The lust of a beautiful and sexy mother

I'm 25 years old this year. There's no one else in my family, just my mother and me. My father died in an accident when I was 5 years old. Fortunately, he left behind some property and savings, so we never had to worry about making a living.

My mother married my father early, when she was only 20.

She's not a stunning beauty, but she's pretty and the kind of woman whose looks grow on you. Although she's 45, she's well-maintained and is indeed a mature, sexy, and voluptuous middle-aged woman. She possesses both mature feminine charm and a beautiful face. Her slender 23-inch waist and 38-inch pert hips exude feminine sexiness and allure.

Especially her pair of high, full E-cup breasts, which seemed about to burst out of her top at any moment, would make any man's heart itch to pinch them.

Although my mother's youth had faded, she was still proud of her figure, especially her remarkably fair skin.

Therefore, she put in twice the effort of others to work out, and her hips, combined with her long, straight, white legs—the curves of her hips were truly like those of a perfectly sculpted model, very alluring. Her proportions were remarkably balanced, and her figure definitely surpassed that of the average young woman.

Because of this, my mother would dress slightly sexier when she went out on her free time.

Although my mother is 45 years old, she is still quite healthy and has fair skin due to regular exercise. She still looks like a woman in her late twenties with a certain charm, especially when she walks, her slightly sagging breasts and pert buttocks sway gently, which is quite alluring.

Of course, this can only be seen in the summer when my mother wears less clothing at home and doesn't wear a bra. Usually, when she goes out, my mother dresses very traditionally, and in the eyes of those around her, she is an absolutely dutiful and obedient housewife.

Since my house is a two-story detached house, there is only one bathroom, which is right next to my room. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard someone open the bathroom door and go in. I curiously pushed open the window a crack and looked through the bathroom vent. It turned out that my mother had gone into the bathroom to take a shower. I waited for a while until I heard the sound of water running. Then I secretly stood on the desk and looked down into the bathroom through the vent. The shock of my mother's snow-white body made my little brother swell up again. In particular, her two large and beautiful breasts made my blood boil. I excitedly masturbated while watching. I watched my mother wash her smooth white body and occasionally knead her breasts, which were slightly sagging because they were too big. Oh.

I felt incredibly fortunate to have such a beautiful and sexy biological mother. As a young man, I longed to possess this mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother, but my biggest challenge was how to seduce her.

Having read numerous novels online depicting incestuous relationships and mother-son incest, I developed a strong lust for her. I

constantly fantasized about having sex with her, making her the object of my sexual fantasies.

Normally, after showering, my mother wouldn't wash her underwear immediately; she would usually wash it the next day along with other clothes.

I would then smell her underwear, sucking on the yellowish urine stains in the center, fantasizing about her tender vulva, and masturbating while holding my penis in my hand.

Sometimes the urine stains on my mother's underwear were dried, a yellowish clump, smelling of urine, fishy.

Licking it, it was salty, from dry to wet, slippery and sticky.

Every time, I was so excited. Sometimes, the small piece of cloth covering her private parts would have traces of her vaginal secretions, still retaining the unique fragrance of her genitals.

I would press my mother's underwear, with its sweet and sour smell of vaginal fluid mixed with the pungent odor of urine and sweat, to my nose and lick it hard, almost swallowing the white discharge stains as well.

I thought to myself, "Mother, let your own son lick your tender little hole, lick your labia majora and labia minora, suck your clitoris, oh! The smell of your urine, the smell of your vaginal discharge, the smell of your vaginal fluid, ah! So satisfying." One weekend afternoon, I returned home after get off work, and my mother was cooking, busy as a bee.

My mother stood by the kitchen door, staring intently at her full, round buttocks that seemed about to burst out of her short skirt, and her plump, fair legs beneath it. The pink skirt vaguely revealed tiny panties, and the indentation squeezed into her buttocks was incredibly alluring, making my whole body heat up. I really wanted to rush forward, hug her, and caress and play with those plump buttocks.

