Big-breasted lover

My sister-in-law was learning computers.

The morning sun had already illuminated the white curtains of the hotel. Beside the white curtains, a woman in her thirties lay with her legs wide open, male semen occasionally flowing from her genitals. A boy, only seventeen or eighteen years old, was on top of her.

The two were motionless, like the dead. Or perhaps they had fallen into a deep sleep, paralyzed from excessive passion. Why were two people of such different ages lying together on the same bed?

Heh…heh…the story begins!

My father died before I was born. I now live with my mother, a doctor, and we live happily together. Our home has four bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a toilet, and a kitchen.

As I get older, I often feel an unbearable heat, and my penis frequently becomes erect on its own. My mother, although 38, still retains her charm. She has a classic oval face, arched eyebrows, a straight, delicate nose, rosy lips, high, full breasts, and a graceful walk that complements her pert, rounded hips and long, shapely legs.

Traffic accidents frequently happen around her when she's out on the street—accidentally bumping into utility poles, driving without looking ahead and hitting pedestrians, or even colliding with oncoming cars. My mother doesn't hold back much in front of me. She often runs around in her pajamas, laughing and joking with me.

Facing such a radiant mother, I feel increasingly aroused, and there's also a hidden fear in my heart. I know that as people grow older, they will eventually have to separate, but I really don't want to be separated from my mother.

Sometimes, I would look at my mother longingly and ask, "Mom, can we live together forever and never be apart?"

My mother would laugh and gently pinch my cheek, "Silly child, when you grow up you'll get married and have a wife. Then you won't remember your mother anymore!"

I would blush and protest, "I don't want a wife! I just want to live with Mom forever."

My mother would hug me and laugh, "Silly child! How can a man not want a wife? Mom wants to be with you forever too, but Mom can't be your wife."

I was very confused. Why couldn't my mother be my wife?

Days passed, and I grew up, finally understanding why my mother couldn't be my wife, but the desire in my heart burned ever brighter. My beautiful mother had always been the object of my sexual fantasies. My

first masturbation was a fantasy of embracing my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and thrusting into her until I ejaculated.

One late night, as I got out of bed to use the restroom, I passed by the study and inadvertently noticed soft light emanating from the half-open door, along with faint moaning sounds. I thought my mother must be sick, so I casually asked softly inside.

Perhaps the sound was too soft, for there was no response from inside. So I gently pushed open the door to check. Just as I thought my mother had fallen asleep from exhaustion due to illness, what came into view was a scene that made my heart flutter and my blood boil!

"Oh my!" I could hardly believe my eyes:

I never imagined that my usually serious, polite, elegant and dignified mother would be lying naked on her desk, her purple work skirt, bra, and panties all on the carpet, her delicate hands kneading her full and plump breasts.

The squeezed breasts bulged out from between the fingers, appearing exceptionally smooth and tempting under the soft light, making one yearn to take a bite.

Meanwhile , the other hand gently caressed the swollen vulva.

Although the lighting and distance prevented a full view of the vulva, it wasn't difficult to discern that the middle finger, pressed against the center of the vulva and constantly swirling, was firmly pressing the clitoris, the sensitive "little red bean."

Two long, slender, pink legs were spread wide, her slightly pink hair was disheveled, her alluring eyes were tightly closed, and she uttered seductive moans that were both enticing and soul-stirring: "Ah...it's itchy...it's so itchy...hum...big cock...I want...I want it..."

Her flawless, soft, and delicate body trembled and swayed, her snow-white, mature buttocks dancing wantonly towards the door, completely exposed before my eyes. This scene made this hot-blooded young man's heart flutter and his mouth freeze in daze.

Although his conscience was condemning his indecent act of peeping at his mother, he couldn't bear to look away. Even though the person in front of him was his own mother, no one could miss such a beautiful and wanton naked body!

Just then, his mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan: "Oh...no...lost...lost it..."

His mother arched her back, her whole body convulsed, and a large amount of slightly milky white vaginal fluid flowed out between her two plump buttocks, flowing out like a river bursting its banks, running down the desk and onto the carpet, wetting a large area of the carpet. The plump, protruding vulva between her buttocks, which was being wrapped by her small hands, was thrusting forward with all her might.

This lewd and decadent scene made even my lower body tense up, my glans throbbing with an unprecedented, agonizing, and explosive sensation. Facing this naked, beautiful, and mature woman lying before me, was this my beloved mother, with whom I had long harbored incestuous thoughts? If not for my remaining moral compass and reverence for my mother, I believe I would have already lost control and rushed into the room to commit that unforgivable act…

I quickly retreated. That arousing and blood-pumping erotic scene was deeply etched in my mind, and I began to form my own ideas.

One night, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to sleep together. At first, she refused, but after I coaxed her a little, she ignored me. Once Mom was asleep, I put my feet on her body, just like when I was little. The difference was that when I was little, it was for comfort, and now it was for comfort, but this time it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook Mom twice, but she didn't move, only making deep breathing sounds.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, and my penis against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better without using my hands. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next morning, I felt a little guilty looking at my shorts, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and with the fan blowing, they were already dry.

For the next few nights, I would take advantage of my mother's sleep and press myself against her to release my pent-up desires. My mother was unaware of this. Since I had stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing myself on my mother's lap each night. My mother was a little bothered by me pressing myself against her every morning when she woke up, but if I acted affectionately towards her, she would ignore me.

One night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.

My mother's breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a jolt in my spine, my penis jerked violently, and I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. My crotch was soaking wet, which was incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again.

But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she was still breathing soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near my mother's feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her leg; she felt uncomfortable and had bent her leg.

But then I realized I couldn't keep pressing down on my mother. I wanted to put her feet down, but I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of waking her. I couldn't put them down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the bend of my mother's knee and had an idea. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, and gently lifted her leg, pressing it slightly inward to clamp my penis. Then I gently began to thrust.

It felt so good to have her beautiful legs clamping my penis so tightly! I thought to myself, this is what real sex must feel like, much better than just lying on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs fold and push against each other with my thrusts was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen spurted out, a small portion landing on the sheets, and the majority on my mother's other snow-white leg.

A wave of drowsiness washed over me. I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had kept her legs bent for too long, she straightened them on her own as soon as I released her. I lay on top of her without even putting on shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, but not the same ones as the night before. My mother looked at me with a slightly strange expression. My mother is always the first one up in our house every day; she makes breakfast before waking me.

I froze. "Mom must have found out!"

Of course she did. When I woke up this morning, there was a huge yellow stain on my legs and the sheets, and I was naked on top of her.

After breakfast, Mom sighed and said, "Honey, you need to focus on your studies. Don't think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard."

I lowered my head and nodded. Mom seemed to want to say something, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and ran to school as if I were escaping. I didn't dare think about anything that day…

For several days afterward, I didn't dare sleep on top of Mom, let alone even think about touching her legs. But after a week, I couldn't take it anymore. Holding it in for a week was unbearable.

That night, I figured Mom was asleep. I gently touched her, but she didn't respond. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body.

This time, I didn't dare use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. I wouldn't dare sleep on top of Mom like that again. I hadn't

been asleep long when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was Mom. I was instantly terrified; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

Mom snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and whispered, "Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...

The next morning, I secretly glanced at Mom. She seemed the same as usual. It seemed she wasn't angry with me, which meant I could still...

So tonight, I couldn't wait to press myself against Mom again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I'm the most beloved son in the family, and my studies make my mother happy. My performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she's not happy, she won't blame me too much.

If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed down on my mother's legs, she moved slightly, but then gave in to me.

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thigh, rested my head near her ear, smelled her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on my mother's left side), and began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up my mother's waist, eventually reaching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately and slapped my hand away.

I tried again, only to be slapped again. I had no choice but to obediently hold my mother's waist and move my arms back and forth on her full thighs. My mother kept her eyes closed, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.

Every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire. Afterwards, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into; the dirty ones would be soaked and washed the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Finally, one night after I fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No, not tonight. If you get wet, you won't have any pants to change into."

I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable. Let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. Helpless, I had to go to sleep, but I was used to releasing myself before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost tearing my pants.

Seeing me like this, my mother thought I couldn't sleep without releasing myself, so she said, "Mommy... how about I help you with my hand?..." My mother's voice trembled, and her expectant and shy eyes were tempting.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the bedside lamp, dimming the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling lost. I stood in front of her and gently unzipped my pants, too shy; my penis was limp. I couldn't hesitate any longer.

I mustered my courage and pulled Mom's hand to my penis…

Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers circling and stroking it. Her nails were neatly trimmed, the calluses on her fingers smoothed away, making them translucent.

Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis, her white, tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A current-like sensation shot through my body, and my penis quickly became erect.

My mother was surprised by the size of my penis and turned her head, her face full of doubt. One small hand could only grasp half of it. After a slight hesitation, the other small hand joined in, and the two hands alternated in stroking it. Soon, my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm little hands.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing a good job..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more of a sense of fulfillment. My mother's stroking became more and more ecstatic, and there were already tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, but I had no desire to ejaculate for a long time.

"Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many tricks? Really..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her expression a little strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped Mom's fair, jade-like feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, drawing circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet, no wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses." The skin was thin, white, and tender, with the veins faintly visible beneath.

I pressed Mom's soft soles together, clamping my penis between them, and began thrusting. The lines on her soles rubbed against her foreskin, the pleasure growing stronger with each wave. Mom, ticklish, gently pulled her leg back with a soft laugh, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankle and pulled it back.

My glans darted between her slender toes, and Mom's shoulders trembled with laughter. I really wanted to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. After playing with Mom's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans felt like it was about to explode.

I took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against Mom's cheek. Mom knew I was about to ejaculate and quickly grabbed some tissue to soak up all my thick semen.

"Mom, I'm going back..." Mom kept her lips tightly closed and didn't say a word. I fled back to my bedroom, panting heavily. In one night, I had lustfully explored my mother's slender arms, delicate feet,

and beautiful legs. This was just the beginning; I wanted to slowly devour her body bit by bit until I possessed her entire form… A few days later, after my persistent demands under various pretexts, my mother began wearing very sexy clothes every time she helped me masturbate, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze.

We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture would lead us into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided my penis; sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

Not content with just my mother using her hands, I moved on to her beautiful little mouth. I had an idea, and today my mother had her hair piled high like a ballerina, as if she were preparing it specifically for me to perform oral sex. It was

still early after dinner, and my mother hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, wearing a slip dress that exposed a large expanse of her snow-white back. On her feet were a pair of small sandals; my mother knew I liked her feet, so she took special care of them, painting her toenails with rose-colored nail polish—exceptionally sexy.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave my mother a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So eager..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft fingers were already very familiar with the shaft in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down with gentle, light pressure.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed my urge...

"Mom... I need to pee..."

"Go away..." Mom knew I wanted to enjoy the caresses of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom and stroked it up and down, fantasizing about raping Mom in various lewd positions. My penis, already aroused by Mom, ejaculated in no time. I carefully washed away the remaining liquid and returned to Mom's side.

"You were gone for so long?" Mom was a little suspicious.

"It's so swollen, I can't pee for ages," I said, trying to hide it. Mom chuckled.

"Let's go to Mom's bedroom!" I looked at Mom's lips, a surge of excitement welling up inside me.

"Hmm, it's really hard to get it out today..." Mom fiddled with it for a while, her penis did get erect, but she didn't feel the urge to ejaculate so quickly. After a few masturbations, Mom wasn't as shy as she had been the first time. She leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I'm just used to Mom's fingers?" I tried to find a plausible explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, let's do it tomorrow..." Mom seemed to be giving up.

"How can I do that? It's so uncomfortable..." I was almost there, my heart pounding loudly.

"Mom, use your mouth to help me come?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming..." My mother's shy expression returned. The last few times I ejaculated on her face, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of her mouth, as if I wanted to burrow into it.

My mother knew perfectly well what I wanted to do, knew I would have this inappropriate thought sooner or later, and today, finally, it happened, but she seemed flustered.

"Mom, I can touch your hands and feet, why can't I touch your mouth? Please, Mom..."

I pleaded, cupping my mother's cheeks in my hands, tilting her head back so her lips were inches from my glans. "Okay, but this is the first time I've done this for someone, you..." My mother's throat bobbed, and she whispered with her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

"Mommy, be careful to open your little mouth..." Hearing that this was Mommy's first time, I excitedly cupped her burning face and forced my thick glans into her little mouth. Mommy's lips were stretched wide, her face flushed, and even her neck turned red.

I held Mommy's head and gently thrust my hips in and out of her little mouth. Mommy probably felt a little humiliated, her head slightly twisting but I held it still.

"Mommy, lick me with your tongue!" Mommy tried her best to open her mouth and take a portion of my penis in, her tongue diligently licking in the limited space of her mouth. The glans was licked until it was numb and itchy, which felt very good.

After licking for a while, Mom tried her best not to let her teeth touch the glans, and swallowed the penis deeper into her mouth, her beautiful, moist lips actively stroking the foreskin.

