Yanmu Travel Photography 1-3

"Ah... um... ah... um... why... ah...

'Son... son... why... ah... um ah...'"

Those words, filled with confusion and gasps, echoed in the motel room. A beautiful young woman, her legs bent and clad in lace black thigh-high stockings, knelt on the bed, her hands bound behind her back by the boy. Her buttocks were raised, forced to receive the thick, hard penis penetrating her. She frantically twisted her slender waist, encased in a sexy corset, back and forth. Overwhelmed by passion, the woman uncontrollably shook her head, her long, wavy hair flowing, excited yet ashamed, forced to immerse herself in the sounds of slapping and slapping amidst lust...

"Son! You're in high school now, have you joined any clubs?"

One day at breakfast, my mother asked me with her lovely, charming smile across the table. Her long eyelashes, high nose, fair skin, and delicately fragrant lips made my eyes glued to her face.

"Hmm, I'm interested in photography, so of course I joined the photography club! It's a pity cameras are too expensive; I'm a high school student and can't afford one. If I had a camera, I think I could take a lot of great photos!"

Her face showed utter helplessness.

"Oh, I see~ Mommy understands~"

"You only have Mommy as your mother~ Mommy will figure something out~"

After saying that, my mother smiled and started clearing the table. I moved to the sofa, my eyes still fixed on my mother as she cleared the table. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top and a blue-red plaid mini skirt. As she wiped the table, her 32D breasts swayed constantly, her cleavage appearing even more pronounced due to the movement. Because the table was large, my mother climbed onto it, wiping it in a doggy-style position. With a change of angle, she inadvertently turned her back to me. Because of the short skirt and the movement, she unknowingly and brazenly revealed what was under her skirt: black panties, the contrast of her white thighs and vulva clearly showing through the bright color. Her labia were fully exposed, displaying their alluring shape… I swallowed hard, completely mesmerized. My mother turned around and saw me staring blankly in her direction. She smiled and urged me, “Stop thinking about it! I had some money when your father and I divorced. I’ll use that to buy you something. Hurry up and go to class, or you’ll be late!”

I snapped out of my daze and immediately thanked my mother. I wanted to rest on the sofa a little longer because my lower body had created a large tent in my pants due to the sexually provocative image. I was trying to cover it up with my backpack to make it go down so my mother wouldn’t see it and feel embarrassed. Also, I actually wanted to continue enjoying the beautiful scene before me and have a spiritual communion with my mother in my mind. Then, after she finished wiping the table and went into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to quickly slip out of the house to avoid being discovered of my illicit intentions.

On Saturday, my mother gestured for me to go shopping with her at the department store. My mother was very young when she gave birth to me, and she is only in her early thirties now. She looks and dresses like a typical young woman in her late thirties. Today, she wore a plaid shirt with a great fit and a bright white skirt, which showed off her beautiful and curvaceous figure. Her smooth, fair legs, which she was most confident in, were adorned with riding boots. She wore false eyelashes and slightly smoky eye makeup, which made her look youthful. Seeing her like this, even I, a 16-year-old boy who had never had a girlfriend, felt a burning desire to pursue her.

We went to the appliance floor of a department store in the East District. My sharp eyes immediately spotted a counter for a major international manufacturer that was reselling cameras. There was a display and we could try them out. I dragged my mother inside to test the equipment. I asked her if I could take some test shots and bring the files home to my computer to see which camera had better image quality. My mother immediately bought me a memory card. After putting it in the camera, I said to my mother sweetly, "Mommy~ can you be my model? That way I can see the results when I get home, and besides, only your son can see them, right?"

My mother was initially shy and wanted to refuse. Without a word, I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of my mother. Women always love to look beautiful, and seeing this, my mother naturally posed for me, though her movements were rather stiff. Luckily, there was some furniture in the appliance store, which allowed my mother to lean against and, following my instructions, strike a somewhat alluring pose. I don't know how many photos of her cleavage I collected that day. I also noticed that other men present were secretly taking pictures of my mother with their cameras, probably because she was quite tall, about 173cm, and they might have thought she was a showgirl hired by the appliance store. Unfortunately, none of their cameras had memory cards, so these photos were all mine to enjoy.

Then I pulled my mother to the small DC section, which was the display area for point-and-shoot cameras, and gestured for a salesperson to come over. While my mother was asking the salesperson about the camera prices, I secretly inserted the memory card into the small camera. I then pretended to be tying my shoelaces and squatted down, holding the test camera, and secretly took many pictures of my mother's spread legs from below upwards towards her vulva. Because the music in the store was very loud, it drowned out the sound of my shutter. When I felt I had taken enough pictures, I stood up and told my mother that we would decide after looking at the photos at home.

On the way home, I asked my mother if she wanted to see the photos I had taken. She shyly replied, "Just keep the good ones for me to see, and delete the bad ones!"

Of course, I'll definitely organize my collection when I get home. There are quite a few sexy photos, including many that reveal too much skin. The pictures showing what's under the skirt are truly amazing, because the camera's high resolution and image quality are far superior to those taken with a cell phone. The skin at the base of the thighs reflects a milky white, moist sheen, and the vulva, perhaps due to walking, seems to be gently biting the white panties, which are slightly tucked inside, revealing a clear cleavage – very beautiful!

Later, I picked out a few particularly alluring photos to show my mother. She was overjoyed; what woman doesn't love beauty? Especially when she takes good photos, she keeps praising me for it. Of course, I quickly and sweetly reciprocate by saying it's because Mom is young and beautiful. She was very happy with my compliment and then asked if we could buy the camera tomorrow. Mom naturally agreed. Then I asked her to dress nicely tomorrow so I could take more beautiful photos of her. Mom was also attracted by the photo quality and promised, "Okay~ Please take more beautiful photos of me~"

On Sunday, we... Back at the appliance counter, my mother followed my advice and wore a deep V-neck white bodysuit over a red jacket, a black lace tiered mini skirt 30cm above the knee, black thigh-high stockings, and black high heels. Her alluring curves and shapely legs were on full display. When we went up the escalator, I deliberately stood behind her to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. It goes without saying how many men stared at her along the way in the bustling area.

Upon arriving at the counter, my mother and I started taking photos. Following my instructions, my mother struck various alluring poses. Of course, whether she exposed herself was up to me, and she didn't know it. Because of our behavior, the store attracted many customers, increasing our clientele, so they didn't stop us. I deliberately used some movements to subtly expose my mother's breasts and labia, just for a moment. After focusing and taking close-up shots, I quickly had my mother change poses to avoid upsetting the men watching.

After the purchase, my mother was even approached by a student in uniform while walking on the street. The student seemed to be around my age. I quickly dragged my mother home to sort out the photos to prevent her from being coveted, and handed in my "homework" to her, which of course didn't include any explicit photos.

After looking at the photos, she blushed slightly and said, "I didn't know I could be this beautiful~"

I replied, "Of course, Mommy is the sexiest and most beautiful~"

Having obtained the private photos, I often played them on the computer in my room at night and masturbated in front of them to relieve my needs. I ejaculated large amounts of semen onto the photos of my mother's private parts, but each time I masturbated in front of the photos, my desire to possess my beautiful mother's body intensified!

Not long after, I joined the photography club, of course. But when the end of the semester came and we had to submit our work, I pretended it was a suggestion from the teacher and told my mother, "Mom, our club needs to submit an assignment, and I've been thinking and thinking, but I don't have a theme to shoot. I'm really worried." Later, I asked the teacher for advice. The teacher asked what I had photographed before, and I said I had photographed portraits, showing the teacher a photo my mother had taken as a trial shot. The teacher suggested I use portrait photography as a theme.

My mother asked, "Then how do you do portrait photography?" "How do you shoot?"

I replied, "The teacher said it's usually a travel shoot, where the photographer and model go to a motel to take pictures."

My mother looked suspicious. "A motel? Isn't that strange? A man and a woman, right?"

I said, "Yes, the teacher said it's more private that way, so the model is more relaxed."

My mother then asked, "Who are you going to photograph? Your classmates?"

I said, "My classmates... well, I can't help it, I mostly find outdoor models, but it costs several thousand for an hour, too..." "It's too expensive. I was thinking... I was thinking, could Mom be my model for the travel photoshoot?"

My mother's face darkened. "That's too outrageous! What kind of mother goes on a travel photoshoot with her own son? It

's so weird! We're mother and son, we can't do this!" I quickly pleaded, "Mommy, please! This is my hobby, and besides, the photos you took last time didn't make people recognize us as mother and son. And what if it's a strange woman? What if I can't control myself in a hotel with a man and a woman?

" After a long silence, as if she had been thinking for a long time, she finally spoke and replied helplessly, "Okay~ you're right~ you're so young and impetuous, what if you cause trouble~ I have no choice but to agree to your request, Ze."

I suppressed my ecstatic feelings and asked calmly, "But~ travel photoshoot models are supposed to showcase the beauty of the body, I might have to wear sexy clothes and pose in sexy ways..."

My mother smiled wryly and sighed softly, "Really~ being your mother means I owe you a lot of support."

"I don't have any sexy clothes. As for poses... we'll talk about that later. I'll give you my size for the clothes, you can buy them for me. How am I supposed to know what kind of theme you want to shoot?"

I said with a sly smile, "Okay~ I'll let my mother take a look at the photos first and see if she thinks they're okay before I hand them in."

My mother said, "Hmm~ That's a good girl!"

A few days later, I went to several sex shops and looked at a lot of sexy vests, but when I was choosing, I deliberately chose the kind of underwear that was tied with thin thread so that it could be easily removed. I also bought a bottle of female aphrodisiac. After I had everything ready, I arranged to meet my mother at a motel on a certain day.

After entering the motel, I took the black vest suit to the bathroom for my mother to change. I quickly prepared a glass of mineral water mixed with a large amount of female aphrodisiac. When my mother came out, her alluring outfit almost made me lose my mind and pounce on her. She let down her long, wavy hair, her face was covered in meticulously applied smoky makeup, and her captivating eyes constantly seduced me. The light lip gloss made her lips appear even fuller, and the tight black vest covered her soft, snow-white breasts. The curves of her slender waist made me want to reach out and touch them. Her buttocks were bound with thread... Wearing black sheer lace panties, her alluring, full feet were clad in lace-trimmed thigh-high fishnet stockings. She blushed slightly and asked me in a shy yet magnetic voice, "Um…is it okay to wear this?"

I widened my eyes and said, "Yes~ it's fine~"

I said, "It looks good, Mommy, you look so good!"

My mother said, "Then hurry up, the motel is time-limited~"

I quickly handed the bottle of water to my mother and said, "Drink some water first, it might get hot during the photoshoot, don't let sweat ruin your makeup."

After hearing this, my mother took the water and drank the whole bottle! I guided my mother to adopt sexy poses, such as leaning forward, looking up, her full breasts partially visible along her cleavage, or straightening her legs and dangling them in the air, revealing her leg shape, or making an M-shape with her legs spread apart. While instructing her on these poses, I deliberately touched her sensitive areas, such as her breasts and inner thighs. I noticed that my mother seemed to have shaved all her body hair for the photos. Then her face began to flush, and she let out soft moans. Then she started complaining that the air conditioning wasn't very cold, but she probably didn't know it was the drug taking effect. In addition, I kept deliberately touching her soft, sensitive areas with my hard body, and I could vaguely see that her private parts were wet. After hearing her complaints, I immediately explained to her that it might be due to her genitals. My mother loosened the double knots in my underwear, making them a little easier to untie. She loosened some of the knots into simpler, easier-to-remove single knots, including the underwear I desperately wanted to take off. Seeing that the time was right and I was getting aroused, I told my mother that for our last photoshoot, she had to lie face down, hands slightly bound behind her back, hips raised, back to me, with her full legs kneeling on the bed. I adjusted the height, positioning my mother's vulva at a level I could penetrate. I secretly and slowly pulled off my pants, one by one. Of course, because her back was to me, my mother didn't know what I was doing. She even said in a soft voice, "Mmm~ hurry up~ this is so embarrassing~ some parts~ son needs to edit the photos for me~"

"I can't stand it~ Do you guys all like taking such provocative photos?"

This indicated that my mother knew she was already wet! I secretly brought my nose close to her moist vulva and smelled it. Oh my god~ what a fragrant scent~ a slightly sour smell mixed with the scent of lotion. I couldn't help but lick her moist and plump labia with my tongue and hooked her panties a little. My mother's body trembled and she exclaimed, "Uh-huh~ what was that just now~" I quickly replied, "Ah~ sorry~ that was the camera~ I was too close, sorry~ I'll adjust your clothes that I hooked them for you later."

Then I thought about the feeling of her tongue just now, so smooth and soft! My mother, slightly out of breath, said, "Hmm~ The thin string on my pants is tied around my waist~ Remember to pull it tight for Mommy~"

I smiled and said, "Okay~ But I might have to hold Mommy's buttocks, don't mind~"

My mother said, "Hmm~ You can pull it~ Are you going to take advantage of Mommy~?"

I placed the camera I was holding on the tripod next to me, switched it to recording, and slowly moved my hand back to my mother's buttocks, caressing her waist along the curve of her beautiful buttocks. The drug had taken effect, and my mother, a little out of breath, said, "Hmm~ Ah~ Not there~ It's on the side of my pants~ Hmm~ It's so tiring to hold like this~ And it's so hot~"

When I touched that thin string, I secretly let out two laughs. Because the knot was simple, my hand untied the simple barrier in an instant. The thin black panties, like an out-of-control kite, slid down smoothly. In front of me, between the high, beautiful buttocks, were pink labia moist with honey, slightly turned outwards. All pubic hair had been shaved, and the smooth, soft private parts were fully visible. But I didn't have time to appreciate it; the video would record it for me. I pried open the two tight buttocks with my mouth, completely exposing my mother's alluring genitals. Because the height was just right, I directly aimed my already secretion-filled glans at her private parts.

