Mom's budding chrysanthemums

Just past ten o'clock, I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. Peering out of the study, I saw a middle-aged woman in an elegant evening gown bending down to take off her high-heeled sandals. She didn't immediately slip her fair, delicate feet into the sandals; instead, she gently massaged her toes with one hand, her rounded, alluring buttocks completely under my gaze.

Ah! Mom's back… I laughed and rushed forward, lifting her soft body off the ground and spinning her around. "

Hey! You rascal, put Mom down right now!"

How could I bear to hold this soft, alluring body in my arms? I simply pulled the beautiful woman onto the sofa and kissed her deeply. Wait, didn't the invitation say it was until 11:00? Why are you back so soon? Did you miss me?

My mother rolled her eyes at me, sat on my lap, and slipped her earrings and necklace onto the coffee table. "Ugh… I'm exhausted. Standing for almost three hours, Mom couldn't take it anymore. Now I understand how tiring being a hostess is." My mother's soft body curled up in my arms, pouting, looking unhappy.

Although the annual entrepreneurs' gathering is just a formality, it wasn't as boring as my mother described. I know women her age are just talkative, always finding an excuse to ramble on and on.

Fortunately, I've gotten used to her nagging, perhaps thanks to her midlife resurgence. Every time we're in bed, she gives me an indescribable satisfaction, which makes me less annoyed by her talkative tongue. Besides…

her skillful tongue is incredibly adept at licking my penis. Of course, my father wasn't so lucky. He chose to find another woman who didn't talk much and always silently supported her husband's career to rebuild their family.

The tablecloths on the buffet table weren't ironed at all... The food was mediocre, to say the least, and there was only one brand of mineral water in the entire venue... And... the sound system was terrible; I couldn't hear many of the speakers at all... The atmosphere was chaotic everywhere. I really don't know what's so great about this kind of social gathering? ...After the dance started, I danced two songs and finally had a legitimate excuse to escape...

Wait... Did any of the other men take advantage of you while you were dancing...? Seeing that my mother was about to continue her rant, I suddenly seized an opportunity to interrupt her speech.

No... Of course not... Do you think everyone is like you, a lecherous wolf, even thinking about an old woman like me...? My mother sat on my lap, removed her makeup, put her hands behind her head, and looked at me with a smile. My tone just now deliberately sounded jealous, which made my mother very pleased.

Actually, I completely believe that in that situation, facing guests who are also private business owners, even the most audacious person wouldn't dare do anything unbecoming of their status. My insistence that someone was taking advantage of my mother was just a ruse to shut her up and prevent her from continuing her nagging.

I told her to stop explaining; the more you explain, the worse it gets. With a figure like mys, wouldn't anyone have designs on me? Hehe, let me check... With a wicked laugh, I easily pulled my mother's petite and delicate body into my arms and strode into our shared bedroom...

Oh... baby... Mommy's darling... how come you're so... ah... so amazing today...

I wanted to be gentler, but the beautiful young woman beneath me always managed to enter an intoxicating state before I did. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs tightly gripped my waist, helping my lower abdomen to thrust more forcefully into her vulva. Her alluring flower bud, like tiny hands, constantly gripped and released my glans... Deeply inserting my genitals into my own mother's body was always so sensual and stimulating; how many people in the world could resist such temptation?

"Waaah..." Mom sobbed softly, her voice low. Unbelievably, she'd come again... But I wasn't much better off; I didn't last long before releasing my pent-up energy into her body.

After her orgasm, Mom was always so gentle and alluring, her cheeks flushed with a girlish shyness. She nestled against my chest, her warm lips enveloping my penis, licking away the remaining fluids, her beautiful eyes so captivated by my member... "

Tell Mom, is something bothering you?" After resting for a while, Mom's still-hot, sexy body nestled tightly in my arms.

"No, everything's the same, nothing's wrong."

"Liar, Mom knows you're like this. In bed, it's really hard for a man to deceive a woman, especially a mother who has lived with me since birth. She knows her son's characteristics well and has a wealth of sexual experience."

Before I was one year old, I suckled her breasts all day long; before I was five, her slender fingers often pulled back my foreskin to clean away grime; at 17, her naked body was frequently manipulated into various lewd positions in my erotic dreams; at 19, my mature penis frequently ejaculated under her skillful manipulation; that same year, her warm, moist mouth became the place where I released my pent-up energy; now at 20, we sleep in each other's arms all night.

My mother is so familiar with my body and mind that countless nights she can accurately catch my penis with a simple turn, never missing. She could deduce whether I was experiencing extreme pleasure simply from the hardness of my penis inside her and the frequency of my thrusts. Faced with a woman who knew me so well, how could I possibly hide anything from her?

With a soft sigh, I had no choice but to tell her the truth. My company, affiliated with a design institute, recently had an opportunity for an overseas study trip. With less than a year of experience, I was naturally excluded. For the sake of balance, I was given a task: to participate in a design competition openly solicited by a certain exhibition hall. It would last a month, during which I wouldn't have to report to the company and could work on designs in quiet places—essentially a month-long vacation.

This naturally caused me great dissatisfaction, but there was nothing I could do. State-owned companies are always seniority-based, and for someone like me, a junior employee, it would take twenty or thirty years to get ahead. I think it's great, I'll just treat it as a vacation! Obviously, my mother doesn't understand the mentality of a young person just entering the workforce who wants to succeed. I'm too lazy to explain to her; it's useless anyway. "

How about... I call your father and see if I can pull some strings and get you this training opportunity?"

I was startled and quickly stopped her. To be honest, even though my parents are divorced, no matter what, I still managed to get my father's ex-girlfriends into bed, using all sorts of tricks that even my father probably never used to take advantage of my mother's body. For this reason, I haven't dared to visit my father for a long time; I always feel guilty towards him.

Actually, there's another reason: the director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture has a stunningly beautiful daughter, and many boys consider it an honor to pursue her. I was lucky enough to have a relationship with her once, but we broke up. She probably looked down on me because I was just an ordinary designer, not very promising! If Dad really has to go to this event, he'll definitely have to find the director of the Bureau of Culture, who is also her father. I can't bear the embarrassment of being ridiculed by her again.

No, I should just be honest and work hard to design a good piece; maybe I'll win a big prize. How about Mom and I find a beautiful, secluded place to live for a month?

Ah? That's a good idea, but Mom's beauty salon is always busy. A month? I wonder what I'll look like when I get back? Hehe…

I chuckled and reached out to touch my mother's smooth, satin-like skin. She's probably worried that staying away for a month won't allow her to maintain her flawless complexion. It's funny, she wasn't so concerned when she was with Dad, but now she's afraid her appearance won't be perfect in front of me. Such a beautiful mother is truly rare.

Hmm… going is fine, but… don't go too far. How about Mom's hometown? Your grandpa still has an empty ancestral house there.

Great! I haven't been back to my hometown for almost ten years! What a pity! Why do Grandpa and Grandma want to go abroad? The environment back home is so nice…

Your grandma won't be used to it, you know her temper, who in the family dares to disobey her?

That's true, Mom and Grandma are quite alike, both stubborn. I wanted to try from behind, but Mom insisted on lying on her back; I wanted to try from the front, but she stuck her bottom out. Hehe! Like mother, like daughter...

Before I could finish speaking, my mother immediately launched into a flurry of punches and kicks at me, her face a mixture of shame and anger. Exhausted, she nestled against my chest, panting, her maternal scent filling my nostrils.

Soon, I found my penis hard as iron again. When I inserted my hard penis into my mother's vagina, she was unusually gentle, perhaps influenced by the joke we'd just shared. This time, no matter what I tried, my mother cooperated perfectly, posing her body in various lewd positions to guide my penis deep inside. For a long time, the room was filled with my mother's ecstatic moans…

When our feet touched this ground, both my mother and I were uncontrollably filled with excitement. Although I wasn't born here, my mother stayed until I was 16. Later, she met her Prince Charming at a university in the provincial capital, married him after graduation, stayed to work in the provincial capital, had me, then divorced... and then gave herself to me...

Transportation here isn't very developed, and the villagers' lives are rather monotonous. It's rare to see guests, especially since my maternal grandfather's ancestors were a prominent family in the village. After we returned, word spread like wildfire, and the courtyard immediately became bustling with people trying to establish kinship, offering endless greetings and inquiries.

It eventually escalated into a grand welcome banquet, with neighbors showing exceptional enthusiasm. Many housewives rolled up their sleeves and headed to the kitchen, setting up over ten tables in the courtyard.

My mother naturally became the focus of the banquet, partly because she was a guest visiting her parents' home, and partly because of her beauty. Moreover…

my mother's beige top had a low-cut V-neck, revealing her prominent, beautiful collarbones and two full, high breasts. Her black pencil skirt had slits about a hand's length on both sides, revealing a pair of fair, smooth, beautiful legs. A pair of stylish, well-fitting, off-white lace-up sandals peeked out from her ten glistening, delicate toes. The straps wrapped around her sexy ankles, and the seven-inch stiletto heels accentuated the rounded, full shape of her heels. In this

affluent yet relatively remote mountain village, seeing such bright spots was a rare treat.

Everyone in the village, young and old, drank alcohol, and all of them were heavy drinkers. I really disliked this chaotic scene, but my mother seemed particularly excited today; after all, she was meeting many friends she hadn't seen in over a decade, which was understandable. I greeted this person, chatted with that close friend, and then found a secluded corner to sit down, watching my mother flit about like a social butterfly.

That woman! She used to be the phoenix that flew away from our village, and hasn't returned for many years.

Oh! No wonder, look at her, she's probably older than you and me, but her skin is so radiant, and her figure is simply amazing. Especially that big, round bottom, she must be incredibly voluptuous and sexy in bed. Tomorrow I'll tell my husband to go to the city and see for himself.

I'm afraid my brother will be spending every night with such a sexy woman, busy until the moon hasn't even risen above the trees, hehe.

To be able to hold such a beauty in bed, even dying a few years earlier would be worth it... Tsk tsk...

Two villagers at the next table whispered and pointed at my mother, making lewd remarks. I could even hear them swallowing hard, though their voices were low. I should have been unhappy that people were talking about my mother like that, but I was actually quite happy. Look, anyone would be tempted by a beauty like my mother. So... it's understandable that I couldn't resist and seduced her.

The banquet lasted until about 8:00 PM before it ended, and my mother got up to see the guests off one by one. I gave the two villagers who had been fantasizing about my mother a careful look. They lingered, stealing glances at her beautiful legs peeking out from under her skirt, swallowing hard. A surge of smugness filled me; such an alluring woman was beyond their wildest dreams. As for me, once we were alone, I would use my favorite position to thrust into her until she was overflowing with desire, moaning softly. What a wonderful blessing!

Starting the next day, my mother and I spent our days wandering in the countryside. I drew countless sketches, but inspiration for a design just wouldn't come. Usually, in the evenings, hospitable villagers would treat us to dinner, so we didn't even have to cook. When visiting these villagers' homes, I paid special attention to their old bottles and jars, which gave me a lot of inspiration. However, more than ten days have passed, and I still don't know what I want to design.

"Honey, is progressing badly? You seem a bit listless these past few days," my mother asked me as we walked hand in hand to a stream. "

Yes! I've made quite a few sketches, but I feel they lack a certain spark.

The imitation is too obvious, and I'm not satisfied with any of them." This exhibition, ostensibly an art competition, is actually a publicity stunt for a manufacturing factory. They cleverly limit the submissions to ceramics, glass, and plastics, emphasizing practicality. In other words, you can't design something purely for decoration, like a Bodhisattva or a ruyi scepter! You can only gravitate towards ashtrays, tea sets, and vases. Because that factory makes those kinds of things.

Sigh! It's a pity Mom doesn't understand art and can't really help. Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek, her eyes full of tenderness.

I smiled at her: "Don't rush, haven't you collected a lot of materials? You'll get creative.

" "Yes, yes!" Why not put work aside for a while and enjoy nature? Look how cool the water is…

Mom sat on a rock, her skirt lifted high, revealing two round, snow-white calves. Her sexy toes dipped into the stream, playfully kicking the water out of the water every now and then, creating a splash. Her shapely legs showed no excess fat; thin, smooth skin covered her muscles, and the bluish veins were faintly visible—an indescribable sensuality. I think my first ejaculation in front of Mom was on those delicate, beautifully arched feet, wasn't it?

Mom was right, haste makes waste. Thinking about design drawings all day is exhausting! Our sex life has been rather uneventful these past two days. Hmm! I don't think I've ever tried outdoor sex with the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket. I went over and hugged my mother's back, slipping my fingers inside her collar to gently pinch her nipple.

It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being seen? My mother flicked my hand.

Who would come here? Blame it on my mother being too alluring; I want to be inside her body all the time, hehe! My mother wanted to say something, but I silenced her with my lips, gently drawing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva. My hands kneaded my mother's breasts, shaping them into various forms; I could feel her nipples hardening and protruding even through her clothes. Needless to say, she was wet down there.