"Oh... Mom... it feels so good..." Mom's temptation was truly astonishing. Less than 20 minutes after I ejaculated, I was already losing control again. Although it was Mom's first time giving a man oral sex, her nimble long tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred, all her techniques were naturally masterful and skillful. While

she was diligently swallowing and spitting in her mouth, a warm little hand would occasionally stroke the part of the penis exposed outside her mouth. Although I felt sorry for my mother and was afraid of hurting her throat, the intense stimulation of her swallowing and spitting made me unable to resist gripping her hair and intensifying my thrusting.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother's small mouth was stretched wide, with no gap at all, and she made muffled sounds, clearly dissatisfied with me pushing my penis deep into her mouth. Seeing the fear in my mother's eyes, I pulled my penis out a little, and the head of my penis quickly thrust in and out of my mother's warm little mouth.

My mother knew I had reached the crucial moment, so she closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and her nails dug deeply into my flesh. She had actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears welling up in her eyes.

This was the most satisfying ejaculation she had ever had; the glans had barely left her mouth before it shot out forcefully, leaving traces of our collaboration on her nose, lips, and eyelids.

"Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from all that effort. Let me tell you, don't even think about a next time..."

Next time? Maybe next time will be on another part of her body. My mother gasped for breath, her mouth agape, a little semen still lingering in her mouth. But she was used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue…

A month later…

“Mom, I want to penetrate your vagina…”

“Dream on!”

“Then your back door…”

“If you push your luck any further, you won’t be able to touch Mommy’s body anywhere…”

I knelt on my mother’s naked upper body, grabbing her pair of milky white breasts, their full breasts squeezed and deformed, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts…

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally penetrated without much effort. Once, I shouted that I wanted to suckle my mother’s nipples, and my mother’s maternal instincts were ignited. Half-heartedly, I removed her pajamas, and as I licked her small nipples until they hardened and her areolas swelled, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

That day, after ejaculating onto her round breasts, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with her.

"Just this once!" my mother replied, unable to resist my insistence. In fact, from then on, I slept in the same bed with my mother, embracing her beautiful body every night and forcing her to hold my penis. Gradually, my mother got used to it, and even enjoyed sleeping with my penis in her hand.

Of course, I wouldn't sleep peacefully. First, my mother no longer needed to wear her pajamas; then, I could freely touch and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, my mother even started to initiate kisses with me. Whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would wrap around my tongue and suck on it.

However, all of this took place in the dark. My mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to look at her body, and I couldn't even touch her panties. My mother was afraid that my body wouldn't be able to handle me ejaculating every day, so we agreed to "do it" two or three times a week.

In fact, my boundless energy was no problem at all. Aside from the "pre-arranged" days, I stubbornly demanded to be inside my mother every other day. I tried everything—coaxing, cajoling—and several times I felt my mother was about to give in.

Unfortunately… in the end, my mother's willpower triumphed over my lust.

I didn't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or criticize my own teasing skills. No matter how much I caressed her inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to be inside her remained unfulfilled. After ejaculating into my mother's mouth once again, she nestled in my arms. Two long legs wrapped around my lower body, fingers rubbing my limp penis.

"Mom, I really want to be inside you. Can I put my penis into Mom's vagina?" I asked.

"Child, stop fooling around. Mommy will give you a substitute. You can insert it, and you can have more pleasure than inserting it into Mommy's vagina. Just don't insert it into Mommy's vagina, okay? That will make Mommy uneasy for the rest of her life."

"Then where is Mommy?"

"Poke Mommy's asshole." Saying this, Mommy turned around, sticking her round buttocks up high, one hand covering her vagina, the other hand spreading open her anus. Looking at Mommy's round, white buttocks, I couldn't help but feel dizzy. This was the first time in my life I had seen a naked adult woman's buttocks.

In my dreams, I had imagined a woman's vagina more than once. But I never imagined that my dignified and beautiful mother, although she had always been very loving towards me… would ever play with her own mother's buttocks! But ever since I witnessed that breathtaking, blood-pumping scene of my mother's erotic performance, and after she performed foot play, hand play, oral play, and even breast play on me, I found myself uncontrollably falling in love with her.

Especially after she presented her buttocks—her naked buttocks—to me, I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss the clitoris. My mother's nerves are now exceptionally sensitive. The slightest touch of my lips to her anus made her tremble uncontrollably.

I was excited and quickly positioned my penis outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, just enough to clamp the head of my penis.

I held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other. Once I was sure it was right, I was ready. I tightened my grip on my mother and pushed in with my penis, but her virginity was too tight. I had forgotten to wet her anus before inserting it, so penetration was extremely difficult; only the head of my penis could go in.

I cried out, "Mom, I can't go in. My head hurts..." My mother's anus seemed to be experiencing excruciating, tearing pain as well.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her with my tongue. I pulled my penis out first, then knelt behind her and rubbed it against her cleft. After a semi-transparent liquid came out of her urethra, I used it to wet her anus.

Then, I quietly placed one hand on my mother's lower back, my penis slightly away from her buttocks, but subtly aimed at her untouched anus. With a thrust of my hips, the large glans forced its way into her narrow anus… My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.

"Mom, your ass is mine now," I said breathlessly, increasing the force of my thrusts, continuing to penetrate her narrow anus.

This time, my mother's whole body trembled, and she stiffened. But I was already fully inside, in my mother's warm rectum, feeling her instinctive sobs, so hot and tight. The tight anus actually gave me a greater sense of accomplishment in deflowering my mother.

I struggled to penetrate my mother's tight back passage, my glans constantly scraping against the delicate walls of her rectum, my lower abdomen pounding against her soft buttocks. Each time I thrust in, I flattened her buttocks, and when I pulled out, they would immediately spring back up. The blood from the torn anus and damaged rectal walls stained my lower abdomen with pink spots, immersing me in the strange pleasure of deflowering my mother.

My mother didn't move at all, letting me do whatever I wanted. I lay my whole body on her back, wishing I could become one with her. I reached my hands under her from behind and touched her breasts. It felt so good!

One hand roamed over my mother's upper body, which was twitching from time to time. Her tender breasts and smooth, snow-white back were all objects of my caresses. The other hand circled my fingers around her anus, which was stretched open by my penis.

Looking at my mother's round, red, bloodied anus, her penis bulging as I held it, listening to her sweet, low moans, feeling the heat and tightness of her rectum through my penis, I bent down, pressing my upper body against her smooth, soft back. "Mom, I love you, you're mine now." Holding her tightly, I ejaculated inside her rectum, which was contracting and throbbing, truly taking my mother's first time from her anus.

My mother let out a groan as I ejaculated, her body arching upwards so hard she almost knocked my jaw off. I pressed down on her until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her rectum before letting go.

My mother's body stiffened the moment I ejaculated, her buttocks clenching so tightly they almost snapped me in two.

After I finished deflowering her, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She stopped moving, knowing my capabilities. After

a short rest, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly began thrusting on her back. I had been too hasty and ejaculated too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's anus.

My hand slowly moved over my mother's body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were still some places I couldn't go. Now, my hand touched her mons pubis.

My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "No." She tried to push me away, but our bodies blocked her, so she could only grab my arm, unable to pull away. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I also reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I like you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

My hands caressed my mother's trembling body. I was completely intoxicated by the alluring feeling of completely dominating my mother. My hand somehow touched the little chrysanthemum that I had just ravaged. My mother's painful twisting of her body startled me awake, and I quickly moved my hand away.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I could tell from my mother's pained eyes that it really hurt. "It'll be fine after a nap, that's what the books say." I cupped my mother's beautiful face, carefully kissed away the tear stains, and helped her lie down. My mother touched the wound and groaned in pain.

Having tasted my mother's wonderful anus, I had no desire to go to school that afternoon. I figured I might as well be her cushion. I helped her sit up, leaned against the headboard, and let her lie on top of me. My already slightly hardened penis instantly became erect upon contact with her perfect body, pressing against her waist and hips. Her injured anus was between my legs, and her head rested on my chest.

I placed one hand on her soft abdomen and the other on her full breasts, letting out a comfortable sigh: "Mom, let's sleep." Then I closed my eyes. Holding my mother while I slept felt wonderful; I slept soundly and sweetly.

A rooster's crow outside woke me. Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes, and the elegant furnishings around me made me realize that last night I had finally managed to deflower my mother.

I looked at my mother, still completely naked, curled up in my arms like a little girl in dire need of protection. Her face now looked so different from the pleading and moaning expression she had shown the night before. She appeared exceptionally peaceful and content, without a trace of the sorrow that usually lingered in her eyes.

Faced with my mother's alluring appearance, my desire was aroused again. So I turned around, gently pulled her into my arms, and caressed her smooth back and waist with my hands, as if admiring a priceless work of art.

Under her son's tender caress, my mother had actually already woken up, but she couldn't bear the feeling of my touch. The cunning woman kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, letting me take liberties with her.

Only when my restless hand started pressing and rubbing my private parts urgently did she slowly raise her head, reaching out to grasp my throbbing penis, and whispering in my ear, "Child, do you want it again?"

I hugged my mother tightly, "Yes, Mom, can you do it again?"

Mom wanted to refuse, "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, it's dirty."

I whispered in Mom's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, so going in again won't make a difference. I know it still hurts, but I really want to. Let me go in one more time, the last time tonight, okay, okay, Mom?"

Mom had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep after you're done."

I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into Mom's anus, which was still stained with blood.

Mom groaned softly, "Gently."

But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about Mom's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy it, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except her vulva.

Suddenly, because I was too forceful, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was piled on Mom's head. I smoothed Mom's long black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy! I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I ejaculated.

Today, Mom's rectum was practically my urinal! Haha, my wish came true, it felt so good. After I came downstairs, Mom got up, grabbed a damp towel, and wiped my penis clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Today was really great.

These past few days, Mom has been waiting at the door for her colleagues to pass by so she could ask someone to ask her workplace for leave. Why? You can tell by the limp she walks.

Watching Mom walk with that limp, my penis started to get hard again. I secretly touched Mom's round buttocks, and even poked my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered last night. Mom slapped me and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel.

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published. Ever since I deflowered my mother, I think about going home every day. As soon as I enter the door, I lock it from the inside, immediately take off all my clothes, naked and with my big dick sticking out, and head to the kitchen to find my mother. She must be washing dishes at this time. I see my mother's body leaning forward slightly, making her buttocks appear more prominent.

I hug my mother from behind and shout in her ear, "Mom!" My dick presses even tighter against my little dick that I just recently deflowered.

My mother was startled and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. It took her a moment to recover before she asked, "Why didn't you go out with your friends? Did they bully you?"

"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd overwork myself? You said you'd let me rest. I'll just stay home and rest today." I deliberately emphasized the word "rest," while forcefully rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks several times.

Only then did my mother notice my strange behavior and realize I was completely naked. Her face flushed. "No, don't do that."

"Mom, I want it." My penis continued to rub against my mother's buttocks.

Mom said, "No, I'm still in pain after you did it last night. Please don't do it today."

I let go of Mom. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is right now. Give it to me."

Mom turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned her head away, her face as red as a red cloth. I then poked Mom's buttocks with my penis, letting her feel the hardness of my penis.

"Mom, your butt is amazing!"

With this thrust, almost half of my glans sank into my mother's buttocks. My mother could clearly feel the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined to make it today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can you do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"

"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you didn't poop today, so you don't need to wash again." I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants.

I unbuckled my mother's belt, and with a slight tug, her pants fell to her ankles. I then pulled down her underwear, slightly parted her legs, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her little anus, which I had just ravaged the night before. It looked still a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter.

My mother placed her hands on the edge of the sink, her buttocks slightly arched back, and closed her eyes, ready for my penetration. I gripped my rock-hard penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had opened the night before.

It felt so good; I rammed and thrust into my mother's rectum. My mother groaned softly. She had only deflowered me a few days ago, penetrating me three times in a row. She wasn't even ready yet, and now I was ravaging her so forcefully. No wonder it hurt.

"Gently, gently, it hurts so much," my mother pleaded in a low voice. But I felt even more excited. I hugged her even tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrust my penis in and out even more vigorously.

"Mom, your ass is mine now, mine alone. Oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you..."

After fucking my mother's ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum.

But I was still not satisfied. I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her anus. Let it come out on its own; I wasn't going to pull it out.

My mother was exasperated by my actions. "Sweetie, let Mom finish washing the dishes first, okay? Go lie down in bed for a while."

My mother knew I wouldn't give up so easily.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes."

I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.

Mom finally finished washing up. She washed her hands under the sink tap and said to me, "Okay, what do you want to do now?"

"Mom, let's go to bed." I clung to Mom like a Siamese twin, and we walked to the bed. "Mom, take off your shirt too."

Mom silently complied.

"Mom, can you lie down like a puppy?"

Mom turned around and gave me a glare, then did as I said. I crossed my arms, rested my head on my hands, and knelt with my legs bent, my legs raised high.

Wow, Mom looks so alluring doing doggy style! Her round, white buttocks are perked up high, and her bright red anus is dripping with the thick, white semen I just ejaculated inside. Her charming little cunt is half-hidden, revealing itself to me, and instantly all the blood in my body rushes to my penis.

