My passionate night with my mother

Beautiful women often like to present themselves as pure and chaste, making them seem unapproachable.

But when they meet someone they can rely on, they tear off their disguise—perhaps becoming wanton, perhaps charming, perhaps even more reserved…

My mother, Zhang Ruyan, can be considered a beautiful woman. Her voluptuous figure always arouses men; her luscious red lips make one want to embrace and kiss her passionately. It was this kind of woman who always made me feel burning with desire, unable to control myself.

Since my father passed away two years ago, my mother's cheerful personality has gradually turned melancholic, and she rarely smiles. She used to laugh constantly when talking to people, but now she presents herself as an icy beauty. I see all of this, and it pains me deeply. Why is this happening? I must help my mother pull herself together and stop her from becoming a prisoner of sorrow.

Since last year, I've been relentlessly collecting information about her, such as what kind of clothes she likes, what kind of cosmetics she uses, what kind of food she likes… Finally, three months ago, while gathering information in my mother's bedroom, I unexpectedly found a thong in her underwear drawer. This was alarming! I remembered seeing sexy pictures on some pornographic websites and reading in some erotic novels that said women with a lewd heart have a preference for thongs. Could my mother be like that?

So, I decided to change my approach from collecting information about my mother to observing her, even secretly spying on her. When I thought of this, my heart skipped a beat, and the word "incest" suddenly flashed into my mind. Oh God, how could I have such thoughts? It was so wrong of me. I silently berated myself: Are you even human? She's your mother! How could you defile her? Forget it, I'll just have to give up on this thought.

That night, I couldn't sleep for a long time; the thought of "incest" kept replaying in my mind. So I went to the living room to get a drink of water. Since it was already 1 a.m., and my mother was already asleep, I tiptoed to the living room. Just as I was about to get some water, I suddenly heard a groan, which sounded like my mother's voice. I walked towards my mother's bedroom door to open it, only to find it unlocked and slightly ajar.

Through the crack, I saw my mother looking at her own curvaceous, smooth, and alluring body in the mirror. Her lingerie and underwear accentuated her captivating beauty and sex appeal. From her firm breasts to her slender waist, from her rounded, shapely buttocks to her long, shapely legs, the sensual curves she possessed were unmatched by any girl who merely boasted of her youth; it was the unique charm of a mature woman.

She shook her head, letting her black hair fall casually across her face. Her soft, full breasts swayed, some protruding from the thin fabric of her clothes, as if about to leap out of her bra.

Seeing this, my heart stirred, an indescribable feeling consuming me.

"I want you, Mommy. My lovely little lamb," I blurted out.

Though the voice was soft, it startled me. Why was this happening? No, I couldn't look any longer, but my feet wouldn't move an inch; I stood there motionless.

At that moment, the actions in the room became somewhat lewd. Mother lay on the bed, gently placing her hands on her soft, rounded breasts, kneading them. The white, tender muscles of her breasts gracefully swayed from side to side beneath the black lace fabric. Her nipples, rubbing against the lace, caused a slight pain, so she slipped her hand inside her bra to touch her own rosy nipples.

She uttered intermittent, lascivious sounds: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

The thong on her stimulating, plump buttocks was damp with fragrant sweat and love juice. The lace-trimmed, high-class thong slipped down as Mother twisted her hips. My mother slowly lowered the hand that had been playing with her breasts to her most tender and sensitive spot, gently caressing it. Perhaps sensing the impending pleasure, she let out a scream, her entire body trembling with heat and excitement.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself; reason was driven out by desire. My penis was swollen, the pressure within me making it uncontrollable, like a dormant volcano about to erupt. I pushed open the door and slowly undressed, trying not to disturb my mother's lewd act. As I undressed, my eyes were fixed on my mother's beautiful body, like a hunter eyeing its prey. My mother seemed oblivious to my intrusion, continuing her performance to satisfy her lust.

Just as her genitals opened wide in pleasure, I seized the opportunity to insert my penis. Only then did she realize I was in the room, and that I was taking advantage of her sweaty body. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands, shouting, "Xiaolong, how could you do this? I'm your mother! Get out of here!"

But I was already in the thick of it; I ignored her scolding. I gripped her hands tightly and slapped her hard across the face, like in a rape movie. This startled my mother. She didn't move her hands or say a word, staring at me blankly.

Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, all these years, is this how you treat yourself? Why didn't you tell me? I would have taken good care of you." As I said this, I deliberately moved slowly inside her womb for a while.

Perhaps my mother's body was too sensitive, or perhaps it had been too long since she had sex with a man, but her body trembled slightly. A moment later, my penis, still inside her womb, felt a surge of heat rush to the glans. It felt so good, a tingling, numbing sensation washed over me, and a wave of pleasure washed over me as well. My mother seemed to have resigned herself to it, no longer resisting my thrusts, but instead closely matching my movements.

As I continued my relentless assault, my mother's exquisitely beautiful body suddenly stiffened, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, her rounded arms tightly embracing me, her private parts contracting. Then, she opened her mouth and

let out a soft moan, followed by a release of vaginal fluid from deep within, gushing onto my glans.

At this moment, my penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the itch only intensified, sending shivers down my spine. After a few rapid, panting thrusts, my penis contracted sharply within my mother's tender vagina, and a gush of hot, thick semen powerfully sprayed onto the soft, warm walls of her vagina.

My mother then opened her fragrant lips again: "Little Dragon, would you do this to your mother?" Then, glistening tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and her shoulders trembled.

“Mom, don’t cry. I know you’ve endured so much all these years, and you haven’t been happy since Dad died. I wanted to do something to cheer you up and stop your sorrow, but when I saw you masturbating just now, I couldn’t help myself…” I whispered. “I will take responsibility for you. I will make you happy, I will make you the happiest woman in the world. Rouqian, enjoy yourself from now on.” I unconsciously called my mother’s name.

My mother blushed, her pretty cheeks flushed, and her bright, alluring eyes closed, unable to look at me anymore, her shy demeanor captivating. “Since it’s already like this, I’ll let you have your way. But you must treat me well, A-Long.”

I never expected my mother to call me that, and my heart fluttered again. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to my mother's soft, rosy lips, rubbing them back and forth, and gently licking them with my tongue. My mother was also aroused, her desire stirring, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly. I seized the opportunity and slipped my tongue into my mother's fragrant, moist mouth, moving around like a fish. At this moment, my previously limp penis hardened again, thrusting against my mother's warm flesh.

My mother could clearly feel the hardness and heat of my penis from within, her heart stirred, desire consumed her, and she couldn't help but meet my tongue with her delicate, fragrant tongue, licking it. And so we licked each other, until finally we were intertwined like glue.

My tongue was busy, and my hands didn't rest either. My left hand grasped and kneaded my mother's full, soft, and elastic breasts, while my right hand roamed over her alabaster-white, exquisitely shaped body.

My mother, panting, withdrew her tongue from my mouth and said, burning with desire, "Ah Long, I... I want you." These words were undoubtedly the charge. I thrust my hips up and down, my penis pumping in and out of her vagina. I felt my penis and glans being caressed by the tender flesh of my mother's honeyed orifice. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over me like ocean waves, spreading to every part of my body.

My mother's pent-up desires of many years were finally released tonight. Her long-desired, exquisite flesh was at my mercy, like dry tinder igniting a raging fire, to be exploited at will. Stimulated by waves of pleasure, I thrust faster and harder, panting heavily. This intensified the friction between my penis and the walls of her vagina, sending waves of intoxicating, exhilarating pleasure crashing over me.

My mother moaned, "I...I...I'm going to come..." a hint of wantonness in her eyes. Hearing these wanton words, I thrust even harder. Then, a joyful, satisfied smile appeared on her face as she released her pent-up desire.

My penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the itch only intensified, sending shivers down my spine. My heart trembled with the itch, and after a few rapid thrusts, my penis contracted sharply within my mother's tender opening, a powerful gush of scalding semen spraying onto the soft flesh of her vaginal walls.

The burning semen made my mother's delicate body tremble; her pretty eyes opened slightly, and her cherry-like lips let out a sweet, pleasurable moan, "Ah! Ah!" In an instant, my whole body seemed to explode, shattering into pieces and drifting away into the distance. I lunged forward, collapsing onto my mother's soft, warm body.

As we wearily and tenderly embraced and drifted off to sleep, the wall clock struck four.

...

The passionate night had passed, but countless passionate days followed for me and my beloved Rouqian.

Beautiful women often like to present themselves as pure and faithful, making them seem unapproachable.

