Mother's Diary Side Story

(I)

Every night before bed, I would take out my secret diary from the drawer of my desk and write down my thoughts. Ever since my mother gave me this diary for my birthday last year, the time for our year-old promise was almost up, and I felt both anticipation and anxiety.

At that time, my mother said to me cryptically: "Child, you've grown up. There are some things that I know you might not tell me. So I gave you this diary. If you can write down what you think every day and keep at it, a year later, I will read your diary. Whatever your wish is, I will definitely make it come true." Also, remember, Mom decided to divorce your dad last month, all for your sake. Don't ask why yet; Mom will tell you everything this time next year.

I was always curious why Mom kept begging to divorce Dad. Her explanation only fueled my curiosity, but she wouldn't reveal the reason, insisting on telling me a year later.

However, since that day, the changes in my interactions and relationship with Mom have given me a vague, whimsical idea. Slowly, I started writing down my thoughts in my diary every day. I decided to take a gamble and see if my wild ideas were true.

Since my parents divorced last year, it's just my mom and me taking care of each other. When my dad was alive, we didn't have much time or space to spend together. After their divorce, I realized that my mom and I couldn't live without each other. From then on, my mom focused all her energy on taking care of me, and I understood to some extent that I was her last support. And I also realized that I couldn't live without my mom.

The day after my mom gave me a diary, I bought one and gave it to her in return.

"Mom, I'll give you a diary too. I'll write in it too. A year later, we'll exchange diaries. If Mom has any wishes she wants me to fulfill, I'll definitely do them for her." "

My child, you're so thoughtful. Mom is so happy. You're so filial. Mom loves you."

Mom hugged me tightly, crying with emotion. "

Mom, I love you too." I couldn't help but kiss Mom's cheek to show my affection.

"My child…think carefully…what to write in your diary, remember! Whatever you want, Mom…will give it to you." Mom looked up to kiss me back, but I accidentally turned my cheek slightly, and her kiss landed on my lips.

Although my mother only touched me briefly and left, that instant stirred something within me. The natural expression of motherly affection suddenly stirred something strange within me. My mother seemed to sense this as well, turning her head away somewhat awkwardly.

In another month, it will be a year, and I feel both anticipation and trepidation, wondering how my mother will react to what I've written in my diary. Perhaps I'm still reeling from my mother's words last year ("Remember! Whatever you want, Mom... will give you."). Her slightly shy expression then has been replaying in my mind all year. What is my mother thinking?

Although I tried to dismiss these strange thoughts, the various situations we encountered in our daily lives over the past year truly compelled me to write down my true feelings in my diary.

Actually, while writing in my diary each day, I also really wanted to see what my mother had written. But my mother had hidden the diary somewhere; no matter how much I searched the house, I couldn't find it.

That evening, I came home.

Mom! I'm home. Mom…

I heard the noise of the range hood coming from the kitchen; Mom was probably in the kitchen!

I went straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, Mom was busy cooking.

Mom! I deliberately hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck.

Ah! "You're back!" I was startled.

We've grown much closer over the past year, and we often don't shy away from intimate gestures.

"Wow, Mom, you're dressed so beautifully while cooking! Are you going on a date?" I noticed Mom was wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with lace trim. "

Yes! Mom's going on a date with a handsome guy later.

" ...Seeing how serious Mom was, a sudden pang of jealousy rose within me.

"So?" Mom turned around, a teasing expression on her face, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"No!" I said.

"Okay then!" ...If this handsome guy says no, then...yes,

yes, yes... I knew Mom was joking.

"Hehe...look how anxious you are, afraid Mom'll run off with someone?

" "Yes!" I hugged Mom tighter, deliberately acting coquettish.

"Okay! Okay! You're going to break my bones!"

"Mom, seriously, you look so beautiful today!"

"Hehe, really? It's even prettier underneath, want to see?"

Over the past year, Mom has gotten used to saying things to me without any restraint.

"Sure! A beautiful woman in front of you, only a fool wouldn't look." "Not

so easy!" Mom gently pushed me away and turned off the range hood. "What's so strange about that?

I could guess what Mom's underwear is today."

"Oh! Then tell me."

"Hmm! What if I guess right?" "If

you guess right, you can see as much as you want." "

Okay, Mom's wearing a light purple dress today, so her underwear… should be too." "

Wrong!"

"Well...

you only have one chance, no more guessing."

"Heh, if I guess right, Mom can cheat, since I can't see it anyway." "

Okay, since you say so, guess three times, two more chances."

"Hmm... the black bikini set."

"Wrong! "

"Then... the white one with lace cutouts."

"Wait! How do you know so much about Mom's underwear?" "You... you

're wrong! Mom hangs her underwear out to dry like a scattering of flags every day. I bet even the old lady across the street knows.

" "Oh... I see, but it's still wrong."

"Hmph! You're the one who said it. So tell me, what color is it?"

"Pink."

"Liar! You don't have any pink ones." "

I'm not lying, Mom just bought them today." "

Today? Who could guess that?" "I don't believe you."

"I'll change tonight, you can see for yourself in the laundry basket."

"No, I want to see now."

"Well… okay, I'll make you admit it."

Mom said, lifting her skirt up to her waist, revealing a pink lace bikini panty.

...Although I'd accidentally seen Mom changing clothes many times, this was the first time she'd let me see her lower body so willingly. I stared, stunned, at the dark shadow of pubic hair at the base of her panty. "

So? Mom wasn't lying, was she?" Mom spoke, her skirt still up, as if she really wanted me to see everything.

"Yes…yes…no…Mom wasn't lying to me." I stammered. "

Oh, still shy!" "Have you seen enough? Ah... I've been tricked."

Mom seemed to suddenly realize something and lowered her skirt. "

You were the one who wanted to show it to them.

Humph, you took advantage and now you complain."

Mom, to be honest, you're so beautiful, I'm really worried.

Worried Mom'll run off with someone? Don't worry, Mom'll only run off with you, a handsome guy.

Really?

I'm kidding. Mom made a playful face, like a little girl.

(II)

After this incident, Mom became even less reserved about her clothing at home. The next day, as soon as I got home, I saw Mom slipping into the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties.

I thought Mom was just home alone, so she wasn't wearing much, but when she came out of the bathroom a little while later, she was still only wearing white lace lingerie.

Are you hungry? Mom asked naturally.

