Sliding into the mother's wet vagina

My mother, Fang Min, was a beautiful and kind woman in her early thirties. She lost her youthful joys at a young age, becoming pregnant and giving birth, settling into the life of a wife and mother. It was when my mother was fifteen that my father seduced and raped her at a bonfire party, taking her virginity and making her pregnant with me. A year after their marriage, my younger sister was born. My father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist.

After rising to a minor leadership position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, even when he was drunk, he didn't beat or scold his family. Therefore, considering other factors, it could be said that he was actually quite good to his mother. And it was clear that his mother loved his father too. However, I often sensed a slight melancholy in her eyes. Of course, during that period, I didn't understand why my mother was unhappy. Compared to other families, our family's circumstances were considered upper-middle class. My mother never needed to work to support the family. Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with housework. My father was always at the mine, which gave me more time to spend with my mother. She often came to me for help; and I, in turn, would try my best to make her happy. I could tell that Mom liked having me around; it eased some of the burden of housework and the loneliness she felt when Dad wasn't home. Dad always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk. I felt that romance had long since disappeared from their marriage; most of the time, he was either busy with chores, in meetings, or drinking. Under these circumstances, Mom was often very lonely. However, I believed that Dad still cared about Mom. Sometimes they would joke around or tease each other, but most of the time they were quiet and reserved when they were together.

After graduating from high school, I started working and also found a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. However, this also meant I didn't have time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy. My life wasn't particularly special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person. At night, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew my mother loved having me with her. Over time, we became very close; she would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine illuminating her life. I was a precocious child, knowing many things that at my age should have been just vague notions of relationships between men and women. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with entirely new eyes. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother has long, jet-black hair. When she lets it down, it cascades down to her waist like a black waterfall. She has a well-proportioned figure, full breasts, and captivating, bright eyes. Her skin is delicate and fair. Although she has had two children, she still possesses an alluring waist and shapely hips.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in life: her two children, especially me, whom she loved dearly.

My mother is a woman who greatly attracts me. So, when no one was around, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch my mother's body, consciously praising her figure and complimenting her appearance, saying that even with us, her two children, she was still a very charming woman. These compliments usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile. Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go out to the movies with me. In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her soft, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't paying attention, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew Mom was really looking forward to the day I took her to the movies. After the movie, I liked to sit with Mom in a small park nearby for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, Mom said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen." Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to marry another woman. I just want to be with you forever." Mom was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance. I felt incredibly guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. Her unusually full breasts pressed against my cheeks, making my heart race. My mother whispered, "Son, let's go home."

After this incident, my mother refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should find a girl my age to go with. This Tuesday, with everyone else at home out, I begged my mother again. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded. I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse, gently resting her head on my shoulder. I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning against my shoulder. I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender and lovely neck and earlobe, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to my mother's lips.

My mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; but unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back and occasionally kiss her full lips. Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My sister noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son.

On Sunday evening, my mother wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. Although the clothes weren't very tight, they worked well, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. Her figure, though nearing forty, was still beautifully accentuated. With light makeup, she looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty. On the way to the cinema, my mother was the center of attention for all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud. The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder in return. I kissed her cheek from time to time. After the movie, we went to our usual park. It was cooler outside. My mother nestled into my arms. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

My mother's soft hands gently caressed my cheeks. She cupped my face and whispered, "I'm so happy I have such a loving son." I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, holding her tightly. Unable to contain my passion, I suddenly leaned down and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but simply leaned against me, her body trembling slightly. I kissed her delicate lips passionately, my joy and possessiveness rising higher and higher. Suddenly, Mom opened her tightly closed teeth, her fragrant tongue darting out and passionately intertwining with mine. Overjoyed, I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva in large gulps. My excited tongue roamed freely in her mouth. Mom couldn't help but gasp softly in my frenzied kisses.

Seizing this opportunity, I made my move, passionately kissing the beautiful woman in my arms, my own mother. From her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, to her snow-white breasts, her translucent earlobes, and then back to my mother's warm, red lips, I teased her delicate tongue, playing with it wantonly. I tried my hand at it, exploring with my tongue the territory that my mother had never been explored by my father.

My mother had probably never been kissed like this before, and her desire was slowly ignited. She went from being passive to responding with the same passion, kissing me back. We held each other and kissed passionately for a long time. Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The passion in our hearts lingered. Suddenly, my mother turned her head and whispered, "We should go home." I reluctantly drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. My passion reignited, and I decided to take an even bolder step. I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, braked, and, facing my mother's stunned expression, passionately kissed her lips again. At the same time, I resolutely reached out and tentatively kneaded her breasts—the very breasts that had nurtured me as an infant and were still full and round—through her clothing.

Being suddenly caressed by a man, especially her own son, my mother, with her years of marital experience, knew what was to come. She couldn't accept it; her whole body trembled violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son, we are mother and son, you can't do this." However, ignoring her objections, I took advantage of the cramped space in the car and forced myself upon her, kissing her hesitant red lips again, silencing her with my tongue. At the same time, my right hand slipped inside her clothes, lifting her bra and vigorously kneading her full breasts.

My mother's mature breasts felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity. Her nipples slowly hardened under the intense stimulation of my hand, and feeling the long-awaited sexual stimulation, my mother's initial resistance and struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

I played with my mother's breasts for a while, and just as I was about to move towards her lower body, she suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and commanded, "Son, we should go home." Looking at my mother's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling shoulders, I reluctantly agreed, still wanting more. When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As usual, I figured my father was probably drunk again. So, before even reaching the living room downstairs, I started passionately kissing my mother's red lips.

At first, she protested, "Don't do that, you'll wake everyone else up." "Mom, we were just kissing. What if someone gets woken up? What if we get caught?" Suddenly, an idea struck me. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he won't know where you are." After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought Mom was going to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable request. "

You go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and then I'll be right back." In the room, I paced anxiously. The door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing it softly behind her. She sighed softly, "Son, your father has drunk too much again. I don't think we should do this." She sighed again, "I don't want to betray your father." She stood beside me, gazing at her familiar yet suddenly strange son with a sorrowful yet yearning look. Her expression overwhelmed me; I instinctively embraced her, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her passionately. She returned my kisses.

I knew that from tonight, my mother would become my most intimate lover in the world. The kisses grew more and more fervent, and I could feel my mother's excitement beneath her thin cotton bra. My hands frantically tried to... I explored my mother's entire body, sometimes kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples in front, sometimes caressing her round, beautiful buttocks from behind. Slowly, her body relaxed under my continued caresses. "Son, Mom is so scared," she said, still hesitant. "Mom,

don't be afraid, your son has grown up now. I will love you well," Mom said, leaning closer to him. I gently kissed my son's cheek with my strong chest. Trembling, I unbuttoned my mother's blouse and quickly pulled it off, kissing her lips even more passionately at the same time. With the blouse gone, my mother's full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple cotton bra, swayed with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep breath and... He reached behind his mother's back and unhooked her bra. For the first time, her mature, full breasts were fully revealed before my eyes; they were plump and round, with small, pink, alluring nipples. A wave of the mature woman's fragrance wafted over.

My mother didn't resist my actions; she only whispered, "Son, think of your father, think of our ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we, mother and son..." I'd gone too far. I pressed my lips to my mother's, stopping her final hesitation. I held her tightly in my arms, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples stimulating my nerves. I let out a soft moan, instinctively reaching down to grasp and knead them. Soon, the tender nipples stood erect from their areolas, so cute and alluring. Suddenly, childhood memories flooded back. I lowered my head and kissed those pink nipples passionately, occasionally licking them gently with my tongue and lightly biting and sucking with my teeth. My mother's body writhed beneath me as I teased her, emitting soft moans and groans. I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining years ago... The wonderful sensations that my siblings and I experienced within her.

After repeated intimate contact, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously pushing her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from my mother's skin, tasting its slightly salty flavor, which caused her to let out a joyful moan beneath me, almost a cry. Then, I began to stroke her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were like... It was as smooth as silk, incredibly soft, and felt wonderful to the touch. Following the curve of her beautiful legs, my hand gradually moved up to the base of my mother's thighs, where I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of white cotton.

I focused intently on kissing and sucking on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses, her whole body completely relaxed. Unconsciously, she slightly parted her legs, revealing her most intimate genitals to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton fabric, I found the cleft of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it, and soon, the white panties were soaked with moisture. The honey-like fluid seeped out.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face inside. Now, my mother's vulva, which I had longed for for so long, was so close to me, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance. It was partially obscured by a thin layer of cotton fabric, with a few alluring pubic hairs occasionally peeking through. I took a deep breath and buried my face in my mother's... Between her legs, through her panties, I shamelessly licked her vulva with my tongue, admiring the beautiful sight of her genitals.

My tongue pushed the panties between her labia, and through the fabric, I forcefully sucked the nectar that seeped out. Stimulated by my tongue, my mother twisted her body violently. Then, I pulled on the two... I pulled her down sharply, the movement sending a jolt through her body. She pushed my head away forcefully, trying to hold onto her last line of defense: I kissed her fragrant black hair, her bright eyes, and finally, I kissed her lips again. This time, my mother softened in my arms, then opened her lips to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other.

Seeing that the time was right, I reached down again, pulling off my mother's last piece of clothing. This time, my mother offered no resistance, only instinctively reaching up to cover her thighs as her genitals were exposed, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hands away, gazing at the lush, dark forest, the pink, trembling flesh of her vulva. I felt like... It was like a dream. My mother shyly turned her face away, and I seized the opportunity to leave my first lip print on her clitoris and labia. My mother trembled and straightened up, her full breasts outstretched, and gently kissed my head.

