Desiring to rape his widowed mother

Prologue October 14th, Sunny

Today I received a love letter from my deskmate, Xiaohong. She wanted to be my girlfriend, and I rejected her without hesitation. She said she liked me, but I didn't like her at all. Even if I were to find a girlfriend, I would choose someone like my mother.

My mother is a plump, mature middle-aged widow. She is 1.55 meters tall and weighs 140 kilograms. Her large, even slightly sagging breasts almost seem about to burst out of her clothes. Her plump, round buttocks are white, and her soft belly is covered with alluring stretch marks. Her voluptuous figure paired with her snow-white skin is absolutely the sexiest mature woman in the world. My mother's appearance was captivating; time seemed to have left only a mature charm on her face, and every smile and frown was filled with maternal radiance. I

wished I could marry a woman as sexy and charming as my mother someday. No! There would never be such a perfect woman in the world. Just to spend a night with my mother in this lifetime would be enough, even death would be worthwhile!

—Excerpt from my elementary school diary

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My mother became a widow when I was very young and never remarried, raising me alone.

I slept in the same bed with my mother every night from childhood. My mother was always my sexy goddess when I was little; not only were her features exquisite and beautiful, but her figure was also full and mature, incredibly voluptuous. Every night when she sleeps, she lies on her side next to me with her back to me. In the dim light of the nightlight, my mother's full breasts, shapely waist, plump buttocks, and long, fair legs create an indescribably beautiful picture.

My mother works as a saleswoman in a shopping mall, selling high-end cosmetics. The mall requires its employees to stand while serving customers and they cannot sit down even when there are no customers. My mother is getting on in years, and one day she suddenly suffered a back ache at work and was rushed to the hospital. By the time I arrived, the doctor had already diagnosed her with acute myelitis caused by long-term overwork. My mother's lower limbs were no longer able to move on their own, but fortunately, she still had sensation. The doctor said that the only treatment for my mother's condition was to rest at home. It would take anywhere from a year and a half to three to five years, but with proper care, it could completely heal on its own. However, after recovery, she would not be able to stand for long periods of time like before.

With the help of my mother's colleagues, I took her home. Everyone sat for a while, exchanged a few words, and then left. Only my mother and I remained in the house. Finally, unable to contain her grief, my mother embraced me and wept bitterly.

"My son, I'm paralyzed. What will I do for the rest of my life? Waaah..."

As my mother cried, her large breasts, which were pressed against my chest, trembled. I was surprised to find that although my mother's breasts looked a little saggy, they were so elastic. "Mom, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid of anything!" I gently patted my mother's back, continuing to comfort her. "Besides, didn't the doctor say that she can recover after resting for a while? It's okay, don't cry!"

Under my comforting words, my mother gradually calmed down. She still held me tightly with both hands, as if afraid of losing me. "My son, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life... Waaah..."

Through my mother's thin clothes, I could clearly feel how soft her body was, and her fragrance was captivating and alluring. My hand involuntarily slid down and covered my mother's round, large buttocks. "Sweetie, stop crying, or I'll spank you!" I said, raising my hand to gently pat my mother's big, fat bottom. I vaguely remembered that my mother used to punish me like this when I was little.

"You naughty son, even you bully Mommy." Despite my words, my mother finally stopped crying and started laughing.

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I boldly continued to place my hand on my mother's buttocks, feeling its softness and warmth, and then slowly moved my hand towards the deep crevice of my mother's buttocks.

"Son... what are you doing... let go of your mother!" Mother murmured softly, her full upper body twisting and struggling gently in my arms.

Although her lower body couldn't move on its own, it hadn't lost feeling. Having been a widow for so long, her mature body had been yearning for more than a decade. Her body clearly told her how much she craved the immoral things her own son was doing to her. Even knowing what was about to happen, she didn't want to leave her son's embrace, her body gradually softening in his arms.

"Mom."

"Hmm... let go... let go!" Although Mother said this, her body didn't move an inch. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and a strange flame burned in her heart.

My hand continued to dig into the mature mother's buttocks through the thin clothes. "Good mother, let me hold you a little longer!" Finally, my fingers touched my mother's anus, and my mother's delicate body trembled violently.

"You already have a girlfriend, why are you hugging me?"