In my fantasy, her mature and beautiful body, her labia darkened from friction, her pert buttocks, and her slender waist gave me a sinful pleasure. I started imagining whether my mother's vulva was like those of mature women, but I quickly dismissed the thought. After all, she was my own mother, and I felt guilty.

I said, "Mom! The food smells so good! There's so much food, we won't be able to finish it all! It'll be enough for the two of us!" My penis got slightly erect, and I couldn't help but step forward, using praise as a cover to approach my mother's back, my chest pressed against her back.

At this moment, one could peek through her loose collar and see her two large, plump, white, and tender breasts, so smooth they seemed about to burst, swaying gently. One

could even see the color of her areolas, a deep, dark red.

The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly tempting, and between her breasts was a charming, adorable cleavage—it was all so alluring.

The mother said, "That's all! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat!" The mother came out of the kitchen carrying the dish, her tempting breasts rising and falling with each breath, so beautiful and alluring.

When my mother served me the food, my eyes widened. She was wearing a sleeveless, high-necked dress, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and lotus-root-like arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her prominent breasts and rosy nipples.

I desperately wanted to reach out and touch them.

My mother said, "Son, we can eat now." I'd always thought my mother was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more captivated. I reached out and took her hand. "Okay, let's eat together." My mother seemed flustered by my action, but she didn't refuse.

At the table, I kept staring into my mother's eyes; she seemed constantly uneasy.

"Son, why are you staring at your mother like that?" "You look especially beautiful today, so I couldn't help but glance at you a few more times." "It's true, Mother, I've always thought you were beautiful." "Ah, I'm getting old." My mother touched her face and sighed softly.

Looking down at my mother, I saw her long, slender legs beneath her skirt, exuding the softness of a mature woman.

Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my chopsticks and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that her underwear, extending down to just below the crotch of her thighs, was white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace.

The fabric itself was thin and transparent, barely covering her slightly protruding vulva, but the black, curly pubic hair between her legs was clearly visible.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white genitals as her legs parted, my heart felt like it was going to explode.

After I stood up, my mind was filled with images of my mother's genitals.

(II) "You little rascal! Don't you dare try to take advantage of your mother.

" A faint smile appeared on her face, mixed with a blush that was rarely seen.

After dinner, my mother and I sat in the living room chatting.

Was something wrong? I told my mother.

Seeing my face flushed red, my mother's anger turned to confusion. What was there to be ashamed of? What happened? My mother patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

If I told the truth, my mother couldn't laugh at me! I had made up my mind, and with an expression of utter despair on my face, I sat down next to my mother.

"Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, so hurry up and tell me!" My words piqued her curiosity. "

Uh... I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

Insomnia! Why? I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts.

So Mom was startled, and her questioning turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can solve the problem properly." Mom leaned closer to my knees, gently patting my thigh, encouraging me to speak.

I was secretly delighted, but my face showed melancholy: "I feel like I'm going crazy. Just seeing the girls in the office makes my blood run cold, I feel like I'm about to explode!" "Mom nodded deeply: It's normal for young people in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it to heart. Was it because of this that you... this time with me?" "Yes... But, Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women.

" "Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" Mom exclaimed. "

That's why I've been desperately trying to restrain myself. I've been stubbornly clinging to the idea that women's bodies are different from men's.

" "Mother, what should I do?" "You want to see women's genitals, right?" Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Would you feel much better if you knew the differences between their genitals and men's?" "Yes! That's it."

After some consideration, my mother, wanting her son to marry and have children to honor his deceased father, resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed I had persuaded her; she was ready to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool.

Solving her son's problems was equivalent to solving everyone's problems, wasn't it? My genitals are for reference; hopefully, after seeing them, you won't have any more problems, understand? I almost laughed out loud; my mother had indeed fallen for it.