I'm... okay. I felt a little uncomfortable.

See! "This is the one you mentioned yesterday, isn't it pretty?"

"So...so beautiful, Mom, you're so sexy."

"Hehe...taking advantage of Mom. "

"You always are! Mom is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." " You

're so cheeky." Mom was clearly quite happy to receive my compliment. "

Why didn't you kiss Mom today?" Mom said, leaning her cheek closer.

*Swoosh!* I couldn't help but kiss Mom as usual. I also wanted to hug her as usual, but today Mom was almost naked, and I hesitated a little awkwardly. "

Come here!" Mom seemed to know how I felt, and proactively opened her arms, wanting me to hug her.

I didn't hesitate any longer and hugged Mom tightly.

This was the first time I had ever touched my mother's skin. Her smooth body aroused me. But then she wrapped her arms around me, and I couldn't let go.

We seemed to have an unspoken understanding; we suddenly fell silent and just held each other tightly. The scent of her body and hair made me instantly aroused. I could feel it pressing against her lower abdomen through her pants.

I think she must have sensed my change, but she didn't seem inclined to let go. Instead, she pressed her face against my chest.

I was completely bewildered. Through the thin lace bra, my mother's breasts pressed tightly against my body, and my lower body was already throbbing. "

Mmm...you naughty boy," my mother said, lifting her head and giving a soft, coquettish sound.

"Mom...I'm truly intoxicated. The body I've longed for for a year is now in my arms." I was overcome with emotion and hugged my mother even tighter.

Then, my mother suddenly and gently closed her eyes, a scene like a lovers' kiss on television. I hesitated again. What did my mother mean? Did she want me to kiss her? I still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

At that moment, Mom slightly opened her eyes, and our eyes met. Seeing her gaze, I didn't hesitate. I slowly lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers.

Hee… But then Mom suddenly turned her head away and gently released me.

I felt a little lost. "

Let's eat first!" Mom said, turning and going into the kitchen.

I watched Mom's buttocks, tightly encased in her panties, swaying from side to side, and felt an urge to go over and hug her one more time.

A while later, Mom brought out a plate of food, but I was still standing listlessly in the living room.

My mother avoided my gaze and went back into the kitchen. This time, she stayed inside for a long time without coming out, so I followed her.

I saw her leaning against the sink, her back to me, lost in thought. I looked again at the allure of her semi-transparent thong behind her, and I couldn't resist any longer. I hugged her from behind again.

My mother didn't seem surprised and obediently let me hug her.

I only dared to place my hands under her bra. Then, she gently took my hand and moved it upwards. I touched her bra but didn't dare go any further.

My mother then simply held my hand and pressed my entire palm against her breasts.

My heart pounded. My mother's encouragement stopped me from overthinking. I cupped her breasts in my hands and began to knead them, pressing my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her fragrant pink skin.

"Mmm..." my mother murmured softly. Emboldened, I kneaded her breasts even harder.

Then, my mother turned around, glanced at me, and closed her eyes again.

Without hesitation, I kissed her lips.

"Mmm..." My mother didn't resist, allowing me to kiss her lips.

I was incredibly excited, greedily sucking on my mother's lips, unwilling to let go.

The kiss lasted a long time. Mom took the initiative and extended her tongue. I sucked hard, and Mom sucked on my lips. At that moment, we kissed passionately like lovers who had been in love for a long time. "

Mmm...okay! Have you kissed enough?"...Mom suddenly pulled away and turned around.

"...Mom..." I stood behind Mom, feeling a little flustered. "

Okay! Let's eat." Mom changed the subject and took another plate of food out of the kitchen.

At the dinner table, we, mother and son, ate in silence, heads down.

Finally, Mom spoke first.

"Child...how's your diary...

Mom, don't worry, you'll know in a few days. I listened to you and didn't slack off."

Well…that's good.

And you, Mom? Do you write in your diary every day?

Of course, you…you'll see when you read it…

Mom…seriously, where do you keep your diary? I haven't seen it at all!

Hehe…you little devil, trying to peek at Mom's diary?

It would be a lie to say I don't want to. I…I'm afraid…afraid that I can't do what Mom wants me to do.

Don't worry! You absolutely can, and…and maybe…maybe it's something you want to do every day.

How would Mom know what I want to do? Could it be…thinking about the contents of my diary over the past year, I can't help but worry, what if…what if I get it wrong, then it'll be truly disastrous.

What are you thinking? Mom wouldn't peek at your diary. Mom means, I can guess what you're thinking.

Okay! Mom, tell me, what am I thinking?

"You...you want...oh well, you'll see!" Mom suddenly blushed again.

After the experience of kissing Mom in the kitchen that day, she didn't seem to mind me kissing her lips again. The next morning before I left, I kissed her as usual.

This time, Mom didn't lean in with her cheek, but with her whole body. I hesitated for a moment before pressing my lips to hers. Mom accepted it naturally, and I unceremoniously pulled her into a hug and gave her another passionate kiss. "

Hmm...okay...okay! You're being greedy so early in the morning, what will become of you in the future?"

Hearing the word "future" seemed to encourage me even more, and I felt inexplicably excited.

I held my mother's hand and secretly slipped it down through her see-through nightgown, lightly tugging at her white lace panties before letting go. "

You little rascal, taking advantage of Mom again!" Mom smiled mischievously.

"Hehe... Mom, I'm going to class." I left with a heart full of excitement.

That evening, I rushed home, eager to get back. I deliberately opened the door quietly, searching for my mother as soon as I entered.

I tiptoed to my mother's bedroom door and peeked inside. I saw her taking off her underwear; she was completely naked. From the side, I could only see her breasts, high and swaying. There were

many different sets of underwear on her bed. She picked them up one by one and tried them on, seemingly hesitating about which one to wear.

After a while, she seemed to decide, pulling on a red fishnet thong. Then, she hesitated when she picked up a bra, didn't put it on, and put it back. She then put on a white, sheer nightgown that contrasted sharply with the red, and then put all the underwear away.

I was even happier. The scene was like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to come home from work, dressed in a provocative outfit.

I hid outside the door silently.

After Mom finished dressing, she came out humming a song. I suddenly hugged her from behind.

Ah… Mom was startled.

Mom, I'm home.

You… Whew… You scared me to death… You're so naughty… Mom turned around, raised her little hand and lightly punched me. I grabbed it and hugged her tightly.