My mother's words seemed to carry a strong hint of jealousy, which emboldened me even more. "Mom, you're talking about Xiaohong, right? There's nothing between us. She's the one who keeps bothering me, but my heart only belongs to you, Mom. Besides, how can she compare to you? You're much sexier than her! Mom, I love you!" As I spoke, I raised my hands again, wrapped them around my mother's thick waist, and gave her a solemn hug.

Hearing my obviously provocative hint, my mother was not angry at all. Instead, she felt a little excited. "It seems that my son really likes me. His penis, which is pressed against my thigh, is so hard and hot that it hurts me!" Thinking of this, my mother's vagina shamefully began to flow with a trickle of honey.

My mother felt her upper body go limp and out of her control. "Son, I can't sit still anymore. Can you help me?"

I adjusted my position and hugged her from behind, letting her lean against me. "Is this more comfortable?"

"Mmm... Ah... No!" Just as my mother said no, I slipped my hand under her skirt and gently placed it on her vulva through her panties. "You naughty son, don't touch me... I can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I became even bolder and lifted her panties, my fingers directly caressing her already overflowing, plump vulva. Meanwhile, my other hand wasn't idle either, cupping one of my mother's large, plump breasts and kneading it without restraint. A series of intoxicating moans involuntarily escaped her nose.

After a while of this lewd play, I rolled over and helped my mother lie down, lifted her short skirt, ripped off her panties, and spread her snow-white thighs, exposing her already glistening, lustful vulva to my eyes. I quickly stripped myself naked, turned around, and knelt between my mother's legs, my already erect penis in hand.

"Son, we can't go on... We're mother and son!" My mother made her final struggle, and I hesitated too. Yes, we were mother and son. If I took advantage of her vulnerability and raped her, how could I face her afterwards? But my mother's next words shattered the last vestiges of my sanity.

"At least draw the curtains!"

I got up, drew the curtains, and locked the door to the outer room. When I returned to the bedroom, my mother had already undressed herself. She reached down to her crotch, using her middle and ring fingers to separate her thick labia majora, while using her other hand to prop herself up on the bed. Her sexy body—full hips, large breasts, fair skin, and a wet vulva—was now completely naked before me. She urged me, "My little rascal, come here quickly. This is where you were born… Okay… hurry back into Mommy's body!"

I pounced on my mother, kneeling again between her legs. "Oh my god, this is Mommy's vagina, the vagina that gave birth to me!"

"Yes… I gave birth to you here…"

"May I lick it?" Though it was a question, I had already bent down and gently licked the beautiful pink crevice deep inside with my tongue.

"No... ugh... dirty..."

My mother gently pushed my head away, stopping me from continuing. I got up and masturbated a couple of times, then aimed my large, shiny black glans at my mother's cunt. "Come on, Mom can't take it anymore... Hold your cock, aim at this little hole in the middle, and put your cock in... Oh... Ah... Slower..."

Under my mother's guidance, I returned to the place where I was born for the first time. This was the first time I had incest with my mother, and also the first time I had sex with a woman.

"Ah...Mom...it feels so good...Mom...good Mom!"

"Son, go slower...Mom hasn't done this in so long...you have to be gentle with me!"

"Mom, your pussy is so warm, it's so tight around my cock, it feels so good!"

Although Mom couldn't move her lower body on her own, she still had sensation, and the pleasure from sex was completely unaffected. "Mommy feels so good... Good son, you're so good at fucking!"

I was thrusting wildly into my mother's old cunt while greedily sucking on one of her purple grape-like nipples, murmuring ecstatically, "Mommy... mmm... Mommy..."

"Hmm... still sucking on Mommy's breast... you're such a child..."

After fucking for a while, my mother's cunt felt so good, warm, soft, and wet, like a baby's little mouth sucking on my cock. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly on my first time, so I was about to pull out and rest for a bit. Suddenly, Mom cried out, "Ah... Mom can't take it anymore... I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Mom had been a widow for many years, and her body was really too sensitive. She came to orgasm the first time I fucked her. Mom's orgasm made me feel it quickly, and I immediately increased the frequency of my thrusting. "Mom, I'm already..."

Mom felt my thrusting frequency increase and knew I was about to ejaculate. "It's okay, just ejaculate inside Mom's body!"

"Mom...aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

"It's alright, Mom is getting old, it's not that easy to get pregnant."

"Ah...I'm coming!" With a series of rapid thrusts, I finally ejaculated deep inside Mom's vagina, pouring thick semen into my biological mother's long-parched uterus.