These things all happened in an instant. By the time the mother realized what was happening, she was unable to resist because of her position and the fact that her hands were tied. When she tried to twist her body to stop her son from losing control, his hot penis had already forcefully pushed its way down her labia and vagina into her cervix, inserting the entire penis inside her. Because of my hard penis inside her, the mother could not change her position. Then, he began to thrust.

"Ah~ You~ What are you doing~ Ah~"

"Quickly~ Calm down~ Calm down~ Mmm~ Ah~"

the mother shouted anxiously, her hands actively trying to break free from the bindings.

"Good boy~ good son~ no~ listen to Mommy~ stop now~"

"Mmm~ ah~ it itches~ mmm~ not there~ stop~ stop now~ mmm~~~"

My mother kept uttering words of resistance, constantly reminding herself that she was my mother, but the effects of the drug and passion were gradually breaking down her defenses. Although she had broken free of her bonds, she was powerless to cooperate with me, being pulled back by me. Because of the desire that had been building up for so long, at the moment of my first penetration, my long-cherished wish was fulfilled, and my penis was tightly enveloped by my beautiful mother's tight little hole that hadn't been used for a long time. I felt as if her vagina was sucking me again and again. With my glans exposed, I immediately ejaculated a large amount of thick virgin semen. As I ejaculated, I deliberately pressed the tip of my penis against my mother's cervix, feeling the contraction and expansion of my scrotum. I felt an immense sense of accomplishment. However, I did not go soft this time because of my premature ejaculation. After ejaculating, I continued to thrust, but my mother was probably too shocked to realize that I had ejaculated inside her. She still warned me to stop before I made a big mistake.

"Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Ang~ Hmm~ Ah~"

The sounds my mother made had lost their meaning and had completely turned into moans. Although it was probably due to the effects of the drug, my mother was still passively cooperating with my position. My mother's consciousness seemed to be becoming hazy. I turned my mother over, savored her beautiful breasts, and used the doggy style to thrust my huge penis into her churning honey hole until it reached her vagina. Fine white foam appeared at her lips. After changing positions, my mother suddenly placed herself on my chest and forcefully pushed my hands away. Unconsciously, she changed to hug me from behind and press me forward. I knew she was about to climax. Her legs tightened more and more, making her vagina even tighter. Then, she cried out uncontrollably, "No~ Ah~ No~ No no no no

~

It's coming~ Ah~ ...

"Mmm...mmm...ah..."

After the moan, her slender waist began to twitch slightly. Watching her smooth, undulating abdomen, I climaxed again, ejaculating my second load of semen into my mother's womb. We clung to each other tightly in a passionate embrace for several minutes before finally releasing each other. We lay flat on the bed, and I secretly got up to look at my mother. She was still reeling from the afterglow of her orgasm. He continued to moan softly, his semen slowly flowing from his mother's vagina between her parted legs in an M-shape. What a lewd scene! I thought to myself that once my mother came to her senses, there might be a domestic storm. But I wanted to plan quickly. Today I finally had my mother's body. Next, I wanted to win my beautiful mother's heart and make her completely my woman...

I caught my breath and sat up, intending to caress my beautiful mother, whose body was as smooth as jade, lying beside me again. But my mother's climax had subsided, and she had regained her senses. She forcefully slapped away my hand that was about to touch her body and slapped me twice hard. With tears in her eyes and filled with resentment, she said to me in a hateful tone, "Do you have any humanity?

I'm your mother! How could you do such a thing? Waaah..."

After saying that, tears streamed down her face... My mother, in a flustered rush, dressed and stormed out of the room without looking back, leaving me standing there dumbfounded with a hot handprint on my face…

After checking out, I didn't have time to savor the passion of a few hours earlier. Instead, I was thinking about how to explain things to my mother when I got home, so she wouldn't hate me. My ultimate goal was to win her heart and soul; otherwise, if she ignored me after this one time, it would be a huge loss.

When I got to the door, I saw my mother's high heels already parked outside. I knew she was home. With a heavy heart, I went inside and called out, "Mommy, where are you?" But there was no response. After a while, I realized that my mother was not in the house or her room, and she didn't have her phone with her. I took my things back to my room and went to the living room to sit down. I saw a note on the dining table that read, "I'm leaving home for a while. I don't want to see you, you beast, for a while!!"

It seemed that my mother was really furious, because even when she was angry before, I had never seen my mother use such harsh words to describe me. Besides, I am a high school student and have no ability to earn money. My mother did not leave any living expenses for me on the table. My mind went blank for a moment, and a sense of guilt welled up in my heart. I didn't want to think about anything. I quietly went back to my room and prepared to face life alone.

At least I had a good habit of saving money before, and I always managed to save up some of my allowance. It's true that you have to train someone for a thousand days to use them in one go. Half a month has passed, but as I look at my dwindling allowance, I can't help but feel anxious. I've started to complain that my mother is planning to starve me to death, but I don't know what to do...

As a high school student, my daily expenses consisted mainly of commuting and meals. To save money, I eliminated all opportunities to hang out with classmates after school. Every day after school, I would go home and browse the internet. However, because I was lonely living alone, I would also take out my mother's pornographic photos, photos of her private parts, and even the video I secretly filmed in the motel last time to masturbate. Seeing the large amount of semen sprayed on the photos, I knew that my longing and love for my mother had not decreased but increased because of her departure. Sometimes I would even think that my mother had said she hadn't calculated her fertile period, and maybe she would have gotten pregnant with my child that time. Thinking of this, I felt both expectant and excited, but I still didn't know how to contact my mother to find out about her situation.

As time went by, the photos I used for masturbation gradually lost their novelty. Seeking stimulation, I started browsing various forums and pornographic websites. One day, a month after my mother ran away from home, the phone rang after I got home from school. It was a friend of my mother's; I called her Auntie. She spoke to me in a very serious tone, "Little brother, have you done something terrible that made your mother very angry? She came to see me not long ago, and the first thing she did was berate you for being unfilial. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say anything and even cried very emotionally. But after she finished speaking, your mother said he..." "I was angry and didn't want to see you, so I left some money for you, little brother. Young people always make mistakes. You need to apologize to your mother properly, okay? Come to my place to collect the money another day."

I said, "I understand, thank you, Auntie, but I can't reach my mother, and she doesn't have her phone with her."

My auntie said, "She seems to have gone on a trip. It's okay, maybe she'll come to my place another day. She didn't want to see you because she was angry. I'll pass on your message to her if you need anything."

After hanging up, I finally found a way to contact my mother, but how could I get her to contact me again? I sat in the living room thinking, trying to come up with any creative ideas to break the deadlock. Should I ask my auntie to deliver a gift to my mother? No way! She definitely wouldn't accept it, and even if she did, she wouldn't want to contact me. So what to do? Should I go online and see how people usually appease an angry girlfriend? Suddenly, an idea struck me. The three seemingly unrelated words "auntie," "internet," and "living expenses" came together, and a plan formed in my mind, forcing my mother to contact me herself.

I went online, opened forums and pornographic websites, and sent messages to see if anyone wanted to pay for pornographic photos. I blurred out the eyes on my mother's provocative private photos with black bars, but anyone familiar with her could easily recognize her based on those features. Soon after posting them online, many buyers contacted me, and I made a small fortune, enough to cover my living expenses. Of course, in the released photos, her face wasn't fully exposed! After a while, I visited my mother's good friend, the aunt who had called. When I arrived at her house, she first gave me a long lecture, telling me to be filial to my mother, that raising a child as a single parent is hard, and not to upset her. After she finished, my gossipy nature kicked in, and I started asking why my mother was so angry with me, which she hadn't told her. I said, "Auntie, actually, it's a little difficult to say... you can't tell me..."

The aunt replied, "Go ahead, it's okay. Tell me and see if I can help you solve it."

I said, "Then, Auntie, could you lend me your computer for a moment? That way it'll be clearer."

Then, the aunt led me to her computer with a suspicious look. I opened those forums and web pages, and played the private photos of mothers with their eyes covered that the buyers had already started circulating online in front of the aunt. The aunt covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide, and said, "These photos, are they your mother...?"

I said, "When I found these photos last time, I printed them out and showed them to my mother, trying to warn her to be careful. She probably thought I was humiliating her, so she slapped me and ran away from home soon after."

"Auntie, if Mom is still coming to visit you, please tell her that I miss her very much, and that these photos need to be dealt with as soon as possible."

The auntie said, "Oh, I see. I misunderstood you. Seeing how your mother acted last time, I thought you had done something disrespectful to her. It seems you are a filial daughter. I'll give you the money your mother entrusted to me, and I'll also give you some extra help."

After taking the money, I quickly planned what might happen next.

About two weeks later, I came home from class and saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and her arms folded in front of her chest, her face ashen as she waited for me. I knew she had something to say to me, so I automatically sat down opposite her. Then, my mother coldly asked, "Why are there pictures of me online? Did you do this?"

I think that gossipy aunt really worked. I think she used her network of connections to find my mother in a very short time and told her about the pictures online. My mother probably couldn't tell her where the pictures came from, so she had no choice but to come back and ask me for an explanation! My mother, slightly agitated and trembling, said, "I...I've already let you take advantage of me! What more do you want? Why are you treating me like this?"

She then began to sob. Although she had been away from home for a while, she still took great care of her appearance. Before me, she wore an elegant beige short skirt suit, her curves still clearly visible. Her snow-white stockings and beautiful legs, crossed, trembled with her sobs, revealing ripples of soft flesh on her smooth thighs. Seeing this beautiful young woman with her tearful, helpless expression, I felt an urge to protect her. I calmly said to my mother, "Mommy, I'm sorry, can you let me explain?"

My mother gritted her teeth and said, "Okay~" "I'll hear your explanation!"

I said, "Mom, that time... after you stormed off, the computer broke down not long after. I needed the computer for class, and you hadn't left me any allowance, so... in a panic, I found a cheap computer repair shop. I never imagined that the photos taken there would be leaked.

I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!"

After wiping away her tears, my mother looked at my innocent expression, and her anger subsided by half. She knew that it was indeed her own fault for punishing me by deliberately not leaving me any allowance, so she was partly responsible. Then she coldly said, "It's too late now. Luckily, the faces in those photos weren't published, otherwise, how could I face anyone?"

"Besides, I'd like to ask you why you have so many strange photos of me?"

"You'd better explain yourself clearly, or you can forget about ever seeing your mother again."

Seeing this, I began to confess my attachment and love for my mother to her in detail. While narrating, I took advantage of the fact that no woman likes to hear nice things, and used beautiful adjectives and words to describe my mother's appearance and figure, and how she strongly attracted me.

My mother's initially icy expression softened slightly after hearing my description, but she still answered in her usual calm voice, "So... because of this... last time... you took advantage of me like that at the motel?"

"That's wrong! We're mother and son, biological mother and son!!

There's an ethical code... I knew you were just having a sexual urge that time, but you can't keep going down that path."

I suddenly stood up and shouted, startling my mother.

"To hell with ethics!!! That kind of thing just restricts human thought, afraid that incest will result in unhealthy children. Modern technology has long since ruled out that possibility. Those words written in books can't restrain my love for my mother!!"

"Mommy!! I love you, I only want you!!"

Seeing his mother sitting on the sofa in a daze, listening to her son's explosive and passionate confession.

After I finished speaking, I slowly sat down. We looked at each other in silence for a while. My mother, afraid of upsetting me further, slowly said, "Fine, you won't listen to me, but... I... I know what you're thinking."

"It's late, I'm going back to my room to rest. You should go to sleep early."

I asked, "Go back to your room? Mom, you're not leaving?"

My mother turned her back to me and walked towards her room, saying flatly, "I can't really let you starve to death..."

I stood up and asked my mother, "Mom~ after hearing my confession, what do you mean? Can... can you tell me?"

My mother opened her bedroom door and said coldly, "I have no idea..."

But the moment she closed the door, I heard her say very softly, "It depends on your behavior..." "

It depends on my behavior?"

These four words made me ecstatic. My mother, who said these words, had accepted my love for her? Or is she adjusting her mindset, gradually transforming from a mother to a woman? In any case, my mother's moral bottom line has indeed loosened, and I have gained her approval, so "it depends on your performance"

is my interpretation of her accepting my advances.

At the beginning of our reconciliation, because of our past relationship, my mother was still somewhat reluctant to interact with me. I slowed down, bringing her a rose every day after school. Initially, she would dispose of the flower; I knew she still couldn't accept our past relationship. After more than a month of this, one Saturday, I noticed she had put the flower in a vase and placed it in the living room. That dinner, I deliberately asked my mother across the table, "Aren't the flowers pretty? Do you like them?"

Without looking at me, she replied, "..." "It's alright~ I just feel it's a pity to throw it away, but I can't let you waste the money~"

I smiled and added, "For you, nothing is a waste."

Although my mother has many admirers, perhaps because she hasn't accepted such a direct and passionate pursuit in a long time, after hearing this, a faint blush gradually appeared on her fair face, and she responded with a half-smile, "Hurry up and eat your dinner~ I'm going to watch TV~"

Then she quickly walked to the sofa and sat down. I thought about it, and realized that my mother's avoidance was because she was afraid that if she went any further, she would completely fall for him.

I quickly finished my dinner, cleaned up, and went to the sofa as well.

