my mother my woman. Although my brother's words were vague, and his attitude was definitely not one of extortion but rather a bit like pleading, the thought of my mother's voluptuous and soft body being wantonly played with by someone else made me... Even though that "someone else" had the same identity label as me—my mother's son—I still felt a sense of shame and humiliation, as I let my woman serve another man.

After pondering for a long time with his head down, my brother stammered, "If...if it doesn't work, I won't tell anyone else. After all, I don't want you and Mom to become the subject of gossip and ridicule. And...it's not entirely your fault, after all, Mom has always doted on you since you were little, and you two have always had such a good relationship. It's just a moment of confusion..." His voice betrayed a sense of resentment and disappointment.

I suddenly looked up, staring intently at my brother. My brother, who had come to confront me, slowly lowered his head under my gaze and fell silent.

Although my brother was the eldest son, I was younger and more obedient at home, and I resembled my mother more, making me much more handsome than my brother. Especially after starting school, her academic performance was consistently excellent, so she was always more favored by the elders than her older brother. Her older brother, on the other hand, was naturally more taciturn and his academic performance was not very good. Fortunately, he was more athletic, otherwise, according to their parents' wishes, they planned to send him to a vocational high school so that he could take over their father's job.

But my brother and I have always had a very good relationship, especially when I was little. Because I was pretty but short, I would always run to my brother crying whenever I was bullied. My brother always stood up for me without hesitation. And if we got into any trouble together, he would always take the blame himself, which earned him a lot of beatings when we were little.

When I started school, my brother continued to be my protector at school. On the other hand, whenever I got good grades, he would just smile foolishly at me while listening to our parents' praise for me and their criticism of themselves—he was proud of his "successful" younger brother. And in front of me, he never acted like an older brother; instead, he doted on me like our parents did.

Looking at my brother, who was standing silently with his head down, even after discovering his mother and brother's unforgivable immoral behavior, he still showed a hint of fear and pleading.

I sighed silently, gathering my chaotic thoughts. "Brother, I understand what you mean. How about this, I'll talk to Mom about it later." I paused, thinking for a moment, "Well, why don't you spend the next two days with your classmate? I might talk to Mom about this privately."

My brother looked up in disbelief. "You...you, you mean...?"

I nodded. "Brother, I understand your thoughts." After saying that, I realized how ironic it was—did we both have the Oedipus complex? I couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Anyway, you should step aside for a bit. I think Mom needs some time... um, to consider this. But I believe Mom will agree." Seeing my brother's hesitant expression, I quickly added, my heart filled with mixed feelings—damn, this makes it sound like I'm pimping for Mom!?

Actually, after calming down and thinking about it, this might really be the best solution: the best way to get someone to keep your secret—of course, not that only the dead can keep secrets, am I going to kill my brother?—is to make this secret his secret too. Besides, he's my brother, Mom's son, so the good stuff isn't going to go to outsiders. And, this way, wouldn't I have a chance to try out the threesomes in books and porn? *Hehehe...*

With a huge weight lifted from my heart, my mind relaxed, and some lewd thoughts immediately surfaced. Heh heh, how wicked I am!

Lost in thought, my brother suddenly asked curiously, "Jie, what are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so strangely? Wow, you're drooling! That's really disgusting."

Me: ...

When my mother returned in the evening, I carefully told her about my brother discovering our incestuous relationship and his demands.

Unsurprisingly, my mother's reactions—from panic and shock to anger, shame, and sadness, to resignation—were all within my expectations. Knowing my mother's personality, she would rather die than let anyone know about our incestuous relationship. Therefore, accepting her eldest son's conditions became the only option. Especially when I said, "The best way to get someone to keep your secret is to make that secret their secret too," my mother sighed after a long silence and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Although I knew she would most likely agree, and it was the safest solution, seeing her nod completely relieved my unease, followed by a wave of helplessness—my mother would no longer belong solely to me. Fortunately, the person was my older brother.

Shaking my head with a wry smile, I didn't know what to say. My mother, overwhelmed with sorrow, also didn't want to speak, and an awkward silence fell over the living room.