But when they meet someone they can rely on, they tear off their disguise—perhaps wanton, perhaps delicate, perhaps even more reserved...

My mother, Zhang Ruyan, could be considered a beautiful woman. Her voluptuous figure always arouses; her luscious red lips make one want to embrace and kiss her passionately. It's this kind of woman who always ignites my burning desire, making it difficult for me to control myself.

Since my father passed away two years ago, my mother's cheerful personality has gradually turned melancholic, and she rarely smiles. She used to laugh constantly when talking to people, but now she presents herself as an icy beauty. I see all of this, and it pains me deeply. Why is this happening? I must help my mother pull herself together and stop her from becoming a prisoner of sorrow.

Since last year, I've been relentlessly collecting information about my mother, such as what kind of clothes she likes, what kind of cosmetics she likes, what kind of food she likes… Finally, three months ago, while gathering information in my mother's bedroom, I unexpectedly discovered a thong in her bra drawer. This was alarming! I remembered seeing sexy pictures on some pornographic websites and reading in some erotic novels that said women with a lewd heart have a preference for thongs. Could my mother be like that?

So, I decided to change my information gathering about my mother into observing her, even spying on her. When I thought of this, my heart skipped a beat, and suddenly the word "incest" flashed into my mind. Oh my god, how could I have such thoughts? It's so wrong of me. I silently berated myself: Are you even human? She's your mother! How could you defile her? Forget it, I'll just have to give up on that idea.

That night, I couldn't sleep for a long time; the thought of incest kept popping into my head. So I went to the living room to get a drink of water. Since it was already 1 a.m., and my mother was already asleep, I tiptoed to the living room. Just as I was about to get some water, I suddenly heard a groan, which sounded like my mother's voice. I went to my mother's bedroom door to open it, only to find that it wasn't locked and was slightly ajar.

Through the crack in the door, I could see my mother looking at her own curvaceous, smooth, and full-figured body in the mirror. The lingerie and panties she wore made her appear even more alluring and incredibly sexy. From her firm, shapely breasts to her slender waist, from her rounded, plump buttocks to her long, shapely legs, the sensual curves she possessed were something that girls who merely boasted of their youth could never match; it was the unique charm of a mature woman.

She shook her head, letting her black hair fall casually across her face. Her soft, full breasts swayed, some protruding from the thin fabric of her clothes, as if about to leap out of her bra.

Seeing this, my heart stirred, an indescribable feeling consuming me.

"I want you, Mommy. My lovely little lamb," I blurted out.

Though the voice was soft, it startled me. Why was this happening? No, I couldn't look any longer, but my feet wouldn't move an inch; I stood there motionless.

At that moment, the actions in the room became somewhat lewd. Mother lay on the bed, gently placing her hands on her soft, rounded breasts, kneading them. The white, tender muscles of her breasts gracefully swayed from side to side beneath the black lace fabric. Her nipples, rubbing against the lace, caused a slight pain, so she slipped her hand inside her bra to touch her own rosy nipples.

She uttered intermittent, lascivious sounds: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

The thong on her stimulating, plump buttocks was damp with fragrant sweat and love juice. The lace-trimmed, high-class thong slipped down as Mother twisted her hips. My mother slowly lowered the hand that had been playing with her breasts to her most tender and sensitive spot, gently caressing it. Perhaps sensing the impending pleasure, she let out a scream, her entire body trembling with heat and excitement.

At that moment, I could no longer restrain myself; reason was driven out by desire. My penis was swollen, the pressure within me making it uncontrollable, like a dormant volcano about to erupt. I pushed open the door and slowly undressed, trying not to disturb my mother's lewd act. As I undressed, my eyes were fixed on my mother's beautiful body, like a hunter eyeing its prey. My mother seemed oblivious to my intrusion, continuing her performance to satisfy her lust.

Just as her genitals opened wide in pleasure, I seized the opportunity to insert my penis. Only then did she realize I was in the room, and that I was taking advantage of her sweaty body. She pushed me away forcefully with both hands, shouting, "Xiaolong, how could you do this? I'm your mother! Get out of here!"

But I was already in the thick of it; I ignored her scolding. I gripped her hands tightly and slapped her hard across the face, like in a rape movie. This startled my mother. She didn't move her hands or say a word, staring at me blankly.

Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, all these years, is this how you treat yourself? Why didn't you tell me? I would have taken good care of you." As I said this, I deliberately moved slowly inside her womb for a while.

Perhaps my mother's body was too sensitive, or perhaps it had been too long since she had sex with a man, but her body trembled slightly. A moment later, my penis, still inside her womb, felt a surge of heat rush to the glans. It felt so good, a tingling, numbing sensation washed over me, and a wave of pleasure washed over me as well. My mother seemed to have resigned herself to it, no longer resisting my thrusts, but instead closely matching my movements.

As I continued my relentless assault, my mother's exquisitely beautiful body suddenly stiffened, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, her rounded arms tightly embracing me, her private parts contracting. Then, she opened her mouth and

let out a soft moan, followed by a release of vaginal fluid from deep within, gushing onto my glans.

At this moment, my penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the itch only intensified, sending shivers down my spine. After a few rapid, panting thrusts, my penis contracted sharply within my mother's tender vagina, and a gush of hot, thick semen powerfully sprayed onto the soft, warm walls of her vagina.

My mother then opened her fragrant lips again: "Little Dragon, would you do this to your mother?" Then, glistening tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and her shoulders trembled.

“Mom, don’t cry. I know you’ve endured so much all these years, and you haven’t been happy since Dad died. I wanted to do something to cheer you up and stop your sorrow, but when I saw you masturbating just now, I couldn’t help myself…” I whispered. “I will take responsibility for you. I will make you happy, I will make you the happiest woman in the world. Rouqian, enjoy yourself from now on.” I unconsciously called my mother’s name.

My mother blushed, her pretty cheeks flushed, and her bright, alluring eyes closed, unable to look at me anymore, her shy demeanor captivating. “Since it’s already like this, I’ll let you have your way. But you must treat me well, A-Long.”

I never expected my mother to call me that, and my heart fluttered again. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to my mother's soft, rosy lips, rubbing them back and forth, and gently licking them with my tongue. My mother was also aroused, her desire stirring, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly. I seized the opportunity and slipped my tongue into my mother's fragrant, moist mouth, moving around like a fish. At this moment, my previously limp penis hardened again, thrusting against my mother's warm flesh.

My mother could clearly feel the hardness and heat of my penis from within, her heart stirred, desire consumed her, and she couldn't help but meet my tongue with her delicate, fragrant tongue, licking it. We licked each other, until finally we were intertwined, inseparable.

My tongue was busy, and my hands didn't rest either. My left hand grasped and kneaded my mother's full, soft, and elastic breasts, while my right hand roamed over her alabaster-white, exquisitely shaped body.

My mother, panting, withdrew her tongue from my mouth and said, burning with desire, "Ah Long, I... I want you." These words were undoubtedly the charge. I thrust my hips up and down, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. I felt my penis and glans being caressed by the tender flesh of my mother's honey pot. Waves of ecstatic pleasure washed over me, spreading through my limbs and bones.

My mother's pent-up desires of many years were finally released tonight. Her long-desired, exquisite vagina was at my mercy, a blazing inferno to be explored at will. Stimulated by the waves of pleasure, I thrust faster and harder, panting heavily. This intensified the friction between my penis and the walls of her vagina, sending waves of intoxicating, exhilarating pleasure crashing over me.

My mother moaned, "I...I...I'm going to come..." a hint of wantonness in her eyes. Hearing these wanton words only fueled my desire, driving me to thrust even harder. At this moment, a joyful and satisfied smile appeared on her delicate face as she released herself with pleasure.

My penis was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the warm vaginal fluid scalding my glans, the itch only intensified, sending shivers down my spine. My heart trembled with the itch, and after a few rapid thrusts, my penis contracted sharply within my mother's tender vagina, a powerful gush of hot, thick semen spraying onto the soft flesh of her vaginal walls.

The scalding semen made my mother's body tremble; her pretty eyes opened slightly, and her cherry-like lips let out a sweet, pleasurable moan, "Ah! Ah!" In an instant, my whole body seemed to explode, shattering into pieces and drifting away into the distance. I lunged forward with all my might, collapsing onto my mother's soft, warm body.

As we wearily and tenderly embraced and drifted off to sleep, the wall clock struck four.

...

A passionate night had passed, but countless passionate days followed for me and my tenderhearted mother.

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