Whether I'm a glutton or not, Mom will know after she eats. I kissed Mom's lips fiercely.

Mmm… Mmm… Mmm… Mom responded obediently and quickly put her tongue into my mouth and started sucking.

A passionate kiss lasted a full five minutes, and my lower body was already reacting uncontrollably.

My mother seemed to be holding me even more fiercely than I was, my lower body pressed against her lower abdomen—it felt wonderful.

A moment later, I secretly lifted my mother's white sheer nightgown with both hands, slipping them inside to touch her red panties. I don't know if my mother noticed or if she didn't object.

I went further, rubbing my hands against my mother's full buttocks through her panties. At this point, my mother certainly wasn't oblivious.

Mmm…oh…my mother's lips were still pressed against mine, without any reaction.

I boldly slipped my hand inside the lace trim of my mother's panties, firmly touching her buttocks. Not satisfied, I then ran my fingers along the cleft of her buttocks.

Perhaps she was too sensitive, for my mother abruptly released me.

"Hmph…you little devil…you're getting…too much…" My mother took a step back.

At that moment, I clearly saw my mother's unbraced breasts, rising and falling with her breath, the nipples clearly visible. I was stunned.

"Little…you little devil…what are you looking at?" My mother lowered her head, following my gaze.

I…I really wanted to devour my mother.

"Heh…really? How do you want to eat her?" my mother said provocatively.

First, peel it off! Without warning, I lifted the transparent nightgown covering my mother's body to the left and right.

It was just a playful test, but the silk nightgown slid down her shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving her in only a short, narrow red thong, her breasts fully exposed before my eyes.

My mother, caught off guard by my sudden action, didn't try to cover herself.

We stood there stunned for a moment.

(III)

Finally, my mother covered her breasts with her hands, bent down to pick up her nightgown, but walked back to her room without a word.

This worried me. I followed her into the room, where she sat on the bed, still silent.

"Mom...

Mom..." I called her several times before she finally spoke.

"Sigh! Child, you..." Mom turned around and rested her face against my chest. "

Mom...

Child! You really haven't read my diary?"

"Mom, no, who knows where you hid it?"

"Sigh! You're so silly! It's right here, so far away. Go find it yourself, and we'll talk about it later."

Mom said, getting up and leaving the room.

I followed her out, but Mom actually went into my room.

Mom approached my desk, opened the first drawer, and my diary was at the bottom of the back drawer. "

Your diary is in there, isn't it?"

Wow! So...Mom lied, Mom secretly read my diary.

"Mom didn't lie to you. Although I knew your diary was here, I've never opened it. I promised you I'd look at it in a year, and I won't break my promise."

Mom opened the second drawer. "

Look inside!"

I pulled the drawer all the way out and looked inside. There it was—Mom's diary! So far away, yet so close! The thing I'd been looking for for almost a year was right here.

This…

I'm so stupid! Everything Mom wrote every day is here, and you couldn't find it.

I reached in and took out the diary I'd given Mom. "

Mom… do you want me to see it?" "But…

your birthday isn't until next week. I only said I'd look at it on your birthday, I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it!" Silly boy.

I couldn't wait to open it.

Wait! "Take your time reading, Mom's going back to her room first. Come find me in an hour, okay?"

Mom said, then turned and left.

As I turned the pages, my heart pounded wildly. From the day I gave my mother the diary, it said: "

My child, this is your mother's love diary. Let me tell you why I divorced your father. When you were eighteen, I noticed that your feelings for me were different. You liked to stare at my body blankly. Several times, you peeked at me taking a shower through the bathroom window, then went back to your room to take my underwear and masturbate on it, ejaculating on it before putting it back in the laundry basket. I saw it all."

At first, Mom was surprised, but strangely enough, after a while, she actually started to look forward to you doing this. She would often deliberately put clean panties where you could easily reach them, and after you finished using them, Mom would like to wear the panties stained with your semen. Mom couldn't believe she was doing this, but perhaps it's truly a mother's heart connecting with her child! Mom found herself slowly anticipating your hugs; Mom liked the feeling of your body touching her.

Each time, it filled Mom with inappropriate fantasies. Several times, Mom dreamed that you and Mom were embracing, kissing, and loving each other like lovers. These dreams always excite and satisfy me, and slowly I've come to want to have an incestuous relationship with you, my dear son. This feeling is becoming more and more irresistible to me. I can't take it anymore. I want to make this dream come true. So, I keep asking for a divorce and to stop sleeping in the same bed with your father.

Finally, your father couldn't take it anymore and agreed. Mom was so excited and nervous, but I didn't dare to be too bold and say it outright. I needed time, so I gave you this diary first, and then I'll use a year to hint at it to you. I've decided that if you ask for sex or making love with me in your diary, I will agree without hesitation. Because that's a scene that has often happened in my dreams for years, and I want it to come true.

Since you also gave me this diary, I'll tell you what's in my heart. No matter which day you see my diary, I'll be waiting in my room. Every night, I'm waiting for you to hug me and caress me. My body is always yours.

Seeing my mother's diary entry from the very first day, filled with such a blatant confession, I was both excited and impulsive, wanting to rush into her room immediately. But I resisted my promise to wait an hour, so I continued reading. Almost every day in my mother's diary, she was expressing her overflowing love for her son. I came to the entry for May 20th, which read:

My dear son, why aren't you coming to hug Mom? Mom is wearing your favorite underwear, which has your semen and Mom's love juice on it. Let me take it off so you can see Mom's pubic hair. You've never seen Mom's pubic hair before, have you? Mom combs it every day and sprays it to make it smell nice. You'll love to kiss it. Also, kiss down, and you'll see Mom's vulva. Mom's labia are red!

You can use your tongue to spread them apart, and you'll see Mom's vulva, flowing with thick love juice for you. That's where you were born, and it's also where Mom dreamt of being penetrated a thousand times by your big cock. Every time, you would shoot your scalding hot semen into Mom's vagina, burning her uterus. Every time, you liked to put Mom's legs on your shoulders, making Mom's vagina open wide.

Then, you would rub your penis against Mom's vulva until Mom called you "big penis brother," only then would you insert it into Mom's wet vagina. Oh! So beautiful, dear son, your penis is so thick, Mom's vagina is always filled to the brim. Every time you thrust, Mom's juices flow out, so comfortable. Big penis son, come and fuck Mom, Mom's vagina is wet, it's been waiting for you every day. Come on! Big-dicked brother.