"Mom, do you want me?"

"...No...

then...why is it all wet..." I pulled down my mother's underwear and asked her. For some reason, I sometimes find it particularly stimulating to say things that trample on a mother's dignity. My mother clenched her fists and slapped my chest hard a few times, her face radiating a thousand charms.

Her skirt today was short and loose, the fabric soft, easily lifted to her wasp waist. I suckled on my mother's breast, pulling her warm little hand to grasp my already swollen penis. My mother's hands trembled, yet were exceptionally gentle, like caressing a priceless jewel. She gently stroked my foreskin, her soft fingers gliding over the glans, evenly smearing the small amount of secretion from the urethral opening onto it.

Her skill was extraordinary; the bulging veins of my penis throbbed slowly in her small hands. A mother, in the wild, using her hand to caress her own son's genitals, so delicately and passionately—the scene was incredibly stimulating. My emotions surged rapidly. I abruptly pushed my mother against a tree, lifted her full, long left leg, and frantically thrust my penis into her.

...Ah...be careful someone sees us! The immense force made Mom lose her balance, and she quickly stood on tiptoe to absorb some of my momentum. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her face burning hot against my cheek.

It's alright… let them see, let them see but not be able to have, haha. My glans entered her vagina and began to move wildly, the burning heat of her vagina providing me with a continuous surge of power. Mom's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis, and with each powerful thrust, her labia opened and closed, drawing out countless drops of viscous vaginal fluid.

Aww… Ah… No shame, no guilt, only raw, primal pleasure in the orchard.

Making love in this environment for the first time clearly gave Mom a unique kind of stimulation, her beautiful hair flying wildly. She forcefully contracted her pelvis, trying to make her vagina as narrow and tight as possible, as if she wanted to suck my penis into her belly. This was a trick she often used to please me. Mom knew very well that her vagina could never be as tender as a young girl's; only with skill could she conquer her naughty son in the prime of his youth.

My penis thrust up and down inside her vagina, and Mom cleverly adjusted her stance by standing on tiptoe, allowing me to penetrate deeper and unite more tightly with her vagina. I was incredibly excited, and my mother's expression of pleasure was no less than mine. Sex outdoors is definitely different from indoors; it easily makes one become unrestrained and wild.

After a long while, we were both exhausted. I took a breath and lifted my mother's other white thigh. My mother was truly a natural sex stunner; she immediately understood and tightly wrapped her thighs around my waist, unwilling to leave my penis for a moment. I carried her white, plump buttocks, thrusting as I walked, until we reached a patch of weeds. I laid my mother down on the ground, spread her legs, and thrust heavily into her cunt.

Ah…uh…don't stop, be good…Mom's delicate feet pounded against my chest, her hands scratching my arms, leaving bloody welts. The relentless, brutal thrusting made my glans throb with a dull ache. Mom's vaginal fluids soaked the pubic hair beneath her buttocks; perhaps next year when I return, I'll find that this patch of hair, nourished by Mom's vaginal secretions, grows exceptionally lush.

Taking advantage of a shift in position, I stripped Mom naked. Her shapely body appeared even whiter and smoother against the soft, green pubic hair. Mom, give me your buttocks, quick! My libido was incredibly high today. I knelt behind my mother, embracing her plump buttocks, and began to thrust wildly. Before I got my hands on my mother, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the dead of night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring buttocks she had—snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a rounded, full shape. A tuft of

pubic hair was faintly visible in the cleft between her buttocks, and her labia would sometimes fold out and sometimes sink in with each thrust of my penis. At the very top of her buttocks, most prominently, was a beautiful, vortex-shaped opening. The brown opening extended outwards with dense wrinkles, much like a budding chrysanthemum. My fingers slipped inside her flower, immediately eliciting a shudder and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.

My fingers, coated in her vaginal fluid, gently rubbed inside her anus. "Ah! No…" My mother turned her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and terror. I couldn't stand that look; it only fueled my desire to conquer.

Although my mother's body was completely mine, only her small anus was mine to open, and it could only ever belong to me. This thought gave me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I anally penetrated her. "

Mom, your ass is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time." My mother wiggled her sexy buttocks, but my fingers remained inside her flower. My mother shook her head slightly, bending forward and raising her buttocks even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.

My mother rarely ate oily food; her staple diet consisted mainly of fruits and vegetables. This not only kept her skin well-hydrated, making it particularly delicate and smooth, but also allowed her rectum to absorb a large amount of fibrous tissue, making it neither dry nor dry, and the feeling of it tightly enveloping my penis was like ascending to heaven.

Soon, my mother's anus gradually became accustomed to the foreign object, and I took the opportunity to insert another finger to continue dilating her anus. The anal muscles contracted and relaxed rhythmically, and the tender rectal walls unconsciously squeezed my finger.

It took a long time for my intestines to accept the foreign object before I pressed my eager penis against my mother's anus, gripped her smooth, wasp waist, and held her round, full buttocks firmly. I gently inserted my penis into her tight, narrow, and exceptionally tender anus.

Ahh… my mother cried out loudly from the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the pleasure of her narrow intestines tightly gripping my glans made me unable to let go. My mother's upper body arched up like a fully drawn bow due to the sudden, sharp pain, and her buttocks rose even higher, accompanied by constant trembling.

My penis remained inside my mother's anus, moving in and out slightly to allow her time to adjust. Then, with a gentle thrust of my hips, I fully penetrated her. My mother let out another moan, and once the sound subsided, I began to thrust. In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the grass, a young man behind her pounding her snow-white buttocks. This lustful couple was, in fact, mother and son. This sight aroused my lust, and I pounded my mother's beautiful buttocks harder and harder.

She was almost 40, yet her buttocks were still so firm, so elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Their curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sensual, like a crescent moon filling one with power. Panting heavily, I frantically ravaged my mother's ass, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and all I could see was my mother's dazzling, white, pert buttocks.

Ah… I found it, I found it, hahahaha! A burst of wild laughter followed, and I vaguely felt my mother turn her head, her eyes filled with surprise and fear. After searching

high and low, wasn't my mother's uniquely beautiful buttocks the most captivating work of art? Look at its shape, simply exquisite and flawless. Not only did it bring endless pleasure to my lower body, but it also drove my visual nerves into a state of frenzy. Such beautiful buttocks, now raised high in the most sexy, most lewd position, are offered to be ravaged by her own son. Perhaps there is no combination of mother and son incest more intoxicating in the world.

Ah! Mother is truly great! I can no longer control my thoughts; my brain is surging with heat, my body brimming with inexhaustible strength, and I hear my mother's increasingly desperate screams. My

mother's writhing buttocks swirl endlessly in my mind. I think of nothing but maximizing the pleasure I want to satisfy my bestial desires by playing with those snow-white, plump buttocks before me. I mechanically and frantically thrust into my mother, making her arch back and forth, her cries echoing through the heavens. After a long while, I felt my penis erupt in fury, my vas deferens shuddered, and semen gushed from my urethra, shooting every last drop into my mother's intestines.

Then, I embraced my mother's smooth, bare back, and we both fell into the grass...

My consciousness slowly returned to my brain, and my first reaction was that the flesh beneath my chest was limp and powerless, completely collapsed on the ground. I was startled and quickly got up, only to find that my mother's eyes were swollen from crying, her beautiful hair was damp and covered in sweat, and her buttocks were already bruised and red from where I had bumped her.

My beautiful little anus, rubbed and penetrated by a thick, hard penis for so long, was still not closed. The anus opened and closed slightly with each breath, squeezing out milky white semen mixed with a trace of blood from my rectum.

"Mom…I'm sorry…I was…too rough…" I quickly apologized, my

words tumbling out incoherently. Many people say that artists are half-mad, and now I have every reason to believe that. Just now, I only happened to glimpse a corner of art and became completely obsessed, reaching a state of self-forgetfulness. Look at the state I've put my mother in.

For the rest of the night, I used every sweet word I could think of to apologize to my mother, and what did she do? She kept sobbing, constantly blaming me for not caring about her at all. My mom is always talkative, but tonight I absolutely dared not complain and obediently listened to her nagging.

Only when she was tired of scolding did she ask what I had found. I told her everything: at that moment, I realized her figure was the most perfect work of art, and I was going to design a "general's jar" based on her incomparably beautiful buttocks.

"Embarrassing, don't be silly... I won't allow you to use your mom's... for any design competition... Waaah..." After hearing my design plan, my mom blushed deeply and gave me another good scolding. However… her tone was completely out of character for her age; it sounded more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl coaxing her lover. I breathed a long sigh of relief; it seemed my mother would forgive me…

The next morning, my mother felt a burning pain in her anus after walking only a few steps. She limped around, too afraid to sit on a stool without a cushion. She gave me another dressing down while eating breakfast. I listened to my mother's endless nagging all day long, not daring to utter a sound.

This went on for two days. Seeing that I endured her scolding without offering any explanation and even trying to please her, my mother's love finally overcame her anger, and she forgave me. Although she forgave me, she punished me by forbidding me from touching her for a week. However, that night, as I lay on her body, caressing her ample breasts with unusual tenderness, my mother, in the prime of her sexual desire, forcefully pressed my head down towards her genitals.

I used all my strength to make her clitoris engorged and erect with my tongue, and my mother's legs spread wide, wrapping tightly around my neck like tree roots, her delicate feet rubbing incessantly against my back. Amidst the shouts and curses of her little pervert and naughty son, her vaginal fluids gushed forth. At this moment, the pleasure of sex completely overwhelmed the shame of the agony her buttocks had endured two days prior…

Move your buttocks a little closer to me… Yes! Mommy is great!

Are you done yet? It's been over ten minutes.

Didn't Mommy used to play with me in this position for a long time? Why can't you last even ten minutes now?

You… if you keep being so lewd, Mommy will never be your lewd model again…

Ah? No, I won't say anything more, Mommy, just a little longer, it'll be over soon.

For several days in a row, I transformed my mother's round and alluring buttocks into various captivating lines from different angles and distances, then used my rich imagination to transform them into design sketches. The drawing paper I brought was almost used up, yet I continued to draw inspiration from my mother's figure.

Several times, I had to stop drawing, take out my swollen penis, and thrust it back and forth into my mother's vagina. Usually, my mother would be lying on the bed reading a book, her plump buttocks protruding for me to copy, always caught off guard by these sudden attacks.

The world's most alluring and sensual buttocks were captured in various poses on paper. I collected these materials on my laptop and designed a Qing Dynasty-style general's jar using 3D drawing software. Since my mother indirectly participated in the design, she also showed great interest. She sat beside me enthusiastically watching me work, occasionally pointing and offering suggestions based on her innate female aesthetic sense, and surprisingly, she even came up with quite a few good ideas.

A general's jar is a type of container, quite popular in the Qing Dynasty, mostly made of blue and white porcelain; those circulating in the market today are basically Qing Dynasty products.

Really? What do modern people use them to hold? Sugar, flour?

Hahaha! A jar incorporating the curves of my mother's beautiful buttocks to hold these things? That's incredibly naive, hahahaha! Before the laughter subsided, it earned me a beating from my mother. But her wide-eyed, hands-on-hips pose sparked a wild idea: Wait, I've been struggling to decide on the shape of the handle for this jar lid, and now I've got it!

What is it? Tell me! A woman's curiosity is always particularly strong, and she immediately showed excitement. "

Mom, quick, let me see your alluring chrysanthemum bud…

no, I'm so embarrassed…" Though hesitant, she still lifted her skirt, letting me lie between her legs for a good look. If… we slightly modified Mom's exceptionally delicate stamen, wouldn't it be perfect for embedding as a decorative handle on the top of the lid? Look at this anus, slightly sunken in the middle forming a small vortex, with raised edges and regularly arranged folds surrounding it. It would be so beautiful as a handle decoration. There

were so many similar flashes of inspiration. I kept revising my design until my mother strongly protested. Every time I found something I didn't like, I would strip her naked and study her body in detail. The more I studied, the more I felt that my mother's body was so outstanding, and then I couldn't help but pounce on her...

After my mother's numerous serious protests, I finally agreed to let the design be finalized and never changed again. With just over a week left before the submission deadline, my mother and I embarked on our journey home…

Our design was easily shortlisted. According to the rules, shortlisted works had to be manufactured into finished products by the sponsoring factory, based on the design drawings, and then auctioned off on the day of the awards ceremony, bringing the design competition to a successful close. Since it was the culmination of my mother's and my hard work, I went to the factory every few days, afraid they would burn my creation.

As the ancients said, "To strive is not to strive, and not to strive is to strive!" Through this design project, my mother and I spent a month together in a different city. Although there were brief, unpleasant incidents, our bond actually deepened. In my eyes, this was the greatest gain.

Forget about studying abroad, forget about competitions and trophies; all I care about is seeing our son's and my work come to fruition. Not long after, the organizing committee politely sent an invitation, insisting I attend the awards ceremony because my work had won the highest award—the Special Award in the Expert Group.