After a while, I stammered and asked my mother, "Mom, are you hungry? Should I go to a restaurant and buy you something to eat?" I figured she wasn't in the mood to cook.

My mother looked up at me with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and helplessness. Finally, she let out a long sigh, gritted her teeth as if she had made a major decision, and stood up, saying, "No need, I'll cook. You... call your brother back, let's eat together. I'm going to wash my face first."

After saying that, my mother turned and went into the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. About ten minutes later, the water stopped, and when my mother came out of the bathroom, her expression was as usual.

Seeing me still sitting blankly on the sofa, my mother called my name, giving a weak smile. "Don't look so gloomy, the sky isn't falling. Hurry up and call your brother to come home." She then went into the kitchen to start cooking, turning back to say, "The truth will eventually come out, at least it's better than your dad finding out..."

I smiled bitterly and sighed—I probably smiled bitterly and sighed more times today than in the past ten years combined. I picked up the phone and called my brother's classmate to ask him to come home. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I could still hear the surprise and excitement in my brother's voice.

When my brother arrived home, my mother had already prepared the meal. I don't know if my mother had come to terms with things or given up on herself, but while waiting for my brother to come home, she made me bring out all the beer in the house. When my brother arrived home, my mother, who usually only drank a few sips during family gatherings at holidays, had already downed more than a bottle of

beer. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and even her fair neck had taken on a faint pink hue. I didn't dare to stop her, nor did I want to, especially since I was almost finished with my second bottle of beer. As for the dishes on the table, neither my mother nor I had any appetite.

Seeing my brother hesitate at the door after opening it, my mother waved to him, "Xiao Jun, you're back. Come... come sit down and have a drink with Mom."

My brother hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to my mother and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"Hehe, that's my good son. Cheers!" My mother smiled and raised her glass to my brother.

In his haste, my brother didn't even bother with his glass. He clinked glasses with my mother, who took a large gulp and gestured for him to drink quickly. My brother, not daring to say anything, chugged half the bottle in one go. He drank too fast and immediately started coughing loudly.

My mother leaned over to pat his back, and this action gave him a clear view of her full, white breasts and deep cleavage through her shirt collar. This only made him cough harder.

My mother quickly realized her chest was exposed, chuckled, and then did something that caught both my brother and me completely off guard: she stood up, took off her shirt, and unhooked her bra. A pair of full, snow-white, large breasts swayed before our eyes. Although they sagged slightly and the nipples were a bit dark, even I, who often played with and licked those two plump orbs, was stunned by my mother's actions, let alone my brother who was seeing them for the first time.

I was a little faster than my brother in reacting and went forward to pick up a shirt to put on my mother. I glanced at my brother and chuckled; even his loose-fitting athletic shorts couldn't hide the prominent mound between his legs.

My mother shoved me aside without even glancing at me, walked straight to my brother, cupped her full, snow-white breasts in her hands, and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Jun, are Mommy's breasts pretty? Do you like them?" She then stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the smooth, white flesh of his breast. Her manner was indescribably lewd.

My mind went completely blank. Honestly, even though I'd been having a relationship with my mother for almost four years, I'd never seen her act so wantonly. This was… so abnormal! And no matter how much she indulged my lewd behavior, she would never utter such explicit words.

I was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before me. I don't know what my brother was thinking at the time, only that his gaze seemed to be firmly fixed on my mother's ample breasts, which were lifted high, and his breathing was heavier than if he had just run 10,000 meters.

My mother smiled with unusual charm, knelt down in front of my brother, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, "How is it, do you like Mommy's breasts? Your brother always likes to touch them, you can touch them too!"

My brother's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't utter a single word. Instead, the hand my mother had placed on her breast began to knead her full, soft, snow-white flesh involuntarily.

It was only then that I regained some of my senses and went to pull my mother away. After all, her current behavior seemed to suggest that she had already given up on herself. Otherwise, given her originally reserved and cautious nature, she would never have made such a proactive and lewd move.