I never imagined that I could now legitimately observe my mother's beautiful genitals again, and even… I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. For the education, light was needed, so my mother turned on the wall lamp.

Under the bright light of the room, my mother took off her high heels, lifted her short skirt, and pulled her underwear down to her knees. The white, semi-transparent underwear that I had just seen slowly left her body, immediately arousing me.

My mother's cheeks flushed: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying back on the sofa, my mother exposed her lower body, her legs slowly spreading open, revealing her private parts to her son.

My mother's thighs were spread wide apart, and I looked down at her curly pubic hair... Unlike the women in the photos, whose pubic hair was all over their bodies and filthy, my mother's curly pubic hair only grew on her mons pubis, and the area around her labia majora was clean and hairless... My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between my mother's knees, my hot breath constantly escaping from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was a very alluring pose.

What came into view was my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and curly, glossy pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from her tightly closed vulva... By the bright light in the room, I spread my mother's thighs apart and looked closely at her curly pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.

Wow! This is the female genitalia! My mother's genitals are so beautiful! I gazed at the tiny clitoris at the tip of her vulva, shyly peeking out.

Since my father passed away 25 years ago, and even if he were still alive, he was rarely home because he was a businessman. In my memory, my parents slept together very few times. Therefore, I guessed my mother might not have truly experienced the pleasures between men and women… Gradually, my mother's mysterious valley slowly moistened, her labia majora like a long-sealed gate slowly opening, while her labia minora bloomed like a beautiful rose.

In the center of this flower, I saw the path I had taken 25 years ago, and at the end of that path was the haven I had longed for. Looking at my mother's pink, tender entrance, I confirmed my suspicions… My father simply didn't have the time to cultivate this sacred place within my mother.

Is that enough? My mother sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—a sight even her husband had never seen so closely—to her son… “Mother, let me look again, there’s still something I don’t understand.”

I quickly grasped my mother’s slender, pale foot with my left hand, forcing her to lie back down helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing the entire pink clitoris, so small and adorable.

I grasped the trembling bud, and my mother unconsciously arched her back upwards. Ah! A soft moan escaped her throat, for I had grasped the sensitive bud.

At the same time, my fingers gently rubbed my mother’s clitoris.

My warm breath sprayed onto her vulva, and my mother trembled slightly.

I intensified my tongue's rapid back-and-forth flicking of my mother's clitoris, occasionally playfully pulling it up and down with my lips.

My mother's skirt was also rolled up at her waist, exposing the key parts of her upper and lower body to me completely.

With one hand, I unzipped my pants, revealing a large penis about 5 centimeters thick. The glans, the size of an egg, was purplish-red, and 20 centimeters of it protruded from the pants. The base of the penis, scrotum, and testicles were all hidden inside.

My mother had never seen such a large penis before and almost fainted from fright. In comparison, my father's penis was child's play, only four inches long and almost half the thickness of mine.

Although my mother was a woman who had given birth, she still felt a similar intense pain and a feeling of being about to explode when I penetrated her.

My glans parted her labia minora and vaginal walls, and I slowly inserted myself, until I could go no further at the top of her vagina.

My mother felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, her vagina being stretched tightly.

Fortunately, I was also enjoying the intense squeezing of my mother's tight vaginal walls against my penis, and I was in no hurry to start thrusting.

My mother felt her lower body begin to heat up and become moist, her vagina and uterus gradually adapting to the insertion of my penis, and she began to secrete mucus.

Years of suppressed desire began to stir, even her ovaries, which had been dormant for 20 years, started to swell and ache slightly due to congestion.

After I had adjusted to my mother's genitals, I began to try slow thrusting.

Waves of pleasure from the friction emanated from her vaginal walls, making her genitals even more moist. Every fold of her vaginal walls stretched out, and an excited current flowed from her uterus and ovaries, through her breasts that had been sucked until they were soft and her nipples were erect, all the way to her nerve center.