"It's so hot...so comfortable...oh my god...Mom came again..."

I rested on my mother's body for a moment, regaining some of my strength. I got up and kissed my mother's slightly full, sexy lips deeply. This was my first kiss. I had always thought that kissing meant two people's lips touching. But my mother took the initiative and extended her nimble little tongue into my mouth, gently teasing my tongue tip, teaching me what it meant to cherish each other.

When our lips parted, my mother and I looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were filled with deep love, while my mother's eyes held love, affection, and a hint of guilt.

After a long silence, Mom spoke, "Son, do you look down on your mother?"

I shook my head in confusion, "Mom, what makes you say that!"

"Mom is a shameless woman, committing incest with her own son... Waaah... Mom is a bad woman..." As she spoke, Mom started crying again. "I'm so sorry for your deceased father... and even more sorry for you... Waaah!"

I hugged my mother and comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, your crying breaks my heart. It's all my fault today, but I truly love you, and when love is strong, it's hard to control oneself. We haven't done anything immoral, and we haven't wronged anyone!"

My mother was still sobbing, her cries so pitiful that I felt even more sorry for her. I lay down beside her, hugging her, and gently stroking her smooth back.

My mother cried for a while, then gradually stopped. "I don't blame you for what happened just now, but I'm a widow, and widows must be chaste. After this indulgence today, I'm afraid I won't even be in the ancestral grave in the future." I was about to say something in my defense when my mother continued, "Although I won't initiate intimacy with you, if you really want to..." "Mom, don't make things too hard on yourself and hurt yourself... Anyway, if you want to ruin my body, I can't resist, right?"

I finally understood. My mother was still clinging to traditional ideas and couldn't face our new relationship, but she was enjoying it. So she simply retreated to advance and found a reason to convince herself. I was finally relieved after understanding this. My hand that was on top of my mother moved down, along her smooth back, paused briefly on her pert buttocks, and continued to move forward, circling around to the front and gently stroking my mother's plump vulva. At this moment, white fluid was flowing out of her vagina. It was a mixture of my semen and her love fluid.

"Good Mom, since that's the case, then your son will continue to ravage your body!"

Mom reached down to my crotch and touched me, exclaiming with a mixture of love and hate, "My God, you're hard again so quickly?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's just that your body is too alluring."

"Come on... use your big cock to ravage Mom!"

I lay on top of Mom again, easily inserting my cock back into Mom's fat cunt. I had just ejaculated inside her vagina, so it was especially slippery, and it went in very easily.

"Mmm...you little rascal...be gentle, okay..."

"Good Mommy, your fat cunt is so slippery, so comfortable...it feels so good!"

"Oh...my son's big cock is so amazing...Mommy's in heaven again..."

My hands tightly embraced my mother's plump white buttocks, my big cock pounding against her cunt, her uterus, her flower with unprecedented speed and power!

"Mommy, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I breathed heavily, my words incoherent.

"Baby, fuck Mommy hard, Mommy doesn't want to live anymore." My mother's words were equally indistinct.

Nearly twenty years of widowhood was undoubtedly cruel for a beautiful and mature woman. That long-cherished body opened once more to her own son. The pleasure of lust, the tenderness of motherhood, and the thrill of incest mingled into a wild, untamed primal rage, unleashing the pent-up desire within her like a volcanic eruption.

Tears welled in her hazy, starry eyes; she bit her thin lower lip, moaning and groaning incessantly. Her whole body trembled, her two smooth, white arms gripping her son's buttocks tightly, pressing down forcefully, as if she wanted to force my testicles into her wet, throbbing vagina!

I held her round, plump buttocks and shook her wildly! Sway! Flick! Thrust! Time and again, I sowed the seeds of adultery within her womb!

All night, the bedroom was filled with the warmth

of spring. The next morning, a call came from the shopping mall where my mother worked, asking me to go to the finance department to collect her workers' compensation insurance. The long string of numbers took me a long time to count; this huge sum was enough for my mother and me to live a luxurious life together. After leaving my mother's workplace, I went to school to complete the leave of absence procedures, citing the reason that I needed to stay home to care for my mother, who was unable to care for herself due to illness. But the more important reason was that I didn't want to lose a single second spent with my mother. Every

cloud has a silver lining; who could have imagined that my mother's injury would turn a new page in our mother-son relationship?