This time, instead of sitting opposite my mother to admire her fair legs beneath her super-short hot pants, I sat to her side. As soon as I sat down, she slightly shifted her shapely hips to the side, but because they were on the inside, and the coffee table next to the sofa prevented her from moving too far away, I deliberately moved closer to her as well. We remained close together for a while, silently watching TV. Then, I started looking for an opportunity to slowly place my hand on her shoulder, almost like gently embracing it. She sensed my intention and didn't say anything, but deliberately twisted her body slightly, trying to get rid of my hands. I started massaging her shoulders. Because she had been doing housework, her left shoulder was probably a little sore. After I started massaging, my mother seemed to enjoy the massage, sometimes even making breathing sounds against my nose. Suddenly, during a commercial break, I turned to my mother, mustered my courage, and asked with a smile, "My darling~ Is this comfortable?" My mother turned her head with a slightly shy look and replied in a suppressed tone, "Who are you calling darling~ You're so disrespectful~"

"I'm getting hot sitting like this..."

Before I could even finish the second word, "hot," I pressed my face even closer to my mother's, down to about five centimeters. Our eyes met, and her unfinished words were fading. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, trembling a little. I could smell the fruity scent of her saliva. Slowly closing the distance, just as our lips met, I extended my tongue. But as soon as it went in a fraction of an inch, my mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully with both hands. Because I was still shorter than her, I was immediately freed. Her face flushed, and she gasped for breath, saying, "No...no...not now..."

"I need to... take a shower and rest... I was a little hot just now... I'm sweating all over..."

After saying that, my mother swiftly stepped over me. As she walked away, I noticed that her gaze had changed from avoiding mine to meeting mine with a flirtatious look. Although it was a bit of a pity that I didn't get to French kiss her this time, it felt like I had taken another big step forward!

After that incident, my mother gradually accepted my contact with her, both physically and emotionally. She even agreed to go shopping with me. I don't know how many months have passed since that time I bought photography equipment at the department store, but now I strongly realize how rare and precious it is to be able to go shopping with such a beautiful mother! This time while shopping, it was clear that my mother had dressed herself up carefully. Her long, dark brown hair was styled in a princess updo, and she wore the most popular makeup look, making her features deep and three-dimensional. She wore a V-neck black tight-fitting t-shirt, which accentuated her white and smooth 32D breasts, making her cleavage almost visible. Her waistline was also clearly visible. She wore a red and black plaid pleated mini skirt on her pert buttocks, revealing her shapely long legs. She wore black thigh-high stockings and the same black high heels she wore during the department store photoshoot.

Before leaving the living room, I saw my stunning mother and couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Honey, Mommy, you look so beautiful today! You have such a great figure, and those legs are absolutely mesmerizing!"

My mother smiled slightly and said, "Of course I look good when I'm all dressed up."

"Those legs—I'm most confident in them! They're just as good as those girls outside!"

I replied. "All dressed up? Is it for me…?"

"Me?"

Before I could finish the word, my mother interrupted me, saying, "It's already five in the afternoon! If you don't hurry up and leave, it'll be too late!"

Just think, women dress up to please themselves; what is the intention behind a woman dressing up meticulously and deliberately showing off her most confident parts of her body? It was all for the man she liked. This confirmed to me that my mother already considered me her man or boyfriend. She interrupted me because she was shy and didn't want me to scrutinize her feelings so openly.

I held her hand the whole way, and she sometimes put her arm around mine. But since my mother was taller than me and wearing high heels, many men in the bustling East District gave us, this "couple," puzzled and envious glances, probably thinking, "Where did this kid get such good luck, getting such a beautiful woman?"

That day, our interaction when we went out didn't feel like that of a mother and son, but rather like that of a couple deeply in love. When my mother tried on clothes at the department store counter, she would come out and ask me which outfit she liked best . Perhaps because of my youthful exuberance, I preferred clothes with less fabric, shorter lengths, and more exposure.

After shopping at the department store and having dinner, we strolled to the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall. I know that women are very sensitive to atmosphere, and if you want to break through something, you must choose a good location. I deliberately walked to the central building of the memorial hall. In the evening, the corridors were filled with quite a few couples flirting or kissing. I chose a stone bench in a corner and indicated to my mother that she needed to rest for a while. Then I said, "This spot is nice~ You can see the traditional Chinese painting lanterns hanging from the ceiling~"

"Baby, your legs must be sore from walking, let me give you a little massage~"

Without waiting for my mother's reply, I grabbed her right thigh with my left hand. The sight of her fair, tender thigh peeking out from under her short skirt, combined with the soft, moist touch, made me squeeze too hard and hurt her. She patted my shoulder gently, then whispered in my ear, "Ah~ slower~ gentler." "Be gentle, don't be too rough!"

I stopped what I was doing because of those words, pulling my head back a little. Because of the atmosphere filled with couples around us, my eyes met hers—those large, beautiful eyes with false eyelashes—for a fleeting, meaningful glance. Then, I grabbed my mother's left wrist with my right hand and pinned it against the wall behind the stone bench, while my left hand continued to knead her thigh, only now pulling it further back. It was like someone pulling open something at an angle. Of course, this action revealed my mother's purple panties under her short skirt, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I knelt high, my left knee in front of her private parts, and deliberately rubbed them back and forth. I then directly sucked on her shy, red, moist lips, forcefully inserting my tongue while simultaneously sucking on my mother's mouth. My mother's fragrant saliva and soft tongue, her tongue also pounced on the base of my tongue, both of us were swirling and biting each other in each other's mouths, feeling like mandarin ducks playing in the water, going back and forth, but my movements were more rough, often making my mother make "mmm...mmm..." sounds. At that moment, I used a posture that looked like conquest and full of control to suppress my mother's body, and joined the group of couples in the corridor.

After a passionate kiss, my mother indicated that the position was making her a little uncomfortable. I released her and saw her panting, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she said, "It's...too stimulating...I'm afraid I can't take it..."

"You should tidy up your clothes, you're almost completely exposed~"

When my mother closed her legs, I caught a glimpse of dampness on her purple panties out of the corner of my eye. Then she shifted her hips, and I saw some glistening moisture on the stone bench where her vulva had been. I touched my own knees, and my pants did feel warm and damp. I confirmed that my mother's desire had been greatly aroused by my teasing! As my mother stood up to tidy her clothes, she looked at me and said in a sweet voice, "What are you thinking about! No~! Serious~!"

I said, "Nothing, I was just thinking about how it wouldn't matter if I saw you peeking out."

My mother instinctively replied, "I'm not afraid of you seeing me~ I'm afraid of other people seeing me~"

After saying that, my mother seemed to realize she had spoken too quickly and immediately added, "Hmm~ I feel so uncomfortable right now~ Let's go home quickly~"

What does "not afraid of me seeing you" mean? What does "feeling uncomfortable right now" mean? Does the first sentence mean she acknowledges that our relationship is already very close? Does the second sentence prove that my mother is already wet? Looking at my stubborn mother, I couldn't help but think how adorable she was. I said, "Baby, today is special~ I want to make a memento~"

My mother asked in confusion, "Is it taking pictures~?"

I said, "No~"

Then I went over and hugged my mother's slender waist, and kissed the smooth left breast under her V-neck dress, sucking hard with my mouth, trying to leave a mark, what is commonly known as a hickey. My mother said, "Oh~ what are you doing~ you're so naughty~"

As she spoke, my mother's face was raised higher and higher, almost as if she was looking up. Because her breasts were too smooth, they slipped away many times because I couldn't suck them in. Unexpectedly, my mother used her hands to hold her breasts even tighter, allowing me to make the mark properly.

Afterwards, my mother tugged at her clothes, looking at the obvious marks I had made. She was both amused and exasperated, saying, "You put them in a place like this, you can't even hide them. What are you trying to prove?"

I laughed and said, "I'm trying to tell everyone, 'Baby, you're mine!'"

My mother stuck out her tongue and said, "You wish!"

"Okay, let's go home quickly—I want to clean up."

On the way home, I held my mother's hand and asked, "Are we... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

My mother replied, "What do you think?"

I said, "Tell me—I want to know your answer."

My mother remained silent until we were almost home, when she finally asked, "What kind of relationship do you think I would allow you to do what you just did to me?" I replied with a beaming smile, "Well, today... there's one more thing we... haven't... done... as boyfriend and girlfriend."

My mother seemed to realize what I meant and said in a slightly flirtatious tone, "Hmm? Don't be so impatient... I haven't even said I could give it to you yet..."

"You've already taken advantage of me so much today, aren't you satisfied?"

I didn't reply, just smiled and remained silent. After we got home, my mother hurriedly went to the bathroom to get ready, while I rushed into my room and secretly took out the magic weapon I had prepared beforehand... After my mother returned to the living room, she changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and denim shorts, but she didn't change her thigh-high stockings. Then I went around behind my mother and suddenly gave her a bear hug. My mother was startled and grabbed my hands tightly with her hands on her hips, asking me, "Hmm? I'm asking you, what else do you want~ I told you not to be in such a hurry!"

I then opened the square black box in front of my mother. Inside was the diamond ring I had bought for a large sum of money. I opened it and said, "I want to do this~"

"Mommy~ I really~ really~ really~ love you~"

After saying that, I saw my mother was a little embarrassed and at a loss. What woman doesn't love a diamond ring? Especially since this expensive item came from a high school boy, she seemed a little touched, gently asking me, "This...this thing is very expensive, how could you afford it? Besides, you spent a lot of money buying me flowers before? Why? Did you save money by going hungry? Or did you secretly work to save it up?"

Of course, the money came from the proceeds of selling the pornographic photos. I took it from my beautiful mother and used it for her. I looked at my mother tenderly, "It doesn't matter how it came about, what matters is that my mother knows my true feelings, and that's all that matters~" Tears welled up in my mother's eyes as she said, "Silly child~ You must have suffered a lot for me, right~?"

"I thought you were just...I didn't expect you were really doing this for me..." Then my mother turned around and hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I know... I know you're sincere towards me..."

"I saw it, I felt it too~ I'm so touched..."

I followed up, deliberately using polite language in her ear, "So, Mommy, what are you now...?"

My mother smiled sweetly and replied shyly, "I am... I want to be your woman..." "

From now on... you must... you must treat me even better... you know?"

Haha, finally my wish came true! I don't know how much effort I've put into this moment. My mother has finally admitted that she's my woman. In other words, she has already accepted me as her partner in her heart. From now on, I shouldn't have to scheme about how to enjoy her beautiful body anymore. I believe that in the future, she will definitely be very accommodating to my needs!!

We hugged each other for a long time. The lighting was beautiful, the atmosphere perfect. Just when I felt I could unleash my full potential, I broke the silence and said I wanted to make love to my mother. But she slowly pushed me away, saying in a calm tone, "Hmm... so many things happened today... but... I haven't immediately switched from being your mother to being your mother."

"That's why I said I wanted to be your woman... because I haven't adjusted my mindset yet."

"Forgive me, Mommy... please... wait until I'm ready..."

Damn it! How could this happen? I pulled out my secret weapon, and this is what happened? Man proposes, God disposes. How am I supposed to cross the line of morality? Besides, my mother looked so alluring today. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know how long I'll have to endure before I can kiss my hot, beautiful mother again! Besides, if things stay as they are and we can't take things further, then my desire will never be satisfied. My swollen penis really wants to be inside my mother's beautiful body today! Then, I calmly thought about it for a moment, and thought, "Hmph! Since that's the case, then I'll make you take the initiative to woo me." At this moment, I pushed my mother away, walked to the sofa, sat down, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh.

Seeing this, my mother quickly walked over to me and sat down beside me, gently hugging me and saying, "Um... I'm sorry... I'm sure I disappointed you, baby, right?"

"Then... well, then..."

"Then... I can let you touch me, that's the most I can go right now... okay?"

I smiled and said, "Hmm... I won't force you, baby... but if you want..."

"But if I touch you directly, baby, you'll definitely feel uncomfortable thinking you're still my mommy, right?"

"Let's play a game then~ It'll feel more natural~"

Mom said shyly. "Okay~ What do you want to play?"

I said, "Treasure hunt~ Baby, do you want the diamond ring from earlier? I'll let you find it through a treasure hunt, how about that?"

Mom smiled cutely and said, "Of course I want it, treasure hunt~ Sounds like fun~ Do we have to hide it in the house?"

I laughed and said, "The house is too big~ It's not fun~ So I want to hide it on you, baby~"

Mom said a little shyly, "Oh... okay... okay~!"

Then I gestured for Mom to sit or lie on the sofa with her eyes closed, and my hands began to wander unceremoniously over her body, as if searching for the right spot. But I had already decided on a spot. Then, when my hand touched the inside of her thigh, I noticed that my mother seemed a little excited and nervous, making "ah, ah" sounds as she slowly pulled down her denim shorts. Suddenly, I forcefully pulled down her underwear with my left hand, and using my right index and middle fingers in a sword-finger motion, I quickly jabbed the ring into her underwear and pulled it out. Of course, I didn't put the ring inside; I secretly held it in my palm and hid it. Startled by the sudden movement, my mother opened her eyes with a hint of fear and sat up slightly, saying pitifully and helplessly, "Oh~ how could you~! How could you put it there~ in such a strange place~"

"Hmm~ Hurry up and take it out~"

I said with a smile, "Baby~ I can't help it~ Women have one more place to hide things than men~"

"You can find other places right away~ It's not fun at all~"

"I'm the one who hid the treasure~ So~ it's your job to find the treasure now~"

My mother said a little impatiently, "You~ Humph~ You always give me difficult questions~"

"Hmm~ What should I do~ How do I get it out~ I feel a little uneasy leaving it inside~"

Then my mother stood up and started lifting her legs or making some swaying motions, trying to make the ring fall quickly into her vagina. However, after two minutes, my mother seemed to feel that it wasn't working. I quickly said, "Baby~ I'll teach you how to get it out~"

My mother blushed and said, "Hmm~ Okay, tell me quickly~"

Then I gestured for my mother to sit back down, reached under her shirt to take off her panties, and had her sit on the sofa with her legs spread wide open, facing me. My mother blushed even more. Then I said, "Baby, maybe the opening is a little small and it won't fall out~ So, use your left hand to spread your labia~ and use your right hand with your longest finger to reach inside and look for it. I'll keep an eye on it for you~"

"This way you can take it out soon,"

my mother said, both shy and anxious. "This is so embarrassing~ And~ are you going to watch?~ Hmm~ It's really~ so weird~"

I took my hand and guided her hesitant right hand fingers inside. I swallowed hard and said, "Let's get started~ Find your fingers inside~"

My mother, her eyes gleaming with shyness, twisted her hips and spread her vulva, digging and probing inside. Right now, it was like a sensual mother masturbating wantonly in front of her son. Of course, that was also my goal! The more the mother dug, the more excited and anxious she became, murmuring to herself in ecstasy, "Ah~ um~ ugh~~ where did you put it~~"

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ I can't find it~ um~ um~ you~ put it anywhere~ um~"

"It's...it's all wet~ ugh~ it won't come out~ um~~"

Since you're stopping me from taking the initiative, then I'll let you break down that moral wall yourself, haha. After a few minutes, I suddenly said, "Hmm~ I think I see something~ Hurry up!"