I kneel behind Mom's buttocks, slowly stroking her smooth skin, touching her entire buttocks. I touch Mom's thighs, but I don't touch that sacred place where I was born, because I remember my promise to Mom. This is the last line between us; if I touch it, Mom will definitely turn on me.

I adjust my position, aim at Mom's little anus, and thrust hard, beginning my second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned softly, her body jerking forward, but she immediately pulled back. Filled with boundless love for her, I began to thrust forcefully.

This time, due to the pain, my mother's anus involuntarily contracted and expanded. At first, I wasn't used to it, which caused me a lot of trouble, but I gradually got the rhythm. When it contracted, I pulled out; when it expanded, I thrust in. I became more and more excited, and my thrusting became more and more vigorous. Sometimes, when I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained inside my mother's anus before I shoved the whole thing back in.

As my movements intensified, my mother's pain increased, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.

After about half an hour of penetration, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few times, then forcefully pushed into my mother's anus, inserting my entire penis. My penis trembled violently

inside her anus before I ejaculated. At that moment, I felt completely powerless and pressed myself against my mother, flattening her body so I was now lying on her back. But my penis still lingered, half-erect, inside her anus.

Lately, I've been longing for my mother's mouth again, wanting her to give me oral sex, to use her mouth to service my penis.

The opportunity came. Today was my mother's period. When I tried to take off her pants that night, she refused me for the first time ever. "I'm not feeling well today, can I not?"

In the past, when my mother had her period, she would lie face down on the bed with her feet on the floor so I could penetrate her anus, because she was afraid of getting the bed dirty. But this time was different. My mother had a cold and fever a couple of days ago, and today happened to be her period. She was a little weak, so she refused me.

"Mom, but I can't sleep if I don't ejaculate at night."

Mom had no choice. "Then let's use the old way. Use my legs for now. You can do it when I'm better."

"Mom, I don't want to. That's no fun. I still like the warm and soft feeling of you inside me. Using my legs is too hard and not comfortable at all."

Mom couldn't persuade me. "Then how about I use my mouth? I'm really not feeling well today."

"Okay! Your mouth is soft and warm. I love Mom the most."

Seeing that Mom agreed, I immediately got up, quickly washed my penis in the bathroom, and rushed back to the bedroom.

I placed a blanket on the floor and had my mother kneel on it, her upper body straight, her head positioned between my legs. I pulled down my pants, exposing my penis to her. Although my mother had given me oral sex many times, and I had penetrated her anus repeatedly, I could still clearly see her blushing.

She closed her eyes, gently bringing her head towards my crotch. I pressed my penis against her lips, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive my penis. I had deflowered two of my mother's three orifices; aside from her womb, the sacred place where she gave birth to me, my penis had enjoyed every other part of her body.

My mother circled the ridge of my glans with her tongue, occasionally licking my urethral opening, while her hand gently rubbed the part of my penis that wasn't inside.

It felt so good; the friction of my mother's soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate. I couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting, using my mother's mouth as a vagina. Just wait, Mom, I'm going to conquer every hole in your body, covering every part of your body that feels good to my penis with my semen as a sign of my conquest.

My mother was caught off guard, and my penis was thrust deep into her throat. She coughed uncomfortably and pushed me away. "Don't go in so deep."

My mother would never use words like "insert" or "fuck" unless absolutely necessary. I wonder what would happen if she said "penis" or "cock." Right now, she would never utter those words.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was too hasty. I won't do it again."

Just kidding. Although I really wanted to thrust deep into my mother's throat and ejaculate inside, if I pushed my mother too far, I would never be able to stop. This is no way to be impatient with lust.

I had my mom hold my penis with both hands, but not too tightly, so that most of it was in her grasp, with only a small portion in her mouth. This way, I could thrust in and out without worrying about losing control and going too deep.

But Mom was still a little worried. There was no other way, so I had to stop thrusting, untie her hair, and gently stroke the back of her head. "Mom, don't be nervous, relax. I won't shove it down your throat."

Mom opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. She took a few deep breaths, signaled with her eyes that I could start, and then closed her eyes again. I started ravishing Mom's little mouth and her slender hands again. It was truly a double whammy.

After Mom relaxed, her tongue began to match my thrusts, and her hands gently stroked my penis. I stopped worrying and focused on moving my penis in and out of Mom's hands and mouth.

Mom's tongue seemed to be enjoying the struggle with my penis, and her movements noticeably quickened as I approached climax. Mom didn't let me pull out; she continued to masturbate me. But for some reason, even though I was almost ejaculating, she hadn't ejaculated after dozens of strokes.

Mom looked at me suspiciously, and I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know either. My mother looked at the penis moving in her hand. Suddenly, she opened her hand, looked at the callus on her hand, and probably thought that my penis wouldn't come out because her hand was too rough.

My mother suddenly straightened her back, making her chest the same height as my crotch. She slipped my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching my mother's chin. My mother gently squeezed my penis with her chin.

My mother whispered, "Move."

I called out "Mom" with emotion and began to move on my own. My mother pressed her breasts inward with both hands, squeezing my large penis tightly.

I thrust dozens of times, my penis trembling violently as I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts.

I whispered, "Mom, wait a moment."

I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel, then unhooked her semen-stained bra and carefully wiped it off.

My mother looked at me gently and smiled slightly, "My son has grown up."

I placed the towel by the bed and gently helped my mother onto the bed. "Mom, I'm sorry."

My mother looked at me, puzzled, not understanding why I suddenly apologized.

I pressed myself against my mother and whispered in her ear, "You're so good to me, you satisfy even my most unreasonable demands. I used you as a tool for my lust. First, I secretly used your thighs while you were asleep, and then I used your bent legs as a tool to penetrate you. When you found out, you didn't blame me at all, and even put aside your dignity as a mother for the sake of my studies and health." "You satisfied my desires, but I wasn't satisfied. I raped your ass while you were sleeping, but you were still so good to me. Now you're using your mouth and breasts to help me ejaculate. Mom, I'm sorry."

After hearing my words, my mother didn't speak for a long time, just staring at me. I didn't look away, but conveyed my love, shame, and respect for my mother to her through my eyes.

My mother and I looked at each other for a while, then she slowly turned her head away. "You are my own son. When I first saw the dried semen you left on my leg, I was really angry. You didn't learn anything good, you went astray at such a young age. I was furious. But then I thought, this is the time for you to develop, it's normal for you to be interested in women, it's just that the object of your interest is me, your mother." "Since that's the case, I might as well grant your wish, so you won't pick up bad influences from bad women outside, and it can also encourage you to study. I just hope you remember that Mom can give you anything, but you must do well in your studies and become a successful person in the future." As she spoke, a mist appeared in Mom's eyes. She gently pushed me away, turned her back to me, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

So Mom had such high expectations for me. I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Mom, you won't blame me for opening your anus that night, will you?"

To divert Mom's attention, I had to use this trick; anyway, Mom wouldn't blame me.

Sure enough, Mom gave my butt a hard twist. "You still dare to talk? I really don't know where you learned this trick from. It was fine the night before, since I promised you, but the next day you kept messing around in my butt all day, making me unable to poop for almost a week."

"Mom, so what do you feel when I move around inside you now?"

Mom blushed. "After a while, it doesn't hurt as much as before, but it feels a little strange, and a little comfortable. Every time you go in, I feel like I need to poop, but I can't."

Hey, no wonder Mom always squeezes my penis tightly and loosely when I insert it into her anus.

"Mom, you're so good to me." I hugged my mother tightly, my penis hard again. "Mom, can I use your breasts one more time?"

My mother nodded and turned over to lie flat.

Tonight, my mother and I talked about everything on our minds, and our mother-son relationship deepened.

From that day on, my mother's buttocks became my tool for satisfying my sexual desires, but I wasn't satisfied. When could I actually have sex with my mother? Insatiable desires are a perfect description of my current situation.

Finally, evening self-study ended, and I rushed home at the speed of a professional racer. Mom, I'm home!

When I got home, the light was on in my mother's room. I went into her room, and she was about to sit up. I pounced on her and stripped her naked. Her shapely body looked fair and smooth under the light.

"Mom, give me your ass, quick!" I was particularly aroused today. I knelt behind my mother, grabbed her plump buttocks, and started thrusting wildly. Before I got my hands on my mother, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the middle of the night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring buttocks she had! Snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a round and full shape. A tuft of pubic hair peeked out from between her buttocks, her labia sometimes emerging and sometimes sinking in with each thrust of my penis.

Right above her buttocks, most prominently, was a beautiful, vortex-shaped opening. Dense wrinkles extended from the brown opening, resembling a small, budding chrysanthemum. Inserting my fingers into her anus immediately elicited a shudder and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.

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

Her small anus was opened by me, and from now on, it could only belong to me. This thought always gave me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I had anal sex with my mother.

"Mom, your ass is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time."

My mother wiggled her sexy ass, but my fingers were still inserted inside her. My mother shook her head slightly, bent over and raised her ass even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.

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

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

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

"Ahhh..." My mother cried out loudly due to the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the intense pleasure of her narrow intestines gripping my glans made it impossible for me to resist.

My mother, suddenly writhing in pain, arched her upper body like a fully drawn bow, her buttocks raised even higher, trembling incessantly. I

gently thrust my penis in and out of her anus, allowing her time to adjust, then with a slight push of my hips, I fully penetrated her. My mother let out another mournful cry, and once the sound subsided, I began to thrust.

In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the bushes, a boy behind her thrusting into her snow-white buttocks—and this couple, indulging in lust, were none other than mother and son. This sight aroused my lust, and I pounded harder and harder on my mother's beautiful buttocks.

She was almost 40, yet her buttocks were still so firm, so elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Their curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sexy, like a crescent moon filling one with power.

I panted heavily, frantically ravaging my mother's buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother's dazzling white, perky buttocks. At that moment, I reached my climax, ejaculating inside my mother

's anus. After pulling my penis out of her anus, I began licking her buttocks. After licking clean the semen I'd left at my mother's anus, I began sucking on the very spot I'd just enjoyed.

As my soft tongue slipped inside, she felt a tingling sensation spread from her rectal wall throughout her body, causing her muscles to tremble slightly. Her vagina seemed to be stimulated as well, a stream of fluid flowing from her vulva…

I lingered inside my mother's anus, not flinching because it was the place where my beloved mother had defecated and where my own urine had entered and exited. Was this now my favorite place?!

My mother still had her buttocks raised high, letting her son and herself enjoy pleasure. Waves of stimulation rippled through her anus. As a doctor, she herself found it hard to understand how a physiological orifice used for excretion could also produce pleasure when penetrated. But now she didn't think about why.

She just wanted to be happy! Slowly, my tongue moved to the moist cave below, licking and sucking the overflowing love juice, occasionally probing deeper with my tongue. Letting her enjoy a new round of stimulation, she softly let out a satisfied moan.

For months, my obedience had made her forget to protect her last forbidden zone. Until my mouth left my mother's private parts and I spread her buttocks again, she still thought I wanted to enter her anus again. But this time my target was my mother's vagina. I wanted to possess her completely. My mother's beautiful voice, soft and gentle, made me lose my mind, making my penis unbearably swollen.

I roughly pressed down on her petite body, aimed my penis at her vagina, took a deep breath, and lowered my buttocks. My penis slid in with extremely fast speed. Although there was lubrication from her love juices, my mother's vagina was exceptionally tight. My thick, long penis only went in a third before being blocked by a thin membrane. The membrane was very resilient; gently pushing in could only stretch it, but not tear it.

"Ugh...no!! Stop! This won't do!" Mom was clearly in pain, two glistening tears sliding down her tightly closed eyes. Her body writhed incessantly, but I was consumed by lust and had lost all reason. In my mind, she was no longer my mother, but prey to be vented on. My buttocks

slammed down again, this time penetrating to the hilt, my glans hitting her cervix, my testicles striking her mons pubis. The beauty beneath me was forever stripped of her virginity.

"Ah!" Mom was struck by immense pain, tears soaking the sheets beneath her head, her sharp fingernails digging into the pillow.

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"Ugh...ugh..." Losing all reason, I pressed heavily onto my naked, beautiful mother's body. Everything around me seemed to disappear, except for the tingling sensation emanating from my glans. I let out a beastly panting sound as my engorged penis pounded fiercely into my mother's tender, tight vulva.

My mother's limbs involuntarily wrapped around me, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly. Her hands gripped my back tightly, pulling it apart and leaving several deep scratches.

"Ah...ah...I...ah..."

As I thrust in and out, Mom finally reached her climax, clinging tightly to the man on top of her. As long as he didn't stop, nothing else mattered. Her juices flowed incessantly, soaking the bed, but neither of them cared, focusing only on their thrusting.

Mom felt herself flying upwards, flying and flying, until finally, an unknown force propelled her to the highest point, then slowly slid downwards. This was a pleasure she had never experienced before; she almost screamed herself hoarse. After a series of desperate cries from Mom, her fiery vaginal fluids gushed directly onto my throbbing penis.

Mom's vaginal fluids washed over me with unparalleled pleasure, and my ejaculation was unleashed. A large amount of semen sprayed into the beauty's fresh uterus, scalding her so much that she trembled, feeling incredibly relaxed, and drifted off to sleep...