I rubbed my mother's clitoris with my hands while gently biting my mother's full breasts and pink nipples, my fingers sliding into my mother's already wet... Vagina. It all felt like a wet dream. My mother's vagina was already very wet. I moved my mouth to the base of her thighs and kissed her labia majora, then moved upwards, teasingly biting her clitoris. Under my full-body stimulation, Fang Min, my dear mother, kept moaning with pleasure, immersed in the surging pleasure brought to her by her own son.

After kissing for a while, I parted her sweet lips with my tongue, inhaling her alluring feminine scent, and occasionally raised my head to admire the seductive scenery of her private parts. I used my fingers to part her labia and saw a small pink opening above her vaginal opening; it turned out to be where she urinated. My mother's genitals emitted a rich and seductive scent of a mature woman, completely captivating me. I gently licked every inch of her vulva several times with the tip of my tongue, then inserted my tongue into her vagina and began to lick the vaginal walls, especially the labia minora around her vagina. My face was covered in the lustful fluid secreted by my mother in her passionate state, which greatly stimulated me. Whenever my tongue moved to my mother's most sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust rapidly, while continuing to suckle her clitoris.

The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I kept stimulating her clitoris, and her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking my finger in the slippery nectar. I continued to thrust my finger rapidly in and out of my mother's vagina, increasing the number of fingers from one to two. Finally, with an uncontrollable, sharp scream, my mother arched her snow-white body and began to convulse. I seemed not to hear her and continued to stimulate her, knowing with delight that I had brought my mother to orgasm. After a while, my mother stood up and hugged me tightly, rubbing her firm breasts against my chest. She breathed shyly and whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." My mother gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist labia. I closed my eyes, my swollen glans touching my mother's wet opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her. As if silently expressing her consent, my mother spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis at her entrance. I gazed into the depths of her eyes; my mother's eyes were full of love. I knew she had decided to give herself completely to me.

Finally, my mother aligned my penis with her vaginal opening, and I smoothly inserted myself into her. With a suppressed moan of pleasure from my mother, I finally returned to the place where she gave birth to me and raised me. I was immersed in boundless happiness. I felt my penis tightly enveloped by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and I desperately wanted to thrust, but I wanted to prolong this hard-won moment of happiness. I knew that when I wanted sex too much, I would often ejaculate prematurely after penetration. I wanted to remain inside her for a moment to cool down before thrusting, so that each time I could deeply penetrate my hard penis to the very depths of my mother's vagina, allowing her to experience an intense sexual pleasure she had never felt with my father. I wanted her to need me even more and be unable to leave me in the future. And for a boy of my age, my penis is very long and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot cock under my thrust.

At this time, my mother also tried her best to straighten her lower body to meet my penis, so that the root of my penis could reach the depth of my vagina. Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the muscles in the vaginal wall wrap around my penis like a vice. Makes me feel comfortable.

I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her feel at ease, so I used my imagination. I imagined my mother, lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman who looked like her that I had always wanted to rape. So I grabbed my mother's buttocks, thrust my penis forward, and began to pump forcefully, each time making the base of my penis slam against my mother's... As I thrust into her clitoris, my mother gradually forgot her restraint and let out joyful moans. Her hands began to gently caress my naked back. I, filled with incestuous excitement fueled by maternal love, thrust even harder. Especially when my mother lifted her buttocks and crossed her legs behind me, gripping my hips, I knew she wanted me to penetrate her even deeper. I kept thrusting into my mother, occasionally kissing her breasts with my lips and licking her nipples with my tongue. I felt incredibly excited. My mother hugged me even tighter and often raised her hips to receive my penis's thrusts. I straightened my legs, making every nerve in my body tense, which made my penis even harder.

I hugged my loving mother tightly and fucked her harder and harder. I continued to fuck her hard for more than ten minutes. My mother let out a cry and her whole body stiffened. At the same time, she clasped my hips with her hands and dug her fingers into my back. The penis in her vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm and tender flesh. I felt a warm sensation on my glans; I knew it was my mother's vaginal fluid overflowing. My mother's tongue slipped into my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue tip. I felt every cell in my body expand, followed by a tightening sensation at the base of my penis. A surge of heat rose from my feet, and my glans felt tingly and numb. I quickly thrust a few more times, and spurts of hot virgin semen shot into my mother's vagina. My whole body was weak and aching; I lay panting heavily on top of my mother, motionless. After a while, I felt the semen begin to flow back out.

And so, my mother and I intertwined, caressing each other, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. After a while, my penis hardened again inside her vagina, and I gently thrust in and out. This time, because it was more comfortable, we lasted a long time, finally reaching climax together again. That night, my mother and I made love four times. After our last passionate encounter, my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, yours is so big and amazing! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this when we made love." My mother had almost forgotten when she last felt this happy. I'm so grateful that my mother, in her thirties, can still enjoy such pleasure. Her praise makes me feel proud as a man.

My first time with my mother was more satisfying than all the times she'd had sex with my father since their marriage. No wonder she no longer has feelings for my father; he can no longer give her orgasms. I felt secretly smug. We kissed for a while, said some sweet words, and then she stood up and cleaned herself. She put on her bra, got dressed, and quietly left my room.

The next day, when I woke up, everything from the previous night seemed to have vanished like fog. It was as if nothing had happened the night before. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only refusing to speak to me but also avoiding eye contact. While Dad and my sister left for work and school, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, fiddling with the white panties soaked with Mom's juices, waiting quietly.

A short while later, the door opened, and Mom came in as I had hoped. Seeing the panties in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night." Last night truly made me happy. Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman, your biological mother. And you will get married and have children to carry on our family line. We can't make any more mistakes. I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." Mom whispered, tears welling in her eyes, "Because you are my son." Tears streamed down my mother's face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. I could tell her decision was painful for her too. Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship. My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted all sorts of random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible. If they were, she would arrange for us to meet.

I was in great pain because the only woman I loved was my mother, yet she cruelly pushed me away. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother, and the engagement date was set. With the arrival of this prospective daughter-in-law, some strange things began to happen. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she acted like a jealous woman, criticizing me for even the smallest mistakes. The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" She had dressed up carefully for this outing, and I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother. After watching the movie, we went back to our private spot. I hugged Mom again, and she didn't resist. We started kissing passionately. My hands roamed all over her body, and from her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was excited. We kissed for about an hour before reluctantly parting. When we got home, just like last time, Dad and my sister were already asleep. "

Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your dad," Mom said softly. When she went into the room, I was already undressed and lying on the bed. Mom turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son shared a long-awaited passionate kiss. I roughly ripped off my mother's clothes, pinned her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin. After a long, tender caressing and sucking of her full breasts, I tightly embraced her rounded buttocks, spreading her legs and frantically licking her clitoris and labia. When my mother's vaginal fluids had become abundant, she staggered, and I frantically thrust my fingers into her vagina, just as I was about to bring her to orgasm. As my erection swelled, I rolled over and straddled my mother, gripping my rock-hard penis. I pressed the shaft against her vaginal opening and thrust forward forcefully. My penis easily slid deep into my mother's already wet vagina.

I grasped my mother's round buttocks and pounded into her hard. Thinking that this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I used all my strength with each penetration, thrusting all the way in. My mother allowed me to play with her body at will. She tried her best to respond to my movements, and with each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement. We made love passionately on the bed, and I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong the intercourse, enjoying the pleasure brought by our mother-son union. At this moment, we were completely uninhibited, wanting to enjoy the sexual pleasure brought by each other's bodies in every way possible. Sometimes my mother straddled me and actively responded to my thrusts, and sometimes I climbed on top of my mother and penetrated her vagina in an animalistic manner, playing with my hands on my mother's breasts. We kept changing positions, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally unleashed my hot semen into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

My mother, moaning softly, also reached orgasm at the same time, her face filled with a long-lost, satisfied smile. "Son, you're amazing!" my mother couldn't help but praise me. "Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her, a little uneasy. "Son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date draws closer, Mom is becoming more and more overwhelmed, almost going crazy. I know I'm jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world." "My love for you is no longer just a mother's love for her son, but also the love for a lover. I will never let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom murmured. I hugged her again, kneading her round, jade-like breasts, letting her full mounds gradually swell, then kissed her swollen nipples. Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over onto me, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, swaying her plump buttocks up and down. "Son, this is wonderful. But our union must be a secret between us, mother and son. Your father and your sister cannot know, otherwise we can never be together."

Gazing at my mother, panting softly, my eyes filled with boundless, infatuated love, I gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust vigorously, from slow to fast, from deep to shallow, until I was fully inside her vagina, her juices flowing freely, yet I felt no urge to ejaculate. Ten minutes passed, then an hour. Suddenly, my mother trembled, her body leaning forward onto me.

Her lips pressed quickly against mine, her tongue entwining with mine frantically, and soft moans escaped her lips. I knew she was close to climax, so I quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began to thrust rapidly inside her vagina. My beautiful, voluptuous mother trembled with each thrust of my penis, her breasts heaving, her buttocks swaying, her labia majora opening and closing smoothly to receive my penis. Seeing all this, how could I not love my own mother? Suddenly, my mother held me tightly, and I felt the intense contractions of her vaginal walls on the head of my penis. Her body trembled with each contraction, and as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally let out a soft moan.