My mother's gestures didn't stop, and she asked me, slightly dazed, "Hmm~ Where~? Hmm~ Ah~ I... I didn't touch it~ Ah~ Hmm~"

"Tell... tell me... Hmm~ Hmm~"

"Or~ you~ you help me take it out~ I'm almost... I can't take it anymore~ Hmm~" I leaned closer and said, "Okay~ Let me do it~ But it'll be easier if you turn around and lie face down~ Facing forward makes your pussy too tight~" My mother turned around and leaned over, placing her hands on the back of the chair and sticking out her buttocks shyly as she replied

, "Hmm~ What are you talking about, little hole~ There's no such thing as tight or not tight~ Ah~ Mmm~" I started kneading my mother's shapely buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, I began to vigorously scratch her beautiful vulva from behind with my fingers, exclaiming, "Oh my god~ It's so wet~ How can it be so slippery~" "It's almost sucking my fingers in~ Such a wonderful temperature~ Such a wonderful feel~ Baby, you have a really amazing sex organ~"

My mother lowered her head and said in a muffled breath, "You...you still dare to say that...you...it's all your fault..."

"Hurry up and take it out for me~ Mmm~~~ It's being dug in... It's a little uncomfortable..."

It was clear my mother had been digging quite hard in her daze, but I was afraid she might really hurt herself, and then we wouldn't be able to play anymore. I quickly said, "Then baby, I'll use another way, that way it won't hurt as much."

My mother agreed, and then I shoved my head under my mother's shirt, my tongue sliding smoothly into her secret place, and I held it in my mouth, making a loud slurping sound. I sucked on the honeyed juices my mother eagerly secreted, and wow, it felt so smooth! Unlike the first time, it didn't taste sour. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the juices had an indescribable sweetness. I kept digging and swirling my tongue inside, and I saw my mother's legs trembling slightly as she knelt on the sofa. She said to me in a weak, nasal voice, "Ugh... why are you using your mouth... God..."

"Stop... no... ugh... so... so comfortable... um..."

"Legs... my legs are going to go weak... umm..."

Later, I saw that after my mother's digging and my tongue's onslaught, her own desire had spread throughout her body. Seeing that the time was right, she took out the ring and laughed, shouting, "I found it, Mommy baby~ look at my hand~"

"So...do you want it now?"

I asked deliberately, with a double meaning. My mother slowly turned around and sat down on the sofa in a slumped position, her legs spread wide. The look in her eyes had changed from bright to seductive. I deliberately stood up and waved the huge tent that had formed between my genitals in front of her. I saw that my mother's reason was fighting against her lust. Her hesitant look was pitiful. I knew that if I pushed her gently now, my mother would completely fall into the abyss of incest... I moved closer to my mother, and suddenly, she grabbed my head and kissed me passionately! Our hands began to roam over each other's bodies. The mother, panting, said, "I...I want..."

"Give it to me! Mmm~ Mmm, give it to me!! I want it!!!"

But I immediately said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Baby~ Didn't you just say no? Why have you changed your mind?"

"You disappointed me so much just now~ So how are you going to make it up to me? Tell me~"

The mother buried her face in my chest and said, "Mmm~ You can do whatever you want~ I'll listen to you~"

After saying that, I immediately carried the mother into the room and pounced on her, making her lie on the bed in a spread-eagle position. I said, "Now I want to enjoy you~"

"But you look so beautiful today, I want to take some pictures to remember this,"

my mother said shyly. "Taking pictures—is it now? Or...or during the process?"

I replied, "Don't worry about it, didn't you just say you'd listen to me? Just cooperate!"

After saying that, it seemed that because she had just said it herself, my mother acquiesced. I rushed back into the room to get the camera, set it up, and started asking my mother to pose in various sexually provocative positions. I started taking pictures, and when I was almost unable to take it anymore, I reached up and used my fingers to spread open my mother's bare genitals, right in front of me. I held the camera with my left hand and pressed the shutter button again and again, while my right middle finger went straight into her vagina and began to dig. The honey-like fluid was repeatedly... I pulled it out of the jar; it was flowing all over her inner thighs and labia. The secret juice was sticky and slippery, occasionally trailing strands of water. During the act, my mother would occasionally let out moans, her legs, clad in thigh-high stockings, constantly sliding and kicking back and forth on the bed. Her mouth would frequently grasp and squeeze the sheets on either side of her head, her face half-closed with seductive eyes, occasionally furrowing her brows slightly, uttering soft "mmm." "Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..." I continued pulling my fingers faster and faster. The sounds my mother made had changed from nasal "hmm" to guttural "ah" sounds. Suddenly, I stopped. My mother's excitement, which had almost reached its limit, was abruptly halted. She helped herself to her seat and asked me with a lustful expression, "Hmm... What's wrong?"

"Why... did you stop?... I want more... I want more..."

"Mmm...give it to me...give it to me...I want it..."

Seeing my mother muttering to herself with her legs spread wide, after taking many photos of her, I switched the camera to video recording and said to her, "You have to serve me with your mouth first, then I'll give it to you~"

My usually clean and somewhat obsessive-compulsive mother would never agree, and I think my divorced father probably wouldn't have the same privilege either, because lust had clouded her judgment. Without saying a word, she crawled over and took my entire penis into her mouth. Her tongue followed the tip of my penis and licked inside my foreskin, starting to suck and release. Perhaps because it was her first time doing this, her tongue technique seemed a bit clumsy, so my mother even added a bonus scene of herself... Her beautiful breasts were pulled out, and with some assistance from breast sex, oh my god, the smooth sensation of my clitoris touching her nipples, combined with the sucking and releasing of her little mouth, made me feel the pressure on the inside of my glans immediately. I quickly prepared the container and let my mother's mouth take my penis in again. Suddenly, a spasm, and I ejaculated in my mother's mouth. My mother stared at me with wide eyes. I held her head to prevent her from escaping. I saw a slight twitching on my mother's cheeks, probably because the semen was hitting her mouth hard. After ejaculating, I let go. Perhaps because of inexperience, my mother sat up and tilted her face up, not knowing what to do. Her chubby cheeks indicated that she was still holding my semen in her mouth.

I realized she wasn't paying attention to me. Suddenly, I reached my right hand towards her wet labia and dug hard with my fingers, while my left hand pinched her right areola. The mother, startled by this attack, let out a muffled "Ah~", and then I saw her throat gurgle twice—she swallowed! The mother swallowed her own son's semen completely. With a furrowed brow, she looked down at me with a strange expression and said, "Hmm~ It's all your fault~ Why is it like this… It's so fishy… The taste is so strong and sticky…" "My mouth is full of your taste... How could you make me swallow all this... I've never done anything like this before..."

How satisfying! Just thinking about my semen entering my beautiful mother's mouth, melting inside her body, invading every corner of her being, makes me hard again. Seeing this, my mother laughed and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to finish like this... You haven't satisfied me yet..."

I replied, "That's exactly why I didn't take off your sexy clothes that you dressed up so carefully today before making love to me. That's what makes my libido so high." "I've always wanted to have sex with you!!"

Hearing my explicit and provocative words, my mother blushed, slowly lay down, her legs turned inward and spread wide, deliberately exposing her genitals to me, saying, "Then hurry up~ I'm so itchy, I want it so badly..."

Finally, the moment had arrived. I grasped my penis, approached her on my knees, then grabbed my mother's thighs with both hands, and in a doggy-style position, gently pried open my mother's labia by swaying my glans from side to side, pressing against the seemingly sucking opening, and said with a smile, "Very good~ You're mine~"

Then, with a forceful thrust, I slid straight down into that straight, slippery, narrow hole. My mother's legs arched as she was penetrated, and her slightly protruding belly, caused by the slight exertion, told me that my glans was passionately kissing her uterus, exchanging fluids. Seeing my mother's hands crossed over her chest, clenched into fists, I knew she was feeling incredibly good. I imagine that to enhance the pleasure, she first let out a long "uh-huh," then responded breathlessly, "So good~ mmm~ darling…you…so good…so big…"

"I...I'm already yours...hurry...I want more..."

With that, I started thrusting, pumping hard into my mother. The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant. A tall, beautiful young woman was actively making love with a boy who looked like a teenager. Their genitals were tightly joined, exchanging bodily fluids and saliva. Both of them were kneading each other's bodies with their hands, as if trying to grab them tightly. After more than 20 minutes of passion, I suddenly felt my mother hugging me tighter and tighter, gripping me more and more... With effort, her body gradually arched. Based on my experience of semi-raping my mother in the motel, I knew she was about to climax. Suddenly, I flipped her over, changing her position to thrusting into her from behind. My mother raised her head and kept shaking it, her hands flat on the bed, her hips raised and actively hitting my lower body. Her legs were kneeling on the bed. Yes, it was a position similar to the first time I had sex with her. I ended where I started. Then I heard, "Ah ...

"Ah~ It's coming, it's coming, it's coming~~ Ooh~~ Hmm~"

Then she squeezed her legs together forcefully, and her body, which had a slightly spasmodic feel, began to rhythmically release and release. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my glans, and with a cry of "Ah," I also ejaculated. We both sprayed each other's fluids in front of my mother's uterus. My mother felt waves of heat and said somewhat anxiously, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~~ I want~ to~ want to~ have sex with you two first~ Ah~"

"Hmm~ Why~ why are you so~ so naughty~ shooting inside~"

"So... I'm getting pregnant again... Mmm..."

After saying that, my mother leaned forward and collapsed, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. I chuckled and said, "What does it matter? The very nature of sex between men and women is for the woman to get pregnant."

I vaguely heard my mother weakly reply, "You're so naughty..." Later, I hugged my mother and let her rest her head on my chest, saying I wanted to know her whereabouts during the time she left home. Actually, what I wanted to confirm was whether she was pregnant with my child. My mother told me that after she left, she stayed at the homes of relatives and friends for a while. One day, she realized her period was late and wondered if she was pregnant. She immediately took a pregnancy test, and it turned out she was. Because there was still time and she still had a chance, she rushed out and bought abortion pills to terminate the pregnancy. I asked, shocked, happy, and disappointed, "Was that mine? You were pregnant with my child?"

"But, that's all?"

My mother quickly got up and looked at me, explaining, "Back then, I thought I was your biological mother. You wouldn't understand how much psychological pressure a woman would feel if she were pregnant with her own son's child. Besides, back then I didn't fully understand your feelings like I do now."

"And I was really sad about getting rid of it, so I went to that aunt's house. Of course, I yelled at you there—but if I'd known it would turn out like this..."

After listening, I pressed my mother's head back against my chest, stroking her hair and saying it was okay, though my face still showed my disappointment. Seeing my expression, my mother immediately said in a coquettish and low voice, "Darling~ don't be like that~ I want to live together for a while~ In the future... however many children you want, I'll have them all for you, okay? Darling? Haha~ it seems I've really won my mother's heart." Then my mother added, "I have to tell you something secretly, and I also want to apologize to you."

"That time... that time we had sex at the motel..."

"Actually... I did develop feelings for you. I don't know why, but I really wanted it that time... so later... I... I didn't resist you anymore~"

"At that time, I didn't know what kind of feelings I had for you, and I was very scared~ So, after we finished, I chose to run away from you. I didn't want to admit that I had strange thoughts and blame it all on you. I'm sorry for that time, darling~"

"Thinking about it carefully~ maybe~ I've already fallen in love with you, you naughty boy~"

After hearing these confessions, I was very happy. I didn't expect that the aphrodisiac I bought back then would have such an effect that my mother would mistakenly think that she had secretly fallen in love with me. After a while, I gently pinched her nose and said, "Don't worry so much, it's not like it always happens perfectly~"

My mother replied shyly, "You dare say that? You don't know that young boys' sperm are the most vigorous and the easiest to get pregnant~ Otherwise~ how could you have succeeded that time~?"

I replied, "That also depends on your egg being willing to accept it. It seems your body really likes to help me get pregnant~"

My mother said, "Hmph~ You wish!"

I brought my face close to hers and asked, "Could it be~ when I ejaculated inside you just now..." "Don't you like it?"

She turned her head away and said, "Ugh, you ask me that! I'm not telling you!"

When I turned my face back, my mother playfully leaned close to my ear and whispered, "The warm, swollen feeling... and that bumping sensation... it feels so good, darling!"

I kissed my mother tenderly and said, "I don't want you to be pregnant either. I want you to wear all sorts of cosplay outfits and take pictures with me, and make love with me!" My mother

smiled and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you say!"

"Who told you to be my man~"

Then, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Before falling asleep, I thought to myself, "I got it!!

I finally got my mother's body and soul. Now I'm going to let her beautiful body play all sorts of role-playing games with me, bringing me endless pleasure..."