After an unknown amount of time, the mother woke up first, finding herself completely naked and feeling a dull ache in her lower body. She opened her eyes and saw me, naked, embracing her and fast asleep, a satisfied smile on my face. The scene from last night was still vivid in her mind, impossible to shake off. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, she pushed me away violently, looking down to see her lower body in a mess, wet and sticky, with a lot of filth on her lower abdomen, thighs, and vulva.

The most heartbreaking thing for her was seeing the specks of virgin blood, realizing she had lost her virginity. Overwhelmed with grief, she realized that the chastity she had guarded for over thirty years had been lost just like that.

At that moment, I rolled over, landing on my back. My mother looked and saw more than a dozen red marks on my back, clearly from fingertips. My mother was stunned. "Did I scratch you?" Looking at her hands, there was indeed blood. The frenzied scene from just moments ago replayed in her mind.

"Alas, what a tragedy!"

My mother endured the pain, got out of bed to wash her genitals, put on her clothes, covered my naked body with the blanket, and pinched my philtrum. I woke up with a cry. I opened my eyes to find my mother staring at me with a frosty expression. Seeing the traces of blood on my half-exposed penis, sticking out from under the covers, I was stunned. My mother was a virgin; I had taken her virginity. This… this

was completely unexpected. I didn't know how to face my mother, but I could only grit my teeth, lower my head, and obey her orders. But my mother's reaction also surprised me; she didn't blame me for… She sighed and said, "Child, Mom has something to discuss with you... Sigh... You must be wondering why Mom is still a virgin?"

Then she told me the whole story. It turned out that Dad died in a car accident on his way home on the night of his wedding. Mom was heartbroken and planned to have a child through IVF, but her health wasn't good at the time, so they had to have someone else carry their child!

As she spoke, tears streamed down Mom's face. Seeing Mom crying and heartbroken, I felt extremely remorseful. I had never seen my mother cry before, and now I had made her cry because of me. So I hugged Mom tightly and licked the tears off her face.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please forgive me. Don't be sad. Believe me, I love you. I will take responsibility for you. I want to marry you!!"

"No, we are mother and son. Although you weren't born from my womb, we are still mother and son. We can't do this. I can forgive you this time, but we can't continue down this path!!!!" Mom firmly refused.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm an unfilial son, but do you know what? Mom, I've really fallen in love with you, Mom! I mean it! This love isn't just simple sex, nor is it the love between mother and son; it's the passionate love a man has for a woman. I know you understand, but you're afraid to face reality, right? Mom, please accept me! I'll make you happy!" "

No, I don't need it!!"

I couldn't hold back anymore and said to her, "If you don't need it, why are you masturbating in your room!"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I was provoking my mother! Sure enough, my mother's face immediately turned pale. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Lei, you've disappointed me so much! I let you touch my mouth, my breasts, and even my back door. What was I doing all this for? It was so you could focus on your studies. But what did you do? You were still thinking about these things. We're mother and son, we can't do that. It's one thing for me to make you feel good with my mouth, but I didn't expect you to go so far. What I can't accept the most is that you've been seducing me all along! Can I still be your mother?" My mother yelled at me, tears streaming down her face.

"But Mom, I really love you!!!"

"Really love me? You just want my body, you just want to satisfy your filthy desires. Get out! I don't want to see you!!"

Hearing my mother's words, my heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like I had no will to live. I kowtowed three times to my mother's back. When I looked up, blood was streaming down my face, but I didn't notice. I sobbed, "Mother, you've been so heartless. I have no will to live. Please take care of yourself, Mother!" Then I got up and slammed my head against the wall.

Startled by the sound, Mom turned around and saw me running forward. She cried out, "I...! Stop..." and instinctively reached out to grab me. Before she could finish speaking, my head slammed against the wall. She reached out to grab it, but missed my shirt by three inches.

Seeing me hit the wall, her mind went blank; it seemed her heart had gone with me. When Mom turned around, she found me unconscious on the bed, my head and the wall covered in blood, the sheets stained crimson.

Mom rushed over, picked me up, and cried, "Child, what happened? Child!"

I didn't respond, but I was still breathing. My child knew something serious had happened. He hurriedly dressed, wrapped a towel around my forehead, and rushed me to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. My injuries weren't severe, and my mother, being a doctor herself, treated the wound properly. She was also a colleague of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang). Thanks to her timely intervention, I was finally out of danger.

Once she knew I was out of danger, my mother couldn't hold back any longer. She hugged me tightly, buried my head in her arms, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found my head buried deep in my mother's arms, feeling the greatness and softness of her breasts. A burning desire ignited within me, but I dared not make a move. I simply hugged her slender

waist tightly, pretending to be asleep, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. When my mother woke up, the first thing she thought of was me. She glanced to the side and saw him hugging her slender waist tightly, his cheek buried deep in her chest, seemingly sleeping soundly. But his constantly fluttering eyelashes betrayed him.

Seeing this, Mom smiled bitterly to herself. She knew I was still the same incorrigible person, taking advantage of the situation. But she didn't care anymore; he had already taken her virginity, so why would she care about this now? In the moment I slammed my head against the wall, she hadn't had time to think. Now, lying quietly in the grass, reflecting deeply, she felt the preciousness of life and realized how much I meant to her—more than her own life. She made a decision in her heart, a momentous one, one that she didn't know would be a blessing or a curse, but she didn't care anymore.

Her mind suddenly cleared!

She said softly, "Get up quickly, Mom has something important to tell you!"

Seeing that my mother had spoken, I dared not pretend to be asleep any longer, and sat up as instructed, asking with concern, "Mom, are you alright?" My mother

smiled slightly with a wry smile and said, "I'm fine, but I'm so tired that I can't move my whole body!"

She glanced at me and suddenly laughed, "Aren't you the one who wants to bully your mother the most? Now is the perfect opportunity!"

I was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and stammered, "I...I..."

My mother chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "Silly boy...help me up!" Her face then turned slightly red.

I quickly helped my mother sit up, and seeing her soft smile and faint blush on her face, I couldn't help but stare in amazement.

After a long pause, I slowly exhaled and exclaimed, "So beautiful!"

Mom chuckled and whispered, "You're such a chatterbox!"

Seeing his mother's cheerful mood, he couldn't help but ask, "Mom! You...you don't hate me anymore, right?"

Mom smiled slightly and said, "From the moment you hit your head against the wall, I understood your love for me, so I don't hate you anymore! I'm very happy now!"

I was both delighted and touched, and said, "Mom, you're so good to me. I won't make you angry anymore, and I'll definitely listen to you."

Mom glanced at him sideways and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Why is your head bleeding again?" I

reached out and touched him. He smiled faintly and said, "It's alright! It's from before, it's all better now."

My mother stared at him blankly, remembering the scene of me crying and kowtowing before jumping off the cliff. She sighed, then nestled against his chest, took his hand, gently stroked her face, and whispered, "Do you...do you like Mommy?"

I was overjoyed and quickly said, "Is that even a question! Of course I like you."

My mother smiled sweetly, very happy. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Then do you want to marry...marry me?" She glanced at him sideways.

My joy was indescribable, and I quickly repeated, "I want it! I want it..."

My mother hugged my arm, gently biting my earlobe, and said softly, "From today onwards, you are my man, my everything. When no one else is around, whatever you want to do to me, I'll do it. Tomorrow, I'll go to the market to buy some things and make our house our little paradise. I'll take good care of you, my little rascal, to make up for all the trouble you've done for me." "Love and affection, what do you say?"

I turned around and carefully examined my mother—the woman before me was still the mother who had depended on me for over a decade. Her eyes radiated boundless lust, her hair, slightly disheveled from rushing to save me, and her parted red lips seemed to await a lover's taste. Her still-protruding nipples and heaving breasts told me that my mother was still anticipating another violation from her own son…

"Mom, why wait until tomorrow? Your dear son wants to be a god again right now... Also, don't you think it would be more exciting for your son to call you 'Mom' while he's doing it to you?" I hugged my mother and said gently, "Let me pamper you one more time... Let your son give you one more good time..." After saying this, I pushed my mother down onto the hospital bed and gave her a series of passionate kisses that left her breathless, while my hands groped haphazardly over her body... It looked like another battle of flesh was about to begin.

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away hastily: "You little pervert, you didn't close the window or lock the door, and you dare to ride on your own mother like that? Aren't you afraid of being discovered? Bear with it for a moment, we'll talk about it when we get home."

Helpless, I had to suppress my lust and finish the formalities with my mother before going home.

Back home, I couldn't hold back any longer. I boldly embraced my mother's ample waist, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, and said, "Darling, I missed you so much."

Looking into my tender, affectionate eyes, my mother slowly rested her head against my chest, letting me hug her. The suppressed lust reignited. With one arm around my mother, I quickly took off my clothes and pants with the other.

I lifted my mother's chin with my hand and immediately took her cherry-like lips into my mouth, licking and sucking her fragrant lips. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth, nibbling and swallowing her tongue.

I laid my mother down on the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes, revealing her long-desired white flesh before my eyes.

I saw my mother's fair skin, huge breasts, protruding belly, incredibly plump buttocks, and her dark, dense genitals, and my breathing became rapid. My penis quickly became erect, the rush of blood making me want to immediately thrust into my mother's vagina.

I patiently instructed my mother, lifting her thighs with both hands and roaming over her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, then touching her vulva.

I lifted her waist, kissing her breasts, greedily licking and nibbling at the increasingly swollen nipples, incessantly sucking on the nipples that had nurtured me, as if tasting sweet milk again. That was the place I, and every man with a mother complex, loved most; the nipples possessed both maternal tenderness and feminine allure, thus holding a double attraction for me.

I played with her breasts with one hand while caressing her large, plump buttocks with the other. Under my kisses and caresses, my mother gradually softened, no longer able to push me away. She collapsed into my arms, letting me freely fondle her entire body. Her eyes were slightly open, her small mouth panting softly, and she murmured sweetly, "Mmm...no...don't...husband, don't..."

I could no longer resist my mother's wanton moans, and I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in. Can you guess how easily I penetrated her? Because under my caresses, her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

The moment my penis entered her vagina, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My hips began to arch uncontrollably, thrusting my penis relentlessly into her sacred place.

I couldn't stop; I felt completely out of control. I didn't grab my mother's breasts; instead, I tightly gripped her thighs and thrust wildly. The incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation of intercourse made me unable to stop. My mother's vagina, tight with desire from her first sexual experience, gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust my hot penis back and forth with all my might.

My mother seemed to feel the pleasure of being penetrated, moaning incessantly, "Oh...oh...son...husband...ah...you...ah...faster...um..."

That's how sex is; it doesn't necessarily involve excessive moaning or lewd talk, just the constant, primal cries of, "Ah...big cock son...dear husband...oh...um...come on!"

My mother hooked her plump legs around my waist, pressing me down with all her might, her round buttocks swaying upwards to meet my penis with each thrust. I took the opportunity to kiss her breasts, licking their softness and smoothness once more.

The mother and son were having wild sex, completely unlike their former shyness. Their voluptuous bodies trembled so violently that it drove me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her large, plump breasts as they swayed and bounced up and down, gripping her round buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust in and out hard, the walls of my mother's virgin vagina tightly enveloping my glans. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt a surge of heat in my glans, and my entire penis throbbed with unbearable pain. I wanted to pull out, but my mother's plump legs held me captive.

I felt my penis was about to burst, and at the same time, I felt an indescribable pleasure that made me eager to release. I thrust hard, and a gush of fluid shot out from my penis—I ejaculated every last drop of my semen into my mother's vagina.

"Oh...ahhh!" I cried out wildly, and at the same time, my mother screamed "ah!" Her body trembled violently, and her breasts and lower abdomen thrust out. We both collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep…

When I woke up, I saw my mother's alluring and lustful expression. Her cherry lips parted slightly, opening and closing rhythmically, her large breasts draped over her neck, her legs spread wide, her thick labia still dripping with nectar, her plump, white buttocks barely visible, and her delicate belly covered in my saliva and my mother's love juice.

Looking at this seductive and alluring noblewoman, I couldn't resist picking her up again and sweetly kissing her tender flesh. My mother embraced me, softly calling out, "Son, husband, it felt so good just now!" I felt a surge of ecstasy, pressed myself against my mother, and began to have sex with her again, soon ejaculating on top of her once more.

From then on, my mother treated me like her husband, letting me play with her beautiful body. She also fell in love with this sweet and happy life, often initiating sex. If I sometimes didn't want to, she would plead like a child, "Come on, just a little while, husband! Come on!"

Unexpectedly, this "misfortune turned into a blessing," gaining access to all the virginity of such a beautiful woman and her proactive advances. Even more precious was that I received all her love. With such a beautiful mother, what more could a husband ask for?

My sister-in-law studied computers and ended up working in a hotel...

The morning sun had already illuminated the pristine white curtains. Beside them, a woman in her thirties lay with her legs wide open, male semen still trickling from her genitals. A boy, only seventeen or eighteen, lay on top of her.

They were motionless, like the dead, or perhaps paralyzed from intense passion and fast asleep. Why were two people of such different ages lying together in one bed?