At the same time, my penis thrust forcefully into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling the love nest where my mother had conceived me with the seed of incest. After the passion subsided, we embraced and caressed each other, my mother's genitals still connected to mine, unwilling to separate. After a long while, she pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother resolutely took my penis into her mouth, licking my glans and coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue, her fingers constantly stroking my penis. I watched my mother's lewd state, my hands also constantly playing with her breasts. Finally, under this lewd visual stimulation, my penis, filled with my mother's loving oral sex, I could no longer hold back. I groaned, and milky white semen gushed from her mouth.

My beloved mother, the most lovable woman in the world, didn't find her son's semen dirty at all. With a charming smile, she swallowed every drop of my semen. Seeing this, I lovingly cupped my mother's lips, stained with my semen, and kissed them forcefully. Our tongues, lubricated by my semen, sucked each other's lips with a soft, slurping sound.

The next morning, we drove to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted, grassy area. We took off our clothes and laid them on top of my mother, using the ground as our bed and the sky as our blanket. After a passionate kiss, we made love wildly and naked in nature for a long time. Several times, my penis ejaculated wildly inside my mother, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Her usually suppressed moans naturally turned into loud cries in the deserted wilderness. For the first time in my life, I heard my mother's moans, which sounded so beautiful.

Stimulated by her cries, we made love again and again. When we got tired, we would lie on top of my mother to rest for a while, my penis still inside her vagina. And so, my mother's vagina was continuously penetrated by me, constantly dripping with her juices. We unleashed our most primal instincts in nature, reveling in the extraordinary pleasure that our intimate lovemaking brought us. It wasn't until sunset that we reluctantly separated, dressed, and rushed home. That night, we made love repeatedly. Perhaps it was the week of abstinence, or perhaps the wooden tiger truly had a miraculous effect, but that night my sexual prowess was astonishing; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible. Finally, I dressed, scooped my naked mother into my arms, and took her to the nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and unfolded her bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, and in the moonlight, it even shimmered with a soft, pearly sheen, clearly visible. Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my beloved mother. My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up. My mother's breasts, slightly saggy from breastfeeding my brother and me, weren't large, but her nipples were rosy and erect, hanging gracefully on her chest, tracing soft curves in the moonlight. Her buttocks were smooth and still elastic, her lower abdomen firm, and her pubic hair dark. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate face showed no signs of her being a woman in her early forties with a son and a daughter. I felt incredibly fortunate that God had arranged for such a beautiful and kind woman to be my mother.

I lifted her into the water and made her stand in it, scooping water to wash her genitals and anus. Gradually, as my hands caressed my mother's alluring genitals, and my eyes fell upon her firm breasts and white buttocks, my penis inexplicably became aroused again. I then moved behind my mother, the water just reaching the mid-thighs, and grabbed her slender waist, turning her body around, freely caressing her full breasts, snow-white buttocks, and vulva. Holding her naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands, the feeling was indescribably wonderful. I played with them for a long time, squeezing them in the middle one moment and then trying to pry them apart, like kneading two large white dough balls. After playing for a while, I grabbed her round mounds of flesh with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four palms at once.

After a while, I let go of her hands, letting her pry her buttocks apart herself, allowing me to admire my mother's anus. My mother's back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked it a few times, but the little chrysanthemum remained tightly closed. My loving mother seemed to understand my desire. She turned around and looked at me affectionately, saying, "Ah-hao, do you want to penetrate Mom's anus?" I didn't want to put her in a difficult position, but I also didn't want to lie. My mother hesitated for a moment, then resolutely said, "Come on, Mom will give you a real first night on our wedding night." I was confused and at a loss. My mother smiled charmingly, "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father penetrate me. Mom no longer has a virgin's vagina to offer you, so let's offer my first time from my anus to my Ah-hao." After saying this, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water. After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her finger into her anus and poked around several times. Only then did she turn around with relief, giving me a deep, affectionate look, and said, "Come quickly, my beloved son, deflower your wife." Then, she leaned forward, raising her fair buttocks, and spread her buttocks apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, was exceptionally tempting. Her two full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, also quite adorable.

I couldn't help but embrace my mother's beautiful buttocks, my penis, aroused by emotion, hardening at the glans, slowly rubbing against the crevice between her white buttocks. My mother's little anus shyly writhed under the stimulation of my glans, looking both charming and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and bringing my mouth to lick it with my tongue. "Don't kiss there," Mom gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling violently, her breasts shaking even more intensely, and a little bit of vaginal fluid seeping out from between her labia majora and minora. It flowed into my mouth, a mature woman's flavor with a slightly salty and savory taste. This taste, emanating from the depths of my beloved mother's womb, excited me to the point of a painful erection. I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks, frantically licking her delicate anus with my tongue, even pushing my tongue tip deep inside, constantly sending saliva into my mother's slightly blooming flower, fully lubricating her anus, preparing for penile insertion. My mother's anus was spotless; my tongue couldn't detect any unpleasant taste. With the lubrication of my saliva, the area around her anus quickly became dripping with fluid. My mother protested vehemently, but the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris hardened. It was clear that my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her.

My mother's body trembled violently, involuntarily emitting pleasurable moans, her hot vaginal fluid covering my face. Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples visibly hard.

I licked my mother's anus with smacking sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs to part the thick, dark pubic hair, accurately touching her protruding clitoris. My fingertips teased the tender clitoris and labia. My mother moaned louder, her vaginal fluids flowing freely and trickling down her thighs into the river. I straightened up, grasped my thick penis, as large as the one my mother had given me, dipped it in the vaginal fluids, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's blooming anus, slowly pushing it inside.

My beloved mother let out a series of moans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward. It was clear that the first time a large penis was inserted into my mother's anus, it was indeed making her uncomfortable. Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my beloved mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt incredibly sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and gently comforted her: "Mom, if it's not good, let's stop. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than vaginal sex." My mother frowned in pain, twisting her body, but said to me: "It's okay. The first time your father took my virginity, it hurt much more than this. Use more saliva, and I'll try to relax my anus so your baby can go in. Good son, try again."

My mother placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little. It was as if she was beckoning to me. Seeing my mother's persistence, I had no choice but to obey. I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus. I tentatively launched another assault on my beloved mother's anus. Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus. But the moment my glans entered, the feeling of friction against the tender rectal flesh was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop. I was filled with both love and excitement. I lowered my head and repeatedly kissed my mother's smooth, bare back, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers into her clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly sink into my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my thick, long penis was fully inserted into her round, perky buttocks. "Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, my heart pounding with indescribable excitement. My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles inside my mother's rectum; even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder with excitement. "Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy," Mom said happily, reaching out to touch my testicles. It seemed that Mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the pain of the first penetration seemed to have lessened a little. So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my beloved mother, forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate, and began to tentatively thrust slowly.

Mother's breathing became rapid, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements. My mother's once delicate and petite anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum undulated, yellowish fluid seeping from the crevice, looking extremely lewd.

I gradually quickened my pace, fully enjoying my mother's firm and bouncy buttocks. The slapping sounds of my penis hitting her buttocks were exceptionally crisp in the night air. After the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Each time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation. Slowly, I heard her groans of pleasure, different from before.

Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me. I gasped for breath, clenching my teeth, as if to release the resentment I felt for my mother's body being possessed by my father for so many years. My penis pounded harder and harder against my mother's naked, snow-white, plump buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she let out another painful whimper.

My mother clearly felt the pain my penis was inflicting, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still gripping and squeezing her two swaying breasts. With a high-pitched shout, I desperately grabbed my mother's plump buttocks. In waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into her anus, ejaculating a torrent of hot semen into her rectum. After a long while, my limp penis slid out of my mother's lovely anus. My mother felt a slight pain in her anus, and after touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Turning to me with contentment, she said, "I gave you my first time in my anus; it's a way of giving you, my husband, your due." "Mom's body is yours alone. You can have it whenever you want." I lay on my mother's body, breathing softly with contentment.

Under the moonlight, semen mixed with streaks of blood dripped from my mother's anus, which resembled a chrysanthemum, into the river. The sight of my beloved mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and tenderness. I abruptly turned her body, pulling her tightly into my arms, and showered her with another passionate kiss. My mother responded, her red lips parting to gently suckle my tongue. Though we remained silent, we could both feel the surging love within us. In the flowing water, we, mother and son, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly frozen in time.

In the quiet night sky, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds. In the silent darkness, the only sound was the soft smacking of our tongues as we, mother and son, sucked on each other. Time passed in this way, I don't know how long, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vulva, became erect again. I lifted my mother's legs, letting her wrap them around my waist, and walked into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

Using the buoyancy of the water, I cupped my mother's buttocks with both hands, letting her hug my neck tightly with her arms. Leaning back, I aimed my penis at my mother's vagina and thrust it in, then began to pump forcefully. Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to help my mother quickly reach orgasm, finally making up for my earlier roughness towards her. After drying each other off, we caressed each other for a long time before getting up and heading home. By the time we arrived home, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

From then on, my mother wholeheartedly treated me as her husband, and the incestuous thoughts between us completely disappeared. My mother and I devoted all our love to each other selflessly. Whenever we could find an opportunity, we would make love together. Every time, it's my mother who initiates. Before our sexual encounters, she had long suffered from unsatisfied sexual desire, and now she's at the peak of her libido. Except for her menstrual period, she always has a strong urge, which I find incredibly pleasurable. Every time I take off her underwear, without me even teasing her, her genitals are already soaking wet. This allows my penis to move freely in and out of her vagina, and I feel incredibly aroused. My mother tells me that she finds it strange; just thinking about me makes her very wet, and no one has ever excited her like this before. I tell her that perhaps this is a special arrangement by God for our sexual encounters, and my mother readily agrees. The harmony of our sex life made my mother love me even more, and the sexual satisfaction I found in her made me love my wife and mother even more deeply. We were like madmen; whenever our desires arose, we would immediately find a place to make love, without any scruples.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her. My mother hadn't locked the door, and when I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even drying her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and thrust into her vagina from behind. My mother was completely unprepared, and her vagina wasn't fully lubricated, so I put some saliva on the head of my penis to lubricate it, so as not to hurt my beloved wife. "Son, someone might come in," Mom whispered nervously, but I ignored her. Under intense stimulation, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes. As I left, I pulled up Mom's underwear to prevent her from wiping herself. Although our affair went undetected, for the rest of the day, seeing Mom constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused, wanting Mom intensely, so I quietly went into the master bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure. I gently shook my mother awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room. Two minutes later, my mother came in. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed, then tore off our clothes. "Son, I know I'm your wife. I should be there for you when you need me, but you coming into my room like this is putting us in unnecessary danger."

