Mom, my Christmas present

Mom, my Christmas present.
When I came home for Christmas, I had only been in university for a year. What surprised me most was that during the time I was away, Mom had suddenly become such a beautiful woman.

Actually, Mom hadn't changed at all; the only change was the way I looked at her three months after I entered university.

In fact, I met many pretty girls at university and even became good friends with two very pretty girls.

But when I got off the plane and saw the radiant smile on Mom's face, and the beautiful curves of her body that couldn't be hidden under her winter coat, I immediately had a strong feeling that the Mom standing before me must be the most beautiful woman in the world.

Mom opened her arms and hugged me tightly, happily and generously giving me a kiss. Oh, and when I went home with my family who came to pick me up at the airport, I had to be careful not to let them see my unsightly side.

Before I continue this story, I'd like to add a few words. When I was little, let's put it this way, when I first learned that fantasizing about beautiful women while groping my 'little brother' could bring me pleasure, my mother was the image that frequently appeared in my mind.

However, during my puberty, fearing I would go astray, my mother disciplined me a lot, and she became a 'parent' I had to be constantly wary of in my life. My fantasies during my groping gradually became those of girls around my age.

And eventually, when some of these fantasies became real experiences for some of those girls, I paid less attention to my mother, even though she was actually more sexy and charming than any of them.

So, when I saw my mother at the airport, when I suddenly looked at her with completely new eyes, all those feelings I had for her from my memories were revived, and even more intensely than before. I had to work very hard to shift my gaze from her to my father and sister who were with her at the airport to pick me up.

By the way, let me describe my mother to you.

In every respect, she was a very petite and charming woman. She

was about 1.6 meters tall and weighed just over 110 pounds, with a beautiful figure: high, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a prominent, rounded bottom. Her hips were incredibly alluring, like plump, rounded pearls. Her legs weren't very long, but the proportions were perfect, with smooth, clean ankles, pleasing calves, delicate knees, and thighs that gracefully extended to her rounded bottom. It was as if this wasn't enough to capture my gaze. My mother's face was also the most beautiful I knew. She had thick, dark brown hair, large, dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a round face with dimples, full lips, and a small chin.

Her smile, especially when she was truly happy, had a fiery infectious quality, like a beautifully blooming flower.

My mother was a warm and kind woman, but sometimes shy. She was intelligent and sensitive, and beneath her calm and peaceful exterior lay a strong-willed woman.

I have no doubt that deep down, Mom is a woman of profound affection and fiery passion.

To me, Mom is a perfect woman in this world.

(That might sound a bit boastful, but what else can I say? The words above only express a fraction of the intense love I feel for my mother, the woman who gave me life and raised me.

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Anyway, let's get back to our story.

That night, I was in a daze, everything around me seemed so bright and beautiful.

Everyone in the family was overjoyed to see me.

I tried to revert to the person I was before I left home, but I always felt a little awkward, a bit embarrassed.

I couldn't shake off the breathtaking beauty Mom presented to me; I had to constantly remind myself not to let my eyes linger on her.

Several times, I felt Mom noticed my unusual attention, which made her a little shy and embarrassed.

And what happened to me was that my entire being was consumed by this intense love for her—I fell in love with my mother.

This was a love more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, more powerful and profound than any emotion I had ever felt. I was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.

That night, I masturbated, and the object of my fantasies was my dear mother.

After ejaculating, I quickly fell into a deep sleep and slept until dawn.

The next day, I managed to control my emotions and try to behave somewhat normally.

My father and sister were both busy, so most of the day was spent alone with my mother.

I tried my best to remain normal, but my longing to be with her was impossible to hide.

My mother accepted my new attitude towards her in a very warm and pleasant way.

We talked about the past, and my mother even told me about her childhood and her teenage years, things she had never told me before.

I helped her with housework and went shopping with her.

When she hinted that I should visit some of my old friends, I boldly told her that she was my oldest and best friend, and that I wanted to be with her.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in my tone that made Mom blush again, and she whispered something, looking a little embarrassed.

Just like that, our relationship truly became more and more like that of a good friend, and no longer simply that of a mother and son.

That evening, Dad and my sister went to bed earlier than Mom and me, so around eleven o'clock, Mom and I had a late-night snack together in the kitchen.

After we finished eating, Mom stood by the water to wash the dishes, and I stood up behind her and put my arm around her.

When Mom turned to face me, I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I have to tell you, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am so proud to have you as my mother."

Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile, reached out, and hooked her arm around my neck.

I took the opportunity to pull Mom into my arms, and Mom looked up at me. I lowered my head and naturally kissed her lips.

For a long time, Mom and I remained in that kiss, letting me slide into a rapid abyss; then, Mom laughed and gently pushed us apart a little. "

Thank you," Mom whispered, "this is the best compliment I've ever received."

I wanted to say more words of praise, but my courage left me.

Mom and I were immersed in this warm embrace, and then Mom said to me, "It's time to sleep, goodnight, thank you for your help today." Mom quickly kissed me again and went back.

That night, I masturbated again, imagining my hand as Mom's tightly locked vagina. This time, even after ejaculating, I still couldn't fall asleep.

The hugs and kisses with Mom that night made me very excited. I thought I had made some progress in my relationship with Mom, but where would this fiery desire lead me? Mom is a very proper woman, she would never have the idea of becoming lovers with her son, and that's probably exactly what I, as the son, am thinking.

But I knew Dad wasn't a very passionate man, and I was certain their sex life had cooled long ago. Moreover, beneath Mom's seemingly calm exterior, I was sure she still harbored a strong sexual desire; Mom was like a smoldering fire.

She was so beautiful; her life should be filled with passionate love, and I was certain she longed for that kind of love, a love like a blazing fire.

And I, already consumed by this fiery love, couldn't control myself; I had to express this love to her.

The next day, just like the first, I spent most of my time with her. We talked more, and I helped her more.

However, a few times I stopped what I was doing, just looked at her, and said things like, "You're so beautiful." Each time, Mom looked embarrassed, but I could tell these words made her happy. That night,

Mom and I were still the last two to go to bed, and we shared snacks together in the kitchen. When she stood by the sink, I hugged her again. This time, because of what I'd done during the day, I could express myself more fluently.

I told Mom how happy I was to be with her, that the three months I'd been away from her had shown me how important she was to me. I also told her that although I'd always thought she was a very beautiful woman, I only now truly realized how beautiful she was, to the point that I could never get enough of looking at her.

Mom gladly accepted my compliments and kisses. She wrapped her

arms tightly around my neck, and because I'm a bit taller, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach my lips. While kissing Mom, my penis was rock hard, because we were so close, my penis was pressing directly against her soft belly.

If Mom didn't realize it at the time, I think it was because she was probably as bewildered as I was by our embrace. I could see that she genuinely accepted and even reveled in this feeling of being loved and needed, but on the other hand, this kiss, which seemed inappropriate between mother and son, did make her uneasy.

Mom hadn't completely opened herself up to me, at least not yet.

Even so, Mom and I kissed several times, and then Mom would take the initiative to let go, say goodnight to me, and leave.

However, when she let go, she seemed reluctant; could it be that my passion had led me to misunderstand? I really hoped she genuinely wanted to stay in my arms and didn't want to leave.

The next day was Saturday. My sister stayed home all day, and Dad came home in the afternoon.