Honey, you absolutely have to come! Our child is so accomplished, hehe!

Of course, of course, I'll not only come, but I'll also invite all my friends. Haha, I knew it! My son was destined for greatness.

Mom excitedly called Dad, telling him he absolutely had to come. I could hear his excitement clearly on the phone even though I was right next to Mom. Hehe! Seeing how close you and Dad are, I really can't understand why you two got divorced? I teased my mother with a playful grin. "

Why are you saying that again, you silly child? I've told you before, your father and I are destined not to be husband and wife, but we're quite destined to be friends.

Look at you, so happy! I'm getting jealous!" "

Go away, you've given me everything, and you're still lying through your teeth."

On the day of the awards ceremony, my mother and I entered the exhibition hall early. The organizing committee insisted on arranging us in the front seats, saying it would be more convenient for us to go on stage to receive the award, reducing the emcee's waiting time, and they also double-checked to make sure I hadn't revealed that I had won the award. After everything was ready, people from various industries, including some government officials, filed in.

This competition wasn't originally intended to be a grand affair. The organizing committee was prepared for low turnout when they called local celebrities to invite them, but the response was unexpected, especially from business elites. They not only agreed to attend but also pledged to actively bid. Several

government officials also agreed to attend, much to the committee's delight. They revised the rules, turning the awards ceremony into a grand affair, with newspapers vying to report on it, making it a hot topic in the city for the past few days.

I know the reason behind this. While the government officials wouldn't say, most of the businesspeople were encouraged to attend by my father. I know my father; he has a charismatic personality, knows many prominent figures in various industries, and is himself a business celebrity. Dad! Here, Mom and I are. I saw Dad and his wife come in too, and I quickly greeted them.

"You're here so early?" Dad patted my head and chatted excitedly with Mom, their conversation revolving around my artwork. Finally, he apologized to Mom, saying he had to go and meet some friends he had invited. I was very unhappy, but there was nothing I could do. Mom comforted me, telling me to understand Dad. What kind of couple is this? They understand and forgive each other, yet they can't be together. "

Mom, our artwork is about to be presented." "

What? Mommy doesn't dare take credit; you designed it all by yourself."

I wanted to joke a little, saying that without my mom's beautiful bottom, this piece of art would never have existed. But there were so many people, and we were surrounded by people, so I had to suppress my joke and concentrate on what the emcee was saying. Next, the awards were presented in reverse order, starting with the Excellence Awards. My mom and I craned our necks to look at the jar covered in velvet in the center.

Next, we were going to unveil the highest award of the competition—the Special Award for Experts… A round of applause erupted, and the emcee slowly removed the velvet. Ah! My mother let out a soft cry of nervousness, her slender hand gripping mine tightly; I could clearly feel her palm was sweaty.

This artwork, embodying so much emotion, finally appeared on the stage. From a distance, it resembled a ripe apple, but with several faint, barely visible grooves around it. If you placed these grooves directly in front of your eyes, the entire design would be a perfect replica of my mother, her buttocks raised high in a very lewd pose.

Above the lid was a small chrysanthemum, not blooming outwards but rather retracted into the lid, with only the edge, covered in reflective wrinkles, protruding above the lid surface. Needless to say, this design was inspired by the shape of my mother's narrow, compact anus.

Looking at the jar and hearing the applause around us, tears streamed down my face—tears of joy, not of shame. I held my mother's small hand, gently comforting her; both mother and son were immersed in joy.

This was a Qing Dynasty-style general's jar. The maker's imagination was truly broad; while retaining the simple, solemn design style of the Qing court, the lines of the jar were boldly distorted in a unique way. Look at these beautiful curves, elegant and graceful yet with a vibrant, modern charm. Most remarkably, they also possess a primal, wild beauty…

This expert giving the presentation was quite the chatterbox, spouting all sorts of fancy vocabulary. However, I must admit some of his metaphors were very close to my theme. Isn't sex just humanity's most primal desire? But then this expert got a little too excited, using a jar as a springboard for his own interpretation, eventually quoting Tang and Song dynasty poetry.

My mother couldn't help but laugh when he first commented on the curves, and as the expert's ramblings went further and further off-topic, she finally pulled out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably. Actually, I'd wanted to laugh for a while now; it's not as exaggerated as he made it out to be. The creation of this work is very simple: it's the result of a crazy incestuous sexual encounter. I didn't dare laugh before because I was afraid my mother would scold me for being immature, but now that she's started, I can't help but want to crack a joke too.

"Mom, did you hear that? Your butt is praised for its elegant, rustic, dignified, and generous shape, and also... well, it's full of primal, wild beauty..." I only realized today that Mom's butt has multiple functions. Not only can it make your own son thrust all the way in, again and again, but it can also serve as a mold for noble works of art, hehe...

I whispered in Mom's ear. Mom pinched my thigh hard while covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders trembled, tears streaming down her face. This caused the people sitting in front to frequently turn around and look at Mom in surprise, perhaps wondering why this woman, who seemed so well-dressed, was behaving so inappropriately. But I believe they would never find the answer, no matter how hard they tried.

The tedious explanation was finally over, and Mom finally stopped laughing, watching me go on stage to receive the certificate and 5,000 yuan prize with a deep, affectionate gaze. "I'll give you a good reward when we get home tonight, hee hee!" Mom said to me in a very teasing tone after I returned to my seat, even blowing a breath into my ear. At that moment, I wished I could press her down in the chair and enjoy it.

The atmosphere of the entire awards ceremony was pushed to a climax by the auction of the winning works. With many business celebrities in attendance, the bidding was extremely fierce. And that night, something happened that became headline news in various newspapers the next day: my "General's Jar," designed based on Mom's alluring buttocks, sold for a sky-high price of 80,000 yuan. This was naturally facilitated by Dad and his friend.

Your dad was so smug today, such a grown man and still so happy, really… When we got home, Mom and I hugged each other and soaked in the bathtub, talking non-stop about all the funny things that happened a few hours ago.

Mom, are you happy?

Of course, I'm ecstatic, especially when that expert was describing your lewd general's jar.

Haha! I almost laughed myself to death. But… that's not some lewd work of art, it's Mom's body, the most captivating lines in the world.

Oh dear, you won't even leave me alone in this small bathtub?

Of course, didn't Mom promise to reward me well tonight?

Hmph, I knew you'd remember this. Hurry up and get a shower. If you want... you should at least take Mommy to bed...

While I can't say I've achieved great success, at least my work has gone smoothly. What's rare is having a beautiful, sexy, and loving mother like me, wrapping her shapely, full legs around my waist, using every muscle in her body to please my thrusting penis—an extra reward for my big win today.

Oh... be gentle. Tomorrow we have a celebration party your dad's throwing for you. Get some rest, okay...?

I don't care, Mommy promised to let me enjoy myself tonight. Besides, when hasn't Mommy had enough fun at night and been full of energy the next day... hehe!

Ah... you little rascal, Mommy's legs are sore, sweetie! "Put it down, okay... Ahh...

Twist your ass even more lewdly, mmm! Just like that, Mom's body is so beautiful."

We made love almost until midnight. Taking advantage of my youth and strength, I ejaculated freely into Mom's breasts, vagina, and rectum until my penis could no longer stand up. Then it remained inside Mom's body, the place that had carried me for nearly ten months, and we slept like that until dawn. "

Get up, you lazybones... The sun's already shining on your ass..." Mom pulled back the covers and gave me a good scolding. "

What? It's only three o'clock, the banquet is still a long way off!"

Tonight is a party your dad's throwing just for you! Get up and get ready, don't embarrass him. Mom's going to the beauty salon, she'll be back soon…

A well-known Western restaurant in the city is especially lively today, with all sorts of luxury cars parked outside. This restaurant has a special meaning for me. Dad celebrated my promotion here last time, and today it's much grander, the entire second floor is booked, with two long tables filled with cold dishes, barbecue, and all kinds of drinks and snacks.

After Dad's celebration last time, I got my mom, whom I've been longing for. What about this time? What will they bring me this time...? There's a raised platform directly in front of the restaurant, displaying the general's jar I designed. To my shame, I still don't know who bought it; I'll probably have to ask Dad later to thank his friend for his support. The champagne opened amidst applause, signaling the official start of tonight's buffet.

Mom was the most beautiful woman there tonight. As I expected, after last night's lovemaking, her skin was fair and smooth, and she looked incredibly vibrant. Her stunning outfit was simply breathtaking.

The black evening gown exuded elegance and grace, hugging her beautifully curved figure, with most of her arm exposed—sexy without being vulgar. The long evening gown trailed to her ankles, with a slit on one side reaching her wasp waist, revealing glimpses of a long, slender, snow-white leg with every step.

A designer necklace adorned her neck, and her long, gleaming black hair was styled in a bun. Her meticulously groomed hands carried a small handbag. As she gracefully walked through the crowd, she immediately attracted countless glances, some of them harboring ill intent.

Actually, I was dressed quite smartly today, wearing a stiff-collared shirt and a black tuxedo that complemented my mother's outfit. I also wore a beautiful dark red and white polka-dot bow tie, but unfortunately, my mother stole the show.

My father kept introducing me to his friends, occasionally boasting about me, which made me blush and pale. Several times I turned back to my mother for help, but she just stood there holding a small wine glass, mischievously smiling at me, refusing to come over to help.

It seems I'm just not cut out for social situations; I was sweating buckets throughout the banquet, my lips aching from the forced smiles. Unexpectedly, it was Li Qiuyu, the daughter of the director of the Cultural Bureau, a haughty girl with whom I had a brief romance.

When my father saw that Xiaoyu knew me, and that she greeted me with a familiar tone, he burst into laughter again: "So you two know each other? Good, good, good." "Then you young people go have fun, you don't need to stay with Dad..."

As soon as he finished speaking, I quickly escaped from Dad and his friends' encirclement. Oh! Freedom! Actually, I went to the awards ceremony yesterday, intending to congratulate you in person, but I couldn't find you. Xiaoyu, the girl I once desperately pursued, smiled gently like a delicate flower.

I did see Uncle yesterday, but I didn't expect you to be there too, haha!

I think you've changed a lot, much more cheerful than before, and radiating confidence.

Really? I didn't notice. Chatting casually with Xiaoyu, I noticed my mother's eyes were wide open, clearly radiating jealousy. Remembering how she hadn't helped me earlier, I mischievously chatted with Xiaoyu even more enthusiastically.

My mother gritted her teeth in anger, silently walking over, keeping about two meters away from me, eavesdropping on our conversation. Since Xiaoyu had never visited our home, she didn't know that the radiant beauty next door was my mother, and of course, she didn't know that I was practically constantly having sex with her. Therefore, she didn't seem to care and continued chatting happily about our recent lives.

This buffet wasn't all night long; at 10:00 PM, it was time to leave. "It's been so long! Let me invite you for coffee later!" Xiaoyu invited me.

I saw my mother's pupils contract rapidly, revealing a hint of hostility. I'd neglected her for too long, and I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings any further, so I quickly declined: "Ah! It would be an honor, but I think we should do it another day. I'm too tired today. I'll call you

when I'm free." Xiaoyu nodded, somewhat incredulous that I, who used to treat her like a princess, would give up this opportunity. "

Who's that vixen?" she snapped fiercely as soon as we got into the car. "

An old friend, didn't you overhear us?" "We were just talking about very ordinary things." I tilted my head, looking at my mother with a sly smile. "

How did I overhear?

Hehe!" Stop pretending, I didn't blame you for eavesdropping. Don't worry, Mom, besides you, any other woman is like air in front of me now. Are you relieved now?

Mom also heard me reject Xiaoyu's date earlier, and now that I've confessed, she's even more relieved, her fingers shyly fiddling with the hem of her clothes. I glanced at my shy mother, then at my gradually swollen lower body, shook my head, and started the car…

How was it? Tired today? When I got home, my back and legs ached, and Mom took out a handkerchief to wipe my forehead.

It's alright, it would be even better if Mom could come over more often tonight to help me out.

Huh! You're the star today, what am I supposed to help you out of?

As my wife, seeing that I'm not very good at socializing, of course I have to lend a hand.

Let me correct you on that earlier mistake; I'm not your wife, I'm your biological mother. Hehe…

Wrong! She's both my greatest mother and my most beloved wife. For mothers and sons, this is a complex issue that will never have a single, definitive conclusion. Instead of wasting time debating, I'd rather enjoy myself…

I held my mother's beautiful little feet to my chest and kissed them. Her legs, which get a weekly treatment, are incredibly alluring; from her thighs to her slender toes, there's not a single flaw. Years of special treatments have rendered her hair follicles ineffective; they're so smooth and white that there's no resistance when I touch them. My mother's long, beautiful legs and well-maintained body seem capable of arousing my lust at any moment.