Mom's lewd love diary made my blood boil, and I almost ejaculated.

I continued reading. The diary entry for May 27th read:

"Bad son, in my dream last night you fucked me until I passed out again. When I woke up this morning, my panties were wet again. I couldn't help but run to your room and see you sleeping so soundly. Your dick was so energetic and erect, sticking out from the side of your panties, as if it had just been pulled out of my pussy. I went close to it, smelled it, and I really wanted to take off your panties, kiss it, and hold it!"

But Mom can only be beside you, taking off the panties you soaked in my dream, bringing my still-wet little hole close to your penis, you know? Just a few centimeters away, my little hole would really touch your penis, but you're still asleep. Mom wants it so much, so much… My dear son, why aren't you coming over? Mom is waiting for you.

May 31st:

My dear son, today when Mom was cooking, I wore completely transparent panties, so small, they stretched Mom's little hole so tight, Mom's pubic hair was sticking out from both sides. Mom was thinking, when you come back, Mom will bend over so you can see Mom's little hole from behind. Mom has looked in the mirror. If Mom wears these panties and the shortest skirt, you can see Mom's pussy from behind just by bending over. Mom is so looking forward to it. When you see it, won't you be excited?

Won't you come over and take off Mom's panties, pin Mom down on the sink, and rape Mom from behind? Then, Mom definitely won't resist. She will definitely let her own son rape his own mother in the kitchen. Oh! Just thinking about this makes Mom's pussy wet again. Mom is waiting for you to rape me, to use your thick, hard cock to thrust into Mom's pussy from behind. But Mom showed you her pussy, why aren't you tempted? Why don't you come and hug Mom?

Seeing this, I remembered that I had taken off my contact lenses that day. Although Mom bent over for a long time, I couldn't see anything.

Then I saw June 2nd:

Today at dinner, Mom deliberately sat opposite you. Mom took off her panties. If you just look under the table, you can see Mom's panties hanging by her feet, see Mom's legs spread, see Mom's pubic hair, and Mom's pussy that's been waiting for you to fuck it day and night.

June 3rd:

Today, Mom couldn't resist anymore. Mom put sleeping pills in your milk, and you slept so soundly, you know?

Tonight, Mom took off all her clothes and got into your bed. Mom held you and rubbed your body against her breasts. Mom finally took off your underwear. Your penis is so big! (Mom is really worried that Mom's vagina is too small, but just thinking about it going to go inside Mom makes Mom so happy, as if I can feel the pleasure of my whole vagina being filled by you.) Mom was afraid of waking you, so she only dared to hold it gently and stroke it with her face.

But Mom still couldn't resist and licked your glans with her tongue. So good! Your pubic hair is as thick as Mom's. Mom really wants to see what it looks like when your whole penis is inside Mom's vagina, our pubic hair overlapping and rubbing against each other. You know what? Mom held your penis, and with one hand, she played with her own vagina, and came again and again right next to you. Mom even sat on you, pulling your hand to touch Mom's vagina, and rubbing Mom's labia with your glans. So beautiful, so beautiful, Mom almost couldn't resist putting it inside her.

But Mom has to wait for you, wait until you're awake, to see Mom spread her legs and let you fuck her with your big penis. This moment, we mother and son will share. Mom knows it's coming soon. As dawn approached, Mom finally couldn't resist and took your entire penis into her throat, but you moved slightly, so Mom had to quickly get up and go back to her room. I'm sure you had a wonderful dream, maybe even dreaming that you were having sex with Mom! When you wake up, you'll find a pool of thick white liquid beside you—that's Mom's love fluid.

Seeing this, I suddenly realized—this happened just last week, and that day I really was having a wet dream about having sex with Mom!

Then I saw yesterday's diary:

"Big Dick Brother, from now on, Mom will call you that. You were so naughty today, hugging me so tightly. Your dick felt so good against me. I really want you to fuck me right now, but Mom wants you to read my diary first. It will let you know how much I've missed you all year, and then you'll know how much I love you and how much I need you. Mom has decided, I'll show it to you tomorrow." Okay, child, once you've read it, come here. Mom is waiting for you in bed. I've been looking forward to this moment for so long. My little hole is waiting for you to kiss it, waiting for you to gently insert it.

(IV)

By this point, I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, but the excitement in my heart couldn't be satisfied so easily. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, wiped away the semen, and rushed to my mother's room with my erect penis.

As soon as I entered my mother's room, I saw her lying on the bed wearing only the same red bikini-style panties she had just worn, her face flushed, her eyes gazing seductively at my naked body. "

Mom, I'm here. Thank you for your hard work." I pounced on the bed and hugged my mother, kissing her passionately.

"Mmm...good son...I've been waiting so long." "

Mom...I love you...I want you...

mmm...Mom...I've been yours for a long time...you didn't even know...muddy...

If only Mom had said so sooner."

How can I say something like this!

"It's okay, at least we're together now, right, Mom?"

"Yes! Mom's so nervous too. You won't think Mom's lewd, will you?" "

Of course not! Mom, I've loved you for a long time, I'm sure you know that." "

Mom knows, otherwise, Mom wouldn't dare to be so bold as to propose to her son."

"Okay, Mom, let's do it! I want to see Mom's pubic hair."

"Hehe! Mom knew it, look! Mom's body is all yours."

I gently kissed Mom's panties, and sure enough, there was a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Then I slowly pulled them down. We, mother and son, were watching this scene. The scene in Mom's dream—no, I should say the scene in our mother-son dream—was coming true.

I finally pulled my mother's panties down to her legs, and her thick pubic hair was indeed beautiful.

I kissed her, occasionally stroking my face to feel that wonderful sensation.

"Mmm...son, Mom is wet."

"So what?" "

Hehe...what do you think?

" "What do you think, Mom

?" "Big...big dick brother...do Mom...okay?"

Without saying a word, I did exactly as my mother had written in her diary, placing her legs on my shoulders. My mother's vagina was indeed red, and it was gushing out lustful fluid.

The moment my mother and I had been waiting for finally arrived. As I held my penis and approached my mother's vagina, she trembled with excitement. Slowly, I pressed the head of my penis against her labia.

Good son... hurry... fuck me... hurry and fuck me... Mom wants your cock... Mom's vagina can't wait...