That day, I ran errands for Mom several times, took her to the city to buy daily necessities, and patiently waited for her.

Finally, Mom said to me, "You really spoil me. With you by my side, I'm really not used to it." "

Mom, am I annoying you?" I asked her. "Ah, of course not," Mom said eagerly, "Not at all! This feeling is wonderful. I never expected you to be so understanding. I... ah, I'm so, so happy. Trust me, Mom—I really enjoy having you by my side."

She spoke with such certainty, which confirmed Mom's feelings for me and made me incredibly excited and thrilled.

That evening, my sister had a date, and Dad, after watching a TV program, finally went to bed, even though it was really too late for me.

But in the end, Mom and I had another chance to be alone together.

Just like the previous days, Mom and I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. This time, I didn't wait for her to stand by the sink; I pulled her straight into my arms, leaning her back against it. "Mom," I breathed heavily, "you're so beautiful. I want to hold you like this and kiss you. This feeling is so wonderful!"

My lips pressed against Mom's, and I gently lifted her off the ground, using the sink to support her beautiful body. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my hardness pressing against Mom's lower abdomen, her firm breasts pressed against my chest.

Mom let me kiss her like that. At first, Mom was probably a little nervous, just keeping her mouth closed and letting me kiss her. Slowly, Mom began to respond actively, opening her lips.

While I pressed her tightly against the sink, my hands began to explore Mom's body.

This feeling was truly... ah, but the good times didn't last long. Finally, Mom managed to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between us, and forcefully pushed me away.

Mom's face was completely flushed, so beautiful, and her breathing was already rapid.

Mom said softly, as if sighing, "I... I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, but... really, you shouldn't do this. I'm your mother, not your girlfriend.

But, Mom, I love you more than any other woman. You just... no, no, mother and son can't be like this.

Doing this... I... I can't... I'm a little scared.

You really... really did this to me." My expression was very dejected. I

felt like screaming.

I thought I had achieved my dream, thought Mom was my lover, but now, Mom, I'm sorry if you feel I've embarrassed you.

I just couldn't control myself, couldn't control wanting to do this. Do you hate me, Mom? Mom hooked her arms around my neck again, hugging me tightly. "No, no, ah, actually, Mom is very touched that you wanted to do this to Mom."

Mom then gently kissed my lips, a light kiss as if to prove her love for me.

It was partly Mom's fault; I shouldn't have let you, um, let you do so much for Mom. I think, I think.

I just really wanted this feeling you gave me.

As she spoke, I felt her suddenly give me a light nipple, then abruptly push me away and turn away.

I stood there, stunned, my thoughts wandering.

What should I do now? What's going on? I have no doubt that Mom actually enjoyed doing what we were just doing, and I'm sure she wanted to continue.

But can Mom really completely let go? Right now, Mom is telling me not to, and if I ignore her warning, will I lose even this good mother-son relationship we've built up? That night, I thought and thought until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep. The next day

, our family went to church together. When I saw Mom intentionally standing next to me, I felt a little relieved.

Actually, during the ceremony, Mom's buttocks and thighs were pressed tightly against me, keeping me in a state of constant arousal.

All day, Mom was very attentive and kind to me, but that night, when Dad got up to sleep, she went with him, unlike usual.

Later, I quietly walked past my parents' bedroom and heard them making love. I felt like I'd been shot.

The following day, Dad and my sister went upstairs, leaving Mom and me alone again.

Mom and I maintained the good mother-son relationship I'd worked so hard to build, but the atmosphere was slightly tense than before.

So, I helped her prepare for the holidays; Thursday was Christmas, and Dad and my sister would have a five-day holiday starting Wednesday.

Mom and I kept quiet about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.

But when Mom and I sat down for lunch, I looked at her and asked, "Mom, are you really satisfied with your life?"

For a moment, Mom just sat there looking puzzled by my question, finally answering, "Of course. You... what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, Mom," I said cautiously, "look, Dad works so hard, and he's so serious, and you never go out with him. And, well, your dad has always been a good husband, I've never blamed him for that." I know that.

Dad is a good man, he's upright, and he hasn't had any other women outside the marriage.

I'm so proud to have him as my father. But, Mom, it seems...

well, you two rarely talk to each other, and it seems you don't have any common interests.

I think what you said is true. Your father and I are probably living our own lives. But you might not know this, most marriages that last as long as your father and I have probably ended up like this. But, Mom, I feel your life shouldn't be like this. I dare say, in the short few days I've been back, we've probably talked more together than you and Dad combined in the three months I was gone. Hearing me say this, Mom laughed, but I could hear a sadness in her smile. I... I don't think I dare say this to you. I think you're probably right.

I wanted to say more, but I was afraid I'd go too far.

So we sat silently for a while. I didn't say anything more, so Mom could think about what I had to say.

Finally, Mom stood up from the table, looked at me, and said softly, "Mom is so grateful that you've been with me these past few days, giving me someone to talk to."

Honestly, being able to feel needed again made Mom very excited.

I stood up, wanting to hug her, but Mom raised her arm, shook her head, and said, "No, don't pressure Mom. Give me some time. Mom needs to think about it some more. All of this is too sudden. Mom isn't ready."

And just like that, Mom and I went back to how we were, a mother and son with a harmonious relationship.

But I knew that after this confession, beneath Mom's calm surface, I had ignited her inner longing for love.

Between Mom and me, there was now a real tension of sexual tension.

That night, Mom still went to bed early, but when I quietly passed by again, she didn't make love to Dad.

The next morning, as I was helping Mom prepare breakfast, my sister came downstairs. Watching Mom and me busy together, after a while, she said, "Hey, you've really become well-behaved. I thought Mom had found another boyfriend."

I saw Mom's face flush red, so I quickly changed the subject, "Of course! What, are you jealous?" My sister laughed without suspicion, "No way! I have a date tonight!" After Dad and my sister went upstairs, Mom smiled at me and said, "I'm afraid your sister has noticed something's not quite right here. Maybe you can't be as nice to me when she's around!"

"What's wrong?" I asked deliberately. "Does that mean I can be nicer to you when your sister isn't around?" Mom seemed a little embarrassed. "That depends on how nice you are to me, Mom. If you agree, I can be very, very nice to you," I said jokingly, glancing at her sideways. "Very nice."

"Oh my goodness!" Mom giggled. "I've touched you again. If this keeps up, I really don't know what to do with you."

I knew very well that soon, Mom and I wouldn't have a chance to be alone together anymore; Dad and my sister's five-day vacation was coming up.

But despite my repeated attempts, I couldn't have such a flirtatious conversation with Mom anymore. She always carefully avoided it. But gradually, Mom started joking about my "sexual interest" in her, which made me feel

that Mom was beginning to accept my thoughts.

Finally, evening arrived, the eve of New Year's Eve. My sister went out on a date, but Dad kept flipping through the newspaper or watching TV; I was afraid he wouldn't go to bed that night.

Mom was baking something.

Finally, Dad said goodnight to us and went upstairs.

I sat in the kitchen watching Mom busy herself, enjoying the heartfelt joy that came from the graceful curves of her body as she moved.

Every now and then, Mom would glance at me and give me a warm smile.

Finally, Mom cut a slice of cake for both of us, then made us each a chocolate bar, and sat down beside me.

We ate our snacks in silence, often just looking at each other.

Mom looked so adorable when she ate. Ah, no, actually, I love everything about her; I love her, this woman.