Mom, you look absolutely gorgeous today. Even while the party was still going on, I couldn't resist wanting to fuck you from behind…

You little pervert, didn't I just suck you for ages in the car? You were shoving it down my throat so hard, not showing any tenderness to your mother, hmph…

But Mom looks so stunning today, oh! I can't resist anymore… Let's finish what we were doing earlier, shall we? Hehe! Ugh

! Mom hasn't taken off her makeup yet.

No need, I'll take it off for you right now. Then, one by one, Mom's evening gown, stockings, bra, and panties were thrown to the ground. Isn't removing makeup just washing it off with ionized water? I can do it with my tongue, and even more thoroughly.

My lips slid from Mom's forehead to her breasts, then her flat stomach, her full thighs, until I took her ten glistening, delicate toes into my mouth. Then I turned Mom over and licked from her rosy soles down her voluptuous, sexy buttocks to her smooth, white, bare back.

After kissing Mom's snow-white body all over, her juices flowed freely from her alluring slits. Less than a day had passed since our last lovemaking, and my penis was still as hard as ever, yearning to enter that alluring forbidden land…

I straddled my mother’s buttocks, skillfully thrusting my penis deep inside from behind. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with my mother’s body; the pleasure of my penis thrusting rapidly inside her was more stimulating than with any other woman, even though I hadn’t slept with many women besides my mother…

…Ah…so good, you debt collector, I must have owed you a lot of love in my past life, and I’m repaying it with my body in this life…Ah…so wonderful…

Under my barrage of thrusts, both bodies briefly convulsed before reaching orgasm simultaneously. I was so familiar with my mother’s body that controlling the rhythm was no longer too difficult for me. Just as my mother could sense my level of excitement from my eyes or subtle movements, I could tell her level of satisfaction from her moans or tense toes. "

Mommy has something serious to tell you, okay?"

"Okay, I'm listening!" I touched my mother's sexy body lying on my chest. Her orgasm must not have completely subsided; I could clearly feel the still-hot temperature of her skin where my palm touched. This indicated that the owner of that skin had just been completely absorbed in the waves of sex. "

How come that jar of yours sold for 80,000 yuan?"

It's not worth that price at all. It was just Dad and his friends bidding against each other that drove the price up. The highest price ever paid for a late Qing Dynasty general's jar in China is only a little over 20,000 yuan. My jar, if auctioned normally,

would probably only fetch three or four thousand yuan! Oh! No wonder. But three or four thousand yuan isn't bad. Mom's beauty salon only sells a monthly pass for a few hundred yuan.

What? Mom, are you feeling a little resentful? Haha!

It's kind of true. I don't think you put in that much effort! You just casually threw together some clay, fired it, and it turned into money.

That's because Mom's body is just too sexy, too alluring; otherwise, I wouldn't have any inspiration.

My mother seemed preoccupied and didn't say anything more. I could sense she was pondering something. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I'd once had a selfish and despicable thought: that because I was young and strong, and my mother was getting older, she might not be able to satisfy my intense desire for her. But as it turned out, this thought was completely unnecessary.

In my memory, except for that time in the wild when I almost made her faint, every other time we had sex, if it was high-quality, I was always the one exhausted. And after her orgasm, my mother would often still be enjoying stroking my penis for half a day, and the next day, she always recovered her energy faster than I did. Tonight was no different. As my mother pondered, my mind grew increasingly foggy, and I soon drifted off to sleep…

After that night, our lives completely changed, or rather, we began living a different, more intense life. My mother thought about it all night and decided to persuade me to support her in opening a physical business—a ceramics business. From the moment she began her unhurried explanation, my eyes were wide open.

Money? Management? Venue? Technicians? Don't listen to the newspapers' hype; all that computer-controlled temperature stuff is nonsense. Firing ceramics now relies absolutely, entirely on the experience of skilled workers. Mom, you need to think this through. This isn't like wholesaling things and reselling them to make money. Controlling the skills and experience is quite difficult… I don't mean to discourage you, but I have to explain the worst-case scenario to her.

Mom's thought it over. As for money, we still have savings. It was originally left to you by your grandma for buying a house and getting married, but now… hehe! I don't think we need it anymore. We can sell that beauty salon again, and if that's still not enough, I can borrow from your grandma. As for management experience, your dad will definitely help us. The venue? I've thought about it; we'll set it up in our hometown. As for the skills… cough cough… don't we have a designer in our family?

I carefully considered what my mother said, and it made some sense, yet it also seemed inappropriate; everything seemed too simplistic. I've never been interested in business, so I've never paid attention to what aspects of starting a company require. Now, I can't really give my mother authoritative advice. What should I do?

I think… I should ask my father for advice.

Okay, I'll schedule a time to talk to him now.

Around dusk, I received a call from my mother, asking me to wait for her at the restaurant downstairs. She really wasn't in the mood to cook today, so we'd eat out. From my mother's tone, I was surprised to realize that my father definitely supported her plan. Sure enough, Mom excitedly explained the general plan to me after seeing me. To be honest, I didn't fully understand.

Your dad said we don't need to worry about sales. He'll send some young and experienced managers to register a joint venture company specifically for sales. We, mother and son, just need to focus on producing top-notch products.

Wait, is Dad investing too? How much? Who's the boss between you two?

Your dad is just appointing some senior sales managers and salespeople. These managers will contribute their technical shares and own a portion of the shares. Their salaries will also be paid by your dad's company. Hehe, Mom will be the chairperson…

Ah! Dad's really shrewd. He sends a few managers over without spending a penny and expects to enjoy the sales profits. Heh!

What do you know? As the old saying goes, even close brothers keep clear accounts. In business, who will genuinely help you without mutual benefit? Besides, your mom knows nothing about company management. Inviting a management team with 10% of the profits is perfectly fair.

Actually, I was just joking. I firmly believe Dad wouldn't be that heartless. He's doing this to systematize everything, making the cooperation more sustainable. Moreover, Dad's social connections and his company's existing sales network are an immeasurable asset. Taking only 10% of the shares is clearly a loss.

That night, my mother was so excited she couldn't sleep. The next day, my mother and I started preparing for our new company with top efficiency. First, I submitted my resignation and poached two employees from the design studio.

Then, I repeatedly persuaded my art professor from university. Through various efforts, and with his wife playing a crucial role, I finally managed to get him to join us as our art consultant with an annual salary of 100,000 yuan. This would ensure the quality of the designs to a certain extent. Next, we recruited people everywhere, gathering some operational workers with practical experience.

My mother's progress was also unexpectedly smooth. Her hometown was remote, and although the villagers were not poor, there was a large surplus of labor. The township government was naturally overjoyed to hear that someone wanted to invest in building a factory. After the report was submitted, the mother's overseas connections caught the government's attention. They decided to use the mother's project as a model to promote it and attract foreign investment in the future, offering many preferential policies in land approval, taxes, and other areas. The

normally cumbersome process was surprisingly completed in a single morning, with the necessary documents, such as the business license and construction permit, obtained. This rapid efficiency aroused the great interest of the provincial newspaper, as the central government had just issued a document instructing governments at all levels to improve their work efficiency.

The newspaper reported on the event the following day and continued to follow up on the company's affairs for the next few days. My mother later told me with unusual pride that my father laughed for a full minute after hearing this, saying that these reports were worth at least 200,000 yuan in advertising fees.

I have to admire my mother's luck. I know that her choice to build a factory in her hometown was mostly driven by nostalgia, but this choice brought unexpected benefits. The design studio was the first to start working, whether as a warm-up or to test the team's cooperation, my colleagues and I worked hard. After producing the first batch of design drawings, my mother and I immediately asked the production department, which was not yet fully operational, to try to produce some samples.

The base of each handicraft was printed with the words "Made by Mingxin." My name contains the character "Ming," and my mother's name contains the character "Xin." This is both our product logo and the name of our company.

After the samples were produced, Mom did something very strange. The sales staff Dad had assigned, whose salaries weren't supposed to be paid by our company, were still paid extra according to their job titles – meaning they received double pay.

I didn't approve of this, but I couldn't help it; Mom was the chairperson, and power was absolute, even though she was often as docile as a lamb to the slaughter at night. Besides, few could persuade Mom of her stubbornness, inherited from Grandma…

As it turned out, this seemingly frivolous action quickly generated incredible momentum in the sales department, which neither Mom nor I were good at managing. The production department is still working day and night, and only a few functions are currently available, but sales orders are pouring in.

I have to admit that my mother has an unexpected talent for business. Since our factory isn't operating at 100% capacity, but we still have to fulfill orders, I had to pay processing fees to temporarily outsource some of our products to other manufacturers.

Days passed one after another, and my mother, like a professional woman, shuttled between the factory in our hometown and the distribution points in the city. She paid even more attention to maintaining her figure and skin; as she took on this role more deeply, my already charming mother now possessed an added air of competence and cool elegance.

I like her current role. Normally, she's a beautiful, elegant, and respected chairperson, but at night in bed, she and I make love in all sorts of lewd positions, with countless variations. Many of these positions are too embarrassing for us to talk about, so we often use gestures or eye contact to hint: "Your legs should be here," or "Your buttocks should stick out a little more, it will be more stimulating for me..." This contrast is quite nice. It's been almost a year since I started sleeping with my mother, but we still maintain a high level of sexual interest.

Six months later...

I won't say too many words of thanks. When I received the business license, I also doubted how far this company could go. However, today, facts have proven everything; we have truly succeeded. Mingxin Company's success today is inseparable from the hard work of all the employees present here. Thank you for everything you've done. I've prepared a small token of my appreciation for tonight, which will be distributed to you soon. It's not much, but it's my token of gratitude…

The beautiful woman on stage wore an elegant white cheongsam, her thick, beautiful hair neatly pulled back, and her face lightly made up. The slit in her cheongsam was just right, neither too high nor too low, revealing her full, shapely calves and rounded knees. Her beautiful legs, encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, were incredibly alluring.

Her slightly upturned buttocks were full and seductive. Countless men had harbored desires to rape this cold and noble beauty. Yet, among all these men, I was the luckiest. I not only fantasized about it, but I also actually possessed her entire body and heard her ecstatic moans.

My mother finished her speech and walked gracefully towards me amidst enthusiastic applause. This event, organized at the Spring Festival gathering, held profound significance for us, mother and son. I stared at my mother's flat stomach; according to our calculations, the fetus should be fully formed in a few months.

Soon, I will continue to run the company we share as the managing director, while my mother will completely retire to the home to nurture the fruit of our illicit love. In the near future, my mother's identity will become increasingly enigmatic: mother? wife? boss? Perhaps all of the above…

We bought back the general's jar, designed based on my mother's most sensual feature, and placed it in the bedroom as a symbol. I touched its outline; the feeling was so familiar. Usually, once a person has a career, love, and dreams, they become very lonely, so lonely that they wish for a mischievous child to torment their nerves. You could say that Mom's decision to have a little life for me was entirely thanks to this clay pot.

Gently, don't scare him/her…

Hmm! No, Mom has never liked me touching this.

It's okay, I know you really want Mom's body, right? It's amazing you've endured two months. But let's make it clear beforehand, you can't be as rough as you were back home last time, or Mom won't let you get away with it…

"Understood!" I carefully pried open my mother's tender anus with my left hand, squeezed the syringe into her narrow, tight anus, and gently pushed with my thumb. About one hundred milliliters of analgesic, lubricating, and disinfectant oily liquid slowly flowed into her bright red intestines.

As soon as the syringe was withdrawn, my mother involuntarily contracted her anal muscles, and a trickle of liquid slid out of her anus. I gently smeared the liquid onto her beautiful opening with the head of my penis...

I slowly pushed the head of my penis into my mother's rectum, the burning sensation enveloping my penis. I carefully pushed it in, feeling the hardness of my penis increasing at an astonishing rate. "Ah...ah..." Mom moaned softly as my penis finally slid all the way into her rectum. "

Ugh! It's so big, it's swelling up..." Mom glanced back at me, her coquettish expression sending a shiver down my spine. Normally, I would have been thrusting hard, experiencing the unique pleasure of being with my mother. But I held back, because my child was already inside her. "

Mom, does it hurt?" I leaned down and asked tenderly. "

It's alright, just a sore, swollen feeling, nothing serious."

I wanted to lie on top of her and give her a deep kiss, but I constantly reminded myself that Mom's lower abdomen absolutely couldn't bear my weight at this moment.

I straightened up and knelt again, tilting my head to check the pillow under my mother's buttocks to make sure this position wouldn't press on her lower abdomen. I lifted my mother's long, slender, fair legs and placed them on my shoulders, then, with a slight thrust of my waist, began my tireless piston-like movements inside her anus.

The lubricant, mixed with a small amount of aphrodisiac, had a certain stimulating effect in my mother's intestines, and I could feel the penetration being smoother. Today's movements were unusually gentle, and my mother tried her best to relax her body, allowing me to enjoy this long-awaited feast of delicious flesh.