My mother couldn't help but moan, even she was surprised by the wantonness in her soft moans.

The chastity she had guarded for decades vanished in those few minutes; her carefully preserved female body was taken by her own son, and her heart, filled with unbearable shame and indignation, was stirred by a whirlpool of lust.

And so, in the slow and prolonged thrusting, the mother was pushed irrevocably to the edge.

She hated her own body and despised her own reactions, but her body writhed uncontrollably with each thrust, her legs unconsciously slapping against my buttocks.

Wave after wave of pleasure finally engulfed my mother. She was drenched in sweat, her breasts spasming from deep within her uterus, stiffening her body as if she were floating. Her veins felt like they were about to burst. After a series of rapid moans, her body went limp.

My mother's lower body was now overflowing with fluids, and my penis made a squelching sound as it entered her, her juices splattering everywhere.

Soon, my mother, who had just come down from the peak of her climax, was pushed to another, even higher climax, and then another… My mother and I had sexual relations about a year and a half ago. It took me about three months to get her to have incestuous relations with me, with her half-willingness. Afterwards, my mother didn't blame me; everything was natural. I gave my mother's voluptuous and mature body an orgasm she had never experienced before, and I also felt unusually excited because of having sex with my own mother.

During this time, my mother became deeply infatuated with my young penis, and her long-dormant sexual desire erupted like a volcano.

My mother's long-dormant and vigorous sexual desire was completely ignited.

The taboo of incest brought my mother and me an indescribable pleasure from sex.

Like opium addicts, we were deeply captivated by this forbidden pleasure.

After our first time, my mother and I reached a tacit understanding: when acquaintances were present, we were a normal mother and son; otherwise, I could do whatever I wanted with her body. So, for over a year now, no one has known that my dutiful mother and I had a physical relationship.

I am twenty-five years old. There is no one else in my family, just my mother and me. My father died in an accident when I was five. Fortunately, he left some property and savings, so we never had to worry about making ends meet.

My mother married my father early, when she was only 20.

She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was pretty and had a captivating charm. Although she was 45, she was well-maintained and undeniably a mature, sexy, and voluptuous middle-aged woman. She possessed both mature feminine allure and a beautiful face. Her slender 23-inch waist and 38-inch pert hips exuded feminine sexiness and allure.

Her large, full, E-cup breasts, in particular, seemed poised to burst through her clothes at any moment, tempting any man to want to pinch them.

Although her youth had faded, she was still proud of her figure, especially her remarkably fair skin.

So she put in twice the effort of others to get fit, and her entire hip bone, plus her white and straight legs—the curve of her hip bone is just like that of a perfectly sculpted model, truly captivating. Her proportions are remarkably balanced, and her figure definitely surpasses that of the average young woman.

Because of this, my mother sometimes dresses a little sexily when she goes out.

Although my mother is 45 years old, because of her regular exercise, she has always been quite healthy, with fair skin, and still looks like a woman in her prime with a lingering charm. Especially when she walks, her two slightly sagging breasts and pert buttocks sway gently, arousing the imagination.

Of course, this can only be seen in the summer when my mother wears less clothing and doesn't wear a bra at home. Normally, when she goes out, my mother dresses very traditionally, and in the eyes of those around her, she is an absolutely obedient housewife.

Since my house is a two-story detached house, there is only one bathroom, which is right next to my room. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard someone open the bathroom door and go in. I curiously pushed open the window a crack and looked through the bathroom vent. It turned out that my mother had gone into the bathroom to take a shower. I waited for a while until I heard the sound of water running. Then I secretly stood on the desk and looked down into the bathroom through the vent. The shock of my mother's snow-white body made my little brother swell up again. In particular, her two large and beautiful breasts made my blood boil. I excitedly masturbated while watching. I watched my mother wash her smooth white body and occasionally knead her breasts, which were slightly sagging because they were too big. Oh.