After we finished eating, I reached out and took Mom's hand in mine. She immediately squeezed it tightly. For a few minutes, we just held hands like that, and I stared at her beautiful face. She occasionally lifted her head, her bright brown eyes looking at me with a calm but meaningful gaze—at least, that's how it seemed to me. "

Mom," I whispered, "I hope what my sister said this morning is true. I would be very proud if I could really be your boyfriend."

Hearing this, Mom immediately stood up, cleared the plates from in front of us, and put them in the water.

When she turned back, she reached out and gently pulled me up.

What happened next felt like a dream. I only remember that we were embracing again, Mom lying on the sink, and we kissed. Oh God, that was a real kiss! In my remaining lucidity, I felt that Mom had opened herself up to me.

After a while, I picked her up and sat her on the sink. I stood between her legs, holding her warm body tightly.

My mother clasped her hands tightly around my neck, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.

Then, she wrapped her legs around my waist, making us even more intertwined.

The height of the sink meant my taut penis was positioned between her legs, so that my penis was only separated from her vagina by our clothes.

We opened our mouths, letting our tongues tease each other. "Ah, Mom," I couldn't help but cry out, my penis throbbing against her most private and precious place.

My mother was ready, I knew she was ready.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car door closing; my sister must be back from her date.

My God, why did she have to come back at this time? Why didn't that bastard take her somewhere else and keep her a little longer?

My mother quickly jumped off the sink, grabbed a tissue, and used it to wipe the lipstick stains left from our passionate kiss. I wiped mine too, to make her look more natural.

"You'd better sit down first," Mom whispered, eyeing my bulge in the crotch. Anyone could see it immediately.

A little while later, my sister came into the kitchen, looking excited. It seemed like her date went well. "How was the date?" I asked her, winking. "

How was it?!" my sister drawled. "I'm not telling you!"

We both laughed. Mom made my sister a cake and a cup of chocolates. My sister was still excited about the date and sat there, chatting endlessly. Finally, Mom got up, said goodnight, and went home.

I was furious. Such a great opportunity had slipped away. I wondered when I'd have another chance like this.

Not long after Mom left, my sister, having lost her excitement, also went to rest.

Helpless, I went into the living room and sat on the sofa. The only light in the living room was from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow through the window.

If my mother and I had been earlier, or if she had given me a chance during the day, we would have had several hours to make it work.

But now, she's asleep. If she thinks about it carefully before she sleeps, if she changes her mind, then I might never have another chance. If that happens, I really don't know how I'll go on.

Suddenly, I heard a soft creaking sound from the floor, followed by a rustling sound.

My heart almost stopped.

It was my mother, her small and beautiful figure standing at the top of the stairs.

I was stunned, sitting on the sofa as if struck by lightning, watching her gently walk towards me and sit beside me.

Then I hugged her tightly again, pulling her soft, delicate body into my arms. My mother was wearing a wool bathrobe; I wondered what she was wearing underneath.

My mother's robe was loosely tied, slightly open. I tentatively reached inside, and ah, I touched my mother's bare skin! My hand filled her smooth, soft breasts, feeling her nipples hard against my hand. As I couldn't help but knead her breasts, my mother let out a sweet moan and brought her lips closer to mine. My mother's breasts felt wonderful. I had kneaded other girls' breasts before, some larger than my mother's, but my mother's breasts still felt the best in my hands. I pulled away from my mother's kiss and moved my mouth down until I took her nipple into my mouth.

My mother reached out and cupped my head from behind, twisting her body, and her robe opened even wider.

I loosened the knot in her robe, and it slid open easily to the sides. I slowly opened it completely, and for the first time, my mother's perfect body was fully revealed before me. The light coming through the window wasn't very bright, but it was enough for me to see this fair and beautiful body clearly. My mother's breasts were round and firm, protruding from her chest. Her thighs flowed like water down to her ankles, revealing an alluring curve to her hips, a perfectly positioned navel, and a slightly protruding abdomen—everything was perfect, full of feminine charm.

Between my mother's perfect thighs was a delicate 'V'-shaped patch of soft pubic hair, and to me, the most precious place in the world was hidden beneath this lush pubic hair.

Ah, my mother's body before me was even more perfect than I had imagined. My previous fantasies had never given me the shock that my mother's real body brought.

My hands slid over my mother's soft thighs and firm abdomen.

Let my fingers run through the soft pubic hair on her beautiful, rounded mons pubis. Mom opened her thighs, and my hand landed on her warm, moist vulva. Instantly, I felt as if I were in heaven. Nothing could compare to the pleasure I felt at that moment. The girls I had dated before paled in comparison to this beautiful mother before me. Oh, Mom, Mom, I couldn't even believe it was real.

Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Take off your clothes quickly. Mom wants you, Mom wants you." I frantically took off my clothes with Mom's help, until I was completely naked like her. Mom lay back and pulled me onto her. She put one leg on the back of the sofa and the other on the floor, spreading her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming flower.

Mom reached out her small hand and grasped mine, exclaiming, "My God, yours is so big!"

The sheer size didn't deter Mom. She pulled it between her open legs, gently parted her lips with her other hand, and placed it at the entrance of her love.

I kept watching, because Mom was rather petite, and her vagina might be very tight.

I gently lifted my hips and slowly and gently pushed into Mom's narrow, wet vagina.

Mom was already very wet; otherwise, I doubted my enormous penis could even fit into her tightness. I suppressed the urge to thrust myself into Mom's body and continued my slow, inward and outward movements.

Little by little, I pushed myself all the way into Mom's body until my pubic hair intertwined with hers, and my testicles pressed against Mom's buttocks.

I think I had reached Mom's limit; if it were even a little longer, it wouldn't be able to go any further. Mom was completely filled; for her, it was just right.

After I was fully inside Mom's body, I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my entire penis being tightly embraced by Mom's warm, slippery vagina.

As my enormous penis slowly penetrated my mother's tender and juicy love, she moaned softly from time to time, yet still twisted her lower body to welcome my intrusion.

Perhaps because my penis was so large, invading her virgin territory that had never been touched before, my mother's moans sounded somewhat painful, but even so, it was clear that Mom wanted it; she wanted me to enter the deepest part of her body.

So, when I had reached the limit of her physical capacity, and paused briefly, my mother's whole body trembled with excitement, and I heard her soft whispers in my ears, "Ah, ah, this is too unbelievable, we finally, finally did it, ah, ah," her whispers mixed with intermittent moans of pain. "

Mom, are you alright?" I asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you?"

"Ah, no, no, you feel so good inside me, so full, so wonderful."

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. She eagerly extended her tongue, simultaneously lifting her lower body towards me.

I knew this was her signal, telling me she was ready, so I began to move inside her.

Gently and slowly, I withdrew my slightly stinging penis from her tightness, then gently inserted it again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's insides become slipperier, yet she still gave me a tight, virginal feeling. As I penetrated her, my mother began to lift her hips in response to my thrusts.

She let me sink her hips deep into the sofa cushions, and when I pulled back, the cushions would bounce back to meet my movements.

I began to play with my mother's smooth, full breasts, constantly thrusting into her, kissing her, squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples.

My mother's hands excitedly slid quickly across my back, sometimes sliding down to my buttocks.