Just past ten o'clock, I heard the sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor. Peering out of the study, I saw a middle-aged woman in an elegant evening gown bending down to take off her high-heeled sandals. She didn't immediately slip her fair, delicate feet into the sandals, but instead gently massaged her toes with one hand, her rounded, alluring buttocks completely within my view.

Ah! Mom's back… I laughed and rushed forward, lifting her soft body off the ground and spinning her around. "

Hey! You rascal, put Mom down!

" How could I bear to hold this soft, captivating body in my arms? I simply pulled the beautiful woman onto the sofa and kissed her deeply. Wait, didn't the invitation say it was until 11:00? Why are you back so early? Did you miss me?

My mother rolled her eyes at me, sat on my lap, and slipped her earrings and necklace onto the coffee table. "Ugh... I'm exhausted. I've been standing for almost three hours. Mom couldn't take it anymore. Now I understand how tiring it is to be a hostess." My mother's soft body curled up in my arms, pouting and looking unhappy.

Although the annual business networking event is a formality, it wasn't as boring as my mother described. I know women her age are just talkative; they can find an excuse to ramble on anytime, anywhere.

Fortunately, I've gotten used to her nagging. Perhaps this is thanks to her finding a second spring in middle age; every time we're in bed, she gives me an indescribable satisfaction, which makes me less annoyed by her nagging tongue. Besides…

that nimble long tongue is so skilled at licking my penis. Of course, Dad wasn't so lucky. He chose to find another woman who doesn't talk much and always silently supports her husband's career to rebuild their family.

The tablecloth on the dining table wasn't ironed at all… the food was mediocre, to say the least, there was only one brand of mineral water in the entire venue… and… the sound system was terrible; I couldn't hear many of the speakers at all… the atmosphere was chaotic everywhere. I really don't know what's so great about this kind of social gathering? ...After the ball started, I danced two songs and finally had a legitimate reason to escape...

Wait...did any of the other men take advantage of you while you were dancing...? Seeing that my mother was about to continue her tirade, I suddenly seized an opportunity to interrupt her.

No...of course not...Do you think everyone is like you, a lecherous wolf, even trying to take advantage of an old woman like me...? My mother sat on my lap, finished removing her makeup, put her hands behind her head, and looked at me with a smile. My tone of questioning just now deliberately revealed a hint of jealousy, which made my mother very proud.

Actually, I completely believed that in that kind of situation, in front of guests who were also private business owners, no matter how audacious you were, you wouldn't dare to do anything unbecoming of your status. My insistence that someone was taking advantage of my mother was just a clever ruse to stop her from nagging any further.

I told her to stop elaborating, that it was making things worse, and that someone with a figure like hers wouldn't have designs on her. Hehe, let me check... With a wicked laugh, I easily pulled my mother's petite body into my arms and strode into our shared bedroom...

Oh... baby... Mommy's darling... how come you're so... ah... so amazing today...

I wanted to be gentler, but the beautiful woman beneath me always managed to get me into a blissful state before I could. Two long, slender, snow-white legs tightly gripped my waist, helping my lower abdomen thrust harder against her vulva. Her alluring clitoris, like tiny hands, constantly gripped and released my glans… Inserting my genitals deep into my own mother's body was always so sensual and stimulating; how many people in the world could resist such temptation?

Waaah… Mom sobbed softly, her voice low. Incredibly, she had climaxed again… But I wasn't much better off; I didn't last long before releasing my pent-up energy into Mom's body.

After her orgasm, Mom was always so gentle and charming, her rosy cheeks flushed with a girlish shyness. She nestled against my chest, her warm, cherry-like lips enveloping my penis, licking away the remaining fluids. Her beautiful eyes were so captivated by my phallus…

Tell Mom, is something bothering you? After resting for a while, Mom's still-hot, sexy body nestled tightly in my arms.

No, everything's the same, nothing's wrong.

Lie, Mom knows you too well. In bed, it's really hard for a man to deceive a woman, especially a mother who has lived with me since birth. She knows her son's characteristics well and has a wealth of sexual experience.

Before I was one year old, I suckled her breasts all day long; before I was five, her slender fingers often pulled back my foreskin to clean away grime; at 17, her naked body was frequently manipulated into various lewd positions in my erotic dreams; at 19, my mature penis frequently ejaculated under her skillful manipulation; that same year, her warm, moist mouth became the place where I released my pent-up energy; now at 20, we sleep in each other's arms all night.

My mother is so familiar with my body and mind that countless nights she can accurately catch my penis with a simple turn, never missing. She could deduce whether I was experiencing extreme pleasure simply from the hardness of my penis inside her and the frequency of my thrusts. Faced with a woman who knew me so well, how could I possibly hide anything from her?

With a soft sigh, I had no choice but to tell her the truth. My company, affiliated with a design institute, recently had an opportunity for an overseas study trip. With less than a year of experience, I was naturally excluded. For the sake of balance, I was given a task: to participate in a design competition openly solicited by a certain exhibition hall. It would last a month, during which I wouldn't have to report to the company and could work on designs in quiet places—essentially a month-long vacation.

This naturally caused me great dissatisfaction, but there was nothing I could do. State-owned companies are always seniority-based, so for someone like me, it would take twenty or thirty years to get ahead. I think it's great, I'll just treat it as a vacation! Clearly, Mom doesn't understand the desire of a young person just entering the workforce to succeed. I'm too lazy to explain to her; it's pointless anyway.

Maybe… I should call your dad and see if I can pull some strings and get you this training opportunity?

I was startled and quickly stopped him. To be honest, although my parents were divorced, I still managed to get my father's ex-girlfriends into bed, using all sorts of methods that even he probably hadn't used to take advantage of my mother's body. Because of this, I hadn't dared to visit my father for a long time, always feeling guilty towards him.

Actually, there was another reason. The director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture had a beautiful daughter, and many boys considered it an honor to pursue her. I was lucky enough to have a relationship with her once, but we broke up. Perhaps she looked down on me because I was just an ordinary designer with no future! If my father really had to attend this event, he would definitely have to find the director of the Bureau of Culture, who was also her father. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of being ridiculed by her again.

No, I'd better just be honest and straightforward. I'll work hard to design a good piece of work; maybe I'll win a big prize. How about Mom and I find a beautiful, secluded place to live for a month?

Ah? That's a good idea, but Mom's beauty salon is always on her mind. A month? I wonder what she'll look like when I come back? Hehe…

I chuckled and reached out to touch Mom's smooth, satin-like skin. I'm afraid she's worried that staying away for a month won't allow her to maintain her amazing skin. It's funny. She wasn't so concerned when she was with Dad, but now she's afraid her appearance won't be perfect in front of me. Such a beautiful mother is truly rare.

Hmm... going is fine, but... we can't go too far. How about Mommy's hometown? Your grandpa still has an empty ancestral house there.

Great! I haven't been back to my hometown for almost ten years! What a pity! Why do Grandpa and Grandma want to go abroad? The environment in their hometown is so nice...

Your grandma wouldn't be used to it, you know her temper, who in the family dares to disobey her?

That's true, Mom and Grandma are quite alike, stubborn. I wanted to come from behind, but Mom insisted on lying on her back; I wanted to come from the front, but Mom stuck her butt out. Hehe! Like mother, like daughter…

Before I could finish speaking, my mother launched into a flurry of punches and kicks at me, her face a mixture of shame and anger. Exhausted, she nestled against my chest, panting, her maternal scent filling my nostrils.

Soon, I found my penis hard as iron again. When I inserted my hard penis into my mother's vagina, she was unusually gentle, perhaps influenced by the joke I'd just heard. This time, no matter what I tried, my mother cooperated perfectly, posing her body in various lewd positions to guide my penis deep inside. For a long time, my mother's ecstatic moans filled the room…

When my mother and I set foot on this land, we were both incredibly excited. Although I wasn't born here, my mother stayed until she was 16. Later, she met her prince charming at a university in the provincial capital, married him after graduation, stayed in the provincial capital to work, had me, then divorced… and then gave herself to me…

Transportation here isn't very convenient, and the villagers' lives are rather monotonous. It's rare to see guests, especially since my maternal grandfather's ancestors were a prominent family in the village. After we returned, word spread like wildfire, and the courtyard immediately erupted in excitement. People flocked to us, offering words of comfort and concern.

It escalated into a grand welcome banquet, with neighbors showing exceptional enthusiasm. Many housewives rolled up their sleeves and headed to the kitchen, setting up over ten tables in the courtyard.

My mother naturally became the focus of the banquet, partly because she was a guest visiting her parents' home, and partly because of her beauty. Moreover…

my mother's beige blouse featured a low-cut V-neck, revealing her prominent, elegant collarbones and two full, high breasts. Her black pencil skirt had slits about a hand's length on both sides, revealing a pair of fair, smooth, beautiful legs. A pair of stylish, well-fitting, off-white lace-up sandals peeked out from her ten glistening, delicate toes. The straps wrapped around her sexy ankles, and the seven-inch stiletto heels accentuated the rounded, full shape of her heels. In this

affluent yet relatively remote mountain village, seeing such bright spots was a rare treat.

Everyone in the village, young and old, drank alcohol, and all of them were heavy drinkers. I really disliked this chaotic scene, but my mother seemed particularly excited today; after all, she was meeting many friends she hadn't seen in over a decade, which was understandable. I greeted this person, chatted with that close friend, and then found a secluded corner to sit down, watching my mother flit about like a social butterfly.

That woman! She used to be the phoenix that flew away from our village, and hasn't returned for many years.

Oh! No wonder, look at her, she's probably older than you and me, but her skin is so radiant, and her figure is simply amazing. Especially that big, round bottom, she must be incredibly voluptuous and sexy in bed. Tomorrow I'll tell my husband to go to the city and see for himself.

I'm afraid my brother will be spending every night with such a sexy woman, busy until the moon hasn't even risen above the trees, hehe.

To be able to hold such a beauty in bed, even dying a few years earlier would be worth it... Tsk tsk...

Two villagers at the next table whispered and pointed at my mother, making lewd remarks. I could even hear them swallowing hard, though their voices were low. I should have been unhappy that people were talking about my mother like that, but I was actually quite pleased. Look, anyone would be tempted by a beauty like my mother. So... it's understandable that I couldn't resist and seduced her.

The banquet lasted until about 8:00 PM before it ended, and my mother got up to see the guests off one by one. I gave the two villagers who had been fantasizing about my mother a careful look. They lingered, stealing glances at her beautiful legs peeking out from under her skirt, swallowing hard. A surge of smugness filled me; such an alluring woman was beyond their wildest dreams. As for me, once we were alone, I would use my favorite position to thrust into her until she was overflowing with desire, moaning softly. What a wonderful blessing!

Starting the next day, my mother and I spent our days wandering in the countryside. I drew countless sketches, but inspiration for a design just wouldn't come. Usually, in the evenings, hospitable villagers would treat us to dinner, so we didn't even have to cook. When visiting these villagers' homes, I paid special attention to their old bottles and jars, which gave me a lot of inspiration. However, more than ten days have passed, and I still don't know what I want to design.

"Honey, is progressing badly? You seem a bit listless these past few days," my mother asked me as we walked hand in hand to a stream. "

Yes! I've made quite a few sketches, but I feel they lack a certain spark.

The imitation is too obvious, and I'm not satisfied with any of them." This exhibition, ostensibly an art competition, is actually a publicity stunt for a manufacturing factory. They cleverly limit the submissions to ceramics, glass, and plastics, emphasizing practicality. In other words, you can't design something purely for decoration, like a Bodhisattva or a ruyi scepter! You can only gravitate towards ashtrays, tea sets, and vases. Because that factory makes those kinds of things.

Sigh! It's a pity Mom doesn't understand art and can't really help. Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek, her eyes full of tenderness.

I smiled at her: "Don't rush, haven't you collected a lot of materials? You'll get creative.

" "Yes, yes!" Why not put work aside for a while and enjoy nature? Look how cool the water is…

Mom sat on a rock, her skirt lifted high, revealing two round, snow-white calves. Her sexy toes dipped into the stream, playfully kicking the water out of the water every now and then, creating a splash. Her shapely legs showed no excess fat; thin, smooth skin covered her muscles, and the bluish veins were faintly visible—an indescribable sensuality. I think my first ejaculation in front of Mom was on those delicate, beautifully arched feet, wasn't it?

Mom was right, haste makes waste. Thinking about design drawings all day is exhausting! Our sex life has been rather uneventful these past two days. Hmm! I don't think I've ever tried outdoor sex with the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket. I went over and hugged my mother's back, slipping my fingers inside her collar to gently pinch her nipple.

It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being seen? My mother flicked my hand.

Who would come here? Blame it on Mom's being too alluring. I want to be inside her all the time, hehe! Mom wanted to say something, but I silenced her with my lips, gently drawing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva. Mom's breasts were kneaded into various shapes by my hands; I could feel her nipples hardening even through her clothes. Needless to say, she was wet down there.

Mom, do you want me?