(I)

Every night before bed, I would take out my secret diary from the drawer of my desk and write down my thoughts. Ever since my mother gave me this diary on my birthday last year, the time for our year-old promise was almost up. I felt both anticipation and unease.

At that time, my mother said to me cryptically, "Child, you've grown up. There are some things I know you might not tell me. So I'm giving you this diary. If you can write down your thoughts every day and keep doing it, a year later, I'll read your diary. Whatever your wish is, I'll definitely make it come true. Also, remember, last month I decided to divorce your father, all for your sake. Don't ask why now; wait until this time next year, and I'll tell you everything."

I was always very curious about why my mother kept begging to divorce my father. Her words only fueled my curiosity, but she wouldn't reveal the truth, insisting on telling me a year later.

However, since that day, the changes in my interactions and way of getting along with my mother have given me a vague, whimsical idea. Slowly, I started writing down my thoughts in my diary every day. I decided to take a bold step and see if my wild ideas were true.

Since my parents divorced last year, it's just been my mother and me taking care of each other. When my father was alive, we didn't have much time or space to spend together. After their divorce, I realized that my mother and I couldn't live without each other. From then on, my mother focused all her energy on taking care of me. I understood to some extent that I was her last support. And I also realized that I couldn't live without my mother.

The day after Mom gave me her diary, I bought one and gave it to her in return. "

Mom, I'm giving you a diary too. I'll write in it too. A year later, we'll exchange diaries. If Mom has any wishes she wants me to fulfill, I will definitely do them for her." "

My child, you're so thoughtful. Mom is so happy. You're so filial. Mom loves you."

Mom hugged me tightly, crying with emotion.

"Mom, I love you too." I couldn't help but kiss Mom's cheek to show my affection.

"My child…think carefully…what to write in your diary, remember! Whatever you want, Mom…will give it to you." My mother looked up to kiss me back, but I accidentally turned my cheek slightly, and her kiss landed on mine.

Although it was just a quick touch, that moment stirred something within me; the natural expression of motherly love suddenly felt strange. My mother seemed to sense this and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly. In

another month it will be a year, and I feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation, wondering how my mother will react to what I've written in my diary. Perhaps I was still reeling from my mother's words last year: ("Remember! Whatever you want, Mom... will give it to you.") Her slightly shy expression at the time has been nagging at me for the past year. What was she thinking?

Although I've tried to dismiss these strange thoughts, the various situations we've encountered in our daily lives over the past year have truly compelled me to write down my true feelings in my diary.

And actually, while writing in my diary every day, I also really wanted to see what my mother had written. But my mother had hidden the diary somewhere; no matter how much I searched the house, I couldn't find it.

That evening, I came home.

Mom! I'm home. "Mom..."

I heard the noise of the range hood coming from the kitchen. Mom must be in the kitchen!

I went straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, Mom was busy cooking.

"Mom!" I deliberately hugged her from behind and kissed her on the neck.

"Ah! You're back!"

My mother and I have become much closer over the past year, and we often don't shy away from some intimate gestures. "

Wow, Mom, you're dressed so nicely while cooking. Are you going on a date?" I saw that Mom was wearing a tight-fitting purple dress with lace trim.

"Yes! Mom's going on a date with a handsome guy later.

" ...Seeing how serious Mom was, a sudden wave of jealousy rose within me.

"How about it?" Mom turned around, a teasing expression on her face, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"No!" I said.

"Okay then! ...If this handsome guy says no, then...yes,

yes, yes, yes... I knew Mom was joking.

" "Hehe...look how anxious you are, afraid Mom will run off with someone?"

"Yeah!" I hugged Mom tighter, deliberately acting coquettish. "

Okay! Okay! You're about to break my bones." "

Mom, seriously, you look so beautiful today!"

"Hehe, really? It's even prettier underneath, want to see?"

Over the past year, Mom has become used to saying things to me without any restraint. "

Sure! With such a beautiful woman in front of me, only a fool wouldn't look.

" "It's not that cheap." Mom gently pushed me away and turned off the range hood.

What's so strange about that? I could guess what Mom's bra was wearing today.

Oh! Well, tell me then.

Hmm! What if I guess right?

If I guess right, you can see as much as you want.

Okay, Mom's wearing a light purple dress today, so her bra… should be too.

Wrong!

Then…

you only have one chance, no more guessing.

Heh, if I guess right, Mom can cheat, since I can't see anyway.

Okay, since you say so, guess three times, two more chances.

Hmm… the black bikini-style one.

Wrong!

Then… the white one with lace detailing.

Wait! How do you know so much about Mom's bra? You… you

're wronged! Mom hangs her underwear out to dry like a scattering of flags every day. I bet even the old lady across the street knows, let alone me.

Oh… I see, but that's still not right.

Humph! It's all your fault! So tell me, what color is it?

Pink.

Liar! You don't have any pink ones.

I'm not lying, Mom just bought them today.

Today? Who could guess? I don't believe you.

I'll change into them tonight, and you can go look in the laundry basket yourself.

No, I want to see them now.

Okay… fine, I'll convince you.

As Mom spoke, she lifted her skirt up to her waist, and a pink lace bikini panty was immediately revealed before my eyes.

...Although I've accidentally seen my mother changing clothes many times, this is the first time she's willingly let me see her lower body. I stared at the dark shadow of pubic hair at the base of her panties, completely stunned. "

So? Mom wasn't lying to you, was she?" My mother said, her skirt still up, as if she really wanted me to see everything.

"Yes...yes...no...Mom didn't lie to me." I stammered.

"Oh, still shy! Have you seen enough? Ah...I've been fooled."

Mom seemed to realize something and put down her skirt.

"You're the one who wanted to show it to others."

"Hmph, you took advantage and still complain."

"Mom, to be honest, you're so beautiful, I'm really worried.

" "Worried that Mom will run off with someone?" "Don't worry, Mom will only run off with you, this handsome guy." "

Really?

I'd be a dog if I lied to you." Mom made a playful face like a little girl.

(II)

After this incident, Mom became even less reserved about her clothing at home. The next day, as soon as I got home, I saw Mom sneaking into the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties.

I initially thought Mom wasn't wearing much because she was home alone, but when she came out of the bathroom a little while later, she was still only wearing a white lace bra and panties. "

Hungry?" Mom asked casually.

"N-nothing." I felt a little awkward. "

See! This is the one you mentioned yesterday, isn't it pretty?"