My God, to be able to penetrate my beloved mother's tense yet tender flesh, to be able to tease and play with her tongue, to be able to freely caress her soft, beautiful body while feeling the pleasure of her hands stroking my back—could there be anything more intoxicating than this? I simply couldn't believe it.

Soft moans, sometimes like cries, came from my mother's lips and throat, expressing her physical and mental pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out, gently releasing those joyful notes into my mother's mouth as we kissed.

My mother now began to lift her fragrant buttocks more vigorously to meet my thrusting movements. I knew she wanted it to be faster, and that was exactly what I wanted. I began to penetrate her love faster and more fiercely, like I was on fire, vigorously cultivating my mother's body. I had never felt so comfortable, so excited.

Even now, as I write these words, I can still fully experience the feelings of that day.

My mother was about to reach her climax. She began to involuntarily and violently sway her waist and abdomen. Her tongue quickly darted in and out of my mouth. Her moans became rapid and discontinuous, eventually turning into a moan that seemed to be made only when being held captive.

By this time, Mom's hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, each thrust pulling me deeper into her body. Then she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her now incredibly juicy flesh even more deeply and forcefully. I slid my hands onto her plump buttocks, so that with each powerful thrust I could reach even deeper into her body. I began to move more violently, each stroke harder and deeper, my hot weapon piercing Mom's trembling lower body, overflowing with love juice.

I marveled at how such a delicate woman like Mom could withstand such intense impact.

Mom's body, under my frenzied movements, was like a small boat in a stormy sea, yet her actions still told me she wanted my love to be faster and more intense.

At this moment, we were like machines operating at super-efficiency, specially designed for making love. Our rhythms were perfectly synchronized, we were well-lubricated, and we were in perfect harmony, rising and falling, one going in and the other out. I don't know how I managed to hold on for so long. In fact, ever since I entered my mother's magical lower body, I had been on the verge of climax every second. And now I couldn't hold back any longer. But I tensed my muscles with all my might. No, not yet. Mom hasn't come yet. I want to make this the best time of Mom's life. Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it's here. Mom has come too.

I thrust in very, very deep, my mother's buttocks sinking deep into the sofa cushions. Then, as she bounced back, it nearly lifted us both into the air. Each deep thrust was accompanied by a muffled, animalistic groan from my throat, while my mother's moans mingled with them. Our mouths remained pressed together, our breaths rapid and shallow, our faces wet with sweat and saliva. Now, my mother and I were like two pure beasts, entwined with all the wildness in our bodies, inseparable for a moment.

Finally, my mother let out a hissing sound as if struggling, her beautiful body suddenly straightening, her back arching like a beautiful bow, her shapely buttocks entwined with my lower body in the air.

My mother's whole body convulsed violently; I felt her flesh gripping me tightly, like the movement of someone sobbing. Ah, my mother was coming, and I finally relaxed my tense muscles.

As I began to feel the urge to ejaculate inside my mother, experiencing that unparalleled radiant sensation, I finally roared, thrusting my lower body deep into my mother's trembling depths, releasing wave after wave of love for her into her core. Waves

of ecstasy began to ripple through my entire body, a pleasure and sensation I had never felt before, and all of this, when I sensed that my mother's orgasm was as intense as mine, propelled me to even greater heights.

As if under a spell, my mother and I embraced, sharing this thrilling pleasure, for what felt like an eternity—a very, very long, indescribably blissful time.

Finally, my mother let out a long, satisfied sigh, her taut body sinking back into the sofa.

I, too, descended from that peak, letting my weary body lie on top of my mother, allowing my breathing to slow down.

After a while, I suddenly realized that my entire weight was pressing down on my mother, so I adjusted my position to allow her some rest, but I was careful to keep my lower body still joined to hers.

For a long time, Mom and I didn't speak. This experience with her left us both with an indescribable feeling of gratitude.

My heart soared with joy and pride.

To have my semen, my seed, sown so deeply within Mom's willing genitals filled me with a sense of pride.

Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil within Mom that nurtured my life, and now, this fertile soil was filled and nourished by my semen, my seed of life… This thought suddenly struck me.

Finally, Mom opened her beautiful eyes, gazing at me with deep affection. She smiled, radiating the happiness she felt after making love with the one she loved in Shenzhen. "Oh, I love you," Mom's voice became a little hoarse. "I've never felt so good before. God, it's true. Me too, Mom," I said. "I never knew I could be so happy. I love you so much, Mom. You are my best lover. I've heard that size doesn't make a big difference, but…" Mom whispered, "But… yours… thank you, thank you for making me feel so good."

"Mom, your happiness is mine too," I kissed my mother passionately. "

Ah, no, it's not just because of this long time..." Mom chuckled softly. "If you think Mom just wants to enjoy sexual pleasure, you're wrong."

Mom cupped my face in her hands, gazing at me, her large brown eyes shimmering with love. "Yes, Mom's good child, Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

Mom's true feelings for me immediately excited me again. My lower body tensed up, throbbing in Mom's wetness, quickly becoming as hard as it had been at the beginning. "Ah, my God," Mom exclaimed with a smile, "it's moving again! Of course, look at the temptation before it! The most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world!"

Mom and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other. After a while, my restless penis began to move in and out of Mom's body again.

This time, I thrust into Mom slowly and gently. The living room was filled with a sensual, decadent beauty, the kisses and caresses expressing the tenderness between mother and son.

Gradually, the gentle flame ignited again, and my mother and I once again reached the peak of sensual pleasure during our intense lovemaking.

When my mother and I finally returned from the paradise of pleasure and were about to reconnect with each other, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Although most of our love fluid was stuck to my mother's robe and a lot was still on the sofa, my mother and I cleaned it up together. I accompanied my mother to her bedroom door, and one last time I caressed my mother's breasts and her buttocks, gently giving her a kiss. My mother's hand quickly and heavily squeezed mine.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and everyone in the family was very happy, even my usually serious father.

But the happiest person was my mother. She was completely immersed in a joy that felt like rebirth. I had never seen her so happy, which made me very happy, because I knew that it was because the emptiness my mother had felt for many years had been filled again by my semen the night before.

Several times that day, when Mom and I had the chance to be alone, we secretly kissed passionately, caressing each other and indulging in this forbidden pleasure.

I was very careful to hide my erection from Dad and my sister.

Because it was a holiday, Dad had a few extra drinks that night and went to bed early.

My sister was going to a New Year's Eve party with her boyfriend, so Mom and I decided to go to church together.

Even though we had an incestuous relationship, which is one of the worst sins in the Bible, it sounded a bit strange that we went to the ceremony together.

However, I felt I should thank God because I believed He had given me my mother. On the way there, Mom and I talked about this for a while, and I realized that she shared the same thoughts as me.

I only learned about Mom's actual feelings about our relationship later.

Now it seems like she was looking for an excuse for what had happened, trying to balance the guilt and unease in her heart.

But I swear, my mother and I both thought that we still thought so, and we truly believed that the extraordinary mother-son love between us, including the heterosexual relationship between us, was a sacred thing, a precious gift from God.

This is what Mom told me: When I first noticed your attitude towards me that went beyond the normal mother-son relationship, and when I found that this attitude excited me, I thought about it a lot, very deeply.

Finally, I came to a thought: God gave humanity sex not only for reproduction, but also as a gift of pleasure.

So that when we express our feelings of love, we can fully enjoy the pleasure that sex brings.