Heh…heh…the story begins!

My father died before I was born. I live with my mother, a doctor, and we are very happy together. Our house has four bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a toilet, and a kitchen.

As I get older, I often feel an unbearable heat, and my penis often becomes erect on its own. My mother, although 38 years old, still retains her charm. She has a classic oval face, arched eyebrows, a straight, delicate nose, rosy lips, high, full breasts, and a shapely, round bottom that complements her walk, along with her long, shapely legs.

Traffic accidents frequently happen around her when she's walking on the street—accidentally bumping into utility poles, driving without looking ahead and hitting pedestrians, or even "kissing" oncoming cars. My mother doesn't seem to care much about me; she often runs around in her pajamas in front of me, laughing and joking.

Facing my radiant mother, I felt even more aroused, and deep down I also felt a fear. I knew that as people grow older, they will eventually have to separate, but I really didn't want to be separated from my mother.

Sometimes, I would look at my mother longingly and ask, "Mom, can we live together forever and never be apart?"

My mother would laugh and gently pinch my cheek, "Silly child, when you grow up you'll get married and have a wife. Then you won't remember your mother anymore!"

I would blush and protest, "I don't want a wife! I just want to live with Mom forever."

My mother would hug me and laugh, "Silly child! How can a man not want a wife? Mom wants to be with you forever too, but Mom can't be your wife."

I was very confused. Why couldn't my mother be my wife?

Days passed, and I grew up, finally understanding why my mother couldn't be my wife, but the desire in my heart burned ever brighter. My beautiful mother had always been the object of my sexual fantasies. My

first masturbation was a fantasy of embracing my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and thrusting into her until I ejaculated.

One late night, as I got out of bed to use the restroom, I passed by the study and inadvertently noticed soft light emanating from the half-open door, along with faint moaning sounds. I thought my mother must be sick, so I casually asked softly inside.

Perhaps the sound was too soft, for there was no response from inside. So I gently pushed open the door to check. Just as I thought my mother had fallen asleep from exhaustion due to illness, what came into view was a scene that made my heart flutter and my blood boil!

"Oh my!" I could hardly believe my eyes:

I never imagined that my usually serious, polite, elegant and dignified mother would be lying naked on her desk, her purple work skirt, bra, and panties all on the carpet, her delicate hands kneading her full and plump breasts.

The squeezed breasts bulged out from between the fingers, appearing exceptionally smooth and tempting under the soft light, making one yearn to take a bite.

Meanwhile , the other hand gently caressed the swollen vulva.

Although the lighting and distance prevented a full view of the vulva, it wasn't difficult to discern that the middle finger, pressed against the center of the vulva and constantly swirling, was firmly pressing the clitoris, the sensitive "little red bean."

Two long, slender, pink legs were spread wide, her slightly pink hair was disheveled, her alluring eyes were tightly closed, and she uttered seductive moans that were both enticing and soul-stirring: "Ah...it's itchy...it's so itchy...hum...big cock...I want...I want it..."

Her flawless, soft, and delicate body trembled and swayed, her snow-white, mature buttocks dancing wantonly towards the door, completely exposed before my eyes. This scene made this hot-blooded young man's heart flutter and his mouth freeze in daze.

Although his conscience was condemning his indecent act of peeping at his mother, he couldn't bear to look away. Even though the person in front of him was his own mother, no one could miss such a beautiful and wanton naked body!

Just then, his mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan: "Oh...no...lost...lost it..."

His mother arched her back, her whole body convulsed, and a large amount of slightly milky white vaginal fluid flowed out between her two plump buttocks, flowing out like a river bursting its banks, running down the desk and onto the carpet, wetting a large area of the carpet. The plump, protruding vulva between her buttocks, which was being wrapped by her small hands, was thrusting forward with all her might.

This lewd and decadent scene made even my lower body tense up, my glans throbbing with an unprecedented, agonizing, and explosive sensation. Facing this naked, beautiful, and mature woman lying before me, was this my beloved mother, with whom I had long harbored incestuous thoughts? If not for my remaining moral compass and reverence for my mother, I believe I would have already lost control and rushed into the room to commit that unforgivable act…

I quickly retreated. That arousing and blood-pumping erotic scene was deeply etched in my mind, and I began to form my own ideas.

One night, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to sleep together. At first, she refused, but after I coaxed her a little, she ignored me. Once Mom was asleep, I put my feet on her body, just like when I was little. The difference was that when I was little, it was for comfort, and now it was for comfort, but this time it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook Mom twice, but she didn't move, only making deep breathing sounds.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, and my penis against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better without using my hands. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next morning, I felt a little guilty looking at my shorts, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and with the fan blowing, they were already dry.

For the next few nights, I would take advantage of my mother's sleep and press myself against her to release my pent-up desires. My mother was unaware of this. Since I had stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing myself on my mother's lap each night. My mother was a little bothered by me pressing myself against her every morning when she woke up, but if I acted affectionately towards her, she would ignore me.

One night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.

My mother's breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a jolt in my spine, my penis jerked violently, and I ejaculated.

But I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. My crotch was soaking wet, which was incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again.

But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she was still breathing soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near my mother's feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her leg; she felt uncomfortable and had bent her leg.

But then I realized I couldn't keep pressing down on my mother. I wanted to put her feet down, but I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of waking her. I couldn't put them down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the bend of my mother's knee and had an idea. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, and gently lifted her leg, pressing it slightly inward to clamp my penis. Then I gently began to thrust.

It felt so good to have her beautiful legs clamping my penis so tightly! I thought to myself, this is what real sex must feel like, much better than just lying on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs fold and push against each other with my thrusts was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen spurted out, a small portion landing on the sheets, and the majority on my mother's other snow-white leg.

A wave of drowsiness washed over me. I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had kept her legs bent for too long, she straightened them on her own as soon as I released her. I lay on top of her without even putting on shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, but not the same ones as the night before. My mother looked at me with a slightly strange expression. My mother is always the first one up in our house every day; she makes breakfast before waking me.

I froze. "Mom must have found out!"

Of course she did. When I woke up this morning, there was a huge yellow stain on my legs and the sheets, and I was naked on top of her.

After breakfast, Mom sighed and said, "Honey, you need to focus on your studies. Don't think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard."

I lowered my head and nodded. Mom seemed to want to say something, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and ran to school as if I were escaping. I didn't dare think about anything that day…

For several days afterward, I didn't dare sleep on top of Mom, let alone even think about touching her legs. But after a week, I couldn't take it anymore. Holding it in for a week was unbearable.

That night, I figured Mom was asleep. I gently touched her, but she didn't respond. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body.

This time, I didn't dare use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. I wouldn't dare sleep on top of Mom like that again. I hadn't

been asleep long when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was Mom. I was instantly terrified; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

Mom snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and whispered, "Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...

The next morning, I secretly glanced at Mom. She seemed the same as usual. It seemed she wasn't angry with me, which meant I could still...

So tonight, I couldn't wait to press myself against Mom again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I'm the most beloved son in the family, and my studies make my mother happy. My performance at school makes her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she's not happy, she won't blame me too much.

If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for spraying it on her beautiful legs last time. Sure enough, when I pressed down on my mother's legs, she moved slightly, but then gave in to me.

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thigh, rested my head near her ear, smelled her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on my mother's left side), and began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up my mother's waist, eventually reaching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately and slapped my hand away.

I tried again, only to be slapped again. I had no choice but to obediently hold my mother's waist and move my arms back and forth on her full thighs. My mother kept her eyes closed, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.

Every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire. Afterwards, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into; the dirty ones would be soaked and washed the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Finally, one night after I fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No, not tonight. If you get wet, you won't have any pants to change into."

I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable. Let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. Helpless, I had to go to sleep, but I was used to releasing myself before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost tearing my pants.

Seeing me like this, my mother thought I couldn't sleep without releasing myself, so she said, "Mommy... how about I help you with my hand?..." My mother's voice trembled, and her expectant and shy eyes were tempting.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the bedside lamp, dimming the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling lost. I stood in front of her and gently unzipped my pants, too shy; my penis was limp. I couldn't hesitate any longer.

I mustered my courage and pulled Mom's hand to my penis…

Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers circling and stroking it. Her nails were neatly trimmed, the calluses on her fingers smoothed away, making them translucent.

Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis, her white, tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A current-like sensation shot through my body, and my penis quickly became erect.

My mother was surprised by the size of my penis and turned her head, her face full of doubt. One small hand could only grasp half of it. After a slight hesitation, the other small hand joined in, and the two hands alternated in stroking it. Soon, my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm little hands.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing a good job..." Strangely enough, at this moment I felt more of a sense of fulfillment. My mother's stroking became more and more ecstatic, and there were already tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, but I had no desire to ejaculate for a long time.

"Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many tricks? Really..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her expression a little strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped Mom's fair, jade-like feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, drawing circles of sticky fluid. Such beautiful, tender little feet, no wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses." The skin was thin, white, and tender, with the veins faintly visible beneath.

I pressed Mom's soft soles together, clamping my penis between them, and began thrusting. The lines on her soles rubbed against her foreskin, the pleasure growing stronger with each wave. Mom, ticklish, gently pulled her leg back with a soft laugh, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankle and pulled it back.

My glans darted between her slender toes, and Mom's shoulders trembled with laughter. I really wanted to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. After playing with Mom's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans felt like it was about to explode.

I took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against Mom's cheek. Mom knew I was about to ejaculate and quickly grabbed some tissue to soak up all my thick semen.

"Mom, I'm going back..." Mom kept her lips tightly closed and didn't say a word. I fled back to my bedroom, panting heavily. In one night, I had lustfully explored my mother's slender arms, delicate feet,

and beautiful legs. This was just the beginning; I wanted to slowly devour her body bit by bit until I possessed her entire form… A few days later, after my persistent demands under various pretexts, my mother began wearing very sexy clothes every time she helped me masturbate, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze.

We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture would lead us into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided my penis; sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

Not content with just my mother using her hands, I moved on to her beautiful little mouth. I had an idea, and today my mother had her hair piled high like a ballerina, as if she were preparing it specifically for me to perform oral sex. It was

still early after dinner, and my mother hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, wearing a slip dress that exposed a large expanse of her snow-white back. On her feet were a pair of small sandals; my mother knew I liked her feet, so she took special care of them, painting her toenails with rose-colored nail polish—exceptionally sexy.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave my mother a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So eager..." Mom glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft fingers were already very familiar with the shaft in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down with gentle, light pressure.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed my urge...

"Mom... I need to pee..."

"Go away..." Mom knew I wanted to enjoy the caresses of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom and stroked it up and down, fantasizing about raping Mom in various lewd positions. My penis, already aroused by Mom, ejaculated in no time. I carefully washed away the remaining liquid and returned to Mom's side.

"You were gone for so long?" Mom was a little suspicious.

"It's so swollen, I can't pee for ages," I said, trying to hide it. Mom chuckled.

"Let's go to Mom's bedroom!" I looked at Mom's lips, a surge of excitement welling up inside me.

"Hmm, it's really hard to get it out today..." Mom fiddled with it for a while, her penis did get erect, but she didn't feel the urge to ejaculate so quickly. After a few masturbations, Mom wasn't as shy as she had been the first time. She leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I'm just used to Mom's fingers?" I tried to find a plausible explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, let's do it tomorrow..." Mom seemed to be giving up.

"How can I do that? It's so uncomfortable..." I was almost there, my heart pounding loudly.

"Mom, use your mouth to help me come?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming..." My mother's shy expression returned. The last few times I ejaculated on her face, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of her mouth, as if I wanted to burrow into it.

My mother knew perfectly well what I wanted to do, knew I would have this inappropriate thought sooner or later, and today, finally, it happened, but she seemed flustered.

"Mom, I can touch your hands and feet, why can't I touch your mouth? Please, Mom..."

I pleaded, cupping my mother's cheeks in my hands, tilting her head back so her lips were inches from my glans. "Okay, but this is the first time I've done this for someone, you..." My mother's throat bobbed, and she whispered with her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

"Mommy, be careful to open your little mouth..." Hearing that this was Mommy's first time, I excitedly cupped her burning face and forced my thick glans into her little mouth. Mommy's lips were stretched wide, her face flushed, and even her neck turned red.

I held Mommy's head and gently thrust my hips in and out of her little mouth. Mommy probably felt a little humiliated, her head slightly twisting but I held it still.

"Mommy, lick me with your tongue!" Mommy tried her best to open her mouth and take a portion of my penis in, her tongue diligently licking in the limited space of her mouth. The glans was licked until it was numb and itchy, which felt very good.

After licking for a while, Mom tried her best not to let her teeth touch the glans, and swallowed the penis deeper into her mouth, her beautiful, moist lips actively stroking the foreskin.

"Oh... Mom... it feels so good..." Mom's temptation was truly astonishing. Less than 20 minutes after I ejaculated, I was already losing control again. Although it was Mom's first time giving a man oral sex, her nimble long tongue licked, sucked, scraped, and stirred, all her techniques were naturally masterful and skillful. While

she was diligently swallowing and spitting in her mouth, a warm little hand would occasionally stroke the part of the penis exposed outside her mouth. Although I felt sorry for my mother and was afraid of hurting her throat, the intense stimulation of her swallowing and spitting made me unable to resist gripping her hair and intensifying my thrusting.