Postscript:

Time flies. Six months later, one morning…

Outside, the sun shone brightly, but the curtains in my mother's and my bedroom were tightly drawn. Inside, my mother lay naked in the center of the double bed, one hand desperately covering the two purplish-red nipples of her large, fleshy breasts, the other gently stroking her forehead, as if she dared not look at her own son kneeling between her legs, thrusting like a piston.

Even though she had made love with her son countless times, she still blushed with shame each time he made his advances. After a series of rapid thrusts, with a deep, powerful groan from her son, hot fluid filled her lower body. She knew that her own son had ejaculated inside her once again.

I got up and kissed my mother's forehead. She gave me a reproachful look, and I knew it was because we had agreed to take her to the hospital for a checkup, but I couldn't help myself and had sex with her again before leaving.

I cleaned her down there, dressed her, helped her into her wheelchair, and then pushed her out the door. My

mother's back injury had been recovering well over the past six months; she could now sit on the bed and slightly raise and bend her legs. However, I wasn't there for a checkup, but because she hadn't had her period in a long time. The day before, she asked me to buy a pregnancy test, and two bright red lines appeared before us—she was indeed pregnant with my child.

"We can't keep it!" my mother and I said in unison. Although it was easy to say, deep down we both struggled, but after much deliberation, we finally reached this consensus.

The doctor's expression was clearly strange—why was a young son bringing his paralyzed mother for an abortion? Fortunately, the doctor didn't seem particularly curious and didn't ask questions like, "Where's the father?"

After the ultrasound, the doctor told me, "Your mother is over three months pregnant; an abortion is not possible. We can only have an induced labor." "

Then let's have an induced labor." Actually, I didn't understand the difference between an abortion and an induced labor, but I knew their purpose was the same.

The doctor shook his head. "As an older pregnant woman, inducing labor when the cervix is not mature is very dangerous and can easily cause severe bleeding. I suggest you wait until you are eight or nine months pregnant before having the induction."

Since my mother's life was at stake, I naturally accepted the doctor's advice. I pushed the wheelchair back home.

On the way, my mother told me she was very happy to be able to be with her beloved son and to conceive for him, even knowing it wouldn't work out. She said the process itself was the happiest thing in her life.

Prologue: October 14th, Sunny.

Today I received a love letter from my classmate Xiaohong. She wanted to be my girlfriend, and I rejected her without hesitation. She said she liked me, but I didn't like her at all. Even if I were to find a girlfriend, I would choose someone like my mother.

My mother was a voluptuous, mature middle-aged widow. She was 1.55 meters tall and weighed 140 pounds. Her large, almost sagging breasts seemed poised to burst from her clothes, and her plump, round buttocks were covered in alluring stretch marks. Her voluptuous figure, combined with her alabaster-white skin, made her arguably the most alluring mature woman in the world. My mother's face was even more captivating; time seemed to have left only a mature charm on her face, and every smile and gesture radiated maternal warmth.

I wish I could marry a woman as sexy and captivating as my mother someday. No! There will never be another woman as perfect as her in the world. Just to spend a night with my mother in this lifetime would be enough to make even death worthwhile!

—Excerpt from my elementary school diary

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My mother became a widow when I was very young and never remarried, raising me alone.

I slept in the same bed with my mother every night since I was little. My mother was always my goddess of sexiness when I was a child; not only were her features exquisite and beautiful, but her figure was also full and mature, incredibly voluptuous. Every night when she sleeps, she lies on her side next to me with her back to me. In the dim light of the nightlight, my mother's full breasts, shapely waist, plump buttocks, and long, fair legs create an indescribably beautiful picture.

My mother works as a saleswoman in a shopping mall, selling high-end cosmetics. The mall requires its employees to stand while serving customers and they cannot sit down even when there are no customers. My mother is getting on in years, and one day she suddenly suffered a back ache at work and was rushed to the hospital. By the time I arrived, the doctor had already diagnosed her with acute myelitis caused by long-term overwork. My mother's lower limbs were no longer able to move on their own, but fortunately, she still had sensation. The doctor said that the only treatment for my mother's condition was to rest at home. It would take anywhere from a year and a half to three to five years, but with proper care, it could completely heal on its own. However, after recovery, she would not be able to stand for long periods of time like before.

With the help of my mother's colleagues, I took her home. Everyone sat for a while, exchanged a few words, and then left. Only my mother and I remained in the house. Finally, unable to contain her grief, my mother embraced me and wept bitterly.