"Ah ha~ um~ ah~ um~ why~ ugh~ ah~"

"Son...son~~. Why~~. Ah~~. Mmm ah~~."

Those words, filled with confusion and gasps, echoed in the motel room. A beautiful young woman, her slender legs clad in lace black fishnet stockings, knelt on the bed, her hands bound behind her back by the boy. Her buttocks were raised, forced to receive the thick, hard penis penetrating her. She frantically twisted her slender waist, encased in a sexy corset, back and forth. Overwhelmed by passion, the woman uncontrollably shook her head, her long, wavy hair flowing, excited yet ashamed, forced to immerse herself in the sounds of slapping and thrusting amidst lust…

"Son! You're in high school now, have you joined any clubs?"

One day at breakfast, my mother asked me with her lovely, charming smile across the table. Her long eyelashes, high nose, fair skin, and delicately fragrant lips made my eyes glued to her face.

"Hmm, I'm interested in photography, so of course I joined the photography club! It's a pity cameras are too expensive; I'm a high school student and can't afford one. If I had a camera, I think I could take a lot of great photos!"

Her face showed utter helplessness.

"Oh, I see~ Mommy understands~"

"You only have Mommy as your mother~ Mommy will figure something out~"

After saying that, my mother smiled and began clearing the table. I moved to the sofa, my eyes still fixed on my mother as she cleared the table. She was wearing a white spaghetti-strap tank top and a greyish-red plaid mini skirt. As she wiped the table, her 32D breasts swayed, her cleavage appearing even more pronounced due to the movement. Because the table was large, my mother climbed onto it, wiping it in a doggy-style position. Shifting her position, she inadvertently turned her back to me. Due to the short skirt and her movement, she unwittingly revealed what lay beneath: black panties. The contrast between her white thighs and the vulva made her labia incredibly alluring. The shape of the person… I swallowed hard, stunned. My mother turned around and saw me staring blankly in her direction. She laughed and urged me, “Stop thinking about it! I had some money when your father and I divorced. I’ll use that to buy you something. Hurry up and go to class, or you’ll be late!”

After I came to my senses, I immediately thanked my mother and wanted to rest on the sofa a little longer. This was because my lower body had a large tent in my pants due to the sexually suggestive image. I was trying to cover it up with my backpack to make it go down so that my mother wouldn’t see it and feel embarrassed. In addition, I actually wanted to continue to enjoy the beautiful scene in front of me and have a spiritual communion with my mother in my mind. Then, after he finished wiping the table and went into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to quickly slip out of the house to avoid being discovered for my illicit intentions.

On Saturday, my mother gestured for me to go shopping with her at the department store. My mother was very young when she gave birth to me, and she is only in her early thirties now. She looks and dresses like a typical young woman in her late thirties. Today, she wore a plaid shirt with a great fit and a bright white skirt, which showed off her beautiful and curvaceous figure. Her smooth, fair legs, which she was most confident in, were adorned with riding boots. She wore false eyelashes and slightly smoky eye makeup, which made her look youthful. Seeing her like this, even I, a 16-year-old boy who had never had a girlfriend, felt a burning desire to pursue her.

We went to the appliance floor of a department store in the East District. My sharp eyes immediately spotted a counter for a major international manufacturer that was reselling cameras. There was a display and we could try them out. I dragged my mother inside to test the equipment. I asked her if I could take some test shots and bring the files home to my computer to see which camera had better image quality. My mother immediately bought me a memory card. After putting it in the camera, I said to my mother sweetly, "Mommy~ can you be my model? That way I can see the results when I get home, and besides, only your son can see them, right?"

My mother was initially shy and wanted to refuse. Without a word, I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of my mother. Women always love to look beautiful, and seeing this, my mother naturally posed for me, though her movements were rather stiff. Luckily, there was some furniture in the appliance store, which allowed my mother to lean against and, following my instructions, strike a somewhat alluring pose. I don't know how many photos of her cleavage I collected that day. I also noticed that other men present were secretly taking pictures of my mother with their cameras, probably because she was quite tall, about 173cm, and they might have thought she was a showgirl hired by the appliance store. Unfortunately, none of their cameras had memory cards, so these photos were all mine to enjoy.

Then I pulled my mother to the small DC section, which was the display area for point-and-shoot cameras, and gestured for a salesperson to come over. While my mother was asking the salesperson about the camera prices, I secretly inserted the memory card into the small camera. I then pretended to be tying my shoelaces and squatted down, holding the test camera, and secretly took many pictures of my mother's spread legs from below upwards towards her vulva. Because the music in the store was very loud, it drowned out the sound of my shutter. When I felt I had taken enough pictures, I stood up and told my mother that we would decide after looking at the photos at home.

On the way home, I asked my mother if she wanted to see the photos I had taken. She shyly replied, "Just keep the good ones for me to see, and delete the bad ones!"

Of course, I'll definitely organize my collection when I get home. There are quite a few sexy photos, including many that reveal too much skin. The pictures showing what's under the skirt are truly amazing, because the camera's high resolution and image quality are far superior to those taken with a cell phone. The skin at the base of the thighs reflects a milky white, moist sheen, and the vulva, perhaps due to walking, seems to be gently biting the white panties, which are slightly tucked inside, revealing a clear cleavage – very beautiful!

Later, I picked out a few particularly alluring photos to show my mother. She was overjoyed; what woman doesn't love beauty? Especially when she takes good photos, she keeps praising me for it. Of course, I quickly and sweetly reciprocate by saying it's because Mom is young and beautiful. She was very happy with my compliment and then asked if we could buy the camera tomorrow. Mom naturally agreed. Then I asked her to dress nicely tomorrow so I could take more beautiful photos of her. Mom was also attracted by the photo quality and promised, "Okay~ Please take more beautiful photos of me~"

On Sunday, we... Back at the appliance counter, my mother followed my advice and wore a deep V-neck white bodysuit over a red jacket, a black lace tiered mini skirt 30cm above the knee, black thigh-high stockings, and black high heels. Her alluring curves and shapely legs were on full display. When we went up the escalator, I deliberately stood behind her to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. It goes without saying how many men stared at her along the way in the bustling area.

Upon arriving at the counter, my mother and I started taking photos. Following my instructions, my mother struck various alluring poses. Of course, whether she exposed herself was up to me, and she didn't know it. Because of our behavior, the store attracted many customers, increasing our clientele, so they didn't stop us. I deliberately used some movements to subtly expose my mother's breasts and labia, just for a moment. After focusing and taking close-up shots, I quickly had my mother change poses to avoid upsetting the men watching.

After the purchase, my mother was even approached by a student in uniform while walking on the street. The student seemed to be around my age. I quickly dragged my mother home to sort out the photos to prevent her from being coveted, and handed in my "homework" to her, which of course didn't include any explicit photos.

After looking at the photos, she blushed slightly and said, "I didn't know I could be this beautiful~"

I replied, "Of course, Mommy is the sexiest and most beautiful~"

Having obtained the private photos, I often played them on the computer in my room at night and masturbated in front of them to relieve my needs. I ejaculated large amounts of semen onto the photos of my mother's private parts, but each time I masturbated in front of the photos, my desire to possess my beautiful mother's body intensified!

Not long after, I joined the photography club, of course. But when the end of the semester came and we had to submit our work, I pretended it was the teacher's suggestion and told my mother, "Mom, our club needs to submit an assignment, and I've been thinking about it, but I don't have a theme to shoot. I'm really worried. Later, I asked the teacher for advice, and the teacher asked me what I had photographed before. I said I had photographed portraits and showed the teacher a photo that my mother had taken as a trial shot. The teacher suggested that I could use portrait photography as a theme.

My mother asked, "How do you shoot portrait photography?"

I replied, "The teacher said that it's usually travel photography, where the photographer and model go to a motel to take pictures."

My mother looked at me suspiciously, "A motel? Isn't that strange? A man and a woman, right?"

I said, "Yes, the teacher said... " "Because it's more private this way, the model is more relaxed."

My mother then asked, "So who are you going to photograph? Your classmates?"

I said, "My classmates... well, I can't. I mostly hire outdoor modeling services, but it costs several thousand for an hour, which is too expensive. I was thinking... could you be my model for my travel photoshoot?"

My mother's face darkened. "That's too reckless! What kind of mother goes on a travel photoshoot with her own son? It's too weird! We're mother and son, we can't do that!"

I quickly pleaded, "Mommy, please! This is my hobby, and besides, the photos you took last time didn't make people recognize us as mother and son. And what if it's a strange woman? What if I can't control myself in a hotel with a man and a woman?"

My mother remained silent for a long time, seemingly deep in thought, before finally speaking with a helpless reply, "Alright~ You're right~ You're so young and impetuous, what if you cause trouble~ I have no choice but to agree to your request, Ze."

I suppressed my elation and asked calmly, "But~ the models for the travel photoshoot are supposed to showcase the beauty of the body, I might have to wear sexy clothes and strike sexy poses..."

My mother smiled wryly and sighed softly, "Really~ Being your mother means I owe you a lot of support."

"I don't have any sexy clothes. As for poses... we'll talk about that later. I'll give you my size for the clothes, you can buy them for me. How am I supposed to know what kind of theme you want to shoot?"

I said with a sly smile, "Okay~ I'll let my mother take a look at the photos first and see if she thinks they're okay before I hand them in."

My mother said, "Hmm~ That's a good girl!"

A few days later, I went to several sex shops and looked at a lot of sexy vests, but when I was choosing, I deliberately chose the kind of underwear that was tied with thin thread so that it could be easily removed. I also bought a bottle of female aphrodisiac. After I had everything ready, I arranged to meet my mother at a motel on a certain day.

After entering the motel, I took the black vest suit to the bathroom for my mother to change. I quickly prepared a glass of mineral water mixed with a large amount of female aphrodisiac. When my mother came out, her alluring outfit almost made me lose my mind and pounce on her. She let down her long, wavy hair, her face was covered in meticulously applied smoky makeup, and her captivating eyes constantly seduced me. The light lip gloss made her lips appear even fuller, and the tight black vest covered her soft, snow-white breasts. The curves of her slender waist made me want to reach out and touch them. Her buttocks were bound with thread... Wearing black sheer lace panties, her alluring, full feet were clad in lace-trimmed thigh-high fishnet stockings. She blushed slightly and asked me in a shy yet magnetic voice, "Um…is it okay to wear this?"

I widened my eyes and said, "Yes~ it's fine~"

I said, "It looks good, Mommy, you look so good!"

My mother said, "Then hurry up, the motel is time-limited~"

I quickly handed the bottle of water to my mother and said, "Drink some water first, it might get hot during the photoshoot, don't let sweat ruin your makeup."

After hearing this, my mother took the water and drank the whole bottle! I guided my mother to adopt sexy poses, such as leaning forward, looking up, her full breasts partially visible along her cleavage, or straightening her legs and dangling them in the air, revealing her leg shape, or making an M-shape with her legs spread apart. While instructing her on these poses, I deliberately touched her sensitive areas, such as her breasts and inner thighs. I noticed that my mother seemed to have shaved all her body hair for the photos. Then her face began to flush, and she let out soft moans. Then she started complaining that the air conditioning wasn't very cold, but she probably didn't know it was the drug taking effect. In addition, I kept deliberately touching her soft, sensitive areas with my hard body, and I could vaguely see that her private parts were wet. After hearing her complaints, I immediately explained to her that it might be due to her genitals. My mother loosened the double knots in my underwear, making them a little easier to untie. She loosened some of the knots into simpler, easier-to-remove single knots, including the underwear I desperately wanted to take off. Seeing that the time was right and I was getting aroused, I told my mother that for our last photoshoot, she had to lie face down, hands slightly bound behind her back, hips raised, back to me, with her full legs kneeling on the bed. I adjusted the height, positioning my mother's vulva at a level I could penetrate. I secretly and slowly pulled off my pants, one by one. Of course, because her back was to me, my mother didn't know what I was doing. She even said in a soft voice, "Mmm~ hurry up~ this is so embarrassing~ some parts~ son needs to edit the photos for me~"

"I can't stand it~ Do you guys all like taking such provocative photos?"

This indicated that my mother knew she was already wet! I secretly brought my nose close to her moist vulva and smelled it. Oh my god~ what a fragrant scent~ a slightly sour smell mixed with the scent of lotion. I couldn't help but lick her moist and plump labia with my tongue and hooked her panties a little. My mother's body trembled and she exclaimed, "Uh-huh~ what was that just now~" I quickly replied, "Ah~ sorry~ that was the camera~ I was too close, sorry~ I'll adjust your clothes that I hooked them for you later."

Then I thought about the feeling of her tongue just now, so smooth and soft! My mother, slightly out of breath, said, "Hmm~ The thin string on my pants is tied around my waist~ Remember to pull it tight for Mommy~"

I smiled and said, "Okay~ But I might have to hold Mommy's buttocks, don't mind~"

My mother said, "Hmm~ You can pull it~ Are you going to take advantage of Mommy~?"

I placed the camera I was holding on the tripod next to me, switched it to recording, and slowly moved my hand back to my mother's buttocks, caressing her waist along the curve of her beautiful buttocks. The drug had taken effect, and my mother, a little out of breath, said, "Hmm~ Ah~ Not there~ It's on the side of my pants~ Hmm~ It's so tiring to hold like this~ And it's so hot~"

When I touched that thin string, I secretly let out two laughs. Because the knot was simple, my hand untied the simple barrier in an instant. The thin black panties, like an out-of-control kite, slid down smoothly. In front of me, between the high, beautiful buttocks, were pink labia moist with honey, slightly turned outwards. All pubic hair had been shaved, and the smooth, soft private parts were fully visible. But I didn't have time to appreciate it; the video would record it for me. I pried open the two tight buttocks with my mouth, completely exposing my mother's alluring genitals. Because the height was just right, I directly aimed my already secretion-filled glans at her private parts.