Unexpectedly, the moment my hand touched my mother's shoulder, she slapped it away and yelled at me, "Get away from me!" Then she turned to my brother and said, "Ignore him. Today, Mom will serve you well. How about Mom sucks your dick first? Your brother said Mom's oral sex skills are very good. Also, do you know where your brother likes to fuck Mom the most? It's Mom's asshole. Your brother is a pervert; he loves fucking women's assholes. Mom's asshole is all loose from his fucking." "You mean, you're different from your brother, you like to fuck Mom's cunt. Come on, come fuck Mom. Mom's whole body is yours, you can fuck wherever you want, come on..."

The mother's speech became faster and faster, and her tone became more and more intense. Her originally charming but stiff smile had completely disappeared, and her expression was almost insane. As she spoke, she forcefully tore off the rest of her clothes, and the tears that had been suppressed for so long rolled down her cheeks amidst her hoarse screams—Mother, she broke down! (An inappropriate interjection: those evil perverts who think the mother has broken down can go stand in the corner, this story will definitely have a happy ending—a small spoiler before the end, author's note).

My brother and I were terrified by our mother's frantic outburst. We rushed forward, each grabbing one of her arms and comforting her. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, nor did she continue screaming.

She simply slumped weakly in our arms, sobbing uncontrollably. My brother and I awkwardly tried to comfort her, and seeing her so heartbroken, our eyes welled up with tears as well. Eventually, my brother and I ended up apologizing to our mother while crying, and the three of us wept together. Luckily, the doors and windows were tightly closed that night, and the house was quite soundproof; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the neighbors had heard how noisy we were.

After crying for a while, my mother finally calmed down. She put on her clothes and wiped her face. "Xiao Jie, bring me the beer. I want to drink."

I brought over the remaining ten or so bottles of beer, and the three of us sat down on the floor, drinking, crying, and talking. Fueled by the alcohol, first my brother and then my sister, we took turns telling our mother about our guilt and our infatuation with her. My mother, sometimes shy, sometimes coquettish, sometimes tearful, sometimes silent, finally opened her heart to us: the incestuous relationship between us had always been a dark cloud hanging over her heart, and the fact that my brother had found out and that he also wanted to have an incestuous relationship with her was like a catalyst, filling the sky with that dark cloud. The mother knew she had no better options, but the powerful force of centuries-old traditional values and her maternal pride made it impossible for her to change her mindset and calmly accept the future of incest with her two sons. Ultimately, her psychological defenses crumbled under the influence of alcohol, and a torrential downpour began.

However, after this catharsis, her heart felt like the sun had come out after the rain, and the reality left her with no other choice. So, finding comfort and maintaining family stability through mutual satisfaction with her two sons became her final option—the so-called "life is like rape, if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it." Finally, emboldened by the alcohol, my mother, with a hint of shyness, confessed that since our incestuous relationship, the desires of her mature body had ignited like wildfire. And since my father had a lover, she no longer wanted to restrain herself…

Seeing my mother's flushed cheeks, her shy yet alluring appearance, my brother and I could no longer suppress our burning desire. My mother had only casually draped her shirt over herself, barely covering half of her full breasts, even her dark nipples were faintly visible. With every breath and movement, her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell, relentlessly assaulting my brother and me.

Having already had a physical relationship with my mother, and possessing the thickest skin, I laughed loudly after she finished speaking. I pulled off the shirt draped over her body, grabbed one of her breasts, and began to caress and kiss it, while gesturing for my brother to join me.

Seeing my mother nod with a smile, my brother, somewhat embarrassed, carefully caressed her other breast. His large hand, capable of holding a basketball, covered her snow-white mound, his rougher palm rubbing against her smooth, white breast, causing my mother to let out a soft moan.

I released my mother's nipple, which had become erect under our combined teasing, and said with a smile, "Mom, let's go to the bed in the room." My mother

smiled sweetly and agreed, standing up and taking my brother's hand as they walked towards the master bedroom. My brother, his face flushed, followed behind our mother, his embarrassed yet eager expression making her laugh.