If I love someone more than anyone else, like I love you, then I can't find any other way to express this deep affection except by willingly offering my body to you.

I know you want to make love to me, and I know that will give it to you.

When I went home for Christmas, I had only been in university for a year. What surprised me most was that during the time I was away, Mom had suddenly become such a beautiful woman.

Actually, Mom hadn't changed at all; what had changed was the way I looked at her three months after I entered university.

In fact, at university, I met many beautiful girls and became very close to two very pretty girls.

But when I got off the plane and saw the radiant smile on my mother's face, and the beautiful curves of her body that couldn't be hidden under her winter coat, I immediately had a strong feeling that the mother standing in front of me must be the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother opened her arms and hugged me tightly, happily and generously giving me a kiss. Oh, and when I went home with my family who had come to pick me up at the airport, I had to be careful not to let them see my unsightly little brother in his disheveled state.

Before this story continues, I think I should add a few words. When I was little, let's put it this way, when I first learned that imagining beautiful women while groping my 'little brother' could bring me pleasure, my mother was often the image that appeared in my mind.

But during my puberty, because she was afraid I would go astray, my mother disciplined me a lot. She became a 'parent' in my life whom I had to be constantly wary of, and my fantasies while groping gradually became those of girls around my age.

Ultimately, after some of these girls experienced these feelings firsthand, I paid less and less attention to my mother, even though she was actually more sexy and charming than any of them.

So, when I saw my mother at the airport, when I suddenly looked at her with completely new eyes, all those feelings I had for her from my memories were resurrected, and even more intensely than before. I had to struggle to shift my gaze from her to my father and sister, who had come with her to pick me up at the airport.

By the way, let me describe my mother to you.

In every way, she is a very petite and charming woman.

Standing at approximately 1.6 meters tall and weighing just over 110 pounds, she possessed a remarkably beautiful figure. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist slender, and her hips protruded gracefully—her buttocks were truly round and alluring. Her legs weren't particularly long, but their proportions were perfect, complemented by smooth, clean ankles, pleasing calves, delicate knees, and thighs that gracefully extended to her rounded hips. It seemed as if this wasn't enough to capture my gaze. My mother's face was also the most beautiful I knew. She had thick, dark brown hair, large, dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a round face with dimples, full lips, and a small chin.

Her smile, especially when she was truly happy, possessed a fiery infectiousness, like a beautifully blooming flower.

My mother was a warm and kind woman, but sometimes shy. She was intelligent and sensitive, and beneath her calm and serene exterior lay a strong character.

I had no doubt that deep down, my mother was a woman of profound emotion and fiery passion.

To me, Mom is the perfect woman in this world.

(That might sound a bit exaggerated, but what else could I say? The words above barely express the intensity of my love for my mother, the woman who gave me life and raised me.

)

Anyway, let's get back to our story.

That night, I was in a daze, everything around me seemed so bright and beautiful.

Everyone in the family was overjoyed to see me.

I tried to revert to the person I was before I left home, but I always felt a little awkward, a bit embarrassed.

I couldn't shake off the breathtaking beauty my mother exuded; I had to constantly remind myself not to let my eyes linger on her.

Several times, I felt Mom sensed my unusual attention, which made her a little shy and embarrassed.

And what happened to me was that I was completely immersed in this intense love for her—I fell in love with my mother.

This was a love more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, more powerful and profound than any emotion I had ever felt. I was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.

That night, I masturbated, and the object of my fantasies was my dear mother.

After ejaculating, I quickly fell into a deep sleep and slept until dawn.

The next day, I managed to control my emotions and try to behave somewhat normally.

My father and sister were both busy, so most of the day was spent alone with my mother.

I tried my best to remain normal, but my longing to be with her was impossible to hide.

My mother accepted my new attitude towards her in a very warm and pleasant way.

We talked about the past, and my mother even told me about her childhood and her teenage years, things she had never told me before.

I helped her with housework and went shopping with her.

When she hinted that I should visit some of my old friends, I boldly told her that she was my oldest and best friend, and that I wanted to be with her.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in my tone that made Mom blush again, and she whispered something, looking a little embarrassed.

Just like that, our relationship truly became more and more like that of a good friend, and no longer simply that of a mother and son.

That evening, Dad and my sister went to bed earlier than Mom and me, so around eleven o'clock, Mom and I had a late-night snack together in the kitchen.

After we finished eating, Mom stood by the water to wash the dishes, and I stood up behind her and put my arm around her.

When Mom turned to face me, I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I have to tell you, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am so proud to have you as my mother."

Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile, reached out, and hooked her arm around my neck.

I took the opportunity to pull Mom into my arms, and Mom looked up at me. I lowered my head and naturally kissed her lips.

For a long time, Mom and I remained in that kiss, letting me slide into a rapid abyss; then, Mom laughed and gently pushed us apart a little. "

Thank you," Mom whispered, "this is the best compliment I've ever received."

I wanted to say more words of praise, but my courage left me.

My mother and I were enveloped in a warm embrace. Then, she said, "It's time to sleep. Goodnight. Thank you for your help today." She quickly kissed me again and went back to her room.

That night, I masturbated again, imagining my hand as my mother's tightly closed vagina. Even after ejaculating, I still couldn't fall asleep.

The embrace and kiss with my mother that night made me very excited. I thought I had made some progress in my relationship with my mother, but where would this fiery desire lead me? My mother is a very proper woman; she would never have the thought of becoming lovers with her son, which is probably what I, as her son, am thinking.

But I know my father isn't a very passionate man. I'm sure that the sex life between my parents has cooled down. And beneath my mother's seemingly calm exterior, I'm sure she still has a strong sexual desire. My mother must be like a smoldering fire right now.

She is so beautiful; her life must be filled with passionate love, and I'm sure she longs for that kind of love, a love as fiery as a flame.

And I, consumed by this fiery love, was beyond control; I had to express this love to her.

The next day, just like the first, I spent most of my time with her. We talked more, and I helped her more.

However, a few times I stopped what I was doing, just looked at her, and said things like, "You're so beautiful." Each time, Mom looked embarrassed, but I could tell these words made her happy.

That night, Mom and I were still the last two to go to bed, and we shared snacks together in the kitchen. When she stood by the sink, I hugged her again. This time, because of what I had done during the day, I could express myself more fluently.

I told Mom how happy I was to be with her, that the three months I had been away from her had shown me how important she was to me, and that although I had always thought she was a very beautiful woman, I had only now truly realized how beautiful she was, to the point that I could never get enough of looking at her.

My mother readily accepted my praise and kisses. She held my neck tightly, and because I'm a bit taller, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach my lips.

While kissing her, my penis was rock hard, pressing against her soft belly because we were so close.

If she didn't realize it, I think it was because she was probably as bewildered as I was by our embrace. I could see that she genuinely loved me and was willing to accept it, and actually enjoyed feeling loved and needed. But on the other hand, this kiss, which seemed inappropriate between mother and son, made her uneasy.

She hadn't fully opened herself up to me, at least not yet.

Even so, we kissed several more times, and then she would initiate the release, say goodnight, and leave.

However, when she let go, she seemed reluctant. Was my passion making me misunderstand? I really hoped she genuinely wanted to stay in my arms and didn't want to leave.

The next day was Saturday. My sister stayed home all day, and Dad came home in the afternoon.

That day, I ran errands for Mom several times, took her to the city to buy daily necessities, and patiently waited for her.