...No...

then...why are you all wet...? I pulled down Mom's panties and asked her. For some reason, I sometimes find it particularly stimulating to say things that trample on a mother's dignity. My mother clenched her fists and slapped my chest several times, her face etched with a thousand charms.

Her skirt today was short and loose, the fabric so soft that it easily lifted to her waist. I suckled on her breast, pulling her warm little hand to grasp my already swollen penis. Her hand trembled, yet was exceptionally gentle, as if caressing a priceless jewel. She gently stroked my foreskin, her soft fingers gliding over the glans, evenly smearing the small amount of secretion from the urethral opening onto it.

My mother's skill was so exceptional; the veins of her erect penis throbbed slowly in her small hands. A mother in the wild, using her gloved hand to caress her own son's genitals, so delicately and passionately—the scene was incredibly stimulating. My emotions surged rapidly. I shoved my mother against a tree, lifted her full, long left leg, and frantically thrust my penis into her.

...Ah...be careful someone sees! The force of the thrust made my mother lose her balance. She quickly stood on tiptoe to absorb some of my strength, wrapped her arms around my neck, and felt the heat of her face on my cheek.

It's alright...let them see if they want, let them see but not be able to have it, haha. The moment my glans entered her vagina, it began to thrust wildly, the burning heat of her vagina providing me with a constant source of energy. My mother's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis, her labia opening and closing with each powerful thrust, releasing countless drops of viscous fluid.

Ah…no shame, no guilt, only raw, primal pleasure in the orchard.

Making love in this environment for the first time clearly gave my mother a unique kind of stimulation; her beautiful hair flew wildly. She contracted her pelvis forcefully, trying to make her vagina as narrow and tight as possible, as if she wanted to suck my penis into her belly. This was her usual trick to please me. My mother knew very well that her vagina could never be as tender as a young girl's; only through skill could she conquer her naughty son in the prime of his youth.

My penis thrust up and down inside her vagina, and my mother cleverly adjusted her stance by standing on tiptoe, allowing me to penetrate deeper and unite more tightly with her vagina. I was certainly very excited, but my mother's expression of pleasure was no less than mine. Sex in the wild is indeed different from indoors; it easily makes one indulge and wild.

After a long day of work, we were both exhausted. I took a deep breath and lifted my mother's other white, fleshy thigh. My mother was a natural sex stunner; she immediately understood and wrapped her thighs tightly around my waist, unwilling to leave my penis for even a moment. I carried her white, plump buttocks as I walked and thrust, until we reached a patch of weeds. I laid my mother down on the ground, spread her legs, and pounded into her vulva. "

Ah...uh...don't stop, be good..." My mother's delicate feet fluttered against my chest, her hands scratching my arms, leaving bloody welts. The relentless, brutal thrusting, my glans chafing until it ached slightly, and my mother's vaginal fluids soaked the pubic hair beneath her. Perhaps next year when I return, I'll find that this patch of weeds, nourished by the fluids from my mother's vagina

, has grown exceptionally lush. Taking advantage of a shift in position, I stripped my mother naked. Her shapely body appeared even whiter and smoother against the backdrop of the soft, verdant pubic hair. "Mom, give me your ass, quick!" My libido was particularly high today. I knelt behind my mother, embracing her plump buttocks, and began a frenzied thrusting. Before I had my mother, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the dead of night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring buttocks! Snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a rounded, full shape. A tuft of pubic hair peeks out from the cleft, and the labia, with each thrust of my penis, sometimes emerge and sometimes sink in.

At the very top of the buttocks, most prominently, is a beautiful, vortex-shaped opening. Dense wrinkles extend from the brown opening, much like a budding chrysanthemum. Inserting my fingers into her vulva immediately evoked a shudder and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.

My fingers, smeared with her vaginal fluid, gently rubbed inside her anus. "Ah! No…" My mother turned her head, her eyes filled with sorrow and fear. I can't stand that kind of look; it only fuels my desire to conquer.

Although my mother's body is completely mine, only her small anus is mine to have opened, and it can only belong to me from now on. This thought gives me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I have anal sex with her. "

Mom, your ass is so beautiful, let me play with it again." My mother wiggles her sexy ass, but my fingers remain inserted inside her. My mother shakes her head slightly, bending forward and raising her ass even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.

My mother rarely eats oily food; her staple diet consists mainly of fruits and vegetables. This not only keeps her skin well-hydrated, but also makes it exceptionally tender and smooth. At the same time, it caused her rectum to absorb a large amount of fibrous tissue, making it neither dry nor dry, and the feeling of it tightly wrapping around

my penis was like ascending to heaven. Soon, my mother's anus gradually became accustomed to the foreign object, and I took the opportunity to insert another finger to continue dilating her anus. The anal muscles contracted and relaxed, and the tender rectal walls subconsciously squeezed my finger.

It took a long time for the intestines to accept the foreign object before I pressed my already impatient penis against her anus, grabbed my mother's smooth waist, fixed her round and full buttocks, and gently inserted my penis into her tight, narrow, and exceptionally tender anus.

"Ahhh..." Mom screamed loudly from the intense tearing sensation. For a moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the pleasure of her narrow intestines tightly gripping my glans made me unable to let go. Mom's upper body arched up like a fully drawn bow due to the sudden, sharp pain, and her buttocks were raised even higher, accompanied by constant trembling.

I left my penis inside Mom's anus and thrust it in and out slightly to allow her to adjust. Then, with a slight push of my hips, I inserted my entire penis. Mom let out another cry of pain. After the sound subsided, I began to thrust. In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the grass, a boy behind her thrusting into her snow-white buttocks. This lustful couple happened to be mother and son. This sight aroused my animalistic desires, and I pounded harder and harder into my mother's beautiful buttocks.

She was almost 40, yet her buttocks were still so firm, so elastic, showing no sign of sagging. Their curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sensual, like a crescent moon filling one with power. I panted heavily, frantically ravaging my mother's buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother's dazzling, snow-white, pert buttocks.

Ah… I found it, I found it, hahahaha! A burst of wild laughter followed, and I vaguely sensed my mother turning her head, her eyes filled with shock and fear.

I'd searched high and low without finding it—wasn't my mother's uniquely beautiful buttocks the most captivating work of art? Look at their shape, simply exquisitely crafted, flawless. Not only did they bring endless pleasure to the lower body, but they also drove my visual nerves to a state of frenzy. This beautiful buttocks, now raised high in the most seductive and wanton position, were offered to her own son for ravaging. Perhaps there was no combination of mother and son incest more intoxicating in the world.

Ah! My mother is truly great! I could no longer control my thoughts. My blood was rushing to my head, and I was filled with inexhaustible energy. I could hear my mother's increasingly desperate screams.

Her writhing hips kept swirling in my mind. I thought of nothing but to play with her plump, white buttocks to the fullest extent to satisfy my lust. I just mechanically and frantically thrust into her, making her arch back and cry out in agony. After a long while, I felt my penis rage, my vas deferens twitched, and semen gushed out of my urethra, shooting every last drop into my mother's intestines.

Then I hugged my mother's smooth, bare back and we both fell into the grass...

My consciousness slowly returned to my brain, and my first reaction was that the flesh under my chest was soft and powerless, completely slumped on the ground. I was startled and quickly got up, only to find that my mother's eyes were swollen from crying, her beautiful hair was damp and covered in sweat, and her buttocks were already bruised and red from where I had bumped her.

Her beautiful little anus, due to the long time that the thick penis had penetrated and rubbed, was still not closed, and her anus opened and closed slightly with her breathing, squeezing out milky white semen from her rectum, mixed with a trace of blood.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I was... too rough..." I quickly apologized, my words incoherent.

Many people say that artists are half-mad, and now I have every reason to believe that. Just now, I only happened to glimpse a corner of art and went completely mad, reaching a state of self-forgetfulness. Look at the state my mother was

in! For the rest of the night, I used every sweet word I could think of to apologize to my mother, and what did she do? She kept sobbing, constantly blaming me for not caring about her at all. My mother is always talkative, but tonight I absolutely dared not complain, obediently listening to her rant.

Only when my mother was tired of scolding did she ask what I had found. I told her everything: at that moment, I realized her figure was the most perfect work of art, and I was going to design a general's jar based on her unparalleled beautiful buttocks.

"Shut up, stop acting crazy... I won't allow you to use Mom's... for any design competitions... Waaah..." After I finished explaining my design ideas, Mom blushed deeply and gave me another scolding. However... her tone was completely out of character for her age; it sounded more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl coaxing her lover. I breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Mom would forgive me...

The next morning, Mom felt a burning pain in her anus after walking just a few steps. She limped around, too afraid to sit on any stool without cushions. She scolded me again while eating breakfast. I listened to Mom's endless nagging all day, not daring to utter a sound.

This went on for two days. Seeing that I endured her scolding without offering any explanation and even trying to please her, my mother's love finally overcame her anger, and she forgave me. Although she forgave me, she punished me by forbidding me from touching her for a week. However, that night, as I lay on her body, caressing her ample breasts with unusual tenderness, my mother, in the prime of her sexual desire, forcefully pressed my head down towards her genitals.

I used all my strength to make her clitoris engorged and erect with my tongue, and my mother's legs spread wide, wrapping tightly around my neck like tree roots, her delicate feet rubbing incessantly against my back. Amidst the shouts and curses of her little pervert and naughty son, her vaginal fluids gushed forth. At this moment, the pleasure of sex completely overwhelmed the shame of the agony her buttocks had endured two days prior…

Move your buttocks a little closer to me… Yes! Mommy is great!

Are you done yet? It's been over ten minutes.

Didn't Mommy used to play with me in this position for a long time? Why can't you last even ten minutes now?

You… if you keep being so lewd, Mommy will never be your lewd model again…

Ah? No, I won't say anything more, Mommy, just a little longer, it'll be over soon.

For several days in a row, I transformed my mother's round and alluring buttocks into various captivating lines from different angles and distances, then used my rich imagination to transform them into design sketches. The drawing paper I brought was almost used up, yet I continued to draw inspiration from my mother's figure.

Several times, I had to stop drawing, take out my swollen penis, and thrust it back and forth into my mother's vagina. Usually, my mother would be lying on the bed reading a book, her plump buttocks protruding for me to copy, always caught off guard by these sudden attacks.

The world's most alluring and sensual buttocks were captured in various poses on paper. I collected these materials on my laptop and designed a Qing Dynasty-style general's jar using 3D drawing software. Since my mother indirectly participated in the design, she also showed great interest. She sat beside me enthusiastically watching me work, occasionally pointing and offering suggestions based on her innate female aesthetic sense, and surprisingly, she even came up with quite a few good ideas.

A general's jar is a type of container, quite popular in the Qing Dynasty, mostly made of blue and white porcelain; those circulating in the market today are basically Qing Dynasty products.

Really? What do modern people use them to hold? Sugar, flour?

Hahaha! A jar incorporating the curves of my mother's beautiful buttocks to hold these things? That's incredibly naive, hahahaha! Before the laughter subsided, it earned me a beating from my mother. But her wide-eyed, hands-on-hips pose sparked a wild idea: Wait, I've been struggling to decide on the shape of the handle for this jar lid, and now I've got it!

What is it? Tell me! A woman's curiosity is always particularly strong, and she immediately showed excitement. "

Mom, quick, let me see your alluring chrysanthemum bud…

no, I'm so embarrassed…" Though hesitant, she still lifted her skirt, letting me lie between her legs for a good look. If… we slightly modified Mom's exceptionally delicate stamen, wouldn't it be perfect for embedding as a decorative handle on the top of the lid? Look at this anus, slightly sunken in the middle forming a small vortex, with raised edges and regularly arranged folds surrounding it. It would be so beautiful as a handle decoration. There

were so many similar flashes of inspiration. I kept revising my design until my mother strongly protested. Every time I found something I didn't like, I would strip her naked and study her body in detail. The more I studied, the more I felt that my mother's body was so outstanding, and then I couldn't help but pounce on her...

After my mother's numerous serious protests, I finally agreed to let the design be finalized and never changed again. With just over a week left before the submission deadline, my mother and I embarked on our journey home…

Our design was easily shortlisted. According to the rules, shortlisted works had to be manufactured into finished products by the sponsoring factory, based on the design drawings, and then auctioned off on the day of the awards ceremony, bringing the design competition to a successful close. Since it was the culmination of my mother's and my hard work, I went to the factory every few days, afraid they would burn my creation.

As the ancients said, "To strive is not to strive, and not to strive is to strive!" Through this design project, my mother and I spent a month together in a different city. Although there were brief, unpleasant incidents, our bond actually deepened. In my eyes, this was the greatest gain.

Forget about studying abroad, forget about competitions and trophies; all I care about is seeing our son's and my work come to fruition. Not long after, the organizing committee politely sent an invitation, insisting I attend the awards ceremony because my work had won the highest award—the Special Award in the Expert Group.

Honey, you absolutely have to come! Our child is so accomplished, hehe!

Of course, of course, I'll not only come, but I'll also invite all my friends. Haha, I knew it! My son was destined for greatness.