I felt incredibly fortunate to have such a beautiful and sexy biological mother. As a young man, I longed to possess this mature, voluptuous, and sexy mother, but my biggest challenge was how to seduce her.

Having read numerous novels online depicting incestuous relationships and mother-son incest, I developed a strong lust for her. I

constantly fantasized about having sex with her, making her the object of my sexual fantasies.

Normally, after showering, my mother wouldn't wash her underwear immediately; she would usually wash it the next day along with other clothes.

I would then smell her underwear, sucking on the yellowish urine stains in the center, fantasizing about her tender vulva, and masturbating while holding my penis in my hand.

Sometimes the urine stains on my mother's underwear were dried, a yellowish clump, smelling of urine, fishy.

Licking it, it was salty, from dry to wet, slippery and sticky.

Every time, I was so excited. Sometimes, the small piece of cloth covering her private parts would have traces of her vaginal secretions, still retaining the unique fragrance of her genitals.

I would press my mother's underwear, with its sweet and sour smell of vaginal fluid mixed with the pungent odor of urine and sweat, to my nose and lick it hard, almost swallowing the white discharge stains as well.

I thought to myself, "Mother, let your own son lick your tender little hole, lick your labia majora and labia minora, suck your clitoris, oh! The smell of your urine, the smell of your vaginal discharge, the smell of your vaginal fluid, ah! So satisfying." One weekend afternoon, I returned home after get off work, and my mother was cooking, busy as a bee.

My mother stood by the kitchen door, staring intently at her full, round buttocks that seemed about to burst out of her short skirt, and her plump, fair legs beneath it. The pink skirt vaguely revealed tiny panties, and the indentation squeezed into her buttocks was incredibly alluring, making my whole body heat up. I really wanted to rush forward, hug her, and caress and play with those plump buttocks.

In my fantasy, her mature and beautiful body, her labia darkened from friction, her pert buttocks, and her slender waist gave me a sinful pleasure. I started imagining whether my mother's vulva was like those of mature women, but I quickly dismissed the thought. After all, she was my own mother, and I felt guilty.

I said, "Mom! The food smells so good! There's so much food, we won't be able to finish it all! It'll be enough for the two of us!" My penis got slightly erect, and I couldn't help but step forward, using praise as a cover to approach my mother's back, my chest pressed against her back.

At this moment, one could peek through her loose collar and see her two large, plump, white, and tender breasts, so smooth they seemed about to burst, swaying gently. One

could even see the color of her areolas, a deep, dark red.

The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly tempting, and between her breasts was a charming, adorable cleavage—it was all so alluring.

The mother said, "That's all! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat!" The mother came out of the kitchen carrying the dish, her tempting breasts rising and falling with each breath, so beautiful and alluring.

When my mother served me the food, my eyes widened. She was wearing a sleeveless, high-necked dress, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and lotus-root-like arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her prominent breasts and rosy nipples.

I desperately wanted to reach out and touch them.

My mother said, "Son, we can eat now." I'd always thought my mother was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more captivated. I reached out and took her hand. "Okay, let's eat together." My mother seemed flustered by my action, but she didn't refuse.

At the table, I kept staring into my mother's eyes; she seemed constantly uneasy.

"Son, why are you staring at your mother like that?" "You look especially beautiful today, so I couldn't help but glance at you a few more times." "It's true, Mother, I've always thought you were beautiful." "Sigh, Mom's getting old." As she spoke, my mother touched her face and sighed softly.

I looked down at my mother then, and her long, slender legs were visible beneath her skirt, exuding the gentle grace of a mature woman.

I couldn't resist the temptation, so I pretended to drop my chopsticks and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that my mother's panties, which extended down to just below the crotch of her thighs, were white and semi-transparent,

with elegant lace embroidered around the edges. The fabric itself was thin and transparent, barely covering her slightly protruding vulva, but the black, curly pubic hair between her legs was clearly visible.

Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body when her legs were spread apart, my heart felt like it was going to explode.

After I stood up, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's genitals.

(II) "You little rascal! Don't you dare try to take advantage of your mother.

" A faint smile appeared on her face, mixed with a blush that was rarely seen on her face.

After dinner, my mother and I sat in the living room chatting.

"Is something wrong?"

I asked, telling my mother. Seeing my face flushed red, her anger turned to confusion. "What's there to be shy about? What's wrong?" My mother patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her. "

If I tell the truth, Mom can't laugh at me!" I thought, my mind made up, a pained expression on my face, and sat down next to my mother. "

Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My mother's curiosity was piqued. "

Uh… I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

Insomnia! Why? I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes I even have suicidal thoughts.

So Mom was startled by my outburst, and her questioning turned into concern: "I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can solve the problem properly." Mom leaned closer to my knees, gently patting my thigh to encourage me to speak.

I was secretly pleased, but my face showed worry: "I feel like I'm going crazy! Just seeing a girl in the office makes my blood run cold, I feel like I'm about to explode!" Mom nodded deeply: "It's normal for young people in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don't take it to heart. This time, your actions towards Mom… were because of this?" "Yes… but, Mom, I really want to see women's bodies, I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women."

"Absolutely not! Doing that will ruin your life!" Mom exclaimed.

That's why I've been desperately trying to endure it. The idea that a woman's body is different from a man's has been stubbornly ingrained in my mind.

Mother, what should I do? You want to see a woman's genitals, right? My mother asked me, trying to sound calm: "Would you feel much better if you knew the differences between their genitals and men's?" Yes! That's it.

My mother considered it for a moment. To ensure her son could marry and have children and be worthy of his deceased father, she resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed I had persuaded her; she was prepared to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool to educate her son.

Solving my son's troubles is equivalent to solving everyone's troubles, isn't it? My genitals are for reference; I hope that after seeing them, you won't have any more troubles, understand? I almost burst out laughing; my mother had fallen for it.

I never imagined that I could now legitimately examine my mother's beautiful lower body again, and even… I quickly nodded in agreement.

The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. Needing light for our educational purposes, my mother turned on the wall lamp.

In the bright light, she took off her high heels, lifted her skirt, and pulled her underwear down to her knees. The white, semi-transparent underwear I had just seen slowly disappeared from her body, instantly arousing me.

My mother's cheeks flushed: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying back on the sofa, my mother, her lower body exposed, slowly spread her legs, revealing her private parts to her son.

My mother's thighs were spread wide apart, and I looked down at her curly pubic hair... Unlike the women in the photos, whose pubic hair was all over their bodies and filthy, my mother's curly pubic hair only grew on her mons pubis, and the area around her labia majora was clean and hairless... My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between my mother's knees, my hot breath constantly escaping from my nostrils.

Indeed, it was a very alluring pose.

What came into view was my mother's high, rounded mons pubis and curly, glossy pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from her tightly closed vulva... By the bright light in the room, I spread my mother's thighs apart and looked closely at her curly pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.

Wow! This is the female genitalia! My mother's genitals are so beautiful! I gazed at the tiny clitoris at the tip of her vulva, shyly peeking out.

Since my father passed away 25 years ago, and even if he were still alive, he was rarely home because he was a businessman. In my memory, my parents slept together very few times. Therefore, I guessed my mother might not have truly experienced the pleasures between men and women… Gradually, my mother's mysterious valley slowly moistened, her labia majora like a long-sealed gate slowly opening, while her labia minora bloomed like a beautiful rose.

In the center of this flower, I saw the path I had taken 25 years ago, and at the end of that path was the haven I had longed for. Looking at my mother's pink, tender entrance, I confirmed my suspicions… My father simply didn't have the time to cultivate this sacred place within my mother.

Is that enough? My mother sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—a sight even her husband had never seen so closely—to her son… “Mother, let me look again, there’s still something I don’t understand.”