"My son, I'm paralyzed. What will I do for the rest of my life? Waaah..."

As my mother cried, her large breasts, which were pressed against my chest, trembled. I was surprised to find that although my mother's breasts looked a little saggy, they were so elastic. "Mom, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid of anything!" I gently patted my mother's back, continuing to comfort her. "Besides, didn't the doctor say that she can recover after resting for a while? It's okay, don't cry!"

Under my comforting words, my mother gradually calmed down. She still held me tightly with both hands, as if afraid of losing me. "My son, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life... Waaah..."

Through my mother's thin clothes, I could clearly feel how soft her body was, and her fragrance was captivating and alluring. My hand involuntarily slid down and covered my mother's round, large buttocks. "Sweetie, stop crying, or I'll spank you!" I said, raising my hand to gently pat my mother's big, fat bottom. I vaguely remembered that my mother used to punish me like this when I was little.

"You naughty son, even you bully Mommy." Despite my words, my mother finally stopped crying and started laughing.

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I boldly continued to place my hand on my mother's buttocks, feeling its softness and warmth, and then slowly moved my hand towards the deep crevice of my mother's buttocks.

"Son... what are you doing... let go of your mother!" Mother murmured softly, her full upper body twisting and struggling gently in my arms.

Although her lower body couldn't move on its own, it hadn't lost feeling. Having been a widow for so long, her mature body had been yearning for more than a decade. Her body clearly told her how much she craved the immoral things her own son was doing to her. Even knowing what was about to happen, she didn't want to leave her son's embrace, her body gradually softening in his arms.

"Mom."

"Hmm... let go... let go!" Although Mother said this, her body didn't move an inch. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and a strange flame burned in her heart.

My hand continued to dig into the mature mother's buttocks through the thin clothes. "Good mother, let me hold you a little longer!" Finally, my fingers touched my mother's anus, and my mother's delicate body trembled violently.

"You already have a girlfriend, why are you hugging me?"

My mother's words seemed to carry a strong hint of jealousy, which emboldened me even more. "Mom, you're talking about Xiaohong, right? There's nothing between us. She's the one who keeps bothering me, but my heart only belongs to you, Mom. Besides, how can she compare to you? You're much sexier than her! Mom, I love you!" As I spoke, I raised my hands again, wrapped them around my mother's thick waist, and gave her a solemn hug.

Hearing my obviously provocative hint, my mother was not angry at all. Instead, she felt a little excited. "It seems that my son really likes me. His penis, which is pressed against my thigh, is so hard and hot that it hurts me!" Thinking of this, my mother's vagina shamefully began to flow with a trickle of honey.

Mom felt her upper body go limp and out of her control. "Son, I can't sit still anymore, can you help me?"

I adjusted my position, hugging Mom from behind, letting her lean against me. "Is this more comfortable?"

"Mmm...ah...no!" Just as Mom said no, I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently placing it on her vulva through her underwear. "You naughty son, don't touch me...Mom can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I became even bolder, pulling down her panties and letting my fingers directly caress her already overflowing, plump vulva. At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either, cupping one of her large, fleshy breasts and kneading it without restraint. My mother involuntarily let out a series of intoxicating moans.

After fondling her for a while, I rolled over, helping my mother lie down, lifting her short skirt, ripping off her panties, and spreading her snow-white thighs, exposing her already glistening, lustful vulva to my eyes. I quickly stripped myself naked, turned around, and knelt between my mother's legs, my already erect penis in hand.

"Son, we can't go on... We're mother and son!" My mother made her final struggle, and I hesitated too. Yes, we were mother and son. If I took advantage of her vulnerability and raped her, how could I face her afterwards? But my mother's next words shattered the last vestiges of my sanity.

"At least draw the curtains!"

I got up, drew the curtains, and locked the door to the outer room. When I returned to the bedroom, my mother had already undressed herself. She reached down to her crotch, using her middle and ring fingers to separate her thick labia majora, while using her other hand to prop herself up on the bed. Her sexy body—full hips, large breasts, fair skin, and a wet vulva—was now completely naked before me. She urged me, "My little rascal, come here quickly. This is where you were born… Okay… hurry back into Mommy's body!"

I pounced on my mother, kneeling again between her legs. "Oh my god, this is Mommy's vagina, the vagina that gave birth to me!"