"So...so beautiful, Mom, you're so sexy.

" *Hehe...* Taking advantage of Mom. "

Of course! Mom is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

*Teasing.* Mom was clearly quite happy to be complimented. "

Why aren't you kissing Mom today?" Mom said, leaning her cheek closer.

*Sizzle!* As usual, I couldn't help but kiss my mother. I also wanted to hug her as usual, but today she was almost naked, and I hesitated awkwardly for a moment. "

Come here!" My mother seemed to know what I felt and opened her arms for me to hug her.

I didn't hesitate any longer and hugged her tightly.

This was also the first time I had touched my mother's skin; her smooth body made me react. But my mother hugged me back, and I couldn't let go of her.

We seemed to have an unspoken understanding; we suddenly fell silent and just held each other tightly. My mother's body and the scent of her hair instantly aroused me. I could feel it pressing against her lower abdomen through her trousers.

I think she must have sensed my change, but she didn't seem inclined to let go. Instead, she pressed her face against my chest.

I was truly lost in thought. Through her thin lace bra, her breasts were pressed tightly against my body, and my erection was throbbing.

"Mmm... you naughty boy," my mother said, lifting her head and letting out a soft, coquettish sound. "

Mom... I'm truly intoxicated. The body I've longed for for a year is now in my arms." I was overcome with passion and hugged my mother even tighter.

Suddenly, Mom gently closed her eyes, like a scene from a TV show where lovers await a kiss. I hesitated again. What did Mom mean? Did she want me to kiss her? I still didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Then, Mom slightly opened her eyes, our eyes meeting. Seeing her gaze, I no longer hesitated. I slowly lowered my head and pressed my lips to Mom's.

Hee… But then Mom suddenly turned her head away and gently released me.

I felt a little lost. "

Let's eat first!" Mom said, turning and going into the kitchen.

I watched my mother's buttocks, tightly encased in her thong, swaying from side to side, and felt an urge to go over and hug her one more time.

A moment later, my mother brought out a dish, but I remained standing listlessly in the living room.

She avoided my gaze and went back into the kitchen. This time, she stayed inside for a long time, so I followed her.

I saw her leaning against the sink, her back to me, lost in thought. Again, I saw the allure of her semi-transparent thong behind her, and I couldn't resist any longer. I hugged her from behind again.

My mother didn't seem surprised and obediently let me hug her.

I only dared to place my hands under my mother's bra. Then, my mother gently took my hand and moved it upwards. I touched her bra, but dared not go any further.

My mother then simply held my hand and pressed my palm against her breasts.

My heart pounded. My mother's encouragement stopped me from overthinking. I cupped my mother's breasts in my hands and began to knead them, pressing my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her fragrant pink neck.

"Mmm..." my mother murmured softly. I became even bolder, kneading her breasts more forcefully.

Then, my mother turned around, glanced at me, and then closed her eyes again.

Without a second thought, I kissed my mother's lips.

*Smack*... My mother didn't resist, obediently letting me kiss her lips.

I was incredibly excited, greedily sucking on my mother's lips, unwilling to let go.

The kiss lasted a long time; my mother then offered her tongue, and I sucked hard, while my mother sucked on my lips. At that moment, we kissed passionately like lovers who had been in love for a long time.

"Hmm... Okay! Have you kissed enough?"... My mother suddenly pulled away and turned away.

...Mom... I stood behind my mother, feeling a little lost. "

Okay! Let's eat." My mother changed the subject, took another plate of food, and left the kitchen.

At the dinner table, my son and I ate in silence, heads bowed.

Finally, Mom spoke first.

"Honey… how's your diary…?" "

Mom, don't worry, you'll see in a few days. I've been listening to you, I haven't been lazy.

" "Well… that's good."

"And you, Mom? Do you write every day?" "

Of course, you… you'll see when you see it…

Mom… honestly, where do you keep your diary? I haven't seen it." "

Hehe… little devil, trying to peek at Mom's diary?" "It

would be a lie to say I don't want to. I… I'm afraid… afraid that I can't do what Mom wants me to do." "

Don't worry! You absolutely can, and… and maybe… maybe it's something you want to do every day." "

How does Mom know what I want to do?" Could it be…? Thinking about the contents of my diary over the past year, I couldn't help but worry. What

if… what if I made a mistake? Then it would be truly disastrous. What are you thinking? Mom wouldn't peek at your diary. Mom means, I could guess what you're thinking.

Okay! Mom, tell me, what am I thinking?

You… you're thinking… oh dear, you'll find out soon enough! Mom suddenly blushed again.

After the experience of kissing Mom in the kitchen that day, Mom didn't seem to mind me kissing her lips again. The next morning before I left, I kissed Mom as usual.

This time, Mom didn't just lean in with her cheek, she leaned in from the front. I hesitated for a moment before pressing my lips to hers. Mom accepted it naturally, and I, without any hesitation, pulled her into a hug and gave her another passionate kiss.

Mmm...okay...okay! Being so greedy first thing in the morning, what will become of me in the future?

Hearing the word "future" seemed to give me even more encouragement, and my heart filled with inexplicable excitement.

I held my mother's hand and secretly slipped it down through her see-through nightgown, lightly tugging at her white lace panties before letting go. "

You little rascal, taking advantage of Mom again!" Mom smiled mischievously.

"Hehe... Mom, I'm going to class." I left with a heart full of excitement.

That evening, I rushed home, eager to get back. I deliberately opened the door quietly, searching for my mother as soon as I entered.

I tiptoed to her bedroom door and peeked inside. I saw her taking off her underwear, completely naked. I could only see her breasts from the side, swaying proudly.

My mother had many different sets of underwear on her bed. She picked them up one by one and tried them on, seemingly hesitant about which one to wear.

After a while, she seemed to have made up her mind, pulling a red fishnet thong onto her legs. Then, she hesitated when she picked up a bra, didn't put it on, and put it back, only putting on a white, sheer nightgown that contrasted sharply with the red. Then she put all the underwear away.

I was even more excited; the scene was like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to come home from work, wearing provocative lingerie.

I hid outside the door silently.

After my mother finished dressing, she came out humming a song, and I suddenly hugged her from behind.

Ah… my mother jumped in surprise.

"Mom, I'm home.

You... Whew... You scared me to death... You're so naughty..." Mom turned around, raised her little hand and lightly punched me. I grabbed it and hugged her tightly.