These things all happened in an instant. By the time the mother realized what was happening, she was unable to resist because of her position and bound hands. When she tried to twist her body to stop her son's out-of-control behavior, his hot penis had already forcefully shoved into her cervix, completely inserting his penis inside her. Because of my erect penis inside her, she couldn't change her position. Then, he began to thrust.

"Ah~ You~ What are you doing~ Ah~"

"Quickly~ Calm down~ Calm down~ Mmm~ Ah~"

the mother shouted anxiously, her hands actively trying to break free from the bindings.

"Good boy~ Good son~ Don't~ Listen to Mommy~ Quickly~ Stop~"

"Mmm~ Ah~ It itches so much~ Mmm~ No, not there~ Stop~ Stop it now~ Mmm~~~"

My mother kept saying these words of resistance, constantly reminding herself that she was my mother, but the effects of the drug and passion had gradually broken down that high barrier. Although she had broken free from the restraints, she was powerless to cooperate with me, being pulled back by me. Because of the desire that had been accumulating for a long time, at the moment of my first penetration, my long-cherished wish was fulfilled, and I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by my beautiful mother's tight little hole that hadn't been used for a long time. My vagina seemed to suck at my glans again and again, and I immediately ejaculated a large amount of thick virgin semen. As I ejaculated, I deliberately pressed the tip of my penis against my mother's cervix, feeling my scrotum contract and expand, which gave me an unparalleled sense of accomplishment. However, I did not go soft this time because of premature ejaculation. After ejaculating, I continued to thrust, but my mother was probably too shocked to realize that I had ejaculated inside her. She still warned me to stop before I made a big mistake.

"Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Ang~ Hmm~ Ah~"

The sounds my mother made had lost their meaning and had completely turned into moans. Although it was probably due to the effects of the drug, my mother was still passively cooperating with my position. My mother's consciousness seemed to be becoming hazy. I turned my mother over, savored her beautiful breasts, and used the doggy style to thrust my huge penis into her churning honey hole until it reached her vagina. Fine white foam appeared at her lips. After changing positions, my mother suddenly placed herself on my chest and forcefully pushed my hands away. Unconsciously, she changed to hug me from behind and press me forward. I knew she was about to climax. Her legs tightened more and more, making her vagina even tighter. Then, she cried out uncontrollably, "No~ Ah~ No~ No no no no

~

It's coming~ Ah~ ...

"Mmm...mmm...ah..."

After the moan, her slender waist began to twitch slightly. Watching her smooth, undulating abdomen, I climaxed again, ejaculating my second load of semen into my mother's womb. We clung to each other tightly in a passionate embrace for several minutes before finally releasing each other. We lay flat on the bed, and I secretly got up to look at my mother. She was still reeling from the afterglow of her orgasm. He continued to moan softly, his semen slowly flowing from his mother's vagina between her parted legs in an M-shape. What a lewd scene! I thought to myself that once my mother came to her senses, there might be a domestic storm. But I wanted to plan quickly. Today I finally had my mother's body. Next, I wanted to win my beautiful mother's heart and make her completely my woman...

I caught my breath and sat up, intending to caress my beautiful mother, whose body was as smooth as jade, lying beside me again. But my mother's climax had subsided, and she had regained her senses. She forcefully slapped away my hand that was about to touch her body and slapped me twice hard. With tears in her eyes and filled with resentment, she said to me in a hateful tone, "Do you have any humanity?

I'm your mother! How could you do such a thing? Waaah..."

After saying that, tears streamed down her face... My mother, in a flustered rush, dressed and stormed out of the room without looking back, leaving me standing there dumbfounded with a hot handprint on my face…

After checking out, I didn't have time to savor the passion of a few hours earlier. Instead, I was thinking about how to explain things to my mother when I got home, so she wouldn't hate me. My ultimate goal was to win her heart and soul; otherwise, if she ignored me after this one time, it would be a huge loss.

When I got to the door, I saw my mother's high heels already parked outside. I knew she was home. With a heavy heart, I went inside and called out, "Mommy, where are you?" But there was no response. After a while, I realized that my mother was not in the house or her room, and she didn't have her phone with her. I took my things back to my room and went to the living room to sit down. I saw a note on the dining table that read, "I'm leaving home for a while. I don't want to see you, you beast, for a while!!"

It seemed that my mother was really furious, because even when she was angry before, I had never seen my mother use such harsh words to describe me. Besides, I am a high school student and have no ability to earn money. My mother did not leave any living expenses for me on the table. My mind went blank for a moment, and a sense of guilt welled up in my heart. I didn't want to think about anything. I quietly went back to my room and prepared to face life alone.

At least I had a good habit of saving money before, and I always managed to save up some of my allowance. It's true that you have to train someone for a thousand days to use them in one go. Half a month has passed, but as I look at my dwindling allowance, I can't help but feel anxious. I've started to complain that my mother is planning to starve me to death, but I don't know what to do...

As a high school student, my daily expenses consisted mainly of commuting and meals. To save money, I eliminated all opportunities to hang out with classmates after school. Every day after school, I would go home and browse the internet. However, because I was lonely living alone, I would also take out my mother's pornographic photos, photos of her private parts, and even the video I secretly filmed in the motel last time to masturbate. Seeing the large amount of semen sprayed on the photos, I knew that my longing and love for my mother had not decreased but increased because of her departure. Sometimes I would even think that my mother had said she hadn't calculated her fertile period, and maybe she would have gotten pregnant with my child that time. Thinking of this, I felt both expectant and excited, but I still didn't know how to contact my mother to find out about her situation.

As time went by, the photos I used for masturbation gradually lost their novelty. Seeking stimulation, I started browsing various forums and pornographic websites. One day, a month after my mother ran away from home, the phone rang after I got home from school. It was a friend of my mother's; I called her Auntie. She spoke to me in a very serious tone, "Little brother, have you done something terrible that made your mother very angry? She came to see me not long ago, and the first thing she did was berate you for being unfilial. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say anything and even cried very emotionally. But after she finished speaking, your mother said he..." "I was angry and didn't want to see you, so I left some money for you, little brother. Young people always make mistakes. You need to apologize to your mother properly, okay? Come to my place to collect the money another day."

I said, "I understand, thank you, Auntie, but I can't reach my mother, and she doesn't have her phone with her."

My auntie said, "She seems to have gone on a trip. It's okay, maybe she'll come to my place another day. She didn't want to see you because she was angry. I'll pass on your message to her if you need anything."

After hanging up, I finally found a way to contact my mother, but how could I get her to contact me again? I sat in the living room thinking, trying to come up with any creative ideas to break the deadlock. Should I ask my auntie to deliver a gift to my mother? No way! She definitely wouldn't accept it, and even if she did, she wouldn't want to contact me. So what to do? Should I go online and see how people usually appease an angry girlfriend? Suddenly, an idea struck me. The three seemingly unrelated words "auntie," "internet," and "living expenses" came together, and a plan formed in my mind, forcing my mother to contact me herself.

I went online, opened forums and pornographic websites, and sent messages to see if anyone wanted to pay for pornographic photos. I blurred out the eyes on my mother's provocative private photos with black bars, but anyone familiar with her could easily recognize her based on those features. Soon after posting them online, many buyers contacted me, and I made a small fortune, enough to cover my living expenses. Of course, in the released photos, her face wasn't fully exposed! After a while, I visited my mother's good friend, the aunt who had called. When I arrived at her house, she first gave me a long lecture, telling me to be filial to my mother, that raising a child as a single parent is hard, and not to upset her. After she finished, my gossipy nature kicked in, and I started asking why my mother was so angry with me, something she hadn't told her. I said, "Auntie, actually, it's like this... it's a bit difficult to say... you can't tell me..."

She replied, "Tell me, it's okay, tell me and see if I can help you solve it."

I said, "Then Auntie, you..." "Can I borrow your computer for a bit? It'll be clearer if I say so."

Then, the aunt led me to her computer with a suspicious look. I opened the forums and web pages and played the photos of my mother covering her eyes—private photos that buyers had already started circulating online—in front of her. The aunt covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide, and said, "These photos...are they your mother's?"

I said, "When I found these photos last time, I printed them out and showed them to my mother, trying to warn her to be careful. My mother probably thought I was humiliating her, so she slapped me and soon after, she ran away from home in anger."

"Auntie, if Mommy comes to visit again, please tell her I miss her very much. Also, these photos need to be processed quickly."

The auntie said, "Oh, I see. I misunderstood you. Seeing how your mother was last time, I thought you had done something rude to her. It seems you are filial. I'll give you the money your mother left there, and I'll also give you some extra help."

After taking the money, I quickly planned what might happen next.

About two weeks later, I came home from school and saw my mother, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and her arms folded in front of her chest, her face ashen as she waited for me. I knew she had something to say to me, so I automatically sat down opposite her. Then, my mother coldly asked, "Why are there pictures of me online? Did you do this?"

I think that gossipy aunt had worked her magic. I guess she used her network to find my mother in a very short time and told her about the pictures online. My mother probably couldn't tell her where the pictures came from, so she had no choice but to come back and ask me for an explanation! My mother said, a little agitated and trembling slightly, "You've already...you've already taken advantage of me! What more do you want? Why are you treating me like this?"

After saying that, she began to sob. Although my mother had been away from home for a while, she still took great care in her appearance. Before me, she wore an elegant beige short-sleeved skirt suit, her curves still clearly visible. Her snow-white stockings and beautiful legs, crossed, trembled with her sobs, her smooth thighs rippling with each movement, revealing how soft and tender her flesh was. Seeing this beautiful young woman with her tearful, helpless expression, I truly wanted to protect her. I calmly said to my mother, "Mommy, I'm sorry, can you let me explain first?"

My mother gritted her teeth and said, "Okay~ I'll listen to your explanation~"

I said, "Mommy, that time… you…" "After I stormed off, the computer broke down not long after. I needed it for class, and you hadn't left me any allowance, so... in desperation, I found a cheap computer repair shop. I never imagined that the photos taken there would be leaked.

I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to!"

After wiping away her tears, my mother looked at my innocent expression, and her anger subsided somewhat. She knew that it was indeed her own fault for punishing me by deliberately not leaving me any allowance, so she was partly responsible. She then coldly said, "It's too late now. Luckily, the faces in those photos weren't published, otherwise, how could I face anyone?"

"Besides, I'd like to ask you why you have so many strange photos of me?"

"You'd better explain yourself clearly, or you can forget about ever seeing your mother again."

Seeing this, I began to confess my attachment and love for my mother to her in detail. While narrating, I took advantage of the fact that no woman likes to hear nice things, and used beautiful adjectives and words to describe my mother's appearance and figure, and how she strongly attracted me.

My mother's initially icy expression softened slightly after hearing my description, but she still answered in her usual calm voice, "So... because of this... last time... you took advantage of me like that at the motel?"

"That's wrong! We're mother and son, biological mother and son!!

There's an ethical code... I knew you were just having a sexual urge that time, but you can't keep going down that path."

I suddenly stood up and shouted, startling my mother.

"To hell with ethics!!! That kind of thing just restricts human thought, afraid that incest will result in unhealthy children. Modern technology has long since ruled out that possibility. Those words written in books can't restrain my love for my mother!!"

"Mommy!! I love you, I only want you!!"

Seeing his mother sitting on the sofa in a daze, listening to her son's explosive and passionate confession.

After I finished speaking, I slowly sat down. We looked at each other in silence for a while. My mother, afraid of upsetting me further, slowly said, "Fine, you won't listen to me, but... I... I know what you're thinking."

"It's late, I'm going back to my room to rest. You should go to sleep early."

I asked, "Go back to your room? Mom, you're not leaving?"

My mother turned her back to me and walked towards her room, saying flatly, "I can't really let you starve to death..."

I stood up and asked my mother, "Mom~ after hearing my confession, what do you mean? Can... can you tell me?"

My mother opened her bedroom door and said coldly, "I have no idea..."

But the moment she closed the door, I heard her say very softly, "It depends on your behavior..." "

It depends on my behavior?"

These four words made me ecstatic. My mother, who said these words, had accepted my love for her? Or is she adjusting her mindset, gradually transforming from a mother to a woman? In any case, my mother's moral bottom line has indeed loosened, and I have gained her approval, so "it depends on your performance"

is my interpretation of her accepting my advances.

At the beginning of our reconciliation, because of our past relationship, my mother was still somewhat reluctant to interact with me. I slowed down, bringing her a rose every day after school. Initially, she would dispose of the flower; I knew she still couldn't accept our past relationship. After more than a month of this, one Saturday, I noticed she had put the flower in a vase and placed it in the living room. That dinner, I deliberately asked my mother across the table, "Aren't the flowers pretty? Do you like them?"

Without looking at me, she replied, "..." "It's alright~ I just feel it's a pity to throw it away, but I can't let you waste the money~"

I smiled and added, "For you, nothing is a waste."

Although my mother has many admirers, perhaps because she hasn't accepted such a direct and passionate pursuit in a long time, after hearing this, a faint blush gradually appeared on her fair face, and she responded with a half-smile, "Hurry up and eat your dinner~ I'm going to watch TV~"

Then she quickly walked to the sofa and sat down. I thought about it, and realized that my mother's avoidance was because she was afraid that if she went any further, she would completely fall for him.

I quickly finished my dinner, cleaned up, and went to the sofa as well.