"Mmm...mmm..." My mother's small mouth was stretched wide, with no gap at all, and she made muffled sounds, clearly dissatisfied with me pushing my penis deep into her mouth. Seeing the fear in my mother's eyes, I pulled my penis out a little, and the head of my penis quickly thrust in and out of my mother's warm little mouth.

My mother knew I had reached the crucial moment, so she closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and her nails dug deeply into my flesh. She had actually used her mouth to help her son ejaculate, a few tears welling up in her eyes.

This was the most satisfying ejaculation she had ever had; the glans had barely left her mouth before it shot out forcefully, leaving traces of our collaboration on her nose, lips, and eyelids.

"Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from all that effort. Let me tell you, don't even think about a next time..."

Next time? Maybe next time will be on another part of her body. My mother gasped for breath, her mouth agape, a little semen still lingering in her mouth. But she was used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue…

A month later…

“Mom, I want to penetrate your vagina…”

“Dream on!”

“Then your back door…”

“If you push your luck any further, you won’t be able to touch Mommy’s body anywhere…”

I knelt on my mother’s naked upper body, grabbing her pair of milky white breasts, their full breasts squeezed and deformed, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts…

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally penetrated without much effort. Once, I shouted that I wanted to suckle my mother’s nipples, and my mother’s maternal instincts were ignited. Half-heartedly, I removed her pajamas, and as I licked her small nipples until they hardened and her areolas swelled, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

That day, after ejaculating onto her round breasts, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with her.

"Just this once!" my mother replied, unable to resist my insistence. In fact, from then on, I slept in the same bed with my mother, embracing her beautiful body every night and forcing her to hold my penis. Gradually, my mother got used to it, and even enjoyed sleeping with my penis in her hand.

Of course, I wouldn't sleep peacefully. First, my mother no longer needed to wear her pajamas; then, I could freely touch and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, my mother even started to initiate kisses with me. Whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would wrap around my tongue and suck on it.

However, all of this took place in the dark. My mother absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to look at her body, and I couldn't even touch her panties. My mother was afraid that my body wouldn't be able to handle me ejaculating every day, so we agreed to "do it" two or three times a week.

In fact, my boundless energy was no problem at all. Aside from the "pre-arranged" days, I stubbornly demanded to be inside my mother every other day. I tried everything—coaxing, cajoling—and several times I felt my mother was about to give in.

Unfortunately… in the end, my mother's willpower triumphed over my lust.

I didn't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or criticize my own teasing skills. No matter how much I caressed her inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to be inside her remained unfulfilled. After ejaculating into my mother's mouth once again, she nestled in my arms. Two long legs wrapped around my lower body, fingers rubbing my limp penis.

"Mom, I really want to be inside you. Can I put my penis into Mom's vagina?" I asked.

"Child, stop fooling around. Mommy will give you a substitute. You can insert it, and you can have more pleasure than inserting it into Mommy's vagina. Just don't insert it into Mommy's vagina, okay? That will make Mommy uneasy for the rest of her life."

"Then where is Mommy?"

"Poke Mommy's asshole." Saying this, Mommy turned around, sticking her round buttocks up high, one hand covering her vagina, the other hand spreading open her anus. Looking at Mommy's round, white buttocks, I couldn't help but feel dizzy. This was the first time in my life I had seen a naked adult woman's buttocks.

In my dreams, I had imagined a woman's vagina more than once. But I never imagined that my dignified and beautiful mother, although she had always been very loving towards me… would ever play with her own mother's buttocks! But ever since I witnessed that breathtaking, blood-pumping scene of my mother's erotic performance, and after she performed foot play, hand play, oral play, and even breast play on me, I found myself uncontrollably falling in love with her.

Especially after she presented her buttocks—her naked buttocks—to me, I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss the clitoris. My mother's nerves are now exceptionally sensitive. The slightest touch of my lips to her anus made her tremble uncontrollably.

I was excited and quickly positioned my penis outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, just enough to clamp the head of my penis.

I held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other. Once I was sure it was right, I was ready. I tightened my grip on my mother and pushed in with my penis, but her virginity was too tight. I had forgotten to wet her anus before inserting it, so penetration was extremely difficult; only the head of my penis could go in.

I cried out, "Mom, I can't go in. My head hurts..." My mother's anus seemed to be experiencing excruciating, tearing pain as well.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her with my tongue. I pulled my penis out first, then knelt behind her and rubbed it against her cleft. After a semi-transparent liquid came out of her urethra, I used it to wet her anus.

Then, I quietly placed one hand on my mother's lower back, my penis slightly away from her buttocks, but subtly aimed at her untouched anus. With a thrust of my hips, the large glans forced its way into her narrow anus… My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.

"Mom, your ass is mine now," I said breathlessly, increasing the force of my thrusts, continuing to penetrate her narrow anus.

This time, my mother's whole body trembled, and she stiffened. But I was already fully inside, in my mother's warm rectum, feeling her instinctive sobs, so hot and tight. The tight anus actually gave me a greater sense of accomplishment in deflowering my mother.

I struggled to penetrate my mother's tight back passage, my glans constantly scraping against the delicate walls of her rectum, my lower abdomen pounding against her soft buttocks. Each time I thrust in, I flattened her buttocks, and when I pulled out, they would immediately spring back up. The blood from the torn anus and damaged rectal walls stained my lower abdomen with pink spots, immersing me in the strange pleasure of deflowering my mother.

My mother didn't move at all, letting me do whatever I wanted. I lay my whole body on her back, wishing I could become one with her. I reached my hands under her from behind and touched her breasts. It felt so good!

One hand roamed over my mother's upper body, which was twitching from time to time. Her tender breasts and smooth, snow-white back were all objects of my caresses. The other hand circled my fingers around her anus, which was stretched open by my penis.

Looking at my mother's round, red, bloodied anus, her penis bulging as I held it, listening to her sweet, low moans, feeling the heat and tightness of her rectum through my penis, I bent down, pressing my upper body against her smooth, soft back. "Mom, I love you, you're mine now." Holding her tightly, I ejaculated inside her rectum, which was contracting and throbbing, truly taking my mother's first time from her anus.

My mother let out a groan as I ejaculated, her body arching upwards so hard she almost knocked my jaw off. I pressed down on her until my penis completely stopped throbbing inside her rectum before letting go.

My mother's body stiffened the moment I ejaculated, her buttocks clenching so tightly they almost snapped me in two.

After I finished deflowering her, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She stopped moving, knowing my capabilities. After

a short rest, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly began thrusting on her back. I had been too hasty and ejaculated too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's anus.

My hand slowly moved over my mother's body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were still some places I couldn't go. Now, my hand touched her mons pubis.

My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "No." She tried to push me away, but our bodies blocked her, so she could only grab my arm, unable to pull away. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I also reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I like you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

My hands caressed my mother's trembling body. I was completely intoxicated by the alluring feeling of completely dominating my mother. My hand somehow touched the little chrysanthemum that I had just ravaged. My mother's painful twisting of her body startled me awake, and I quickly moved my hand away.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I could tell from my mother's pained eyes that it really hurt. "It'll be fine after a nap, that's what the books say." I cupped my mother's beautiful face, carefully kissed away the tear stains, and helped her lie down. My mother touched the wound and groaned in pain.

Having tasted my mother's wonderful anus, I had no desire to go to school that afternoon. I figured I might as well be her cushion. I helped her sit up, leaned against the headboard, and let her lie on top of me. My already slightly hardened penis instantly became erect upon contact with her perfect body, pressing against her waist and hips. Her injured anus was between my legs, and her head rested on my chest.

I placed one hand on her soft abdomen and the other on her full breasts, letting out a comfortable sigh: "Mom, let's sleep." Then I closed my eyes. Holding my mother while I slept felt wonderful; I slept soundly and sweetly.

A rooster's crow outside woke me. Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes, and the elegant furnishings around me made me realize that last night I had finally managed to deflower my mother.

I looked at my mother, still completely naked, curled up in my arms like a little girl in dire need of protection. Her face now looked so different from the pleading and moaning expression she had shown the night before. She appeared exceptionally peaceful and content, without a trace of the sorrow that usually lingered in her eyes.

Faced with my mother's alluring appearance, my desire was aroused again. So I turned around, gently pulled her into my arms, and caressed her smooth back and waist with my hands, as if admiring a priceless work of art.

Under her son's tender caress, my mother had actually already woken up, but she couldn't bear the feeling of my touch. The cunning woman kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, letting me take liberties with her.

Only when my restless hand started pressing and rubbing my private parts urgently did she slowly raise her head, reaching out to grasp my throbbing penis, and whispering in my ear, "Child, do you want it again?"

I hugged my mother tightly, "Yes, Mom, can you do it again?"

Mom wanted to refuse, "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, it's dirty."

I whispered in Mom's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, so going in again won't make a difference. I know it still hurts, but I really want to. Let me go in one more time, the last time tonight, okay, okay, Mom?"

Mom had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep after you're done."

I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into Mom's anus, which was still stained with blood.

Mom groaned softly, "Gently."

But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about Mom's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy it, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except her vulva.

Suddenly, because I was too forceful, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was piled on Mom's head. I smoothed Mom's long black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy! I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I ejaculated.

Today, Mom's rectum was practically my urinal! Haha, my wish came true, it felt so good. After I came downstairs, Mom got up, grabbed a damp towel, and wiped my penis clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Today was really great.

These past few days, Mom has been waiting at the door for her colleagues to pass by so she could ask someone to ask her workplace for leave. Why? You can tell by the limp she walks.

Watching Mom walk with that limp, my penis started to get hard again. I secretly touched Mom's round buttocks, and even poked my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered last night. Mom slapped me and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel.

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published. Ever since I deflowered my mother, I think about going home every day. As soon as I enter the door, I lock it from the inside, immediately take off all my clothes, naked and with my big dick sticking out, and head to the kitchen to find my mother. She must be washing dishes at this time. I see my mother's body leaning forward slightly, making her buttocks appear more prominent.

I hug my mother from behind and shout in her ear, "Mom!" My dick presses even tighter against my little dick that I just recently deflowered.

My mother was startled and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. It took her a moment to recover before she asked, "Why didn't you go out with your friends? Did they bully you?"

"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd overwork myself? You said you'd let me rest. I'll just stay home and rest today." I deliberately emphasized the word "rest," while forcefully rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks several times.

Only then did my mother notice my strange behavior and realize I was completely naked. Her face flushed. "No, don't do that."

"Mom, I want it." My penis continued to rub against my mother's buttocks.

Mom said, "No, I'm still in pain after you did it last night. Please don't do it today."

I let go of Mom. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is right now. Give it to me."

Mom turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned her head away, her face as red as a red cloth. I then poked Mom's buttocks with my penis, letting her feel the hardness of my penis.

"Mom, your butt is amazing!"

With this thrust, almost half of my glans sank into my mother's buttocks. My mother could clearly feel the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined to make it today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can you do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"

"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you didn't poop today, so you don't need to wash again." I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants.

I unbuckled my mother's belt, and with a slight tug, her pants fell to her ankles. I then pulled down her underwear, slightly parted her legs, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her little anus, which I had just ravaged the night before. It looked still a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter.

My mother placed her hands on the edge of the sink, her buttocks slightly arched back, and closed her eyes, ready for my penetration. I gripped my rock-hard penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had opened the night before.

It felt so good; I rammed and thrust into my mother's rectum. My mother groaned softly. She had only deflowered me a few days ago, penetrating me three times in a row. She wasn't even ready yet, and now I was ravaging her so forcefully. No wonder it hurt.

"Gently, gently, it hurts so much," my mother pleaded in a low voice. But I felt even more excited. I hugged her even tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrust my penis in and out even more vigorously.

"Mom, your ass is mine now, mine alone. Oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you..."

After fucking my mother's ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum.

But I was still not satisfied. I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her anus. Let it come out on its own; I wasn't going to pull it out.

My mother was exasperated by my actions. "Sweetie, let Mom finish washing the dishes first, okay? Go lie down in bed for a while."

My mother knew I wouldn't give up so easily.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes."

I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.

Mom finally finished washing up. She washed her hands under the sink tap and said to me, "Okay, what do you want to do now?"

"Mom, let's go to bed." I clung to Mom like a Siamese twin, and we walked to the bed. "Mom, take off your shirt too."

Mom silently complied.

"Mom, can you lie down like a puppy?"

Mom turned around and gave me a glare, then did as I said. I crossed my arms, rested my head on my hands, and knelt with my legs bent, my legs raised high.

Wow, Mom looks so alluring doing doggy style! Her round, white buttocks are perked up high, and her bright red anus is dripping with the thick, white semen I just ejaculated inside. Her charming little cunt is half-hidden, revealing itself to me, and instantly all the blood in my body rushes to my penis.

I kneel behind Mom's buttocks, slowly stroking her smooth skin, touching her entire buttocks. I touch Mom's thighs, but I don't touch that sacred place where I was born, because I remember my promise to Mom. This is the last line between us; if I touch it, Mom will definitely turn on me.