Whether you're a glutton or not, Mom will know after she eats. I suddenly kissed Mom's lips.

Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mom responded obediently, quickly slipping her tongue into my mouth and sucking.

The passionate kiss lasted a full five minutes, and my lower body was already uncontrollably aroused.

Mom seemed to hug me even more fiercely than I was, my lower body pressing against her lower abdomen—it felt wonderful.

A moment later, I secretly lifted my mother's white sheer nightgown with both hands and slipped my hands inside, touching her red panties. I don't know if my mother noticed or not, but she didn't seem to object.

I went a step further, rubbing my mother's full buttocks against her panties. At this point, my mother certainly wasn't oblivious.

Mmm…oh…my mother's lips were still pressed against mine, without any reaction.

I became bolder, slipping my hands inside the lace trim of her panties and firmly touching my mother's buttocks. Not satisfied, I then stroked her buttocks with my fingers.

Perhaps she was too sensitive, because my mother suddenly released me.

"Hmph...you brat...you're getting...too much..." Mom took a step back.

At that moment, I clearly saw Mom's breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, rising and falling with her breath, the nipples clearly visible. I was stunned. "

You...you brat...what are you looking at?" Mom lowered her head, following my gaze.

I...I really wanted to eat Mom up.

"Hehe...really? How do you want to eat her?" Mom said provocatively. "

Peel her skin first!" I suddenly pulled open the transparent nightgown covering Mom's body to the left and right.

It was just a playful, tentative joke, but the silk nightgown slipped down my mother's shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving her in only a short, narrow red thong, her breasts fully exposed before my eyes.

My mother, caught off guard by my sudden action, didn't try to cover herself.

We stood there, stunned, for a moment.

(III)

Finally, my mother covered her breasts with her hands, bent down to pick up her nightgown, but walked back to her room without a word.

This worried me. I followed her into the room, where she sat on the bed, still silent.

"Mom…

Mom…" I called several times before she finally spoke.

Sigh! "Child, you..." Mom turned around and pressed her face against my chest.

"Mom...

child! You really haven't read my diary?"

"Mom, no, who knows where you hid it?"

"Ugh! How silly of you! It's right here, so far away. Go find it yourself, and we'll talk about it later."

Mom said, getting up and leaving the room.

I followed her out, and Mom actually went into my room.

Mom approached my desk, opened the first drawer, and my diary was in the bottom drawer at the back. "

Your diary is in there, isn't it?"

Wow! So...Mom lied, Mom secretly read my diary.

"Mom didn't lie to you. Although I knew your diary was here, I've never opened it. I promised you I'd look at it in a year, and I won't break my promise."

Mom opened the second drawer. "

Look inside!"

I pulled the drawer all the way out and looked inside. There it was—Mom's diary! So far away, yet so close! The thing I'd been looking for for almost a year was right here.

This…

I'm so stupid! Everything Mom wrote every day is here, and you couldn't find it.

I reached in and took out the diary I'd given Mom. "

Mom… do you want me to see it?" "But…

your birthday isn't until next week. I only said I'd look at it on your birthday, I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it!" Silly boy.

I couldn't wait to open it.

Wait! "Take your time reading, Mom's going back to her room first. Come find me in an hour, okay?"

Mom said, then turned and left.

As I turned the pages, my heart pounded wildly. From the day I gave my mother the diary, it said: "

My child, this is your mother's love diary. Let me tell you why I divorced your father. When you were eighteen, I noticed that your feelings for me were different. You liked to stare at my body blankly. Several times, you peeked at me taking a shower through the bathroom window, then went back to your room to take my underwear and masturbate on it, ejaculating on it before putting it back in the laundry basket. I saw it all."

At first, Mom was surprised, but strangely enough, after a while, she actually started to look forward to you doing this. She would often deliberately put clean panties where you could easily reach them, and after you finished using them, Mom would like to wear the panties stained with your semen. Mom couldn't believe she was doing this, but perhaps it's truly a mother's heart connecting with her child! Mom found herself slowly anticipating your hugs; Mom liked the feeling of your body touching her.

Each time, it filled Mom with inappropriate fantasies. Several times, Mom dreamed that you and Mom were embracing, kissing, and loving each other like lovers. These dreams always excite and satisfy me, and slowly I've come to want to have an incestuous relationship with you, my dear son. This feeling is becoming more and more irresistible to me. I can't take it anymore. I want to make this dream come true. So, I keep asking for a divorce and to stop sleeping in the same bed with your father.

Finally, your father couldn't take it anymore and agreed. Mom was so excited and nervous, but I didn't dare to be too bold and say that I needed time. So, I gave you a diary first, and then I used a year to hint to you that if you asked to have sex with me in your diary, I would agree without hesitation because it was a scene that had often happened in my dreams for years, and I wanted it to come true.

Since you also gave Mom this diary, then Mom will tell you what's in her heart. No matter which day you see Mom's diary, Mom will be waiting in her room. Every night, Mom is waiting for you to hug me and caress me. Mom's body is always yours.

Seeing Mom's first diary entry with such a blatant confession, I was both excited and impulsive, wanting to run into Mom's room right away. But I resisted my mother's promise of an hour, so I continued reading. My mother's daily diary entries were almost all expressions of her overflowing love for her son. I came across May 20th, which read: "

My dear son, why aren't you coming to hug Mom? Mom is wearing your favorite underwear, which has your semen and Mom's love juice on it. When you take it off, I'll let you see Mom's pubic hair. You've never seen Mom's pubic hair before, have you? Mom combs it every day and sprays it to make it smell nice. You'll definitely love kissing it. Also, kiss down, and you'll see Mom's vulva. Mom's labia are red!"

You can use your tongue to part it, and you'll see Mom's vagina, flowing with thick love juice for you. That's where you were born, and also where Mom has dreamt of being penetrated a thousand times by your thick penis. Each time, you would shoot your scalding semen into Mom's vagina, burning her uterus. Each time, you always liked to put Mom's legs on your shoulders, making Mom's vagina open without reservation.

Then, you would rub your penis against Mom's little flesh, until Mom called you "big penis brother," before you would be willing to insert it into Mom's wet vagina. Oh! "So beautiful, my dear son, your cock is so thick, my pussy is always filled to the brim. Every time you thrust, my juices flow out, it feels so good. Big-cocked son, come and fuck Mommy, my pussy is wet, it's been waiting for you every day. Come on! Big-cocked brother."