This time, instead of sitting opposite my mother to admire her fair legs beneath her super-short hot pants, I sat to her side. As soon as I sat down, she slightly shifted her shapely hips to the side, but because they were on the inside, and the coffee table next to the sofa prevented her from moving too far away, I deliberately moved closer to her as well. We remained close together for a while, silently watching TV. Then, I started looking for an opportunity to slowly place my hand on her shoulder, almost like gently embracing it. She sensed my intention and didn't say anything, but deliberately twisted her body slightly, trying to get rid of my hands. I started massaging her shoulders. Because she had been doing housework, her left shoulder was probably a little sore. After I started massaging, my mother seemed to enjoy the massage, sometimes even making breathing sounds against my nose. Suddenly, during a commercial break, I turned to my mother, mustered my courage, and asked with a smile, "My darling~ Is this comfortable?" My mother turned her head with a slightly shy look and replied in a suppressed tone, "Who are you calling darling~ You're so disrespectful~"

"I'll get hot sitting like this..."

Before I could finish the word "hot," I pressed my face even closer to my mother's, down to about five centimeters. Our eyes met, and her unfinished words faded away. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, trembling a little. I could smell the fruity scent of her saliva. As we slowly closed the distance, just as our lips touched, I extended my tongue. But as soon as it went in a little, my mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully with both hands. Because I was still shorter than her, I was immediately freed. Her face was flushed, and she gasped for breath, saying, "No...no...not now..."

"I need to... take a shower and rest... I was a little hot just now... I'm sweating all over..."

After saying that, my mother swiftly stepped over me. As she walked away, I noticed that her gaze had changed from avoiding mine to meeting mine with a flirtatious look. Although it was a bit of a pity that I didn't get to French kiss her this time, it felt like I had taken another big step forward!

After that incident, my mother gradually accepted my contact with her, both physically and emotionally. She even agreed to go shopping with me. I don't know how many months have passed since that time I bought photography equipment at the department store, but now I strongly realize how rare and precious it is to be able to go shopping with such a beautiful mother! This time while shopping, it was clear that my mother had dressed herself up carefully. Her long, dark brown hair was styled in a princess updo, and she wore the most popular makeup look, making her features deep and three-dimensional. She wore a V-neck black tight-fitting t-shirt, which accentuated her white and smooth 32D breasts, making her cleavage almost visible. Her waistline was also clearly visible. She wore a red and black plaid pleated mini skirt on her pert buttocks, revealing her shapely long legs. She wore black thigh-high stockings and the same black high heels she wore during the department store photoshoot.

Before leaving the living room, I saw my stunning mother and couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Honey, Mommy, you look so beautiful today! You have such a great figure, and those legs are absolutely mesmerizing!"

My mother smiled slightly and said, "Of course I look good when I'm all dressed up."

"Those legs—I'm most confident in them! They're just as good as those girls outside!"

I replied. "All dressed up? Is it for me…?"

"Me?"

Before I could finish the word, my mother interrupted me, saying, "It's already five in the afternoon! If you don't hurry up and leave, it'll be too late!"

Just think, women dress up to please themselves; what is the intention behind a woman dressing up meticulously and deliberately showing off her most confident parts of her body? It was all for the man she liked. This confirmed to me that my mother already considered me her man or boyfriend. She interrupted me because she was shy and didn't want me to scrutinize her feelings so openly.

I held her hand the whole way, and she sometimes put her arm around mine. But since my mother was taller than me and wearing high heels, many men in the bustling East District gave us, this "couple," puzzled and envious glances, probably thinking, "Where did this kid get such good luck, getting such a beautiful woman?"

That day, our interaction when we went out didn't feel like that of a mother and son, but rather like that of a couple deeply in love. When my mother tried on clothes at the department store counter, she would come out and ask me which outfit she liked best . Perhaps because of my youthful exuberance, I preferred clothes with less fabric, shorter lengths, and more exposure.

After shopping at the department store and having dinner, we strolled to the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall. I know that women are very sensitive to atmosphere, and if you want to break through something, you must choose a good location. I deliberately walked to the central building of the memorial hall. In the evening, the corridors were filled with quite a few couples flirting or kissing. I chose a stone bench in a corner and indicated to my mother that she needed to rest for a while. Then I said, "This spot is nice~ You can see the traditional Chinese painting lanterns hanging from the ceiling~"

"Baby, your legs must be sore from walking, let me give you a little massage~"

Without waiting for my mother's reply, I grabbed her right thigh with my left hand. The sight of her fair, tender thigh peeking out from under her short skirt, combined with the soft, moist touch, made me squeeze too hard and hurt her. She patted my shoulder gently, then whispered in my ear, "Ah~ slower~ gentler." "Be gentle, don't be too rough!"

I stopped what I was doing because of those words, pulling my head back a little. Because of the atmosphere filled with couples around us, my eyes met hers—those large, beautiful eyes with false eyelashes—for a fleeting, meaningful glance. Then, I grabbed my mother's left wrist with my right hand and pinned it against the wall behind the stone bench, while my left hand continued to knead her thigh, only now pulling it further back. It was like someone pulling open something at an angle. Of course, this action revealed my mother's purple panties under her short skirt, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I knelt high, my left knee in front of her private parts, and deliberately rubbed them back and forth. I then directly sucked on her shy, red, moist lips, forcefully inserting my tongue while simultaneously sucking on my mother's mouth. My mother's fragrant saliva and soft tongue, her tongue also pounced on the base of my tongue, both of us were swirling and biting each other in each other's mouths, feeling like mandarin ducks playing in the water, going back and forth, but my movements were more rough, often making my mother make "mmm...mmm..." sounds. At that moment, I used a posture that looked like conquest and full of control to suppress my mother's body, and joined the group of couples in the corridor.

After a passionate kiss, my mother indicated that the position was making her a little uncomfortable. I released her and saw her panting, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she said, "It's...too stimulating...I'm afraid I can't take it..."

"You should tidy up your clothes, you're almost completely exposed~"

When my mother closed her legs, I caught a glimpse of dampness on her purple panties out of the corner of my eye. Then she shifted her hips, and I saw some glistening moisture on the stone bench where her vulva had been. I touched my own knees, and my pants did feel warm and damp. I confirmed that my mother's desire had been greatly aroused by my teasing! As my mother stood up to tidy her clothes, she looked at me and said in a sweet voice, "What are you thinking about! No~! Serious~!"

I said, "Nothing, I was just thinking about how it wouldn't matter if I saw you peeking out."

My mother instinctively replied, "I'm not afraid of you seeing me~ I'm afraid of other people seeing me~"

After saying that, my mother seemed to realize she had spoken too quickly and immediately added, "Hmm~ I feel so uncomfortable right now~ Let's go home quickly~"

What does "not afraid of me seeing you" mean? What does "feeling uncomfortable right now" mean? Does the first sentence mean she acknowledges that our relationship is already very close? Does the second sentence prove that my mother is already wet? Looking at my stubborn mother, I couldn't help but think how adorable she was. I said, "Baby, today is special~ I want to make a memento~"

My mother asked in confusion, "Is it taking pictures~?"

I said, "No~"

Then I went over and hugged my mother's slender waist, and kissed the smooth left breast under her V-neck dress, sucking hard with my mouth, trying to leave a mark, what is commonly known as a hickey. My mother said, "Oh~ what are you doing~ you're so naughty~"

As she spoke, my mother's face was raised higher and higher, almost as if she was looking up. Because her breasts were too smooth, they slipped away many times because I couldn't suck them in. Unexpectedly, my mother used her hands to hold her breasts even tighter, allowing me to make the mark properly.

Afterwards, my mother tugged at her clothes, looking at the obvious marks I had made. She was both amused and exasperated, saying, "You put them in a place like this, you can't even hide them. What were you trying to prove?"

I laughed and said, "I wanted to tell everyone, 'Baby, you're mine!'"

My mother stuck out her tongue and said, "You wish!"

"Okay, let's go home quickly. I need to clean up."

On the way home, I held my mother's hand and asked, "Are we... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

My mother replied, "What do you think?"

I said, "Tell me! I want to know your answer."

My mother remained silent until we were almost home, when she finally said, "What kind of relationship do you think it is that would make me allow you to do what you just did?" I replied with a beaming smile, "Well, there's one more thing we haven't done yet—that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do today."

My mother seemed to realize what I was talking about, and said in a slightly flirtatious tone, "Hmm? Don't be so impatient—I haven't even said I could give it to you yet."

"You've already taken advantage of me so much today, aren't you satisfied?"

I didn't reply, just smiled and remained silent. After we got home, my mother hurriedly went to the bathroom to get ready, while I rushed into my room and secretly took out the magic weapon I had prepared beforehand... After my mother returned to the living room, she changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and denim shorts, but she didn't change her thigh-high stockings. Then I went around behind my mother and suddenly gave her a bear hug. My mother was startled and grabbed my hands tightly with her hands on her hips, asking me, "Hmm? I'm asking you, what else do you want~ I told you not to be in such a hurry!"

I then opened the square black box in front of my mother. Inside was the diamond ring I had bought for a large sum of money. I opened it and said, "I want to do this~"

"Mommy~ I truly~ truly~ truly~ love you~"

After saying this, I saw my mother blushing and a little flustered. What woman doesn't love a diamond ring? Especially since this expensive item was made by a high school boy. She seemed a little touched, and gently asked me, "This...this thing is very expensive. How could you afford it? Besides, you spent a lot of money buying me flowers before. Why? Did you save up your meal money by going hungry? Or did you secretly work part-time to save it up?"

Of course, the money came from the proceeds of selling the pornographic photos. I took it from my beautiful mother and used it for her. I looked at my mother tenderly, "It doesn't matter how it came about, what matters is that you know my true feelings, and that's all that matters." Tears welled up in my mother's eyes as she said, "Silly child...you must have suffered a lot for me, right?" "

I thought you were just being nice to me...I didn't realize you really meant it..." Then my mother turned around and hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I know...I know you're sincere to me now..."

"I saw it, I felt it too~I'm so touched..."

I followed up, deliberately using polite language in her ear, "So, Mommy, what are you now...?"

My mother smiled sweetly and replied shyly, "I am...I want to be your woman..."

"From now on...you must...you must treat me even better...you know?"

Haha, finally my wish has come true. I don't know how much effort I've put into this moment. My mother has finally admitted that she is my woman. In other words, she has already accepted me as her partner in her heart. From now on, I shouldn't have to scheme about how to enjoy her beautiful body anymore. I believe that in the future, she will definitely be able to meet my needs perfectly!

We hugged each other for a long time. The lighting was beautiful, the atmosphere perfect. Just when I felt I could unleash my full potential, I broke the silence and said I wanted to make love to my mother. But she slowly pushed me away, saying in a calm tone, "Hmm... so many things happened today... but... I haven't immediately switched from being your mother to being your mother."

"That's why I said I wanted to be your woman... because I haven't adjusted my mindset yet."

"Forgive me, Mommy... please... wait until I'm ready..."

Damn it! How could this happen? I pulled out my secret weapon, and this is what happened? Man proposes, God disposes. How am I supposed to cross the line of morality? Besides, my mother looked so alluring today. If I miss this opportunity, I don't know how long I'll have to endure before I can kiss my hot, beautiful mother again! Besides, if things stay as they are and we can't take things further, then my desire will never be satisfied. My swollen penis really wants to be inside my mother's beautiful body today! Then, I calmly thought about it for a moment, and thought, "Hmph! Since that's the case, then I'll make you take the initiative to woo me." At this moment, I pushed my mother away, walked to the sofa, sat down, closed my eyes, and let out a long sigh.

Seeing this, my mother quickly walked over to me and sat down beside me, gently hugging me and saying, "Um... I'm sorry... I'm sure I disappointed you, baby, right?"

"Then... well, then..."

"Then... I can let you touch me, that's the most I can go right now... okay?"

I smiled and said, "Hmm... I won't force you, baby... but if you want..."

"But if I touch you directly, baby, you'll definitely feel uncomfortable thinking you're still my mommy, right?"

"Let's play a game then~ It'll feel more natural~"

Mom said shyly. "Okay~ What do you want to play?"

I said, "Treasure hunt~ Baby, do you want the diamond ring from earlier? I'll let you find it through a treasure hunt, how about that?"

Mom smiled cutely and said, "Of course I want it, treasure hunt~ Sounds like fun~ Do we have to hide it in the house?"

I laughed and said, "The house is too big~ It's not fun~ So I want to hide it on you, baby~"

Mom said a little shyly, "Oh... okay... okay~!"

Then I gestured for Mom to sit or lie on the sofa with her eyes closed, and my hands began to wander unceremoniously over her body, as if searching for the right spot. But I had already decided on a spot. Then, when my hand touched the inside of her thigh, I noticed that my mother seemed a little excited and nervous, making "ah, ah" sounds as she slowly pulled down her denim shorts. Suddenly, I forcefully pulled down her underwear with my left hand, and using my right index and middle fingers in a sword-finger motion, I quickly jabbed the ring into her underwear and pulled it out. Of course, I didn't put the ring inside; I secretly held it in my palm and hid it. Startled by the sudden movement, my mother opened her eyes with a hint of fear and sat up slightly, saying pitifully and helplessly, "Oh~ how could you~! How could you put it there~ in such a strange place~"

"Hmm~ Hurry up and take it out~"

I said with a smile, "Baby~ I can't help it~ Women have one more place to hide things than men~"

"You can find other places right away~ It's not fun at all~"

"I'm the one who hid the treasure~ So~ it's your job to find the treasure now~"

My mother said a little impatiently, "You~ Humph~ You always give me difficult questions~"

"Hmm~ What should I do~ How do I get it out~ I feel a little uneasy leaving it inside~"

Then my mother stood up and started lifting her legs or making some swaying motions, trying to make the ring fall quickly into her vagina. However, after two minutes, my mother seemed to feel that it wasn't working. I quickly said, "Baby~ I'll teach you how to get it out~"

My mother blushed and said, "Hmm~ Okay, tell me quickly~"

Then I gestured for my mother to sit back down, reached under her shirt to take off her panties, and had her sit on the sofa with her legs spread wide open, facing me. My mother blushed even more. Then I said, "Baby, maybe the opening is a little small and it won't fall out~ So, use your left hand to spread your labia~ and use your right hand with your longest finger to reach inside and look for it. I'll keep an eye on it for you~"

"This way you can take it out soon,"

my mother said, both shy and anxious. "This is so embarrassing~ And~ are you going to watch?~ Hmm~ It's really~ so weird~"

I took my hand and guided her hesitant right hand fingers inside. I swallowed hard and said, "Let's get started~ Find your fingers inside~"

My mother, her eyes gleaming with shyness, twisted her hips and spread her vulva, digging and probing inside. Right now, it was like a sensual mother masturbating wantonly in front of her son. Of course, that was also my goal! My mother became more and more excited and anxious as she dug, muttering to herself in ecstasy, "Ah~ um~ ugh~ where did you put it~~"

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ I can't find it~ um~ um~ you~ put it anywhere~ um~"

"It's...it's all wet~ ugh~ it won't come out~ um~"

Since you're stopping me from taking the initiative, then I'll let you break down that high wall of morality yourself, haha. After a few minutes, I suddenly said, "Hmm~ I think I see it~ hurry!"