Finally, Mom said to me, "You really spoil me. With you by my side, I'm really not used to it." "

Mom, am I bothering you?" I asked her. "Ah, of course not," Mom said eagerly. "Not at all! This feeling is wonderful. I never expected you to be so understanding. I... ah, I'm so, so happy. Trust me, Mom—I love having you by my side."

She spoke with such certainty, which confirmed my feelings for her and made me incredibly excited and thrilled.

That evening, my sister had a date, and Dad, after watching a TV program, finally went to bed, even though it was very late for me.

But ultimately, Mom and I had another chance to be alone together.

Just like the previous days, Mom and I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. This night, before she even reached the sink, I pulled her into my arms, leaning her against it. "Mom," I breathed heavily, "you're so beautiful. I want to hold you like this, kiss you. This feeling is so wonderful!"

My lips pressed against hers, gently lifting her off the ground, using the sink to support her beautiful body. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my erection pressing against her lower abdomen, her firm breasts pressed against my chest.

Mom let me kiss her. At first, she seemed a little nervous, just keeping her mouth closed as I kissed her. Slowly, she began to respond, opening her lips.

I pressed her firmly against the sink while my hands began to explore her body.

This feeling was truly... ah, but it didn't last long. Finally, Mom struggled to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between us, and forcefully pushed me away.

My mother's face flushed crimson, so beautiful, her breathing rapid.

She whispered, almost as a sigh, "I...I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, but...really, you shouldn't...I'm your mother, not your girlfriend.

But, Mom, I love you more than any other woman. You just...no, a mother and son can't be like this.

Doing this...I...I can't...I'm a little scared.

You're really...really too much for me." My expression was incredibly dejected.

I felt like screaming.

I thought I had achieved my dream, that Mom was my lover, but now, Mom, I'm sorry if you feel I've embarrassed you.

I just couldn't control myself, couldn't control wanting to do this. Do you hate me, Mom?" My mother wrapped her arms around my neck again, pulling me closer. "No, no, ah, actually, Mom is very touched that you wanted to do this for Mom."

She then gently kissed my lips, a light kiss as if to prove her love. "

It's also Mom's fault. I shouldn't have let you...um, let you do so much for Mom. I think...I think."

"I just really wanted that feeling you gave me."

As she said this, I felt her gently nudge me there, then abruptly push me away and turn away.

I stood there, stunned, my thoughts wandering.

What should I do now? What's going on? I have no doubt that Mom actually enjoyed doing what we were just doing, and I'm sure she wanted to continue.

But can Mom really let go completely? Right now, Mom is telling me not to, and if I ignore her warning, will I lose this good mother-son relationship we've built up? That night, I thought about it all, and didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m. The next day

, our family went to church together. When I saw Mom intentionally standing next to me, I felt a little relieved.

Actually, during the service, Mom's buttocks and thighs were pressed tightly against me, keeping me in a state of arousal.

All day, Mom was very attentive and kind to me, but that night, when Dad got up to sleep, she went with him, not with me as usual.

Later that night, I quietly walked past my parents' bedroom and heard them making love. I felt like I had been shot.

The next day, Dad and my sister went upstairs, leaving Mom and me alone again.

Mom and I maintained the good mother-son relationship I had painstakingly built, but the atmosphere was slightly tense than usual.

So, I helped her prepare for the holidays; Thursday was Christmas, and Dad and my sister would have a full five-day holiday starting Wednesday.

Mom and I kept quiet about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.

But when Mom and I sat down for lunch, I looked at her and asked, "Mom, are you really satisfied with your life?"

For a moment, Mom just sat there looking puzzled by my question, finally answering, "Of course. You... what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, Mom," I said cautiously, "Look, Dad works so hard, and... he's so serious, and... you don't go out with him, and... eh, your dad has always been a good husband, I've never blamed him for that."

I knew that; Dad was a good man, very upright, and he didn't have any other women outside.

I was proud to have him as my father, but, Mom, you two seem...

"You two rarely talk, and it seems you don't share any common interests.

I think what you're saying is true. Your dad and I are probably really living our own lives. But you probably don't know, most marriages that last as long as your dad and I have probably ended up like this. But, Mom, I don't think your life should just be like this. I dare say, in the short few days I've been back, we've probably talked more together than you and Dad combined in the three months I was gone." Hearing me say this, Mom laughed, but I could hear a sadness in her smile. I... I don't think I dare say this to you. I think you're probably right.

I wanted to say more, but I was afraid I'd go too far.

So we sat silently for a while. I didn't say anything more, so Mom could think about what I had to say.

Finally, Mom stood up from the table, looked at me, and said softly, "Mom is very grateful that you've been with me these past few days, giving me someone to talk to."

Honestly, feeling needed again excited Mom.

I stood up, wanting to hug her, but Mom raised her arm, shook her head, and said, "No, don't pressure Mom. Give me some time. Mom needs to think about it. All of this is too sudden. Mom isn't ready."

And just like that, Mom and I went back to our old ways, a harmonious mother and son.

But I knew that after this confession, beneath Mom's calm surface, I had ignited her inner longing for love.

A genuine sexual tension had developed between Mom and me.

That night, Mom went to bed early again, but when I quietly passed by, she didn't make love to Dad.

The next morning, as I was helping Mom prepare breakfast, my sister came downstairs. Watching Mom and me busy together, after a while, she said, "Hey, you've really become well-behaved. I thought Mom had found another boyfriend."

I saw Mom's face flush red instantly, so I quickly changed the subject, "Of course! What, are you jealous?" Me? My sister laughed without a second thought, "No way, I have a date tonight!" After Dad and my sister went upstairs, Mom smiled at me and said, "I'm afraid your sister has noticed something's not quite right here. Maybe you can't be as nice to me when she's around!" "

What's wrong?" I asked deliberately. "Can I be nicer to you when your sister isn't around?" Mom seemed a little embarrassed. "That depends on how nice you are to me, Mom. If you agree, I can be very, very nice to you," I said jokingly, glancing at her sideways. "Very nice."

"Oh my god," Mom giggled, "I've touched you again. If this keeps up, I really don't know what to do with you."

I knew very well that soon, Mom and I wouldn't have a chance to be alone together anymore; Dad and my sister's five-day vacation was coming.

But despite my repeated attempts, I couldn't have such a flirtatious conversation with Mom anymore. She always carefully avoided it. But gradually, Mom started to joke about my 'sexual interest' in her, which began to make me feel...

Mom was starting to seem more accepting of my ideas.

Finally, evening arrived, the eve of New Year's Eve. My sister went out on a date, but Dad kept flipping through the newspaper or watching TV; I was worried he wouldn't go to bed that night.

Mom was baking something.

Finally, Dad said goodnight and went upstairs.

I sat in the kitchen watching Mom busy herself, enjoying the heartfelt joy I felt from the graceful curves of her body as she moved.

Every now and then, Mom would glance at me and give me a warm smile.

Finally, Mom cut a slice of cake for both of us, then made us each a chocolate bar, and sat down beside me.

We ate our snacks in silence, often just looking at each other.

Mom looked so adorable when she ate. Ah, no, actually, I love everything about her; I love her, this woman.