Mommy's lewd love diary made my blood boil, and I almost ejaculated.

I continued reading. The diary entry for May 27th read:

"Bad son, in my dream last night you fucked Mommy until she passed out again, and when I woke up this morning, my panties were wet again." Mom couldn't resist running into your room. You were sleeping so soundly, and your penis was so erect and throbbing, peeking out from your underwear as if it had just been pulled out of Mom's vagina. Mom went close to it, smelled it, and wanted so badly to take off your underwear, to kiss it, to hold it!

But Mom could only stay by your side, taking off the panties that you had soaked in my dream, and bringing my still-wet vagina close to your penis. You know what? It was only a few centimeters away from touching your penis, but you were still asleep. Mom wanted it so badly, so badly… My dear son, why aren't you coming over? Mom is waiting for you.

On May 31st, it reads:

My dear son, today while Mom was cooking, I wore a completely transparent pair of panties. They were so small, they made my vagina feel so tight, and my pubic hair was peeking out from both sides. I was thinking that when you come home, I'll bend over so you can see my vagina from behind. I've looked in the mirror; if I wear these panties and the shortest skirt I can, I can see my vagina from behind just by bending over. I'm so looking forward to it! Will you be excited when you see it?

What if he comes over, takes off Mom's panties, pins her down on the sink, and rapes her from behind? Mom definitely won't resist; she'll let her own son rape his own mother in the kitchen! Oh! Just thinking about it makes Mom's vagina wet again. Mom is waiting for you to rape me, to use your thick, hard penis to thrust into Mom's vagina from behind. But, Mom has shown you her vagina, why aren't you tempted? Why don't you come and hug Mom?

Seeing this, I remembered that I had just taken off my contact lenses that day. Although Mom bent over for a long time, I couldn't see anything.

Then I saw June 2nd:

Today at dinner, Mom deliberately sat across from you. Mom took off her panties. If you just look under the table, you can see Mom's panties hanging by her feet, Mom's legs spread open, Mom's pubic hair, and Mom's little hole that has been waiting for you to fuck it day and night.

June 3rd:

Today Mom couldn't hold back anymore. Mom put sleeping pills in your milk. You slept so soundly, you know?

Tonight, Mom took off her clothes, got into your bed, and held you, rubbing her breasts against your body. Mom finally took off your panties. Your penis is so big! (Mom was worried that Mom's vagina was too small, but just thinking about it going inside Mom makes me so happy, like I can feel the pleasure of it filling my whole vagina.) Mom was afraid of waking you, so she only dared to hold it gently and stroke it with her face. But

Mom couldn't resist and licked your glans with her tongue. So good! Your pubic hair is as thick as Mom's. Mom really wants to see what it looks like when your whole penis is inside Mom's vagina, our pubic hair overlapping and rubbing against each other. Do you know that? Mom held your penis, her other hand fiddling with her own vagina, climaxing again and again right beside you. Mom even sat on you, pulling your hand to touch her vagina, rubbing your glans against her labia. So beautiful, so beautiful, Mom almost couldn't resist putting it inside her.

But Mom wanted to wait for you, for you to wake up, to see Mom spread her legs and let you fuck her with your big penis. This moment, we mother and son, would share. Mom knew it was coming soon. As dawn approached, Mom finally couldn't resist taking your entire penis into her throat, but you moved slightly, so Mom had to quickly get up and go back to her room. I'm sure you had a wonderful dream, maybe even dreaming that you were having sex with your mom! When you wake up, you'll find a pool of thick white liquid next to you—that's your mom's love fluid.

Seeing this, it suddenly dawned on me—this happened just last week, and that day I really did have a wet dream about having sex with my mom!

Then I saw yesterday's diary:

"Big Dick Brother, from now on, Mom will call you that. You were so naughty today, hugging me so tightly. Your dick felt so good against me. I really want you to fuck me right now, but Mom wants you to read my diary first. It will let you know how much I've missed you all year, and then you'll know how much I love you and how much I need you. Mom has decided, I'll show it to you tomorrow." Okay, child, once you've read it, come here. Mom is waiting for you in bed. I've been looking forward to this moment for so long. My little hole is waiting for you to kiss it, waiting for you to gently insert it.

(IV)

By this point, I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, but the excitement in my heart couldn't be satisfied so easily. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, wiped away the semen, and rushed to my mother's room with my erect penis.

As soon as I entered my mother's room, I saw her lying on the bed wearing only the same red bikini-style panties she had just worn, her face flushed, her eyes gazing seductively at my naked body. "

Mom, I'm here. Thank you for your hard work." I pounced on the bed and hugged my mother, kissing her passionately.

"Mmm...good son...I've been waiting so long." "

Mom...I love you...I want you...

mmm...Mom...I've been yours for a long time...you didn't even know...muddy...

If only Mom had said so sooner."

How can I say something like this!

"It's okay, at least we're together now, right, Mom?"

"Yes! Mom's so nervous too. You won't think Mom's lewd, will you?" "

Of course not! Mom, I've loved you for a long time, I'm sure you know that." "

Mom knows, otherwise, Mom wouldn't dare to be so bold as to propose to her son."

"Okay, Mom, let's do it! I want to see Mom's pubic hair."

"Hehe! Mom knew it, look! Mom's body is all yours."

I gently kissed Mom's panties, and sure enough, there was a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Then I slowly pulled them down. We, mother and son, were watching this scene. The scene in Mom's dream—no, I should say the scene in our mother-son dream—was coming true.

I finally managed to pull my mother's panties down to her legs, and her thick pubic hair was indeed beautiful.

I really kissed her, occasionally stroking my face against that wonderful touch.

"Mmm...son, Mom's wet."

"How about it?

" "Hehe...

what do you think?" "What do you think, Mom?

" "Big...big dick brother...do Mom...okay?"

Without a word, following the instructions in Mom's diary, I placed Mom's legs on my shoulders. Mom's vagina was indeed red, gushing with lustful fluid.

The moment we mother and son had been waiting for finally arrived. As I grasped my penis and approached Mom's vagina, she trembled with excitement. Slowly, I pressed the head of my penis against Mom's labia.

Good son... hurry... fuck me... hurry and fuck me... Mom wants your cock... Mom's pussy can't wait...

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