My mother had barely uttered a few words of gentle protest when I kissed her on the lips, stripped her naked, and after playing with her breasts for a while, began to give her oral sex. After licking her clitoris for a while, Mom was already soaking wet. I immediately straddled her, thrusting my erect penis into her love nest, and spread her legs to vigorously pound her vulva. Mom kept her eyes tightly closed, fully enjoying her beloved son and husband's ministrations. Her beautiful, alluring breasts trembled silently against her chest with the piston-like movements of my penis in her vagina, swaying up and down, incredibly cute. I reached out and freely played with and rubbed them. Soon, amidst the trembling of Mom's vagina, I ejaculated deep inside her. After a long while, as she got up to leave me, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was thrilled, but the next night, my mother, with a smile on her face, came into my room with her bedding and said, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm going to sleep in your room. Your father agreed, so from now on, my body is yours every night." I hugged my beloved mother tightly, showering her face and body with kisses. My excitement was indescribable. Tonight, I could only express my joy and gratitude to my mother by letting her fully enjoy the incredibly pleasurable sex I gave her. For the next two years, my mother and I were extremely careful, seizing every safe opportunity to indulge in our incestuous sexual pleasure. Sometimes, we would lie and say we were going out to do odd jobs, choosing a time when my mother was safe. We would bring enough food and stay away for a few days, living in a cave or a deserted hut in a dense forest, indulging in the wild pleasures we had tried before. When we stayed in the cave or hut, we wouldn't wear outer clothing for several days, and we could have sex whenever we wanted. In this environment, my mother was always unusually aroused; her vagina was always moist, her breasts were erect, and her buttocks were raised high. Her moans of orgasm rose and echoed in the cave, further arousing my lust.

Each time I brought her to orgasm for the first time, my penis remained hard as a steel rod, and I wouldn't withdraw. I would continue thrusting until my beloved mother experienced multiple orgasms before finally sparingly ejaculating deep into her vagina. My mother, incomparably pleasurable from my ministrations, would often take my still-dripping glans into her mouth, and under her loving gaze, she would carefully lick my thick penis clean with her fragrant tongue before letting me rest for a moment. Sometimes, when I still couldn't ejaculate, my mother would patiently and delicately perform oral sex on me with her red lips or cup her breasts to create cleavage for breast sex. He tried every means to give me sexual pleasure. The milky white semen became a delicious meal for my beloved mother, or she would smear it on her breasts, saying it was a wonderful lubricant.

Hearing that my semen had such wonderful uses, of course I was willing to ejaculate it as much as possible into my beloved mother's body. My father never suspected anything about our frequent outings. In fact, he had long been an alcoholic and impotent. Even before my mother and I became engaged, he had already lost interest in sex. No wonder my mother gave herself to me so easily; my father played a part in it. Now, alcohol was his only friend. I think he must be very happy about our outings; his nagging wife and son weren't home to bother him, so he could get thoroughly drunk. And so, the days passed by in our blissful incestuous sex. Under the protection of the gods, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she seemed to radiate youth again. My special moisturizer made her skin fair and her complexion rosy. My countless daily breast massages made her breasts, which had been somewhat sagging, firmer and more upright. Her buttocks became fuller and more lustrous from the impact of our intercourse. Her vagina, stimulated by the thrusting of my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could also open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen. I felt so much love for her, and anal sex with my beloved mother became our first choice for spiced sex. Now, making love with my mother and wife is even more ecstatic for me.

Two years later, my younger sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. Meanwhile, I had a great opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business, hoping to earn more money to support my beloved wife and mother. The initial days away from home were agonizing. I never wanted any woman other than my mother in my life. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, surprisingly took the train repeatedly to Shanghai to see me, helping with my life and satisfying my physical needs. In Shanghai, our separation felt like a reunion, and we resumed our passionate married life. However, I was much more careful; I always used condoms when having sex with my mother, because Shanghai wasn't home, and my mother's health was paramount. Her pregnancy made travel inconvenient. After a year of this, each brief reunion with my beloved mother was followed by an even longer anticipation. During her few days in Lu, I took leave to be with her, making love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant sexual activity with her son, was often exhausted, which worried me greatly. So I told her not to come to Shanghai to visit me anymore, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit. Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my mother, news came that my father had been found dead from alcohol poisoning, his head smashed against a tiger statue. My mother and I weren't overly saddened, but we felt somewhat lost. However, this also meant that our hometown was no longer a place we were attached to.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved to Shanghai to live with me. Like a newlywed couple, we loved and cared for each other. With less of the long journeys, my mother's health returned to normal, and she became more sexually active. I was happy to have her by my side day and night. Gradually, she became more accustomed to the vibrant atmosphere of the big city and became bolder in her sexuality, going from being hesitant to actively accepting my increasingly strong sexual desire. When we were at home together, I would kiss her passionately, caress her breasts, and request various positions for intercourse whenever she wanted. Sometimes, on a whim, I would lift her skirt and grab her snow-white, plump buttocks for a rougher act, which my mother also accepted with a smile. During her periods without menstruation, we had intercourse at least three or four times a day. Condoms were no longer necessary, as Mom said they affected our pleasure during sex. I, of course, gladly obeyed my mother's loving wishes.

After three months of unprotected sex, Mom shyly told me one day that her period was late. Then, during our anxious wait, she told me again that she, at thirty-six, was confirmed pregnant. We were both incredibly excited. Especially knowing that my mother was carrying her own son's child, I felt extremely proud.

Watching my child grow day by day in my mother's womb, her face radiated the unique happiness of a pregnant woman. The joy of becoming a father for the first time filled me with boundless happiness. Of course, after my mother became pregnant, the frequency of our sex life decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, she tried her best to satisfy our sexual needs through back-to-back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex. My mother's love for me during this difficult time made me feel deeply happy and responsible. I also tried my best to take care of my pregnant mother, ensuring her safe passage through this difficult period so that we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible. Finally, nine months later, we had a healthy and lovely daughter. With our first successful encounter, my mother's face radiated confident joy. She said she hoped to give me a son so that the Wang family could have an heir. In subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible way to ensure that my semen was ejaculated inside her vagina without leakage. With my mother's persistent efforts, our son was born when our daughter was one and a half years old. Later, due to my outstanding performance at work, my company sent me to New Zealand on a business trip. Using the money I had saved over the years and my connections abroad, I successfully applied for New Zealand citizenship, brought my beloved mother and children to live with me, and we settled in the beautiful and prosperous New Zealand.

Abroad, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one in the country doubted our true identities. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and lovely children; and every night, after they fell asleep in their crib, it was time for our intimate moments as mother and son lovers. My mother's understanding and loving sexual intercourse is a nightly ritual for us, her son and my husband. She knows my love and infatuation with her body, and despite having two more children, she maintains a great figure and a normal sex drive even as she approaches forty.

This perfect nightly intercourse with my beloved mother is the best way for me to rejuvenate, forget my worries, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven. Now, after several years of marriage, my loving mother is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness. Every night, when I want her body and remove her nightgown, her pink nipples stand proudly erect, her pubic area is already glistening with moisture, and her labia are wide open, waiting for me—her beloved son's cherished treasure. Of course, I wouldn't disappoint my mother's good intentions. I wouldn't go to sleep until we both reached orgasm. Every night, after we showered together and dried each other off, we would return to our bedroom, lie naked, and caress each other. Then, time and again, we would do the same wonderful sexual act that we never tired of. After my mother's loud moans had echoed several times, and I had ejaculated deeply into her womb, our spacious and comfortable bedroom would briefly return to peace. My

mother, Fang Min, was a beautiful and kind woman in her early thirties. She had lost the joys of girlhood at a very young age, becoming pregnant and giving birth to a child, and living the life of a wife and mother. That was when my father seduced and raped my mother at a bonfire party when she was fifteen, taking her virginity and making her pregnant with me. My younger sister was born a year after their marriage. My father worked in a mine and was quite a chauvinist.

After he rose to a minor foreman position, he developed a drinking problem, often drinking until he was unconscious, requiring my mother, me, and the rest of the family to help him to bed. However, he didn't beat or scold anyone in the family when he was drunk, so considering everything else, you could say he was actually quite good to my mother, and it was clear that she loved him too. However, I often sensed a hint of melancholy in my mother's eyes. Of course, during that time, I didn't understand why my mother was unhappy. Compared to other families, our family was considered upper-middle class; my mother never had to work to help with household expenses. Whenever I had the chance, I would help my mother with housework. My father was always at the mine, which gave me more time to spend with my mother. She often came to me for help; and I, in turn, would try my best to make her happy. It was clear that my mother liked me around; it eased some of the burden of housework and the loneliness she felt when my father wasn't home. My father always left early and came home late, and nine times out of ten he was drunk. I think romance had long since faded from their marriage. Most of the time, he was either busy with work, meetings, or drinking, leaving my mother often lonely. However, I believe my father still cared about my mother; they would sometimes joke or tease each other, but most of the time they were quiet and reserved together.