After we finished eating, I reached out and took Mom's hand in mine. She immediately squeezed it tightly. For a few minutes, we just held hands like that, and I stared at her beautiful face. She occasionally lifted her head, her bright brown eyes looking at me with a calm but meaningful gaze—at least, that's how it seemed to me. "

Mom," I whispered, "I hope what my sister said this morning is true. I would be very proud if I could really be your boyfriend."

Hearing this, Mom immediately stood up, cleared the plates from in front of us, and put them in the water.

When she turned back, she reached out and gently pulled me up.

What happened next felt like a dream. I only remember that we were embracing again, Mom lying on the sink, and we kissed. Oh God, that was a real kiss! In my remaining lucidity, I felt that Mom had opened herself up to me.

After a while, I picked her up and sat her on the sink. I stood between her legs, holding her warm body tightly.

My mother clasped her hands tightly around my neck, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.

Then, she wrapped her legs around my waist, making us even more intertwined.

The height of the sink meant my taut penis was positioned between her legs, so that my penis was only separated from her vagina by our clothes.

We opened our mouths, letting our tongues tease each other. "Ah, Mom," I couldn't help but cry out, my penis throbbing against her most private and precious place.

My mother was ready, I knew she was ready.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car door closing; my sister must be back from her date.

My God, why did she have to come back at this time? Why didn't that bastard take her somewhere else and keep her a little longer?

My mother quickly jumped off the sink, grabbed a tissue, and used it to wipe the lipstick stains left from our passionate kiss. I wiped mine too, to make her look more natural.

"You'd better sit down first," Mom whispered, staring at the bulge in my crotch, warning me that anyone could see it at a glance.

A while later, my younger sister came into the kitchen, looking excited. It seemed her date went well. "How was the date?" I asked her

, winking. "How was it?!" she drawled. "I'm not telling you!"

We both laughed. Mom made her a cake and a cup of chocolate. My sister, still excited about the date, sat there, chatting endlessly. Finally, Mom got up, said goodnight, and left.

I was furious. Such a great opportunity had slipped away. I wondered when I'd have another chance like this.

Soon after Mom left, my sister, having lost her excitement, also went to rest.

I felt helpless. I went into the living room and sat on the sofa. The only light in the living room was from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow through the window.

If Mom and I had gone earlier, or if Mom had given me a chance during the day, we would have had several hours to spend together.

Now, Mom has gone to sleep. If she thinks about it carefully before she sleeps, if she changes her mind again, then I might never have another chance like this. If that happens, I really don't know how I'll go on.

Just then, I suddenly heard a slight creaking sound from the floor, followed by a rustling sound.

My heart almost stopped beating.

It was Mom, her petite and beautiful figure standing at the top of the stairs.

I was stunned, sitting dumbfounded on the sofa watching Mom gently walk towards me and sit beside me.

Then I hugged her tightly again, pulling her soft, delicate body into my arms once more. Mom was wearing a wool robe, and I wanted to know what she was wearing underneath.

Mom's robe was only loosely tied, slightly open. I tentatively reached my hand inside, and ah, I touched Mom's bare skin! My hands filled my mother's smooth, soft breasts, feeling her nipples hard against my hands. As I couldn't help but knead her breasts, my mother let out a sweet moan and brought her lips closer to mine. My mother's breasts felt wonderful. I had kneaded other girls' breasts before, some larger than my mother's, but my mother's breasts still felt the best in my hands. I pulled away from my mother's kiss and moved my mouth down until I took her nipple into my mouth.

My mother reached out and cupped my head from behind, twisting her body, her robe opening even wider.

I loosened the knot in her robe, and it slid open easily to the sides. I slowly opened it completely, and for the first time, my mother's perfect body was fully revealed before me. The light coming through the window wasn't very bright, but it was enough for me to see this fair and beautiful body clearly. My mother's breasts were round and firm, protruding from her chest. Her thighs flowed like water down to her ankles, revealing an alluring curve to her hips, a perfectly positioned navel, and a slightly protruding abdomen—everything was perfect, full of feminine charm.

Between my mother's perfect thighs was a delicate 'V'-shaped patch of soft pubic hair, and to me, the most precious place in the world was hidden beneath this lush pubic hair.

Ah, my mother's body before me was even more perfect than I had imagined. My previous fantasies had never given me the shock that my mother's real body brought.

My hands slid over my mother's soft thighs and firm abdomen.

Let my fingers run through the soft pubic hair on her beautiful, rounded mons pubis. Mom opened her thighs, and my hand landed on her warm, moist vulva. Instantly, I felt as if I were in heaven. Nothing could compare to the pleasure I felt at that moment. The girls I had dated before paled in comparison to this beautiful mother before me. Oh, Mom, Mom, I couldn't even believe it was real.

Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Take off your clothes quickly. Mom wants you, Mom wants you." I frantically took off my clothes with Mom's help, until I was completely naked like her. Mom lay back and pulled me onto her. She put one leg on the back of the sofa and the other on the floor, spreading her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming flower.

Mom reached out her small hand and grasped mine, exclaiming, "My God, yours is so big!"

The sheer size didn't deter Mom. She pulled it between her open legs, gently parted her lips with her other hand, and placed it at the entrance of her love.

I kept watching, because Mom was rather petite, and her vagina might be very tight.

I gently lifted my hips and slowly and gently pushed into Mom's narrow, wet vagina.

Mom was already very wet; otherwise, I doubted my enormous penis could even fit into her tightness. I suppressed the urge to thrust myself into Mom's body and continued my slow, inward and outward movements.

Little by little, I pushed myself all the way into Mom's body until my pubic hair intertwined with hers, and my testicles pressed against Mom's buttocks.

I think I had reached Mom's limit; if it were even a little longer, it wouldn't be able to go any further. Mom was completely filled; for her, it was just right.

After I was fully inside Mom's body, I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my entire penis being tightly embraced by Mom's warm, slippery vagina.

As my enormous penis slowly penetrated my mother's tender and juicy love, she moaned softly from time to time, yet still twisted her lower body to welcome my intrusion.

Perhaps because my penis was so large, invading her virgin territory that had never been touched before, my mother's moans sounded somewhat painful, but even so, it was clear that Mom wanted it; she wanted me to enter the deepest part of her body.

So, when I had reached the limit of her physical capacity, and paused briefly, my mother's whole body trembled with excitement, and I heard her soft whispers in my ears, "Ah, ah, this is too unbelievable, we finally, finally did it, ah, ah," her whispers mixed with intermittent moans of pain. "

Mom, are you alright?" I asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you?"

"Ah, no, no, you feel so good inside me, so full, so wonderful."

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. She eagerly extended her tongue, simultaneously lifting her lower body towards me.

I knew this was her signal, telling me she was ready, so I began to move inside her.

Gently and slowly, I withdrew my slightly stinging penis from her tightness, then gently inserted it again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's insides become slipperier, yet she still gave me a tight, virginal feeling. As I penetrated her, my mother began to lift her hips in response to my thrusts.

She let me sink her hips deep into the sofa cushions, and when I pulled back, the cushions would bounce back to meet my movements.

I began to play with my mother's smooth, full breasts, constantly thrusting into her, kissing her, squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples.

My mother's hands excitedly slid quickly across my back, sometimes sliding down to my buttocks.

My God, to be able to insert myself into my dear mother's tense yet tender vagina, to be able to tease and play with my mother's tongue, to be able to freely caress my mother's soft and beautiful body while feeling the pleasure brought by my mother's hands stroking my back—could there be anything more intoxicating than this? I would never believe it.