I quickly grasped my mother’s slender, pale foot with my left hand, forcing her to lie back down helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing the entire pink clitoris, so small and adorable.

I grasped the trembling bud, and my mother unconsciously arched her back upwards. Ah! A soft moan escaped her throat, for I had grasped the sensitive bud.

At the same time, my fingers gently rubbed my mother’s clitoris.

My warm breath sprayed onto her vulva, and my mother trembled slightly.

I intensified my tongue's rapid back-and-forth flicking of my mother's clitoris, occasionally playfully pulling it up and down with my lips.

My mother's skirt was also rolled up at her waist, exposing the key parts of her upper and lower body to me completely.

With one hand, I unzipped my pants, revealing a large penis about 5 centimeters thick. The glans, the size of an egg, was purplish-red, and 20 centimeters of it protruded from the pants. The base of the penis, scrotum, and testicles were all hidden inside.

My mother had never seen such a large penis before and almost fainted from fright. In comparison, my father's penis was child's play, only four inches long and almost half the thickness of mine.

Although my mother was a woman who had given birth, she still felt a similar intense pain and a feeling of being about to explode when I penetrated her.

My glans parted her labia minora and vaginal walls, and I slowly inserted myself, until I could go no further at the top of her vagina.

My mother felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, her vagina being stretched tightly.

Fortunately, I was also enjoying the intense squeezing of my mother's tight vaginal walls against my penis, and I was in no hurry to start thrusting.

My mother felt her lower body begin to heat up and become moist, her vagina and uterus gradually adapting to the insertion of my penis, and she began to secrete mucus.

Years of suppressed desire began to stir, even her ovaries, which had been dormant for 20 years, started to swell and ache slightly due to congestion.

After I had adjusted to my mother's genitals, I began to try slow thrusting.

Waves of pleasure from the friction emanated from her vaginal walls, making her genitals even more moist. Every fold of her vaginal walls stretched out, and an excited current flowed from her uterus and ovaries, through her breasts that had been sucked until they were soft and her nipples were erect, all the way to her nerve center.

My mother couldn't help but moan, even she was surprised by the wantonness in her soft moans.

The chastity she had guarded for decades vanished in those few minutes; her carefully preserved female body was taken by her own son, and her heart, filled with unbearable shame and indignation, was stirred by a whirlpool of lust.

And so, in the slow and prolonged thrusting, the mother was pushed irrevocably to the edge.

She hated her own body and despised her own reactions, but her body writhed uncontrollably with each thrust, her legs unconsciously slapping against my buttocks.

Wave after wave of pleasure finally engulfed my mother. She was drenched in sweat, her breasts spasming from deep within her uterus, stiffening her body as if she were floating. Her veins felt like they were about to burst. After a series of rapid moans, her body went limp.

My mother's lower body was now overflowing with fluids, and my penis made a squelching sound as it entered her, her juices splattering everywhere.

Soon, my mother, who had just come down from the peak of her climax, was pushed to another, even higher climax, and then another… My mother and I had sexual relations about a year and a half ago. It took me about three months to get her to have incestuous relations with me, with her half-willingness. Afterwards, my mother didn't blame me; everything was natural. I gave my mother's voluptuous and mature body an orgasm she had never experienced before, and I also felt unusually excited because of having sex with my own mother.

During this time, my mother became deeply infatuated with my young penis, and her long-dormant sexual desire erupted like a volcano.

My mother's long-dormant and vigorous sexual desire was completely ignited.

The taboo of incest allowed my mother and me to experience an indescribable pleasure from incestuous sex.

Like opium addicts, we were deeply captivated by this pleasure.

After our first time, my mother and I reached a tacit understanding: when familiar people were around, we were a normal mother and son; otherwise, I could do whatever I wanted with her body. So, for over a year now, no one has known that my dutiful mother and I had a physical relationship.

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