I was about to follow him excitedly when my mother suddenly blocked the doorway. "Xiao Jie, let your brother and I be alone today... you know, you..." My mother hesitated for a moment, her dark eyes darting around before she gave me a bright smile. "You tidy up the room, it's up to you!"

Before I could say anything, my mother quickly turned around, closed the door, and locked it. Before closing the door, I stared in disbelief as I saw my brother give me a smile from inside the room, a smile that was both embarrassed and smug.

"...Damn it!" Frustrated, I kicked the bedroom door lightly, sighed, and dejectedly turned to clean up the mess in the living room. From behind the door, I could faintly hear my mother's giggles and gasps, along with the sounds of flesh colliding.

Slowly tidying up, listening to the intermittent sounds of a man and woman having sex, a smile unconsciously crept onto my face. Heh, it seems this summer vacation is going to be... very lewd and erotic!

Epilogue 1. In

2002-2003, my freshman year of college, some changes occurred in my family:

1. In July 2002, I took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university in our province. I came to the provincial capital in September to start my studies;

2. The construction of the "University Town" in our provincial capital, which started in the spring of 2001, was completed. So after the military training ended in October, my brother, who was a sophomore, and I moved into the same University Town;

3. After the Spring Festival in 2003, my mother persuaded my father—who probably didn't care at first—to quit his job in our hometown, come to the provincial capital, and take over a hotel near the University Town—my uncle asked an old comrade-in-arms in the provincial government for help—so that he could "take care" of my brother and me while working.

Epilogue 2

In late June 2003, the SARS epidemic that had swept the country was basically under control, and our school lifted its lockdown, preparing for summer vacation.

I walked briskly out of the dormitory, occasionally greeting the cheering classmates along the way, humming a song softly, and excitedly headed towards the hotel run by my mother—this lockdown had lasted for almost a month, which meant that I hadn't touched my mother's voluptuous and alluring body for a month, the longest interval since my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Before my mother settled in the provincial capital, she would come at least two or three times a month to receive my brother's and my semen with her ripe, juicy honey pot, tight, small anus, and rosy, alluring little mouth, helping us release our vigorous desires as young men. This led many of my classmates to joke that I was a child who couldn't live without my mother, to which I would always laugh and say that it was maternal love, something you heartless beasts who grew up lacking calcium and love would never understand.

Thinking of my mother's full, snow-white breasts, her ripe and alluring body, especially her plump, long, and irresistibly beautiful legs in stockings, I couldn't help but feel my mouth go dry. I quickly calmed myself down—there were people coming and going on the main street, and it would be really embarrassing if someone noticed I had an erection. However, my pace unconsciously quickened a bit.

Not long after exiting the south gate of the university town, I saw the hotel's sign. The door was tightly closed; it seemed closed for the day—which made sense, with the SARS outbreak causing widespread panic and business slow. My mother was also afraid of catching it, so she gave the hotel staff several days off. It would probably be a few more days before it reopened.

Hehe, but it would be even better if only my mother was there; then I could enjoy her body without worry—I thought gleefully, quietly taking out my key, opening the door, and carefully locking it again. I tiptoed towards my mother's room at the end of the first-floor corridor, wanting to give her a scare.

Just as I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, I heard a woman's intermittent moans and a young man's teasing voice through the door, mixed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. I was stunned for a moment, then realized: my brother had gotten there before me.

I grinned mischievously, and without opening the door, I pounded on it, deliberately shouting in a rough voice, "Police inspection! Open the door! Open the door!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly with my shouts, followed by my brother's angry yet amused voice: "Second brother, are you trying to scare me to death?! You're always using this trick, aren't you tired of it…" He

only managed to utter half a syllable of "annoying" before I heard a "smack." "How many times have I told you, don't swear!" My mother scolded my brother, then told me to stop fooling around and hurry up and come inside.

Before my mother could finish speaking, I had already pushed open the door and walked in, pretending to cover my eyes with my hand. "Is there anything inappropriate for an innocent young man like me to see?!"

My mother laughed and spat at me. "Xiao Jie, you're getting more and more glib."