I adjust my position, aim at Mom's little anus, and thrust hard, beginning my second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned softly, her body jerking forward, but she immediately pulled back. Filled with boundless love for her, I began to thrust forcefully.

This time, due to the pain, my mother's anus involuntarily contracted and expanded. At first, I wasn't used to it, which caused me a lot of trouble, but I gradually got the rhythm. When it contracted, I pulled out; when it expanded, I thrust in. I became more and more excited, and my thrusting became more and more vigorous. Sometimes, when I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained inside my mother's anus before I shoved the whole thing back in.

As my movements intensified, my mother's pain increased, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.

After about half an hour of penetration, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few times, then forcefully pushed into my mother's anus, inserting my entire penis. My penis trembled violently

inside her anus before I ejaculated. At that moment, I felt completely powerless and pressed myself against my mother, flattening her body so I was now lying on her back. But my penis still lingered, half-erect, inside her anus.

Lately, I've been longing for my mother's mouth again, wanting her to give me oral sex, to use her mouth to service my penis.

The opportunity came. Today was my mother's period. When I tried to take off her pants that night, she refused me for the first time ever. "I'm not feeling well today, can I not?"

In the past, when my mother had her period, she would lie face down on the bed with her feet on the floor so I could penetrate her anus, because she was afraid of getting the bed dirty. But this time was different. My mother had a cold and fever a couple of days ago, and today happened to be her period. She was a little weak, so she refused me.

"Mom, but I can't sleep if I don't ejaculate at night."

Mom had no choice. "Then let's use the old way. Use my legs for now. You can do it when I'm better."

"Mom, I don't want to. That's no fun. I still like the warm and soft feeling of you inside me. Using my legs is too hard and not comfortable at all."

Mom couldn't persuade me. "Then how about I use my mouth? I'm really not feeling well today."

"Okay! Your mouth is soft and warm. I love Mom the most."

Seeing that Mom agreed, I immediately got up, quickly washed my penis in the bathroom, and rushed back to the bedroom.

I placed a blanket on the floor and had my mother kneel on it, her upper body straight, her head positioned between my legs. I pulled down my pants, exposing my penis to her. Although my mother had given me oral sex many times, and I had penetrated her anus repeatedly, I could still clearly see her blushing.

She closed her eyes, gently bringing her head towards my crotch. I pressed my penis against her lips, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive my penis. I had deflowered two of my mother's three orifices; aside from her womb, the sacred place where she gave birth to me, my penis had enjoyed every other part of her body.

My mother circled the ridge of my glans with her tongue, occasionally licking my urethral opening, while her hand gently rubbed the part of my penis that wasn't inside.

It felt so good; the friction of my mother's soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate. I couldn't hold back any longer and started thrusting, using my mother's mouth as a vagina. Just wait, Mom, I'm going to conquer every hole in your body, covering every part of your body that feels good to my penis with my semen as a sign of my conquest.

My mother was caught off guard, and my penis was thrust deep into her throat. She coughed uncomfortably and pushed me away. "Don't go in so deep."

My mother would never use words like "insert" or "fuck" unless absolutely necessary. I wonder what would happen if she said "penis" or "cock." Right now, she would never utter those words.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was too hasty. I won't do it again."

Just kidding. Although I really wanted to thrust deep into my mother's throat and ejaculate inside, if I pushed my mother too far, I would never be able to stop. This is no way to be impatient with lust.

I had my mom hold my penis with both hands, but not too tightly, so that most of it was in her grasp, with only a small portion in her mouth. This way, I could thrust in and out without worrying about losing control and going too deep.

But Mom was still a little worried. There was no other way, so I had to stop thrusting, untie her hair, and gently stroke the back of her head. "Mom, don't be nervous, relax. I won't shove it down your throat."

Mom opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. She took a few deep breaths, signaled with her eyes that I could start, and then closed her eyes again. I started ravishing Mom's little mouth and her slender hands again. It was truly a double whammy.

After Mom relaxed, her tongue began to match my thrusts, and her hands gently stroked my penis. I stopped worrying and focused on moving my penis in and out of Mom's hands and mouth.

Mom's tongue seemed to be enjoying the struggle with my penis, and her movements noticeably quickened as I approached climax. Mom didn't let me pull out; she continued to masturbate me. But for some reason, even though I was almost ejaculating, she hadn't ejaculated after dozens of strokes.

Mom looked at me suspiciously, and I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know either. My mother looked at the penis moving in her hand. Suddenly, she opened her hand, looked at the callus on her hand, and probably thought that my penis wouldn't come out because her hand was too rough.

My mother suddenly straightened her back, making her chest the same height as my crotch. She slipped my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching my mother's chin. My mother gently squeezed my penis with her chin.

My mother whispered, "Move."

I called out "Mom" with emotion and began to move on my own. My mother pressed her breasts inward with both hands, squeezing my large penis tightly.

I thrust dozens of times, my penis trembling violently as I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts.

I whispered, "Mom, wait a moment."

I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel, then unhooked her semen-stained bra and carefully wiped it off.

My mother looked at me gently and smiled slightly, "My son has grown up."

I placed the towel by the bed and gently helped my mother onto the bed. "Mom, I'm sorry."

My mother looked at me, puzzled, not understanding why I suddenly apologized.

I pressed myself against my mother and whispered in her ear, "You're so good to me, you satisfy even my most unreasonable demands. I used you as a tool for my lust. First, I secretly used your thighs while you were asleep, and then I used your bent legs as a tool to penetrate you. When you found out, you didn't blame me at all, and even put aside your dignity as a mother for the sake of my studies and health." "You satisfied my desires, but I wasn't satisfied. I raped your ass while you were sleeping, but you were still so good to me. Now you're using your mouth and breasts to help me ejaculate. Mom, I'm sorry."

After hearing my words, my mother didn't speak for a long time, just staring at me. I didn't look away, but conveyed my love, shame, and respect for my mother to her through my eyes.

My mother and I looked at each other for a while, then she slowly turned her head away. "You are my own son. When I first saw the dried semen you left on my leg, I was really angry. You didn't learn anything good, you went astray at such a young age. I was furious. But then I thought, this is the time for you to develop, it's normal for you to be interested in women, it's just that the object of your interest is me, your mother." "Since that's the case, I might as well grant your wish, so you won't pick up bad influences from bad women outside, and it can also encourage you to study. I just hope you remember that Mom can give you anything, but you must do well in your studies and become a successful person in the future." As she spoke, a mist appeared in Mom's eyes. She gently pushed me away, turned her back to me, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

So Mom had such high expectations for me. I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Mom, you won't blame me for opening your anus that night, will you?"

To divert Mom's attention, I had to use this trick; anyway, Mom wouldn't blame me.

Sure enough, Mom gave my butt a hard twist. "You still dare to talk? I really don't know where you learned this trick from. It was fine the night before, since I promised you, but the next day you kept messing around in my butt all day, making me unable to poop for almost a week."

"Mom, so what do you feel when I move around inside you now?"

Mom blushed. "After a while, it doesn't hurt as much as before, but it feels a little strange, and a little comfortable. Every time you go in, I feel like I need to poop, but I can't."

Hey, no wonder Mom always squeezes my penis tightly and loosely when I insert it into her anus.

"Mom, you're so good to me." I hugged my mother tightly, my penis hard again. "Mom, can I use your breasts one more time?"

My mother nodded and turned over to lie flat.

Tonight, my mother and I talked about everything on our minds, and our mother-son relationship deepened.

From that day on, my mother's buttocks became my tool for satisfying my sexual desires, but I wasn't satisfied. When could I actually have sex with my mother? Insatiable desires are a perfect description of my current situation.

Finally, evening self-study ended, and I rushed home at the speed of a professional racer. Mom, I'm home!

When I got home, the light was on in my mother's room. I went into her room, and she was about to sit up. I pounced on her and stripped her naked. Her shapely body looked fair and smooth under the light.

"Mom, give me your ass, quick!" I was particularly aroused today. I knelt behind my mother, grabbed her plump buttocks, and started thrusting wildly. Before I got my hands on my mother, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the middle of the night, and it had become my favorite.

What a sexy and alluring buttocks she had! Snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a round and full shape. A tuft of pubic hair peeked out from between her buttocks, her labia sometimes emerging and sometimes sinking in with each thrust of my penis.

Right above her buttocks, most prominently, was a beautiful, vortex-shaped opening. Dense wrinkles extended from the brown opening, resembling a small, budding chrysanthemum. Inserting my fingers into her anus immediately elicited a shudder and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.

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

Her small anus was opened by me, and from now on, it could only belong to me. This thought always gave me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I had anal sex with my mother.

"Mom, your ass is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time."

My mother wiggled her sexy ass, but my fingers were still inserted inside her. My mother shook her head slightly, bent over and raised her ass even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.

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

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

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

"Ahhh..." My mother cried out loudly due to the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the intense pleasure of her narrow intestines gripping my glans made it impossible for me to resist.

My mother, suddenly writhing in pain, arched her upper body like a fully drawn bow, her buttocks raised even higher, trembling incessantly. I

gently thrust my penis in and out of her anus, allowing her time to adjust, then with a slight push of my hips, I fully penetrated her. My mother let out another mournful cry, and once the sound subsided, I began to thrust.

In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the bushes, a boy behind her thrusting into her snow-white buttocks—and this couple, indulging in lust, were none other than mother and son. This sight aroused my lust, and I pounded harder and harder on my mother's beautiful buttocks.

She was almost 40, yet her buttocks were still so firm, so elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Their curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sexy, like a crescent moon filling one with power.

I panted heavily, frantically ravaging my mother's buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother's dazzling white, perky buttocks. At that moment, I reached my climax, ejaculating inside my mother

's anus. After pulling my penis out of her anus, I began licking her buttocks. After licking clean the semen I'd left at my mother's anus, I began sucking on the very spot I'd just enjoyed.

As my soft tongue slipped inside, she felt a tingling sensation spread from her rectal wall throughout her body, causing her muscles to tremble slightly. Her vagina seemed to be stimulated as well, a stream of fluid flowing from her vulva…

I lingered inside my mother's anus, not flinching because it was the place where my beloved mother had defecated and where my own urine had entered and exited. Was this now my favorite place?!

My mother still had her buttocks raised high, letting her son and herself enjoy pleasure. Waves of stimulation rippled through her anus. As a doctor, she herself found it hard to understand how a physiological orifice used for excretion could also produce pleasure when penetrated. But now she didn't think about why.

She just wanted to be happy! Slowly, my tongue moved to the moist cave below, licking and sucking the overflowing love juice, occasionally probing deeper with my tongue. Letting her enjoy a new round of stimulation, she softly let out a satisfied moan.

For months, my obedience had made her forget to protect her last forbidden zone. Until my mouth left my mother's private parts and I spread her buttocks again, she still thought I wanted to enter her anus again. But this time my target was my mother's vagina. I wanted to possess her completely. My mother's beautiful voice, soft and gentle, made me lose my mind, making my penis unbearably swollen.

I roughly pressed down on her petite body, aimed my penis at her vagina, took a deep breath, and lowered my buttocks. My penis slid in with extremely fast speed. Although there was lubrication from her love juices, my mother's vagina was exceptionally tight. My thick, long penis only went in a third before being blocked by a thin membrane. The membrane was very resilient; gently pushing in could only stretch it, but not tear it.

"Ugh...no!! Stop! This won't do!" Mom was clearly in pain, two glistening tears sliding down her tightly closed eyes. Her body writhed incessantly, but I was consumed by lust and had lost all reason. In my mind, she was no longer my mother, but prey to be vented on. My buttocks

slammed down again, this time penetrating to the hilt, my glans hitting her cervix, my testicles striking her mons pubis. The beauty beneath me was forever stripped of her virginity.

"Ah!" Mom was struck by immense pain, tears soaking the sheets beneath her head, her sharp fingernails digging into the pillow.

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"Ugh...ugh..." Losing all reason, I pressed heavily onto my naked, beautiful mother's body. Everything around me seemed to disappear, except for the tingling sensation emanating from my glans. I let out a beastly panting sound as my engorged penis pounded fiercely into my mother's tender, tight vulva.

My mother's limbs involuntarily wrapped around me, her lower body thrusting upwards repeatedly. Her hands gripped my back tightly, pulling it apart and leaving several deep scratches.

"Ah...ah...I...ah..."

As I thrust in and out, Mom finally reached her climax, clinging tightly to the man on top of her. As long as he didn't stop, nothing else mattered. Her juices flowed incessantly, soaking the bed, but neither of them cared, focusing only on their thrusting.

Mom felt herself flying upwards, flying and flying, until finally, an unknown force propelled her to the highest point, then slowly slid downwards. This was a pleasure she had never experienced before; she almost screamed herself hoarse. After a series of desperate cries from Mom, her fiery vaginal fluids gushed directly onto my throbbing penis.

Mom's vaginal fluids washed over me with unparalleled pleasure, and my ejaculation was unleashed. A large amount of semen sprayed into the beauty's fresh uterus, scalding her so much that she trembled, feeling incredibly relaxed, and drifted off to sleep...