"Yes… I gave birth to you here…"

"Can I lick it?" Although it was a question, I bent down as soon as I finished speaking, gently licking the beautiful pink slit deep inside her.

"No... ugh... dirty..."

My mother gently pushed my head away, not letting me continue. I got up and stroked my penis a couple of times, then aimed my large, shiny black glans at my mother's cunt. "Come on, Mom can't take it anymore... Hold your penis, aim at this little hole in the middle, and put your penis in... oh... ah... slower..."

Under my mother's guidance, I returned to the place where I was born for the first time. This was the first time I had incest with my mother, and also the first time I had sex with a woman.

"Ah...Mom...it feels so good...Mom...good Mom!"

"Son, go slower...Mom hasn't done this in so long...you have to be gentle with me!"

"Mom, your pussy is so warm, it's so tight around my cock, it feels so good!"

Although Mom couldn't move her lower body on her own, she still had sensation, and the pleasure from sex was completely unaffected. "Mommy feels so good... Good son, you're so good at fucking!"

I was thrusting wildly into my mother's old cunt while greedily sucking on one of her purple grape-like nipples, murmuring ecstatically, "Mommy... mmm... Mommy..."

"Hmm... still sucking on Mommy's breast... you're such a child..."

After fucking for a while, my mother's cunt felt so good, warm, soft, and wet, like a baby's little mouth sucking on my cock. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly on my first time, so I was about to pull out and rest for a bit. Suddenly, Mom cried out, "Ah... Mom can't take it anymore... I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Mom had been a widow for many years, and her body was really too sensitive. She came to orgasm the first time I fucked her. Mom's orgasm made me feel it quickly, and I immediately increased the frequency of my thrusting. "Mom, I'm already..."

Mom felt my thrusting frequency increase and knew I was about to ejaculate. "It's okay, just ejaculate inside Mom's body!"

"Mom...aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

"It's alright, Mom is getting old, it's not that easy to get pregnant."

"Ah...I'm coming!" With a series of rapid thrusts, I finally ejaculated deep inside Mom's vagina, pouring thick semen into my biological mother's long-parched uterus.

"It's so hot...so comfortable...oh my god...Mom came again..."

I rested on my mother's body for a moment, regaining some of my strength. I got up and kissed my mother's slightly full, sexy lips deeply. This was my first kiss. I had always thought that kissing meant two people's lips touching. But my mother took the initiative and extended her nimble little tongue into my mouth, gently teasing my tongue tip, teaching me what it meant to cherish each other.

When our lips parted, my mother and I looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were filled with deep love, while my mother's eyes held love, affection, and a hint of guilt.

After a long silence, Mom spoke, "Son, do you look down on your mother?"

I shook my head in confusion, "Mom, what makes you say that!"

"Mom is a shameless woman, committing incest with her own son... Waaah... Mom is a bad woman..." As she spoke, Mom started crying again. "I'm so sorry for your deceased father... and even more sorry for you... Waaah!"

I hugged my mother and comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, your crying breaks my heart. It's all my fault today, but I truly love you, and when love is strong, it's hard to control oneself. We haven't done anything immoral, and we haven't wronged anyone!"

My mother was still sobbing, her cries so pitiful that I felt even more sorry for her. I lay down beside her, hugging her, and gently stroking her smooth back.

My mother cried for a while, then gradually stopped. "I don't blame you for what happened just now, but I'm a widow, and widows must be chaste. After this indulgence today, I'm afraid I won't even be in the ancestral grave in the future." I was about to say something in my defense when my mother continued, "Although I won't initiate intimacy with you, if you really want to..." "Mom, don't make things too hard on yourself and hurt yourself... Anyway, if you want to ruin my body, I can't resist, right?"

I finally understood. My mother was still clinging to traditional ideas and couldn't face our new relationship, but she was enjoying it. So she simply retreated to advance and found a reason to convince herself. I was finally relieved after understanding this. My hand that was on top of my mother moved down, along her smooth back, paused briefly on her pert buttocks, and continued to move forward, circling around to the front and gently stroking my mother's plump vulva. At this moment, white fluid was flowing out of her vagina. It was a mixture of my semen and her love fluid.

"Good Mom, since that's the case, then your son will continue to ravage your body!"

Mom reached down to my crotch and touched me, exclaiming with a mixture of love and hate, "My God, you're hard again so quickly?!"