Mom excitedly called Dad, telling him he absolutely had to come. I could hear his excitement clearly on the phone even though I was right next to Mom. Hehe! Seeing how close you and Dad are, I really can't understand why you two got divorced? I teased my mother with a playful grin. "

Why are you saying that again, you silly child? I've told you before, your father and I are destined not to be husband and wife, but we're quite destined to be friends.

Look at you, so happy! I'm getting jealous!" "

Go away, you've given me everything, and you're still lying through your teeth."

On the day of the awards ceremony, my mother and I entered the exhibition hall early. The organizing committee insisted on arranging us in the front seats, saying it would be more convenient for us to go on stage to receive the award, reducing the emcee's waiting time, and they also double-checked to make sure I hadn't revealed that I had won the award. After everything was ready, people from various industries, including some government officials, filed in.

Originally, this competition was not a particularly grand event. When the organizing committee called to invite local celebrities, they were prepared that not many people would be willing to attend. However, they were surprised to receive unexpected responses, especially from business elites. Not only did they agree to participate, but they also promised to actively bid.

Some government officials also agreed to attend, which delighted the organizing committee. They revised the rules, making the awards ceremony a huge success, with various newspapers vying to report on it, making it a hot topic in the city in recent days.

Actually, I know the reason behind this. The government officials wouldn't dare say, but most of the business people were encouraged to attend by my father. I know my father; he has a lot of personal charm, knows many prominent figures in various industries, and is himself a business celebrity. "Dad! Here, Mom and I are here." I saw Dad and his wife enter and quickly greeted them. "

You're here so early? Hehe!" Dad patted my head and chatted excitedly with Mom, their conversation repeatedly revolving around my work. Finally, he apologized to his mother, saying he had to go and keep some friends he had invited company. I was very unhappy, but there was nothing I could do. My mother comforted me, saying I should understand my father. What kind of couple is this? They understand and forgive each other, yet they can't be together.

"Mom, our creation is about to be unveiled."

"What? Mommy doesn't dare take credit; you designed it all by yourself."

I wanted to joke a little, saying that without Mom's beautiful buttocks, this creation would never have existed. But there were so many people, and we were surrounded by people, so I had to suppress my jokes and concentrate on listening to what the emcee was saying. Next, the awards were presented in reverse order, starting with the Excellence Awards. My mother and I craned our necks to look at the jar in the center, covered with a piece of velvet.

Next, we were to unveil the highest award of the competition—the Special Award for Experts… A round of applause erupted, and the emcee slowly removed the velvet. Ah! My mother actually let out a soft cry of nervousness, her slender hand gripping mine tightly; I could clearly feel that her palm was covered in sweat.

This artwork, imbued with so much emotion, finally appeared on the stage. From a distance, it resembled a ripe apple, but with several faint, barely visible grooves around its edges. If these grooves were positioned directly in front of the eyes, the entire design would be a perfect replica of the mother's posture, her buttocks raised high in a very lewd manner.

Above the lid was a small chrysanthemum, not blooming outwards but rather retracted into the lid, with only its reflective, wrinkled edge rising above the lid's surface. Needless to say, this design was inspired by the shape of the mother's narrow, compact anus.

Looking at the jar and hearing the applause around us, tears streamed down my face—not tears of shame, but tears of joy. I held my mother's small hand and gently comforted her; both mother and son were immersed in happiness.

This is a Qing Dynasty-style general's jar. The maker's imagination is truly broad. While retaining the simple and solemn design style of the Qing Dynasty court, he uniquely and boldly distorted the lines of the jar's body. Look at these beautiful curves; they are elegant and generous, yet possess a vibrant modern charm. Most remarkably, it also has a primal, wild beauty…

The expert who gave the presentation was quite the talker, using all sorts of fancy vocabulary. However, I must admit that some of his metaphors were very close to my theme. Isn't sex just humanity's most primal desire? But then this expert got a little too excited, using a general's jar as a springboard for his interpretations, eventually bringing up Tang and Song dynasty poetry.

My mother couldn't help but laugh when he first commented on the curve of the jar, and as the expert's ramblings went further and further off track, she finally pulled out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably. Actually, I had wanted to laugh for a while too; it wasn't nearly as exaggerated as he made it out to be. The creation of this work was very simple: it was the result of a frenzied incestuous sexual act. I hadn't dared to laugh before because I was afraid my mother would scold me for being immature, but now that she had started, I couldn't help but want to crack a joke.

"Mom, did you hear that? Your butt is praised for its elegant, rustic, dignified, and generous shape, and also... well, it's full of primal, wild beauty..." I only realized today that Mom's butt has multiple functions. Not only can it make your own son thrust all the way in, again and again, but it can also serve as a mold for noble works of art, hehe...

I whispered in Mom's ear. Mom pinched my thigh hard while covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders trembled, tears streaming down her face. This caused the people sitting in front to frequently turn around and look at Mom in surprise, perhaps wondering why this woman, who seemed so well-dressed, was behaving so inappropriately. But I believe they would never find the answer, no matter how hard they tried.

The tedious explanation was finally over, and Mom finally stopped laughing, watching me go on stage to receive the certificate and 5,000 yuan prize with a deep, affectionate gaze. "I'll give you a good reward when we get home tonight, hee hee!" Mom said to me in a very teasing tone after I returned to my seat, even blowing a breath into my ear. At that moment, I wished I could press her down in the chair and enjoy it.

The atmosphere of the entire awards ceremony was pushed to a climax by the auction of the winning works. With many business celebrities in attendance, the bidding was extremely fierce. And that night, something happened that became headline news in various newspapers the next day: my "General's Jar," designed based on Mom's alluring buttocks, sold for a sky-high price of 80,000 yuan. This was naturally facilitated by Dad and his friend.

Your dad was so smug today, such a grown man and still so happy, really… When we got home, Mom and I hugged each other and soaked in the bathtub, talking non-stop about all the funny things that happened a few hours ago.

Mom, are you happy?

Of course, I'm ecstatic, especially when that expert was describing your lewd general's jar.

Haha! I almost laughed myself to death. But… that's not some lewd work of art, it's Mom's body, the most captivating lines in the world.

Oh dear, you won't even leave me alone in this small bathtub?

Of course, didn't Mom promise to reward me well tonight?

Hmph, I knew you'd remember this. Hurry up and get a shower. If you want... you should at least take Mommy to bed...

While I can't say I've achieved great success, at least my work has gone smoothly. What's rare is having a beautiful, sexy, and loving mother like me, wrapping her shapely, full legs around my waist, using every muscle in her body to please my thrusting penis—an extra reward for my big win today.

Oh... be gentle. Tomorrow we have a celebration party your dad's throwing for you. Get some rest, okay...?

I don't care, Mommy promised to let me enjoy myself tonight. Besides, when hasn't Mommy had enough fun at night and been full of energy the next day... hehe!

Ah... you little rascal, Mommy's legs are sore, sweetie! "Put it down, okay... Ahh...

Twist your ass even more lewdly, mmm! Just like that, Mom's body is so beautiful."

We made love almost until midnight. Taking advantage of my youth and strength, I ejaculated freely into Mom's breasts, vagina, and rectum until my penis could no longer stand up. Then it remained inside Mom's body, the place that had carried me for nearly ten months, and we slept like that until dawn. "

Get up, you lazybones... The sun's already shining on your ass..." Mom pulled back the covers and gave me a good scolding. "

What? It's only three o'clock, the banquet is still a long way off!"

Tonight is a party your dad's throwing just for you! Get up and get ready, don't embarrass him. Mom's going to the beauty salon, she'll be back soon…

A well-known Western restaurant in the city is especially lively today, with all sorts of luxury cars parked outside. This restaurant has a special meaning for me. Dad celebrated my promotion here last time, and today it's much grander, the entire second floor is booked, with two long tables filled with cold dishes, barbecue, and all kinds of drinks and snacks.

After Dad's celebration last time, I got my mom, whom I've been longing for. What about this time? What will they bring me this time...? There's a raised platform directly in front of the restaurant, with the general's jar I designed on it. To my shame, I still don't know who bought it; I'll probably have to ask my dad later to thank his friend for his enthusiastic support. The champagne was opened amidst applause, signaling the official start of tonight's buffet.

My mother was the most beautiful woman there today. As I expected, after last night's passionate encounter, her skin was fair and smooth, and she looked incredibly vibrant. Her stunning outfit was simply breathtaking.

The black evening gown exuded elegance and grace, hugging her beautifully curved figure, with most of her arm exposed—sexy without being vulgar. The long gown trailed to her ankles, with a slit on one side reaching her wasp waist, revealing a glimpse of her long, slender, snow-white leg with every step.

A designer necklace adorned her neck, her long, glossy black hair was styled in a bun, and her delicately manicured hands carried a small handbag. As I gracefully walked through the crowd, I immediately attracted countless glances, some of which were undoubtedly malicious.

Actually, I was dressed quite smartly today, wearing a stiff-collared shirt and a little black dress that complemented my mother's perfectly. I also wore a pretty dark red and white polka-dot bow tie, but unfortunately, my mother stole the show.

My father kept introducing me to his friends, occasionally boasting about me, which made me blush and pale. Several times I turned back to look at my mother for help, but she just stood there holding a small wine glass, looking at me with a mischievous smile, refusing to come over to help me out.

It seems I'm just not cut out for socializing. I was sweating buckets throughout the banquet, my lips aching from the forced smiles. Unexpectedly, it was Li Qiuyu, the daughter of the director of the Cultural Bureau, the haughty girl with whom I had a brief romance, who came to my rescue.

When my father saw that Xiaoyu knew me, and that she greeted me with such familiarity, he burst into laughter again: "So you two know each other? Good, good, good. Then you young people go have fun, you don't need to keep your father company..."

As soon as he finished speaking, I quickly escaped from my father and his friends' encirclement. Oh! Freedom. Actually, I also went to the awards ceremony yesterday, intending to congratulate you in person, but I couldn't find you. Xiaoyu, the girl I once pursued so desperately, smiled gently like a delicate flower.

I saw Uncle yesterday, but I didn't expect to see you here too, haha!

I think you've changed a lot, much more cheerful than before, and you exude confidence.

Really? I don't think so. Chatting casually with Xiaoyu, I noticed my mother's eyes were wide open, clearly revealing a strong sense of jealousy. Remembering how she hadn't helped me earlier, I mischievously chatted with Xiaoyu even more enthusiastically.

My mother gritted her teeth in anger, silently walking over, always keeping about two meters away from me, eavesdropping on our conversation. Since Xiaoyu had never visited our home, she didn't know that the radiant beauty next door was my mother, and of course, she had no idea that I was practically constantly thrusting into her beautiful body. So she didn't mind and continued chatting happily about our recent situations.

The buffet wasn't all night; it was 10:00 PM, time to leave. "It's been so long! Let me invite you for coffee later!" Xiaoyu invited me.

I saw my mother's pupils contract rapidly, revealing a hint of hostility. I'd neglected her for too long, and I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings further, so I quickly declined: "Ah! It would be an honor, but I think another day. I'm too tired today. I'll call you when I'm free."

Xiaoyu nodded, somewhat incredulous that I, who used to treat her like a princess, would give up this opportunity.

"Who's that vixen?" she shouted fiercely as soon as my mother and I got into the car.

"You overheard what we were saying, my old friend? We were just chatting about ordinary things." I tilted my head and chuckled to myself as I looked at my mother. "

Where did I overhear?

Hehe! Don't pretend, I didn't blame you for eavesdropping. Don't worry, Mom, apart from you, any other woman is like air in front of me now. Are you relieved now?"

My mother had also heard me reject Xiaoyu's date earlier, and now that I had confessed my feelings, she was even more relieved, her fingers shyly fiddling with the hem of her clothes. I glanced at my shy mother, then at my gradually swollen lower body, shook my head, and started the car...

How was it? Tired today? When I got home, my back and legs ached, and my mother took out a handkerchief and wiped my forehead.

It's alright, but it would be even better if Mom could come over more often tonight to help me out.

Huh! You're the star of the show today, what am I supposed to help you out of?

As my wife, seeing how awkward I am with social situations, of course I have to lend a hand.

Correcting your earlier mistake, I'm not your wife, I'm your biological mother. Hehe…

Wrong! She's both my greatest mother and my most beloved wife. For mothers and sons, this is a complex issue that will never have a single conclusion. Instead of wasting time debating, let's enjoy ourselves…

I lifted my mother's beautiful little feet to my chest and kissed them. Her legs, which get weekly treatments, are incredibly alluring; from the thighs to her slender toes, there's not a single flaw. My skin, irritated by special chemicals for years, has rendered my hair follicles ineffective; it's smooth and white, with no resistance when touched. My mother's long, beautiful legs and well-maintained body seem capable of arousing my lust at any moment.