After an unknown amount of time, the mother woke up first, finding herself completely naked and feeling a dull ache in her lower body. She opened her eyes and saw me, naked, embracing her and fast asleep, a satisfied smile on my face. The scene from last night was still vivid in her mind, impossible to shake off. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, she pushed me away violently, looking down to see her lower body in a mess, wet and sticky, with a lot of filth on her lower abdomen, thighs, and vulva.

The most heartbreaking thing for her was seeing the specks of virgin blood, realizing she had lost her virginity. Overwhelmed with grief, she realized that the chastity she had guarded for over thirty years had been lost just like that.

At that moment, I rolled over, landing on my back. My mother looked and saw more than a dozen red marks on my back, clearly from fingertips. My mother was stunned. "Did I scratch you?" Looking at her hands, there was indeed blood. The frenzied scene from just moments ago replayed in her mind.

"Alas, what a tragedy!"

My mother endured the pain, got out of bed to wash her genitals, put on her clothes, covered my naked body with the blanket, and pinched my philtrum. I woke up with a cry. I opened my eyes to find my mother staring at me with a frosty expression. Seeing the traces of blood on my half-exposed penis, sticking out from under the covers, I was stunned. My mother was a virgin; I had taken her virginity. This… this

was completely unexpected. I didn't know how to face my mother, but I could only grit my teeth, lower my head, and obey her orders. But my mother's reaction also surprised me; she didn't blame me for… She sighed and said, "Child, Mom has something to discuss with you... Sigh... You must be wondering why Mom is still a virgin?"

Then she told me the whole story. It turned out that Dad died in a car accident on his way home on the night of his wedding. Mom was heartbroken and planned to have a child through IVF, but her health wasn't good at the time, so they had to have someone else carry their child!

As she spoke, tears streamed down Mom's face. Seeing Mom crying and heartbroken, I felt extremely remorseful. I had never seen my mother cry before, and now I had made her cry because of me. So I hugged Mom tightly and licked the tears off her face.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please forgive me. Don't be sad. Believe me, I love you. I will take responsibility for you. I want to marry you!!"

"No, we are mother and son. Although you weren't born from my womb, we are still mother and son. We can't do this. I can forgive you this time, but we can't continue down this path!!!!" Mom firmly refused.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm an unfilial son, but do you know what? Mom, I've really fallen in love with you, Mom! I mean it! This love isn't just simple sex, nor is it the love between mother and son; it's the passionate love a man has for a woman. I know you understand, but you're afraid to face reality, right? Mom, please accept me! I'll make you happy!" "

No, I don't need it!!"

I couldn't hold back anymore and said to her, "If you don't need it, why are you masturbating in your room!"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I was provoking my mother! Sure enough, my mother's face immediately turned pale. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Lei, you've disappointed me so much! I let you touch my mouth, my breasts, and even my back door. What was I doing all this for? It was so you could focus on your studies. But what did you do? You were still thinking about these things. We're mother and son, we can't do that. It's one thing for me to make you feel good with my mouth, but I didn't expect you to go so far. What I can't accept the most is that you've been seducing me all along! Can I still be your mother?" My mother yelled at me, tears streaming down her face.

"But Mom, I really love you!!!"

"Really love me? You just want my body, you just want to satisfy your filthy desires. Get out! I don't want to see you!!"

Hearing my mother's words, my heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like I had no will to live. I kowtowed three times to my mother's back. When I looked up, blood was streaming down my face, but I didn't notice. I sobbed, "Mother, you've been so heartless. I have no will to live. Please take care of yourself, Mother!" Then I got up and slammed my head against the wall.

Startled by the sound, Mom turned around and saw me running forward. She cried out, "I...! Stop..." and instinctively reached out to grab me. Before she could finish speaking, my head slammed against the wall. She reached out to grab it, but missed my shirt by three inches.

Seeing me hit the wall, her mind went blank; it seemed her heart had gone with me. When Mom turned around, she found me unconscious on the bed, my head and the wall covered in blood, the sheets stained crimson.

Mom rushed over, picked me up, and cried, "Child, what happened? Child!"

I didn't respond, but I was still breathing. My child knew something serious had happened. He hurriedly dressed, wrapped a towel around my forehead, and rushed me to the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many cars on the road. My injuries weren't severe, and my mother, being a doctor herself, treated the wound properly. She was also a colleague of a surgeon at the hospital (Dr. Zhang). Thanks to her timely intervention, I was finally out of danger.

Once she knew I was out of danger, my mother couldn't hold back any longer. She hugged me tightly, buried my head in her arms, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found my head buried deep in my mother's arms, feeling the greatness and softness of her breasts. A burning desire ignited within me, but I dared not make a move. I simply hugged her slender

waist tightly, pretending to be asleep, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. When my mother woke up, the first thing she thought of was me. She glanced to the side and saw him hugging her slender waist tightly, his cheek buried deep in her chest, seemingly sleeping soundly. But his constantly fluttering eyelashes betrayed him.

Seeing this, Mom smiled bitterly to herself. She knew I was still the same incorrigible person, taking advantage of the situation. But she didn't care anymore; he had already taken her virginity, so why would she care about this now? In the moment I slammed my head against the wall, she hadn't had time to think. Now, lying quietly in the grass, reflecting deeply, she felt the preciousness of life and realized how much I meant to her—more than her own life. She made a decision in her heart, a momentous one, one that she didn't know would be a blessing or a curse, but she didn't care anymore.

Her mind suddenly cleared!

She said softly, "Get up quickly, Mom has something important to tell you!"

Seeing that my mother had spoken, I dared not pretend to be asleep any longer, and sat up as instructed, asking with concern, "Mom, are you alright?" My mother

smiled slightly with a wry smile and said, "I'm fine, but I'm so tired that I can't move my whole body!"

She glanced at me and suddenly laughed, "Aren't you the one who wants to bully your mother the most? Now is the perfect opportunity!"

I was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and stammered, "I...I..."

My mother chuckled softly and said in a low voice, "Silly boy...help me up!" Her face then turned slightly red.

I quickly helped my mother sit up, and seeing her soft smile and faint blush on her face, I couldn't help but stare in amazement.

After a long pause, I slowly exhaled and exclaimed, "So beautiful!"

Mom chuckled and whispered, "You're such a chatterbox!"

Seeing his mother's cheerful mood, he couldn't help but ask, "Mom! You...you don't hate me anymore, right?"

Mom smiled slightly and said, "From the moment you hit your head against the wall, I understood your love for me, so I don't hate you anymore! I'm very happy now!"

I was both delighted and touched, and said, "Mom, you're so good to me. I won't make you angry anymore, and I'll definitely listen to you."

Mom glanced at him sideways and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Why is your head bleeding again?" I

reached out and touched him. He smiled faintly and said, "It's alright! It's from before, it's all better now."

My mother stared at him blankly, remembering the scene of me crying and kowtowing before jumping off the cliff. She sighed, then nestled against his chest, took his hand, gently stroked her face, and whispered, "Do you...do you like Mommy?"

I was overjoyed and quickly said, "Is that even a question! Of course I like you."

My mother smiled sweetly, very happy. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Then do you want to marry...marry me?" She glanced at him sideways.

My joy was indescribable, and I quickly repeated, "I want it! I want it..."

My mother hugged my arm, gently biting my earlobe, and said softly, "From today onwards, you are my man, my everything. When no one else is around, whatever you want to do to me, I'll do it. Tomorrow, I'll go to the market to buy some things and make our house our little paradise. I'll take good care of you, my little rascal, to make up for all the trouble you've done for me." "Love and affection, what do you say?"

I turned around and carefully examined my mother—the woman before me was still the mother who had depended on me for over a decade. Her eyes radiated boundless lust, her hair, slightly disheveled from rushing to save me, and her parted red lips seemed to await a lover's taste. Her still-protruding nipples and heaving breasts told me that my mother was still anticipating another violation from her own son…

"Mom, why wait until tomorrow? Your dear son wants to be a god again right now... Also, don't you think it would be more exciting for your son to call you 'Mom' while he's doing it to you?" I hugged my mother and said gently, "Let me pamper you one more time... Let your son give you one more good time..." After saying this, I pushed my mother down onto the hospital bed and gave her a series of passionate kisses that left her breathless, while my hands groped haphazardly over her body... It looked like another battle of flesh was about to begin.

Suddenly, my mother pushed me away hastily: "You little pervert, you didn't close the window or lock the door, and you dare to ride on your own mother like that? Aren't you afraid of being discovered? Bear with it for a moment, we'll talk about it when we get home."

Helpless, I had to suppress my lust and finish the formalities with my mother before going home.

Back home, I couldn't hold back any longer. I boldly embraced my mother's ample waist, pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, and said, "Darling, I missed you so much."

Looking into my tender, affectionate eyes, my mother slowly rested her head against my chest, letting me hug her. The suppressed lust reignited. With one arm around my mother, I quickly took off my clothes and pants with the other.

I lifted my mother's chin with my hand and immediately took her cherry-like lips into my mouth, licking and sucking her fragrant lips. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth, nibbling and swallowing her tongue.

I laid my mother down on the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes, revealing her long-desired white flesh before my eyes.

I saw my mother's fair skin, huge breasts, protruding belly, incredibly plump buttocks, and her dark, dense genitals, and my breathing became rapid. My penis quickly became erect, the rush of blood making me want to immediately thrust into my mother's vagina.

I patiently instructed my mother, lifting her thighs with both hands and roaming over her breasts, nipples, and buttocks, then touching her vulva.

I lifted her waist, kissing her breasts, greedily licking and nibbling at the increasingly swollen nipples, incessantly sucking on the nipples that had nurtured me, as if tasting sweet milk again. That was the place I, and every man with a mother complex, loved most; the nipples possessed both maternal tenderness and feminine allure, thus holding a double attraction for me.

I played with her breasts with one hand while caressing her large, plump buttocks with the other. Under my kisses and caresses, my mother gradually softened, no longer able to push me away. She collapsed into my arms, letting me freely fondle her entire body. Her eyes were slightly open, her small mouth panting softly, and she murmured sweetly, "Mmm...no...don't...husband, don't..."

I could no longer resist my mother's wanton moans, and I aimed my penis at her vagina and thrust it in. Can you guess how easily I penetrated her? Because under my caresses, her vagina was already overflowing with fluid, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

The moment my penis entered her vagina, I felt a suffocating pleasure, followed by extreme confusion. My hips began to arch uncontrollably, thrusting my penis relentlessly into her sacred place.

I couldn't stop; I felt completely out of control. I didn't grab my mother's breasts; instead, I tightly gripped her thighs and thrust wildly. The incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation of intercourse made me unable to stop. My mother's vagina, tight with desire from her first sexual experience, gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult for me to thrust my hot penis back and forth with all my might.

My mother seemed to feel the pleasure of being penetrated, moaning incessantly, "Oh...oh...son...husband...ah...you...ah...faster...um..."

That's how sex is; it doesn't necessarily involve excessive moaning or lewd talk, just the constant, primal cries of, "Ah...big cock son...dear husband...oh...um...come on!"

My mother hooked her plump legs around my waist, pressing me down with all her might, her round buttocks swaying upwards to meet my penis with each thrust. I took the opportunity to kiss her breasts, licking their softness and smoothness once more.

The mother and son were having wild sex, completely unlike their former shyness. Their voluptuous bodies trembled so violently that it drove me crazy. I had to keep aiming at her large, plump breasts as they swayed and bounced up and down, gripping her round buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust in and out hard, the walls of my mother's virgin vagina tightly enveloping my glans. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt a surge of heat in my glans, and my entire penis throbbed with unbearable pain. I wanted to pull out, but my mother's plump legs held me captive.

I felt my penis was about to burst, and at the same time, I felt an indescribable pleasure that made me eager to release. I thrust hard, and a gush of fluid shot out from my penis—I ejaculated every last drop of my semen into my mother's vagina.

"Oh...ahhh!" I cried out wildly, and at the same time, my mother screamed "ah!" Her body trembled violently, and her breasts and lower abdomen thrust out. We both collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep…

When I woke up, I saw my mother's alluring and lustful expression. Her cherry lips parted slightly, opening and closing rhythmically, her large breasts draped over her neck, her legs spread wide, her thick labia still dripping with nectar, her plump, white buttocks barely visible, and her delicate belly covered in my saliva and my mother's love juice.

Looking at this seductive and alluring noblewoman, I couldn't resist picking her up again and sweetly kissing her tender flesh. My mother embraced me, softly calling out, "Son, husband, it felt so good just now!" I felt a surge of ecstasy, pressed myself against my mother, and began to have sex with her again, soon ejaculating on top of her once more.

From then on, my mother treated me like her husband, letting me play with her beautiful body. My mother also fell in love with this sweet and happy life, often taking the initiative to make love. If I sometimes didn't want to, she would pout like a child and say, "Come on, just for a moment, husband! Come on!"

Unexpectedly, "misfortune turned into blessing," and I gained all the virginity of such a beautiful woman and her initiative to make love. What's even more precious is that I received all her love. With such a beautiful mother in my life, what more could a husband ask for?

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