After graduating from high school, I started working and also took a job driving a taxi, hoping to earn extra money to help support the family. This left me no time to date or participate in the social activities that most young men enjoy. My life wasn't particularly special; sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't, just like any other ordinary person. In the evenings, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed, my mother and I would often sit together at the kitchen table and chat. I knew she loved having me with her. Over time, we became very close; she would even hug me and whisper that my presence was like the sunshine that illuminated her life. I was a precocious child, knowing many things that at my age should have been just vague notions of relationships between men and women. When I turned sixteen, I began to see my mother with a completely new perspective. I realized she was indeed a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.

My mother had long, black hair. When she let her hair down, it cascaded down to her waist like a black waterfall. She had a well-proportioned figure, full breasts, and captivating, beautiful eyes. Her skin was delicate and fair. Although she had given birth to two children, she still possessed an alluring waist and shapely hips.

We talked about almost everything. I told my mother about my favorite celebrities, and she told me about her life before she got married. She still longed for those carefree days, but she told me that she didn't regret her marriage because it gave her the most important things in her life: her two children, especially me, whom she loved dearly.

My mother is a woman who attracts me greatly. So, when no one is around, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch her body, consciously complimenting her figure and praising her appearance, saying that even with us, her two children, she is still a very charming woman. These compliments usually made my mother blush, but she would still accept them with a smile. Later, every day when I came home, I would bring her some flowers or desserts. On Sundays, I would also ask my mother to go out to the movies with me. In the theater, I would intentionally or unintentionally lean against my mother or hold her warm, delicate hand, and then, when she wasn't paying attention, I would quickly put my arm around her shoulder. At this time, my mother would naturally lean back and rest her head on my shoulder.

I knew Mom was really looking forward to the day I took her to the movies. After the movie, I liked to sit with Mom in a small park nearby for a while. There, we could look at the night view of the whole town and exchange playful, affectionate words.

One day, Mom said to me, "Son, shouldn't you be thinking about finding someone? You're almost seventeen." Without considering the consequences, I blurted out, "Mom, I don't want to marry another woman. I just want to be with you forever." Mom was clearly taken aback, turning to stare at me in disbelief. After a while, her dazed gaze silently drifted into the distance. I felt incredibly guilty. I pulled her to my chest and hugged her tightly. Her unusually full breasts pressed against my cheeks, making my heart race. My mother whispered, "Son, let's go home."

After this incident, my mother refused to go to the movies with me again, telling me I should find a girl my age to go with. This Tuesday, with everyone else at home out, I begged my mother again. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just nodded. I was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly. She didn't refuse, gently resting her head on my shoulder. I silently but very gently stroked my mother's back, my hand lightly gliding over her snowy shoulders and back. My mother remained motionless, leaning against my shoulder. I leaned down and kissed my mother's slender and lovely neck and earlobe, then slowly moved up to her face. Finally, I bravely pressed my lips to my mother's lips.

My mother didn't push me away. When her soft lips finally responded, I was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy. From then on, the flowers I brought back for my mother always earned me a gentle kiss on the cheek. When we were alone together, the long-lost hugs returned; but unlike before, I could now boldly stroke my mother's back and occasionally kiss her full lips. Every Sunday before our date, my mother quickly reverted to her old self, impatient and restless. My sister noticed and asked her with a smile why she couldn't sit still. To this, my mother simply said she was going to see a movie with her son.

On Sunday evening, my mother wore a very sexy outfit. Despite having two children, her figure remained as slender as a young girl's. Although the clothes weren't very tight, they worked well, subtly highlighting her full breasts and shapely hips. Her figure, though nearing forty, was still beautifully accentuated. With light makeup, she looked incredibly young, and I was immediately captivated by her stunning beauty. On the way to the cinema, my mother was the center of attention for all the men in town, meeting countless admiring glances. As her son, I felt incredibly proud. The movie that night was a romantic drama. As usual, I naturally put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder in return. I kissed her cheek from time to time. After the movie, we went to our usual park. It was cooler outside. My mother nestled into my arms. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

My mother's soft hands gently caressed my cheeks. She cupped my face and whispered, "I'm so happy I have such a loving son." I smiled and pulled my mother into my arms, holding her tightly. Unable to contain my passion, I suddenly leaned down and kissed my mother's rosy lips passionately.

My mother didn't move, but simply leaned against me, her body trembling slightly. I kissed her delicate lips passionately, my joy and possessiveness rising higher and higher. Suddenly, Mom opened her tightly closed teeth, her fragrant tongue darting out and passionately intertwining with mine. Overjoyed, I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva in large gulps. My excited tongue roamed freely in her mouth. Mom couldn't help but gasp softly in my frenzied kisses.

Seizing this opportunity, I made my move, passionately kissing the beautiful woman in my arms, my own mother. From her face, her bright eyes, her delicate nose, to her snow-white breasts, her translucent earlobes, and then back to my mother's warm, red lips, I teased her delicate tongue, playing with it wantonly. I tried my hand at it, exploring territories my mother had never been touched by my father.

Perhaps my mother had never been kissed like this before, and her desire was slowly ignited. She went from being passive to responding with the same passion, kissing me back. And so, we held each other in a passionate kiss for a long time. Until we were breathless, we reluctantly separated, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. The passion in our hearts lingered long afterward. My mother suddenly turned her head and whispered, "We should go home." I reluctantly drove home, and my mother still naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Through the rearview mirror, I secretly glimpsed a joyful smile on my mother's lips. My passion reignited, and I decided to take an even bolder step. I suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, braked, and, facing my mother's astonished expression, once again passionately kissed her delicate lips. At the same time, I resolutely reached out and tentatively kneaded her breasts—the breasts that had nurtured me as an infant and were still full and round—through her clothes.

The mother, with years of marital experience, knew what was to come when a man, especially her own son, suddenly caressed her breasts. She couldn't accept it; her body trembled violently. She pushed me away forcefully, gasping, "Son, we're mother and son, you can't do this!" However, I ignored her protests and, taking advantage of the cramped space in the car, forced myself on her, kissing her hesitant lips again, silencing her with my tongue. At the same time, my right hand slipped inside her clothes, unhooking her bra and vigorously kneading her full breasts.

Her mature breasts felt wonderful; two heavy mounds of flesh twisted into various shapes under my pressure, full of elasticity. Her nipples slowly hardened under the intense stimulation of my hands. Feeling the long-awaited sexual stimulation, my mother's initial resistance and struggle gradually turned into sweet moans, and she began to passionately respond to my kisses.

I played with my mother's breasts for quite a while, and just as I was about to advance towards her lower body, she suddenly broke free from my embrace, lowered her head, and commanded: "Son, we should go home." Looking at my mother's flushed cheeks and slightly trembling shoulders, I reluctantly agreed, still wanting more. When we got home, the house was quiet; everyone else was asleep. As usual, I figured my father was probably drunk again. So before I even reached the living room downstairs, I grabbed my mother and started kissing her passionately on the lips.

At first, she protested, "Don't do that, you'll wake everyone else." "Mom, we're just kissing," I pleaded. "What if someone gets woken up? What if we get discovered?" Suddenly, an idea struck me. I whispered, "Mom, let's go to my room. We can lock the door. Dad's probably drunk; he won't know where you are." After a few seconds of silence, I almost thought she was going to turn and leave. But unexpectedly, she sighed, nodded, and finally gave in to her son's unreasonable request. "

You go to your room and wait for me. I'll go check on your father and then come right back." I paced anxiously in the room. The door was gently pushed open, and my mother came in, closing it softly behind her. She sighed softly, "Son, your father has drunk too much again. I don't think we should do this." She sighed again, "I don't want to betray your father." She stood beside me, gazing at her familiar yet suddenly estranged son with a sorrowful yet longing expression. Her expression overwhelmed me; I instinctively embraced her, lay down on the bed, and began to kiss her passionately. She returned my kisses.

I knew that from tonight onwards, my mother would become my most intimate lover in the world. The kisses grew more and more passionate, and I could feel her excitement beneath her thin cotton bra. My hands frantically tried to explore her entire body, sometimes kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples, sometimes caressing her round, beautiful buttocks from behind. Slowly, her body relaxed under my continued caresses. "Son, Mom is so scared," she said, still hesitant. "

Mom, don't be afraid. Your son has grown up now. I will love you dearly," she said, pressing herself against my strong chest and gently kissing her son's cheek. Trembling, I unbuttoned my mother's blouse and quickly ripped it off, kissing her lips even more passionately at the same time. With the blouse gone, my mother's full, snowy breasts, encased in a simple cotton bra, swayed with her breath, incredibly alluring. In the dim light, her bare skin appeared even whiter. I took a deep breath and reached behind my mother's back to unhook the bra. For the first time, my mother's mature, full breasts were fully revealed before my eyes—full, round, and firm, with small, pink, tempting nipples. A wave of the mature woman's fragrance wafted towards me.