My mother's gestures didn't stop, and she asked me, slightly dazed, "Um~ where~? Um~ ah~ I...I didn't touch it~ ah~ um~"

"Tell...tell me... um~ um~"

"Or~ you~ you take it out for me~ I'm almost...I can't take it anymore~ um~" I leaned closer and said, "Okay~ let me do it~ but it'll be easier to get it if you turn around and lie down~ facing forward makes your pussy too tight~" My mother turned around and lay down, placing her hands on the back of the chair and sticking out her buttocks, shyly replying, "Hmm~ what are you talking about~ there's no such thing as tight or not tight~ ah~ um~"

I started kneading my mother's shapely buttocks with one hand, and with the other hand, I started to use my fingers to vigorously scratch her beautiful pussy from behind, exclaiming, "Oh my god~ so wet~ how can it be so slippery~" "It's almost sucking my fingers in~ such a wonderful temperature~ such a wonderful feel~ baby, you have a very amazing sex organ~"

My mother lowered her head and said in a muffled breath, "You... you still dare to say that... you... it's all your fault..."

"Hurry up and get it out for me~ Hmm~~~ It's being dug...it's a little uncomfortable..."

I could tell that my mother had been digging quite hard in her distraction, but I was also afraid that if she really hurt herself, she might not be able to play anymore, so I quickly said, "Then baby, I'll use another method, that way it won't hurt as much."

My mother agreed, and then I shoved my tongue under her shirt, slipping it into her secret place. I took it in my mouth and sucked on her eagerly secreted nectar with loud, wet sounds. Wow, it felt so smooth! Unlike the first time, it didn't taste sour. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the nectar had an indescribable sweetness. I kept digging and swirling my tongue inside, and I saw my mother's legs trembling slightly as she knelt on the sofa. She said to me in a weak, nasal voice, "Ugh... why are you using your mouth... God..."

"Stop... no... ugh... so... so good... um..."

"My legs... my legs are going to give way... mmm..."

Later, I saw that after my mother had been digging and my tongue attack, her own wildfire had spread throughout her body. Seeing that the time was right, she took out the ring and laughed loudly, "I found it, Mommy baby~ look at my hand~"

"So...do you want it now?"

I asked deliberately, with a double meaning. My mother slowly turned around and sat down on the sofa in a slumped position, her legs spread wide. The look in her eyes had changed from bright to seductive. I deliberately stood up and waved the huge tent that had formed between my genitals in front of her. I saw that my mother's reason was fighting against her lust. Her hesitant look was pitiful. I knew that if I pushed her gently now, my mother would completely fall into the abyss of incest... I moved closer to my mother, and suddenly, she grabbed my head and kissed me passionately! Our hands began to roam over each other's bodies. The mother, panting, said, "I...I want..."

"Give it to me! Mmm~ Mmm, give it to me!! I want it!!!"

But I immediately said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Baby~ Didn't you just say no? Why have you changed your mind?"

"You disappointed me so much just now~ So how are you going to make it up to me? Tell me~"

The mother buried her face in my chest and said, "Mmm~ You can do whatever you want~ I'll listen to you~"

After saying that, I immediately carried the mother into the room and pounced on her, making her lie on the bed in a spread-eagle position. I said, "Now I want to enjoy you~"

"But you look so beautiful today, I want to take some pictures to remember this,"

my mother said shyly. "Taking pictures—is it now? Or...or during the process?"

I replied, "Don't worry about it, didn't you just say you'd listen to me? Just cooperate!"

After saying that, it seemed that because she had just said it herself, my mother acquiesced. I rushed back into the room to get the camera, set it up, and started asking my mother to pose in various sexually provocative positions. I started taking pictures, and when I was almost unable to take it anymore, I reached up and used my fingers to spread open my mother's bare genitals, right in front of me. I held the camera with my left hand and pressed the shutter button again and again, while my right middle finger went straight into her vagina and began to dig. The honey-like fluid was repeatedly... I pulled it out of the jar; it was flowing all over her inner thighs and labia. The secret juice was sticky and slippery, occasionally trailing strands of water. During the act, my mother would occasionally let out moans, her legs, clad in thigh-high stockings, constantly sliding and kicking back and forth on the bed. Her mouth would frequently grasp and squeeze the sheets on either side of her head, her face half-closed with seductive eyes, occasionally furrowing her brows slightly, uttering soft "mmm." "Hmm... Hmm... Hmm..." I continued pulling my fingers faster and faster. The sounds my mother made had changed from nasal "hmm" to guttural "ah" sounds. Suddenly, I stopped. My mother's excitement, which had almost reached its limit, was abruptly halted. She helped herself to her seat and asked me with a lustful expression, "Hmm... What's wrong?"

"Why... did you stop?... I want more... I want more..."

"Mmm...give it to me...give it to me...I want it..."

Seeing my mother muttering to herself with her legs spread wide, after taking many photos of her, I switched the camera to video recording and said to her, "You have to serve me with your mouth first, then I'll give it to you~"

My usually clean and somewhat obsessive-compulsive mother would never agree, and I think my divorced father probably wouldn't have the same privilege either, because lust had clouded her judgment. Without saying a word, she crawled over and took my entire penis into her mouth. Her tongue followed the tip of my penis and licked inside my foreskin, starting to suck and release. Perhaps because it was her first time doing this, her tongue technique seemed a bit clumsy, so my mother even added a bonus scene of herself... Her beautiful breasts were pulled out, and with some assistance from breast sex, oh my god, the smooth sensation of my clitoris touching her nipples, combined with the sucking and releasing of her little mouth, made me feel the pressure on the inside of my glans immediately. I quickly prepared the container and let my mother's mouth take my penis in again. Suddenly, a spasm, and I ejaculated in my mother's mouth. My mother stared at me with wide eyes. I held her head to prevent her from escaping. I saw a slight twitching on my mother's cheeks, probably because the semen was hitting her mouth hard. After ejaculating, I let go. Perhaps because of inexperience, my mother sat up and tilted her face up, not knowing what to do. Her chubby cheeks indicated that she was still holding my semen in her mouth.

I realized she wasn't paying attention to me. Suddenly, I reached my right hand towards her wet labia and dug hard with my fingers, while my left hand pinched her right areola. The mother, startled by this attack, let out a muffled "Ah~", and then I saw her throat gurgle twice—she swallowed! The mother swallowed her own son's semen completely. With a furrowed brow, she looked down at me with a strange expression and said, "Hmm~ It's all your fault~ Why is it like this… It's so fishy… The taste is so strong and sticky…" "My mouth is full of your taste... How could you make me swallow all this... I've never done anything like this before..."

How satisfying! Just thinking about my semen melting inside my beautiful mother's body, invading every corner of her body, makes me hard again. Seeing this, my mother laughed and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to finish like this... You haven't satisfied me yet..."

I replied, "That's exactly why I didn't take off your sexy clothes that you dressed up so carefully today before making love with me. That's what makes my libido so high, and I keep wanting to have sex with you!!"

Hearing my explicit and fiery words, my mother blushed, slowly lay down, turned her legs inward and spread them wide, deliberately exposing her genitals to me, and said, "Then hurry up~ I'm so itchy, I want it so badly..."

Finally, this moment has arrived. I grasped my penis and approached on my knees. Then, I grabbed my mother's thighs with both hands and, in a doggy-style position, gently pried open her labia by swaying my glans from side to side. Pressing against the seemingly contracting opening, I laughed and said, "Great~ You're mine now~"

Then, with a forceful thrust, I slid all the way in through that straight, slippery, narrow opening. My mother's legs arched from the penetration. I stood up, and her slightly protruding belly, caused by the slight exertion, told me that my penis was passionately kissing her uterus, exchanging fluids. Seeing my mother's arms crossed over her chest, her fists clenched tightly, I knew she was feeling very comfortable. I imagine that to enhance the pleasure, she first let out a long "mmm," then responded breathlessly, saying, "So good~ mmm~ darling…you…so good…so big…"

"I...I'm already yours...hurry...I want more..."

With that, I started thrusting, pumping hard into my mother. The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant. A tall, beautiful young woman was actively making love with a boy who looked like a teenager. Their genitals were tightly joined, exchanging bodily fluids and saliva. Both of them were kneading each other's bodies with their hands, as if trying to grab them tightly. After more than 20 minutes of passion, I suddenly felt my mother hugging me tighter and tighter, gripping me more and more... With effort, my body gradually arched. Based on my experience of semi-raping my mother in the motel, I knew she was about to climax. Suddenly, I flipped her over, changing her position to thrusting into her from behind. My mother raised her head, shaking it constantly, her hands flat on the bed, her hips raised, actively slamming against my lower body. Her legs were kneeling on the bed. Yes, it was a position similar to the first time I had sex with her. I ended where I started. Then I heard, "Ah

...

Then she squeezed her legs together forcefully, and her body, which felt slightly spasmodic, began to rhythmically pulsate. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my glans, and with a cry, I ejaculated. We both sprayed each other's fluids in front of my mother's uterus. My mother felt waves of heat and said somewhat anxiously, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~~ I want~ to~ want to~ have sex with you two first~ Ah~"

"Hmm~ Why~ why are you so~ so naughty~ shooting inside~"

"So... I'm getting pregnant again... Mmm..."

After saying that, my mother leaned forward and collapsed, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. I chuckled and said, "What does it matter? The very nature of sex between men and women is for the woman to get pregnant."

I vaguely heard my mother weakly reply, "You're so naughty..." Later, I hugged my mother and let her rest her head on my chest, saying I wanted to know her whereabouts during the time she left home. Actually, what I wanted to confirm was whether she was pregnant with my child. My mother told me that after she left, she stayed at the homes of relatives and friends for a while. One day, she realized her period was late and wondered if she was pregnant. She immediately took a pregnancy test, and it turned out she was. Because there was still time and she still had a chance, she rushed out and bought abortion pills to terminate the pregnancy. I asked, shocked, happy, and disappointed, "Was that mine? You were pregnant with my child?"

"But, that's all?"

My mother quickly got up and looked at me, explaining, "Back then, I thought I was your biological mother. You wouldn't understand how much psychological pressure a woman would feel if she were pregnant with her own son's child. Besides, back then I didn't fully understand your feelings like I do now."

"And I was really sad about getting rid of it, so I went to that aunt's house. Of course, I yelled at you there—but if I'd known it would turn out like this..."

After listening, I pressed my mother's head back against my chest, stroking her hair and saying it was okay, though my face still showed my disappointment. Seeing my expression, my mother immediately said in a coquettish and low voice, "Darling~ don't be like that~ I want to live together for a while~ In the future... however many children you want, I'll have them all for you, okay? Darling? Haha~ it seems I've really won my mother's heart." Then my mother added, "I have to tell you something secretly, and I also want to apologize to you."

"That time... that time we had sex at the motel..."

"Actually... I did develop feelings for you. I don't know why, but I really wanted it that time... so later... I... I didn't resist you anymore~"

"At that time, I didn't know what kind of feelings I had for you, and I was very scared~ So, after we finished, I chose to run away from you. I didn't want to admit that I had strange thoughts and blame it all on you. I'm sorry for that time, darling~"

"Thinking about it carefully~ maybe~ I've already fallen in love with you, you naughty boy~"

After hearing these confessions, I was very happy. I didn't expect that the aphrodisiac I bought back then would have such an effect that my mother would mistakenly think that she had secretly fallen in love with me. After a while, I gently pinched her nose and said, "Don't worry so much, it's not like it always happens perfectly~"

My mother replied shyly, "You dare say that? You don't know that young boys' sperm are the most vigorous and the easiest to get pregnant~ Otherwise~ how could you have succeeded that time~?"

I replied, "That also depends on your egg being willing to accept it. It seems your body really likes to help me get pregnant~"

My mother said, "Hmph~ You wish!"

I brought my face close to hers and asked, "Could it be~ when I ejaculated inside you just now..." "Don't you like it?"

She turned her head away and said, "Ugh, asking that? I'm not telling you!"

When I turned my face back, my mother playfully leaned close to my ear and whispered, "The warm, swollen feeling... and that bumping sensation... it feels so good, darling."

I kissed my mother deeply and said, "I don't want you to be pregnant either... I want you to wear cosplay outfits and take pictures with me, and make love with me in the future!"

My mother smiled and said, "Okay, okay... whatever you say."

"Because you're my man..."

Then, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Before falling asleep, I thought to myself, "I got it!!

I finally got my mother's body and soul. Now I'm going to let her beautiful body play all sorts of role-playing games, bringing me endless pleasure..."

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