Mom, you look absolutely gorgeous today. Even while the party was in progress, I couldn't resist wanting to fuck you from behind…

You little pervert, didn't I just suck you for ages in the car? Pushing so hard down my throat, not showing any tenderness to your mother, hmph…

But Mom looks so stunning today, oh! I can't resist anymore… Let's finish what we were doing earlier, shall we? Hehe! Ugh

! Mom hasn't even taken off her makeup yet.

No need, I'll remove it for you right now. Then, one by one, Mom's evening gown, stockings, bra, and panties were thrown to the ground. Isn't removing makeup just washing away cosmetics with ionized water? I can do it with my tongue, and even more thoroughly.

My lips slid from Mom's forehead to her breasts, then her flat stomach, her full thighs, until I took her ten glistening, delicate toes into my mouth. Then I turned Mom over and licked from her rosy soles down her protruding, sexy buttocks to her smooth, white, bare back.

After I kissed Mom's entire snow-white body, her juices flowed from her alluring slits. Less than a day had passed since our last lovemaking, and my penis was still as hard as ever, yearning to enter that alluring forbidden land…

I straddled my mother’s buttocks, skillfully thrusting my penis deep inside from behind. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with my mother’s body; the pleasure of my penis thrusting rapidly inside her was more stimulating than with any other woman, even though I hadn’t slept with many women besides my mother…

…Ah…so good, you debt collector, I must have owed you a lot of love in my past life, and I’m repaying it with my body in this life…Ah…so wonderful…

Under my barrage of thrusts, both bodies briefly convulsed before reaching orgasm simultaneously. I was so familiar with my mother’s body that controlling the rhythm was no longer too difficult for me. Just as my mother could sense my level of excitement from my eyes or subtle movements, I could tell her level of satisfaction from her moans or tense toes. "

Mommy has something serious to tell you, okay?"

"Okay, I'm listening!" I touched my mother's sexy body lying on my chest. Her orgasm must not have completely subsided; I could clearly feel the still-hot temperature of her skin where my palm touched. This indicated that the owner of that skin had just been completely absorbed in the waves of sex. "

How come that jar of yours sold for 80,000 yuan?"

It's not worth that price at all. It was just Dad and his friends bidding against each other that drove the price up. The highest price ever paid for a late Qing Dynasty general's jar in China is only a little over 20,000 yuan. My jar, if auctioned normally,

would probably only fetch three or four thousand yuan! Oh! No wonder. But three or four thousand yuan isn't bad. Mom's beauty salon only sells a monthly pass for a few hundred yuan.

What's wrong, Mom? Are you feeling a little unfair? Haha!

There's a certain appeal to it. I don't think you really put in much effort! You just casually burn a lump of clay and it turns into money.

That's because Mom's body is so sexy, so alluring; otherwise, I wouldn't have any inspiration.

Mom seemed preoccupied, and then she didn't say anything more. I could sense she was pondering something. Then my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I once had a very selfish and despicable thought: that because I was young and strong, and Mom was getting older, she might not be able to satisfy my intense desire for her. But as it turns out, that thought was completely unnecessary.

In my memory, aside from that time in the wild when I almost brought my mother to a standstill, every other time we had sex, if it was high-quality, I was always the one exhausted like a dog. And after her orgasm, my mother would often still be enthusiastically caressing my penis for half a day, and the next day, she always recovered her energy faster than me. Tonight was no different. As my mother pondered, my mind grew increasingly hazy, and I soon drifted off to sleep…

After that night, our lives completely changed, or rather, we began living a different kind of fast-paced life. My mother thought about it all night and decided to persuade me to support her in opening a physical business—a ceramics business. From the moment she began her unhurried explanation, my eyes were wide open.

Money? Management? Venue? Technicians? Don't listen to the newspapers' hype. All that computer-controlled temperature stuff is nonsense. The firing of ceramic products now relies entirely on the experience of skilled workers. Mom, you need to think this through. This isn't like wholesaling things and reselling them to make money. Controlling the technology and experience is quite difficult… I don't mean to discourage you, but I have to explain the worst-case scenario to her.

Mom's thought it over. As for money, we still have savings. Your grandma originally left you for buying a house and getting married, but now… hehe! I don't think we need them anymore. We can sell that beauty salon again, and if that's still not enough, I can borrow from your grandma. As for management experience, your dad will definitely help us. The venue? I've thought about it; we'll set it up in our hometown. As for the technology… cough cough… don’t we have a designer at home?

I carefully considered what my mother said, and it made some sense, but it also seemed inappropriate; everything seemed too simplistic. However, I have absolutely no interest in doing business, so I’ve never paid attention to what aspects of starting a company require. Now, it seems I can’t give my mother any authoritative advice. What should I do?

I think… I should let my father make a decision.

Okay, I’ll schedule a time to talk to him now.

Around dusk, I received a call from my mother, asking me to wait for her at the restaurant downstairs. She really wasn’t in the mood to cook today, so we’d eat out. From my mother’s tone, I was surprised to realize that my father definitely supported her plan. Sure enough, Mom excitedly explained the general plan to me after seeing me. To be honest, I didn't fully understand.

Your dad said we don't need to worry about sales. He'll send some young and experienced managers to register a joint venture company specifically for sales. We, mother and son, just need to focus on producing top-notch products.

Wait, is Dad investing too? How much? Who's the boss between you two?

Your dad is just appointing some senior sales managers and salespeople. These managers will contribute their technical shares and own a portion of the shares. Their salaries will also be paid by your dad's company. Hehe, Mom will be the chairperson…

Ah! Dad's really shrewd. He sends a few managers over without spending a penny and expects to enjoy the sales profits. Heh!

What do you know? As the old saying goes, even close brothers keep clear accounts. In business, who will genuinely help you without mutual benefit? Besides, your mom knows nothing about company management. Inviting a management team with 10% of the profits is perfectly fair.

Actually, I was just joking. I firmly believe Dad wouldn't be that heartless. He's doing this to systematize everything, making the cooperation more sustainable. Moreover, Dad's social connections and his company's existing sales network are an immeasurable asset. Taking only 10% of the shares is clearly a loss.

That night, my mother was so excited she couldn't sleep. The next day, my mother and I started preparing for our new company with top efficiency. First, I submitted my resignation and poached two employees from the design studio.

Then, I repeatedly persuaded my art professor from university. Through various efforts, and with his wife playing a crucial role, I finally managed to get him to join us as our art consultant with an annual salary of 100,000 yuan. This would ensure the quality of the designs to a certain extent. Next, we recruited people everywhere, gathering some operational workers with practical experience.

My mother's progress was also unexpectedly smooth. Her hometown was remote, and although the villagers were not poor, there was a large surplus of labor. The township government was naturally overjoyed to hear that someone wanted to invest in building a factory. After the report was submitted, the mother's overseas connections caught the government's attention. They decided to use the mother's project as a model to promote it and attract foreign investment in the future, offering many preferential policies in land approval, taxes, and other areas. The

normally cumbersome process was surprisingly completed in a single morning, with the necessary documents, such as the business license and construction permit, obtained. This rapid efficiency aroused the great interest of the provincial newspaper, as the central government had just issued a document instructing governments at all levels to improve their work efficiency.

The newspaper reported on the event the following day and continued to follow up on the company's affairs for the next few days. My mother later told me with unusual pride that my father laughed for a full minute after hearing this, saying that these reports were worth at least 200,000 yuan in advertising fees.

I have to admire my mother's luck. I know that her choice to build a factory in her hometown was mostly driven by nostalgia, but this choice brought unexpected benefits. The design studio was the first to start working, whether as a warm-up or to test the team's cooperation, my colleagues and I worked hard. After producing the first batch of design drawings, my mother and I immediately asked the production department, which was not yet fully operational, to try to produce some samples.

The base of each handicraft was printed with the words "Made by Mingxin." My name contains the character "Ming," and my mother's name contains the character "Xin." This is both our product logo and the name of our company.

After the samples were produced, Mom did something very strange. The sales staff Dad had assigned, whose salaries weren't supposed to be paid by our company, were still paid extra according to their job titles – meaning they received double pay.

I didn't approve of this, but I couldn't help it; Mom was the chairperson, and power was absolute, even though she was often as docile as a lamb to the slaughter at night. Besides, few could persuade Mom of her stubbornness, inherited from Grandma…

As it turned out, this seemingly frivolous action quickly generated incredible momentum in the sales department, which neither Mom nor I were good at managing. The production department is still working day and night, and only a few functions are currently available, but sales orders are pouring in.

I have to admit that my mother has an unexpected talent for business. Since our factory isn't operating at 100% capacity, but we still have to fulfill orders, I had to pay processing fees to temporarily outsource some of our products to other manufacturers.

Days passed one after another, and my mother, like a professional woman, shuttled between the factory in our hometown and the distribution points in the city. She paid even more attention to maintaining her figure and skin; as she took on this role more deeply, my already charming mother now possessed an added air of competence and cool elegance.

I like her current role. Normally, she's a beautiful, elegant, and respected chairwoman, but at night in bed, she and I make love in all sorts of lewd positions, with countless variations. Many of these positions are too embarrassing for us to talk about, so we often use gestures or eye contact to hint at them: "Your legs should be here," "Your buttocks should stick out a little more, it will be more stimulating for me..." This contrast is quite nice. It's been almost a year since I started sleeping with my mother, but we still maintain a high level of sexual interest.

Six months later...

I won't say too many words of thanks. The moment I received my business license, I also doubted how far this company could go. However, today's events have proven everything; we have truly succeeded. Mingxin Company's success today is inseparable from the hard work of all the employees present. Thank you for everything you've done. Tonight, I've prepared a small token of my appreciation, which will be distributed to you soon. It's not much, but it's my token of gratitude…

The beautiful woman on stage wore an elegant white cheongsam, her thick hair neatly gathered behind her head, and her face lightly made up. The slit in her cheongsam was just right, neither too high nor too low, perfectly revealing her full, shapely calves and rounded knees. Her beautiful legs, encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, were alluring.

Her slightly upturned, full buttocks were alluring, and countless men had harbored desires to rape this aloof and noble beauty. Yet, of all these men, I was the luckiest, not only fantasizing but also actually possessing her entire body and hearing her ecstatic moans.

My mother finished her speech and walked gracefully towards me amidst enthusiastic applause. This event, organized at the New Year's gathering, held profound significance for us, mother and son. I stared at my mother's flat stomach; according to our calculations, the fetus should be fully formed in a few months.

Soon, I would continue to run our jointly owned company as the managing director, while my mother would completely retire to the home to nurture the fruit of our illicit love. In the near future, my mother's identity would become increasingly bizarre—Mother? My beloved wife? My boss? Maybe both…

We bought that general's jar, designed based on my mother's most sensual feature, and placed it in the bedroom as a symbol. I touched its outline; the feeling was so familiar. Usually, after a person has a career, love, and dreams, they become very lonely, so lonely that they wish for a mischievous child to torment their nerves. You could say that my mother's decision to have a child for me was entirely thanks to this jar.

Be gentle, don't scare him/her…

Hmm! No, Mom has never liked me touching that.

It's okay, I know you really want Mom's body, right? It's amazing you could endure two months. But we made it clear beforehand, no more using the same force as last time back home, or Mom won't listen...

Okay! I carefully pried open Mom's tender anus with my left hand, squeezed the syringe into her narrow, tight anus, and gently pushed with my thumb. About 100 milliliters of analgesic, lubricating, and disinfectant oily liquid slowly flowed into her bright red intestines.

As soon as the syringe was pulled out, Mom unconsciously contracted her anal muscles, and a trickle of liquid slid out of her anus. I gently smeared the liquid onto her beautiful opening with the head of my penis…

inch by inch, the head of my penis slid into my mother's rectum. A burning sensation enveloped my penis as I slowly and carefully pushed in, feeling its hardness increase at an astonishing rate. Ah… ah… my mother moaned softly, and my penis was finally fully inserted into her rectum.

Ugh! So big, it's swelling up… My mother turned to look at me, her coquettish expression sending a shiver down my spine. Normally, I would definitely be thrusting hard, experiencing the unique pleasure of being with my mother. But I held back, because my child was already inside my mother's uterus. "

Mom, does it hurt?" I leaned down and asked tenderly.

Thankfully, the soreness and swelling were nothing to worry about.

I really wanted to lie on top of her and give her a deep kiss, but I kept reminding myself that my mother's lower abdomen absolutely couldn't bear my weight at this moment. I

straightened up and knelt again, tilting my head to check the pillow under my mother's buttocks to make sure that this position wouldn't put pressure on her lower abdomen. I lifted my mother's long, slender, fair legs and placed them on my shoulders, and with a slight exertion of my waist, my penis began my tireless piston-like movements inside my mother's anus.

The lubricant mixed with a little aphrodisiac had a certain stimulating effect in my mother's intestines, and I could feel that the thrusting of my penis was relatively smooth. Today's movements were exceptionally gentle, and Mom tried her best to relax her body so I could enjoy this delicious meat feast that I hadn't tasted in a long time.

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