My mother didn't resist my actions; she just whispered, "Son, think of your father, think of the ancestors in the ancestral hall. This time, we've gone too far." I pressed my lips to hers, stopping her final hesitation. I hugged her tightly, her high, firm breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples stimulating my sexual nerves. I let out a soft moan and instinctively reached out to grasp and rub them. In no time, the tender nipples stood erect from the areolas, so cute and alluring. Suddenly, childhood memories flooded back, and I couldn't help but lower my head to kiss those pink nipples forcefully, occasionally sticking out my tongue to gently lick them and lightly biting and sucking them with my teeth. My mother's body writhed beneath me as I teased her, emitting soft moans and groans. I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, licking her small navel, imagining the wondrous sensation of my sister and I being conceived within her years ago.

With each intimate touch, my mother seemed to feel pleasure, unconsciously thrusting her snow-white body towards me. I licked away the beads of sweat from her skin, savoring the slightly salty taste, which elicited a near-crying moan of pleasure from her beneath me. Then, I began to caress her long, beautiful legs. My mother's thighs were as smooth as silk, incredibly soft, and felt wonderful to the touch. Following the curve of her beautiful legs, my hand gradually moved up to the base of my mother's thighs. There, I felt her panties, a matching set with her bra, both made of white cotton.

I focused intently on kissing and sucking on my mother's fragrant lips, my tongue prying open her lips, making her moan ecstatically in a series of passionate kisses. Her whole body completely relaxed, and without realizing it, she slightly parted her legs, revealing her most intimate genitals to me. It was truly unbelievable. My mother, the mother who gave me life and raised me, was now like a blooming lily, waiting for me to pluck her. Through the rough cotton fabric, I felt the opening of my mother's vulva, gently rubbing it. Before long, the white panties were soaked with a steady stream of honey-like fluid.

I stood up, quickly stripped off my clothes, and slid down my body to my mother's crotch, burying my face between her legs. Now, my mother's vulva, which I had longed for for so long, was so close to me, exuding an intoxicating, mature fragrance. It was partially obscured by a thin layer of cotton fabric, with a few alluring pubic hairs occasionally peeking through. I took a deep breath, buried my face between my mother's legs, and recklessly licked my mother's vulva through her panties, admiring the beautiful sight of my beloved mother's genitals.

My tongue pushed the tip of my tongue between my mother's panties and sucked hard on the honeyed fluid that kept seeping out through the fabric. Stimulated by my tongue, Mom twisted her body violently. Then, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down sharply, a movement that made her shudder. She pushed my head away forcefully, trying to hold onto her last line of defense: I kissed her fragrant black hair, her bright eyes, and finally kissed her lips again. This time, Mom went limp in my arms, and then began to return the kiss, our tongues intertwining and sucking each other.

Seeing that the time was ripe, I reached down again and pulled off my mother's last piece of clothing. This time, my mother offered no resistance. Only in the instant her genitals were exposed did she instinctively reach out to cover her inner thighs, trying to block her son's beast-like, burning gaze. I gently but firmly pulled my mother's hands away, gazing at that lush, dark forest, the pink, trembling flesh of her vulva. I felt as if I were in a dream. My mother shyly turned her face away, and I seized the opportunity to leave my first lip print on my beloved mother's clitoris and labia. My mother trembled and straightened up, her full breasts thrusting out, and gently kissed my head.

I rubbed my mother's clitoris with my hand while gently biting her full breasts and pink nipples, my fingers sliding into her already wet vagina. It all felt like a dream. My mother's vagina was incredibly wet. I moved my mouth to her inner thighs, kissing her labia majora, then teasingly biting her clitoris. Stimulated by my full-body stimulation, Fang Min, my dear mother, moaned incessantly, immersed in the surging pleasure her own son was giving her. After

kissing for a while, I parted her lips with my tongue, inhaling her alluring feminine scent, and occasionally tilted my head back to admire the seductive beauty of her genitals. I parted my mother's labia with my fingers and saw a small pink opening above her vaginal opening; it was where she urinated. My mother's genitals emitted a rich, alluring scent of a mature woman, completely captivating me. I gently licked every inch of her vulva several times with the tip of my tongue, then inserted my tongue into her vagina and began licking the vaginal walls, especially the labia minora around her vulva. My face was covered in the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother's passion, which aroused me greatly. Every time my tongue moved to my mother's most sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but cry out. Then, I inserted a finger into her vagina and began to thrust rapidly, while continuing to suck and kiss her clitoris.

The mature, beautiful middle-aged woman's breathing became increasingly rapid. I relentlessly stimulated her clitoris; her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking my fingers in the slippery nectar. I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of my mother's vagina, increasing the number of fingers from one to two. Finally, with a suppressed, sharp scream, my mother arched her snow-white body and began to convulse. I seemed not to hear, continuing to stimulate her, delighted to know that I had brought my mother to orgasm. After a while, my mother stood up and hugged me tightly, rubbing her firm breasts against my chest. She breathed shyly and whispered, "Son, I've never been so happy in my life." My mother gently embraced my neck and kissed my lips. At the same time, she shyly reached down, grasped my penis, and slowly stroked it, guiding my penis to the base of her thighs, rubbing it up and down against her moist labia. I closed my eyes, my swollen glans touching my mother's wet opening, throbbing with excitement. I couldn't wait to penetrate her. As if silently expressing her consent, my mother spread her thighs to the sides, placing my penis at her entrance. I gazed into the depths of her eyes; my mother's eyes were full of love. I knew she had decided to give herself completely to me.

Finally, my mother aligned my penis with her vaginal opening, and I smoothly inserted myself into her. With a suppressed moan of pleasure from my mother, I finally returned to the place where she gave birth to me and raised me. I was immersed in boundless happiness. I felt my penis tightly enveloped by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and I desperately wanted to thrust, but I wanted to prolong this hard-won moment of happiness. I knew that when I wanted sex too much, I would often ejaculate prematurely after penetration. I wanted to remain inside her for a moment to cool down before thrusting, so that each time I could deeply penetrate my hard penis to the very depths of my mother's vagina, allowing her to experience an intense sexual pleasure she had never felt with my father. I wanted her to need me even more and be unable to leave me in the future. And for a boy of my age, my penis is very long and thick, and my mother's vagina is like petals blooming for my son's hot cock under my thrust.

At this time, my mother also tried her best to straighten her lower body to meet my penis, so that the root of my penis could reach the depth of my vagina. Even after giving birth to two children, my mother's vagina is still very tight, and the muscles in the vaginal wall wrap around my penis like a vice. Makes me feel comfortable.

I could sense that my mother was still a little reserved. I had to make her feel at ease, so I used my imagination. I imagined my mother, lying beneath me with her legs spread open for me to penetrate, as the woman who looked like her that I had always wanted to rape. So I grabbed my mother's buttocks, thrust my penis forward, and began to pump forcefully, each time making the base of my penis slam against my mother's... As I thrust into her clitoris, my mother gradually forgot her restraint and let out joyful moans. Her hands began to gently caress my naked back. I, filled with incestuous excitement fueled by maternal love, thrust even harder. Especially when my mother lifted her buttocks and crossed her legs behind me, gripping my hips, I knew she wanted me to penetrate her even deeper. I kept thrusting into my mother, occasionally kissing her breasts with my lips and licking her nipples with my tongue. I felt incredibly excited. My mother hugged me even tighter and often raised her hips to receive my penis's thrusts. I straightened my legs, making every nerve in my body tense, which made my penis even harder.

I hugged my loving mother tightly and fucked her harder and harder. I continued to fuck her hard for more than ten minutes. My mother let out a cry and her whole body stiffened. At the same time, she clasped my hips with her hands and dug her fingers into my back. The penis in her vagina was also tightly clamped by the warm and tender flesh. I felt a warm sensation on my glans; I knew it was my mother's vaginal fluid overflowing. My mother's tongue slipped into my mouth, frantically swirling around my tongue tip. I felt every cell in my body expand, followed by a tightening sensation at the base of my penis. A surge of heat rose from my feet, and my glans felt tingly and numb. I quickly thrust a few more times, and spurts of hot virgin semen shot into my mother's vagina. My whole body was weak and aching; I lay panting heavily on top of my mother, motionless. After a while, I felt the semen begin to flow back out.

And so, my mother and I intertwined, caressing each other, enjoying the afterglow of our climax. After a while, my penis hardened again inside her vagina, and I gently thrust in and out. This time, because it was more comfortable, we lasted a long time, finally reaching climax together again. That night, my mother and I made love four times. After our last passionate encounter, my mother whispered shyly in my ear, "Son, yours is so big and amazing! Your father and I have never experienced anything like this when we made love." My mother had almost forgotten when she last felt this happy. I'm so grateful that my mother, in her thirties, can still enjoy such pleasure. Her praise makes me feel proud as a man.

My first time with my mother was more satisfying than all the times she'd had sex with my father since their marriage. No wonder she no longer has feelings for my father; he can no longer give her orgasms. I felt secretly smug. We kissed for a while, said some sweet words, and then she stood up and cleaned herself. She put on her bra, got dressed, and quietly left my room.

The next day, when I woke up, everything from the previous night seemed to have vanished like fog. It was as if nothing had happened the night before. When the family sat around the table for breakfast, Mom was unusually cold, not only refusing to speak to me but also avoiding eye contact. While Dad and my sister left for work and school, I pretended to feel unwell and stayed in my room, fiddling with the white panties soaked with Mom's juices, waiting quietly.