Soft moans escaped from my mother's lips and throat, sometimes sounding like weeping, expressing her physical and emotional pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out, gently releasing those joyful notes into my mother's mouth as we kissed. My

mother now began to lift her fragrant buttocks more vigorously to meet my thrusting movements. I knew she wanted it to be faster, and that was exactly what I wanted. I began to penetrate her love faster and more fiercely, as if I were on fire, vigorously cultivating my mother's body. I had never felt so comfortable, so excited. Even

now, as I write this, I can still fully experience the feeling of that day.

My mother was about to reach her climax. She began to involuntarily and violently sway her hips, her fragrant tongue rapidly moving in and out of my mouth. Her moans became rapid and discontinuous, eventually becoming a moan that seemed to come only when being penetrated.

By this time, Mom's hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, each thrust pulling me deeper into her body. Then she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her now incredibly juicy flesh even more deeply and forcefully. I slid my hands onto her plump buttocks, so that with each powerful thrust I could reach even deeper into her body. I began to move more violently, each stroke harder and deeper, my hot weapon piercing Mom's trembling lower body, overflowing with love juice.

I marveled at how such a delicate woman like Mom could withstand such intense impact.

Mom's body, under my frenzied movements, was like a small boat in a stormy sea, yet her actions still told me she wanted my love to be faster and more intense.

At this moment, we were like machines operating at super-efficiency, specially designed for making love. Our rhythms were perfectly synchronized, we were well-lubricated, and we were in perfect harmony, rising and falling, one going in and the other out. I don't know how I managed to hold on for so long. In fact, ever since I entered my mother's magical lower body, I had been on the verge of climax every second. And now I couldn't hold back any longer. But I tensed my muscles with all my might. No, not yet. Mom hasn't come yet. I want to make this the best time of Mom's life. Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it's here. Mom has come too.

I thrust in very, very deep, my mother's buttocks sinking deep into the sofa cushions. Then, as she bounced back, it nearly lifted us both into the air. Each deep thrust was accompanied by a muffled, animalistic groan from my throat, while my mother's moans mingled with them. Our mouths remained pressed together, our breaths rapid and shallow, our faces wet with sweat and saliva. Now, my mother and I were like two pure beasts, entwined with all the wildness in our bodies, inseparable for a moment.

Finally, my mother let out a hissing sound as if struggling, her beautiful body suddenly straightening, her back arching like a beautiful bow, her shapely buttocks entwined with my lower body in the air.

My mother's whole body convulsed violently; I felt her flesh gripping me tightly, like the movement of someone sobbing. Ah, my mother was coming, and I finally relaxed my tense muscles.

As I began to feel the urge to ejaculate inside my mother, experiencing that unparalleled radiant sensation, I finally roared, thrusting my lower body deep into my mother's trembling depths, releasing wave after wave of love for her into her core. Waves

of ecstasy began to ripple through my entire body, a pleasure and sensation I had never felt before, and all of this, when I sensed that my mother's orgasm was as intense as mine, propelled me to even greater heights.

As if under a spell, my mother and I embraced, sharing this thrilling pleasure, for what felt like an eternity—a very, very long, indescribably blissful time.

Finally, my mother let out a long, satisfied sigh, her taut body sinking back into the sofa.

I, too, descended from that peak, letting my weary body lie on top of my mother, allowing my breathing to slow down.

After a while, I suddenly realized that my entire weight was pressing down on my mother, so I adjusted my position to allow her some rest, but I was careful to keep my lower body still joined to hers.

For a long time, Mom and I didn't speak. This experience with her left us both with an indescribable feeling of gratitude.

My heart soared with joy and pride.

To have my semen, my seed, sown so deeply within Mom's willing genitals filled me with a sense of pride.

Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil within Mom that nurtured my life, and now, this fertile soil was filled and nourished by my semen, my seed of life… This thought suddenly struck me.

Finally, Mom opened her beautiful eyes, gazing at me with deep affection. She smiled, radiating the happiness she felt after making love with the one she loved in Shenzhen. "Oh, I love you," Mom's voice became a little hoarse. "I've never felt so good before. God, it's true. Me too, Mom," I said. "I never knew I could be so happy. I love you so much, Mom. You are my best lover. I've heard that size doesn't make a big difference, but…" Mom whispered, "But… yours… thank you, thank you for making me feel so good."

"Mom, your happiness is mine too," I kissed my mother passionately. "

Ah, no, it's not just because of this long time..." Mom chuckled softly. "If you think Mom just wants to enjoy sexual pleasure, you're wrong."

Mom cupped my face in her hands, gazing at me, her large brown eyes shimmering with love. "Yes, Mom's good child, Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

Mom's true feelings for me immediately excited me again. My lower body tensed up, throbbing in Mom's wetness, quickly becoming as hard as it had been at the beginning. "Ah, my God," Mom exclaimed with a smile, "it's moving again! Of course, look at the temptation before it! The most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world!"

Mom and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other. After a while, my restless penis began to move in and out of Mom's body again.

This time, I thrust into Mom slowly and gently. The living room was filled with a sensual, decadent beauty, the kisses and caresses expressing the tenderness between mother and son.

Gradually, the gentle flame ignited again, and my mother and I once again reached the peak of sensual pleasure during our intense lovemaking.

When my mother and I finally returned from the paradise of pleasure and were about to reconnect with each other, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Although most of our love fluid was stuck to my mother's robe and a lot was still on the sofa, my mother and I cleaned it up together. I accompanied my mother to her bedroom door, and one last time I caressed my mother's breasts and her buttocks, gently giving her a kiss. My mother's hand quickly and heavily squeezed mine.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and everyone in the family was very happy, even my usually serious father.

But the happiest person was my mother. She was completely immersed in a joy that felt like rebirth. I had never seen her so happy, which made me very happy, because I knew that it was because the emptiness my mother had felt for many years had been filled again by my semen the night before.

Several times that day, when Mom and I had a chance to be alone, we secretly kissed passionately, caressing each other and indulging in this forbidden pleasure.

I was very careful to hide my erection from Dad and my sister.

Because it was a holiday, Dad had a few too many drinks that night and went to bed early.

My sister was going to a party with her boyfriend to welcome the New Year, so Mom and I decided to go to church together.

Even though we had an incestuous relationship, which is one of the worst sins in the Bible, it sounded a little strange that we went to the ceremony together.

However, I feel I should thank God because I believe He sent my mother to me. On the way there with my mother, we talked about this for a while, and I realized that she shared the same thoughts as me.

I only learned about my mother's actual feelings about our relationship later.

Now it might sound like she's looking for an excuse for what has already happened, trying to balance the guilt and unease in her heart.

But I swear, my mother and I both believe that we still do, and from the bottom of our hearts, that our extraordinary mother-son love, including our sexual relationship, is sacred, a precious gift from God.

My mother told me this: "When I first noticed your attitude towards me that went beyond the normal mother-son relationship, and when I found that your attitude excited me, I thought a lot, very deeply.

Finally, I came to this idea: God gave humanity sex not only for reproduction, but also as a gift of pleasure.

So that when we express our feelings of love, we can fully enjoy the pleasure that sex brings."

If I love someone more than anyone else, like I love you, then I can find no other way to express this deep affection except by willingly offering you my body.

I know you want to make love to me, and you know that will give it to you.

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