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's just that your body is too alluring."

"Come on... use your big cock to ravage Mom!"

I lay on top of Mom again, easily inserting my cock back into Mom's fat cunt. I had just ejaculated inside her vagina, so it was especially slippery, and it went in very easily.

"Mmm...you little rascal...be gentle, okay..."

"Good Mommy, your fat cunt is so slippery, so comfortable...it feels so good!"

"Oh...my son's big cock is so amazing...Mommy's in heaven again..."

My hands tightly embraced Mommy's plump white buttocks, my big cock pounding against her cunt, her uterus, her flower with unprecedented speed and power!

"Mommy, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I breathed heavily, my words incoherent.

"Baby, fuck Mommy hard, Mommy doesn't want to live anymore." Mommy's words were equally indistinct.

Nearly twenty years of widowhood was undoubtedly cruel for a beautiful and mature woman. Her body, sealed shut for so many years, was once again opened to her own son. The pleasure of lust, the tenderness of motherhood, and the thrill of incest mingled into a

wild, untamed primal rage, causing the lust hidden deep within her to erupt like a volcano, unstoppable. Tears welled in her hazy, starry eyes; she bit her thin lower lip, moaning and groaning incoherently. Her whole body trembled, her two smooth, white arms tightly gripping her son's buttocks, pressing down forcefully, as if she wanted to squeeze my testicles into her wet, throbbing vagina!

I held her round, large buttocks and shook her wildly! *Sway! Flick! Thrust!* Time and again, he sowed the seeds of infidelity in her womb!

The bedroom was filled with the scent of spring all night.

The next morning, a call came from the shopping mall where my mother worked, asking me to go to the finance department to collect her workers' compensation insurance. The long string of numbers took me a long time to count; this huge sum was enough for my mother and me to live a luxurious life together. After leaving my mother's workplace, I went to school to complete the leave of absence procedures, citing the reason that I needed to stay home to care for my mother, who was unable to care for herself due to illness. But the more important reason was that I didn't want to lose a single second spent with her.

Every cloud has a silver lining; who could have imagined that my mother's injury would turn a new page in our mother-son relationship?

Postscript:

Time flies like an arrow. Six months later, one morning,

the sun shone brightly outside, but the curtains in my mother's and my bedroom were tightly drawn. Inside, my mother lay naked in the center of the double bed, one hand desperately covering the two purplish-red nipples of her large, fleshy breasts, the other gently stroking her forehead, as if she dared not look at her own son kneeling between her legs, thrusting like a piston.

Even though she had made love with her son countless times, she still blushed with shame each time he made his advances. After a series of rapid thrusts, with a deep, powerful groan from her son, hot fluid filled her lower body. She knew her own son had ejaculated inside her again.

I got up and kissed my mother's forehead. She gave me a reproachful look, and I knew it was because we had agreed to take her to the hospital for a checkup, but I couldn't help myself and had sex with her again before leaving.

I cleaned her genitals, dressed her, helped her into her wheelchair, and then pushed her out the door.

My mother's back injury had recovered well over the past six months; she could now sit on the bed and slightly raise and bend her legs. However, it wasn't for a follow-up checkup on her back injury. It was because my mother hadn't had her period in a long time, and the day before, she had me buy a pregnancy test. Two prominent red lines appeared before us; my mother was indeed pregnant with my child.

"We can't keep it!" my mother and I said in unison. Although it was easier said than done, deep down we both struggled, but after much deliberation, we finally reached this consensus.

The doctor's expression was clearly puzzled as to why a young son was bringing his paralyzed mother for an abortion. Fortunately, the doctor didn't seem particularly curious and didn't ask questions like, "Where is the father?"

After the ultrasound, the doctor told me, "Your mother is over three months pregnant and can't have an abortion; we can only induce labor." "

Then let's do the induced labor." Actually, I didn't understand the difference between an abortion and induced labor, but I knew they both aimed for the same thing.

The doctor shook his head. "As an older pregnant woman, induced labor when the cervix is immature is very dangerous and can easily cause severe bleeding. I suggest you wait until she's eight or nine months pregnant before inducing labor."

Since my mother's life was at stake, I naturally accepted the doctor's advice. I pushed the wheelchair back home.

On the way, my mother told me that she was very happy to be able to be with her beloved biological son and to get pregnant with his child, even though she knew there would be no result. She said that the process itself was the happiest thing in her life.

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