A short while later, the door opened, and Mom came in as I had hoped. Seeing the panties in my hand, Mom's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment, and she said in a trembling voice, "Son, we can't repeat what we did last night." Last night truly made me happy. Mom will always remember everything we had, but Mom is, after all, a married woman, your biological mother. And you will get married and have children to carry on our family line. We can't make any more mistakes. I protested loudly, pulling her into my arms. I tried to kiss her, but Mom turned her head, pulled away from my embrace, and shook her head. "No, son." Mom whispered, tears welling in her eyes, "Because you are my son." Tears streamed down my mother's face, but she still left me. From then on, our relationship cooled. I could tell her decision was painful for her too. Time flew by, and months of effort were in vain. I almost gave up hope of repairing our relationship. My mother busied herself finding me a partner, contacting everyone she could find, asking if they knew any good girls. She even consulted random books to see if our horoscopes were compatible. If they were, she would arrange for us to meet.

I was in immense pain because the only woman I loved was my mother, yet she cruelly pushed me away. In the end, I chose a girl because, in my eyes, she looked somewhat like my mother. The engagement date was set. With the arrival of this prospective daughter-in-law, some strange things started happening. My mother's attitude towards me changed; she acted like a jealous woman, criticizing me for even the smallest mistakes. The next day, when it was just the two of us at home, my mother said, "Son, let's go see a movie again on Sunday, okay?" She had dressed up carefully for this outing, and I could hardly believe that the beautiful woman sitting next to me was my mother. After the movie, we went back to our private spot, and I hugged her again. She didn't resist, and we began to kiss passionately. My hands began to roam over my mother's entire body. From her tightly clenched legs, I could tell she was aroused. We made love like that for about an hour before reluctantly parting. When we got home, just like last time, my father and sister were already asleep. "

Wait for me in your room, I'm going to check on your father," my mother said softly. When she went into the room, I had already taken off my clothes and was lying on the bed. My mother turned around, locked the door, and came to me. Mother and son began a long-awaited passionate kiss. I almost roughly ripped off my mother's clothes, pushed her down, and kissed every inch of her delicate skin, lovingly playing with and sucking her breasts for a long time. He held her round buttocks tightly with both hands, and spread her legs, licking her clitoris and labia wildly. When her mother's vaginal fluids were plentiful, she staggered, and he frantically thrust his fingers into her vagina, just as he was about to bring her to orgasm. As my erection swelled, I rolled over and straddled my mother, gripping my rock-hard penis. I pressed the shaft against her vaginal opening and thrust forward forcefully. My penis easily slid deep into my mother's already wet vagina.

I grasped my mother's round buttocks and pounded into her hard. Thinking that this might be the last time I made love to my mother, I used all my strength with each penetration, thrusting all the way in. My mother allowed me to play with her body at will. She tried her best to respond to my movements, and with each thrust of my penis, she would tilt her head back and moan softly, as if giving me silent encouragement. We made love passionately on the bed, and I tried my best to control myself from ejaculating to prolong the intercourse, enjoying the pleasure brought by our mother-son union. At this moment, we were completely uninhibited, wanting to enjoy the sexual pleasure brought by each other's bodies in every way possible. Sometimes my mother straddled me and actively responded to my thrusts, and sometimes I climbed on top of my mother and penetrated her vagina in an animalistic manner, playing with my hands on my mother's breasts. We kept changing positions, and after more than an hour of frenzied intercourse, I finally unleashed my hot semen into my mother's warm, wet vagina.

My mother, moaning softly, also reached orgasm at the same time, her face filled with a long-lost, satisfied smile. "Son, you're amazing!" my mother couldn't help but praise me. "Mom, are you still going to force me to get married?" I asked her, a little uneasy. "Son, Mom loves you. As your wedding date draws closer, Mom is becoming more and more overwhelmed, almost going crazy. I know I'm jealous. Mom loves you more than anything in this world." "My love for you is no longer just a mother's love for her son, but also the love for a lover. I will never let you leave my side again, not even for a second," Mom murmured. I hugged her again, kneading her round, jade-like breasts, letting her full mounds gradually swell, then kissed her swollen nipples. Mom hugged my back tightly, rolled over onto me, adjusted her position, and straddled my waist until my penis was fully buried in her love nest. Then she kissed me passionately, swaying her plump buttocks up and down. "Son, this is wonderful. But our union must be a secret between us, mother and son. Your father and your sister cannot know, otherwise we can never be together."

Gazing at my mother, panting softly, my eyes filled with boundless, infatuated love, I gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust vigorously, from slow to fast, from deep to shallow, until I was fully inside her vagina, her juices flowing freely, yet I felt no urge to ejaculate. Ten minutes passed, then an hour. Suddenly, my mother trembled, her body leaning forward onto me.

Her lips pressed quickly against mine, her tongue entwining with mine frantically, and soft moans escaped her lips. I knew she was close to climax, so I quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began to thrust rapidly inside her vagina. My beautiful, voluptuous mother trembled with each thrust of my penis, her breasts heaving, her buttocks swaying, her labia majora opening and closing smoothly to receive my penis. Seeing all this, how could I not love my own mother? Suddenly, my mother held me tightly, and I felt the intense contractions of her vaginal walls on the head of my penis. Her body trembled with each contraction, and as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she finally let out a soft moan.

At the same time, my penis thrust forcefully into her uterus, ejaculating a large amount of my semen inside, filling the love nest where my mother had conceived me with the seed of incest. After the passion subsided, we embraced and caressed each other, my mother's genitals still connected to mine, unwilling to separate. After a long while, she pushed me down onto the bed and began kissing my entire body. When she kissed between my legs, my mother resolutely took my penis into her mouth, licking my glans and coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue, her fingers constantly stroking my penis. I watched my mother's lewd state, my hands also constantly playing with her breasts. Finally, under this lewd visual stimulation, my penis, filled with my mother's loving oral sex, I could no longer hold back. I groaned, and milky white semen gushed from her mouth.

My beloved mother, the most lovable woman in the world, didn't find her son's semen dirty at all. With a charming smile, she swallowed every drop of my semen. Seeing this, I lovingly cupped my mother's lips, stained with my semen, and kissed them forcefully. Our tongues, lubricated by my semen, sucked each other's lips with a soft, slurping sound.

The next morning, we drove to the outskirts of the city and found a deserted, grassy area. We took off our clothes and laid them on top of my mother, using the ground as our bed and the sky as our blanket. After a passionate kiss, we made love wildly and naked in nature for a long time. Several times, my penis ejaculated wildly inside my mother, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Her usually suppressed moans naturally turned into loud cries in the deserted wilderness. For the first time in my life, I heard my mother's moans, which sounded so beautiful.

Stimulated by her cries, we made love again and again. When we got tired, we would lie on top of my mother to rest for a while, my penis still inside her vagina. And so, my mother's vagina was continuously penetrated by me, constantly dripping with her juices. We unleashed our most primal instincts in nature, reveling in the extraordinary pleasure that our intimate lovemaking brought us. It wasn't until sunset that we reluctantly separated, dressed, and rushed home. That night, we made love repeatedly. Perhaps it was the week of abstinence, or perhaps the wooden tiger truly had a miraculous effect, but that night my sexual prowess was astonishing; I ejaculated five times inside my mother's womb, hoping she would conceive my child as soon as possible. Finally, I dressed, scooped my naked mother into my arms, and took her to the nearby stream to wash.

When we reached the riverbank, I found a secluded spot, laid my mother down, and unfolded her bright red phoenix-patterned dress. The moonlight was beautiful that night; my mother's skin was very fair, and in the moonlight, it even shimmered with a soft, pearly sheen, clearly visible. Although my mother and I had been intimate many times before, this was the first time I had truly appreciated the beauty of my beloved mother. My mother shyly closed her eyes, letting me help her up. My mother's breasts, slightly saggy from breastfeeding my brother and me, weren't large, but the nipples were rosy and erect, hanging gracefully on her chest, tracing soft curves in the moonlight. Her buttocks were smooth and still elastic, her lower abdomen firm, and her pubic hair dark. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate face showed no signs of her being a woman in her early forties with a son and a daughter. I felt incredibly fortunate that God had arranged for such a beautiful and kind woman to be my mother.

I lifted her into the water, let her stand in it, and scooped water to wash her genitals and anus. Gradually, as my hands caressed my mother's alluring vulva, and my eyes lingered on her firm breasts and white buttocks, my penis inexplicably became aroused again. I then moved behind my mother, the water just reaching the mid-thighs. I grabbed her slender waist, turned her body around, and freely fondled her full breasts, snow-white buttocks, and cleft. Holding her naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands felt indescribably wonderful. I played with them for a long time, sometimes squeezing them in the middle, sometimes trying to spread them apart, as if kneading two large white dough balls. I played for a while, then cupped her round, fleshy mounds with both hands and pulled them apart.

My mother grabbed my hands, trying to stop me, but I grabbed her hands and placed them on her pert buttocks, kneading them with all four palms.

After a while, I released her hands, letting her spread her buttocks herself, allowing me to admire my mother's anus. My mother's back door was tightly closed, like a chrysanthemum bud. I reached out to touch it, and my mother tensed up. I poked a few times, but her little anus remained tightly closed. My loving mother seemed to understand my desire, turning around and looking at me affectionately, saying: "Ah Hao, do you want to insert into Mommy's asshole, hmm?" I didn't want to put my mother in a difficult position, but I also didn't want to lie. After a moment's hesitation, Mom resolutely said, "Come on, Mom will give you a real first night on our wedding night." I was confused and at a loss. Mom smiled charmingly, "Just think of my anus as a virgin's vagina. I've never let your father penetrate me. Mom no longer has a virgin's vagina to offer you, so let me offer my first time in my anus to my Ah Hao." After saying that, she resolutely turned around and immersed her lower body in the river water. After carefully cleaning her anus, she inserted her finger into her anus and poked around several times. Only then did she turn around with relief, giving me a deep, affectionate look, and said, "Come quickly, my beloved son, deflower your wife." Then, she leaned forward, raising her fair buttocks, and spread her buttocks apart with her hands. Her alluring anus, glistening with water droplets in the moonlight, was exceptionally tempting. Her two full breasts swayed gently on the water's surface, also quite adorable.