I chuckled twice, put my hand down, and said to my brother, "Remember what Mom said, you can't swear anymore. Don't keep calling me 'Second Brother, Second Brother,' it's so inelegant! Please call me 'Big Second Brother,' thank you!" My mother immediately burst into laughter, shaking with mirth.

The words were addressed to my brother, but my eyes kept darting back and forth over my mother: her long, chestnut-red hair cascaded over her snow-white, bare back; because she had turned her body, half of her full, snow-white breasts, which had been pressed beneath her, were exposed, revealing her erect nipples; she wore a pair of ultra-thin, open-crotch, coffee-colored pantyhose, her plump, ripe buttocks stretching the thin, soft, smooth silk fabric tightly against her round, round buttocks without a single wrinkle; below, two full... My mother's long, slender legs were wrapped around my brother's dark thighs, making the skin exposed through the crotch of her pantyhose appear even whiter and more delicate. Her rounded calves and delicate feet were tightly wrapped in brown pantyhose, their curves soft and alluring...

I felt hot and swollen in my crotch, and lost all interest in chatting. I hurriedly stripped myself naked, and straddled my mother's plump, silky thighs, my engorged, purple glans erect.

My brother and mother were originally in a man-on-top position, and with my thrust, my mother's buttocks sank down, taking my brother's thick, long penis in even more, and both of them involuntarily let out a groan.

I chuckled, "No need to thank me!" I took a break from my busy schedule and gave my brother a high five, which amused and annoyed my mother.

But before she could say anything, I skillfully parted my mother's two plump, white buttocks, pressed my glans against her glistening, oily anus, and with a little force, accompanied by an uncontrollable moan from my mother, my thick, dark penis disappeared between her mature, silky buttocks, and began to thrust in and out of her tight, hot anus.

As I rode on my mother's ample buttocks, indulging in the pleasure of anal sex, my brother lay beneath her, barely moving. My thrusts caused her to sway back and forth, and the tightness from having his young, thick penis inserted into her from both ends simultaneously allowed him to enjoy the sensation of her vagina swallowing and releasing his penis while leisurely reaching out to play with her swaying, full breasts.

After riding inside my mother's soft, tight anus for over ten minutes, I felt my back was too tired to bear and suggested changing positions. My brother gestured for me to pull out first, then got up, grabbed my mother's two stockinged legs, and lifted her up like a child being urinated. Although I've grown taller in the last two years and am not much shorter than my brother, when it comes to strength, I can only feel envy and resentment towards my basketball-playing brother.

After picking up Mom, my brother adjusted her position, and with Mom's cooperation, this time it was my brother's penis that entered Mom's anus. Mom's legs were spread apart by my brother, presenting her wet and moist vulva in a shameful posture. Her two thick labia were slightly open, revealing the tender red flesh walls flowing with spring water.

Mom gently bit her lip, and her shy yet enjoyable expression made my already erect penis twitch again. Swallowing hard, I stepped forward and with a "whoosh," easily inserted my entire penis into my mother's wet and slippery honey hole. I reached out to help lift my mother's plump and slender thighs, and my brother and I took turns thrusting in and out of the two fleshy holes under my mother's body...

That night, my brother and I thirstily demanded my mother's mature and voluptuous body, indulging in the release of the energy that had accumulated during the school lockdown. I can't even remember how many times we did it. Anyway, my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus were all covered in my and my brother's semen. The sheets were a mess. My brother and I, who were equally obsessed with my mother's stockinged legs, made her change into several different pairs of stockings and pantyhose, each pair soaked in semen. My mother's vagina and anus were also red and swollen...

When we finally fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted, I went to my mother and kissed her. "Mom, I love you so much!" "Me too, Mom," my brother said, squeezing in as well.

"Good son, Mom loves... loves you both too!" After saying that, my mother kissed my brother and me on the forehead and smiled gently.

Yes, my mother loves us very much, although this love exceeds the bounds of social ethics and morality. Perhaps this love started to get out of control a few years ago when she tacitly allowed me to rub against her lap and ejaculate, but—I love this feeling of being out of control!

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