I couldn't help but embrace my mother's beautiful buttocks, my penis, aroused by emotion, hardening at the glans, slowly rubbing against the crevice between her white buttocks. My mother's little anus shyly writhed under the stimulation of my glans, looking both charming and adorable. I couldn't resist lowering my head and bringing my mouth to lick it with my tongue. "Don't kiss there," Mom gasped, her beautiful naked body trembling violently, her breasts shaking even more intensely, and a little bit of vaginal fluid seeping out from between her labia majora and minora. It flowed into my mouth, a mature woman's flavor with a slightly salty and savory taste. This taste, emanating from the depths of my beloved mother's womb, excited me to the point of a painful erection. I forcefully spread my mother's plump buttocks, frantically licking her delicate anus with my tongue, even pushing my tongue tip deep inside, constantly sending saliva into my mother's slightly blooming flower, fully lubricating her anus, preparing for penile insertion. My mother's anus was spotless; my tongue couldn't detect any unpleasant taste. With the lubrication of my saliva, the area around her anus quickly became dripping with fluid. My mother protested vehemently, but the flow of vaginal fluid from her vulva only increased, and her clitoris hardened. It was clear that my licking of her vulva and anus was arousing her.

My mother's body trembled violently, involuntarily emitting pleasurable moans, her hot vaginal fluid covering my face. Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples visibly hard.

I licked my mother's anus with smacking sounds, while simultaneously reaching between her legs to part the thick, dark pubic hair with my fingers, accurately touching her protruding clitoris. My fingertips teased the tender clitoris and labia. My mother moaned louder, the fluid gushing from her vagina flowing freely, trickling down her thighs into the river. I straightened up, grasped my thick penis, which was just as large as the one my mother had given me, dipped it in the vaginal fluid, and aimed my already erect glans at my mother's blooming anus, slowly pushing it inside.

My beloved mother let out a series of groans, her anus involuntarily contracting inward. It was clear that the first time a large penis had penetrated her anus, it was indeed uncomfortable for her. Although anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, the pain my mother was experiencing was unimaginable, and I felt incredibly sorry for her.

So I withdrew my penis and softly comforted her: "Mom, it's okay if it's not good. I don't want you to be uncomfortable; I just want you to enjoy yourself. Indeed, anal sex is much more difficult than vaginal sex." My mother frowned in pain, her body twisting, but she said to me: "It's okay. The first time your father took my virginity, it hurt much more than this. If you put more saliva on it, I'll try to relax my anus, and then your baby can go in." "Good son, try again."

Mom placed her hands on her knees, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed her anal sphincter, her anus opening little by little. It seemed to be beckon to me. Seeing Mom's persistence, I had no choice but to obey. I smeared saliva on my glans, spread her buttocks apart, and aimed at her anus. I tentatively launched another assault on my beloved mother's anus. Finally, amidst my mother's painful sighs, I forced my glans into my mother's relatively dry and narrow anus. But the moment my glans went in, the feeling of friction against the tender rectal flesh was so pleasurable that I couldn't stop. I was both in love and excited. I lowered my head and repeatedly kissed my mother's smooth, bare back, while frantically rubbing and thrusting my fingers into her clitoris, labia, and vagina.

I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly sink into my mother's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my thick, long penis was fully inserted into her round, perky buttocks. "Mom, we did it!" I whispered excitedly, my heart pounding with indescribable excitement. My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles inside my mother's rectum; even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, making my penis grow harder and harder with excitement. "Good son, Mom has finally given you your first time. Mom is so happy," Mom said happily, reaching out to touch my testicles. It seemed that Mother's anus had adapted to the insertion of my penis, and the pain of the first penetration seemed to have lessened a little. So I relaxed, took a deep breath, suppressed the intense stimulation of my first anal sex with my beloved mother, forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate, and began to tentatively thrust slowly.

Mother's breathing became rapid, and she began to sway her body back and forth, actively cooperating with my thrusting movements. My mother's once delicate and petite anus was stretched open by my penis, and with each thrust, her chrysanthemum undulated, yellowish fluid seeping from the crevice, looking extremely lewd.

I gradually quickened my pace, fully enjoying my mother's firm and bouncy buttocks. The slapping sounds of my penis hitting her buttocks were exceptionally crisp in the night air. After the initial pain, my mother's anus gradually adapted to the rhythm of my movements. Each time I penetrated, she would automatically relax, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I withdrew, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation. Slowly, I heard her groans of pleasure, different from before.

Suddenly, a desire to conquer surged within me. I gasped for breath, clenching my teeth, as if to release the resentment I felt for my mother's body being possessed by my father for so many years. My penis pounded harder and harder against my mother's naked, snow-white, plump buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she let out another painful whimper.

My mother clearly felt the pain my penis was inflicting, but I ignored it like a madman, my hands still gripping and squeezing her two swaying breasts. With a high-pitched shout, I desperately grabbed my mother's plump buttocks. In waves of intense pleasure, I thrust my penis as deep as possible into her anus, ejaculating a torrent of hot semen into her rectum. After a long while, my limp penis slid out of my mother's lovely anus. My mother felt a slight pain in her anus, and after touching the blood seeping from it, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Turning to me with contentment, she said, "I gave you my first time in my anus; it's a way of giving you, my husband, your due." "Mom's body is yours alone. You can have it whenever you want," I said contentedly, lying on top of her, breathing softly.

Under the moonlight, semen mixed with streaks of blood dripped from my mother's anus, which resembled a chrysanthemum, into the river. The sight of my beloved mother's anal blood filled me with boundless guilt and tenderness. I abruptly turned her body, pulling her tightly into my arms, and gave her another passionate kiss. My mother responded, opening her red lips to gently suck on my tongue. Though we remained silent, we could both feel the surging love within us. In the flowing water, we, mother and son, naked, embraced and kissed passionately for a long time, everything around us seemingly still.

In the quiet night sky, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds. In the silent darkness, the only sound was the soft smacking of our tongues as we, mother and son, sucked on each other. Time passed in this way, I don't know how long, until my penis, rubbed against my mother's vulva, became erect again. I lifted my mother's legs, letting her wrap them around my waist, and walked into deeper water until the water submerged her pink buttocks.

Using the buoyancy of the water, I cupped my mother's buttocks with both hands, letting her hug my neck tightly with her arms. Leaning back, I aimed my penis at my mother's vagina and thrust it in, then began to pump forcefully. Because of the buoyancy of the water, I used this position to help my mother quickly reach orgasm, finally making up for my earlier roughness towards her. After drying each other off, we caressed each other for a long time before getting up and heading home. By the time we arrived home, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

From then on, my mother wholeheartedly treated me as her husband, and the incestuous thoughts between us completely disappeared. My mother and I devoted all our love to each other selflessly. Whenever we could find an opportunity, we would make love together. Every time, it's my mother who initiates. Before our sexual encounters, she had long suffered from unsatisfied sexual desire, and now she's at the peak of her libido. Except for her menstrual period, she always has a strong urge, which I find incredibly pleasurable. Every time I take off her underwear, without me even teasing her, her genitals are already soaking wet. This allows my penis to move freely in and out of her vagina, and I feel incredibly aroused. My mother tells me that she finds it strange; just thinking about me makes her very wet, and no one has ever excited her like this before. I tell her that perhaps this is a special arrangement by God for our sexual encounters, and my mother readily agrees. The harmony of our sex life made my mother love me even more, and the sexual satisfaction I found in her made me love my wife and mother even more deeply. We were like madmen; whenever our desires arose, we would immediately find a place to make love, without any scruples.

Once, when everyone else was still at home, I saw my mother go into the bathroom and quietly followed her. My mother hadn't locked the door, and when I opened it, she was urinating when she saw me. I ignored her protests, picked her up, and without even drying her with toilet paper, pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, and thrust into her vagina from behind. My mother was completely unprepared, and her vagina wasn't fully lubricated, so I put some saliva on the head of my penis to lubricate it, so as not to hurt my beloved wife. "Son, someone might come in," Mom whispered nervously, but I ignored her. Under intense stimulation, we both reached orgasm in less than ten minutes. As I left, I pulled up Mom's underwear to prevent her from wiping herself. Although our affair went undetected, for the rest of the day, seeing Mom constantly pressing her lower abdomen and frowning in embarrassment aroused me, knowing my semen was flowing from her vagina and soaking her underwear.

One night, I woke up very aroused, wanting Mom intensely, so I quietly went into the master bedroom. Mom was lying next to Dad, the thin blanket slipping off her body, revealing her incredibly sexy figure. I gently shook my mother awake, signaling her to be quiet, and whispered that I wanted her, then went back to my room. Two minutes later, my mother came in. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then pulled off our clothes. Son, I know I'm your wife, and I should be there for you when you need me, but by coming into my room like this, we're taking unnecessary risks.

My mother had barely uttered a few gentle protests when I kissed her, stripping her naked like a lamb. After playing with her breasts for a while, I began to give her oral sex. She was already soaking wet after just a few licks of her clitoris. I then climbed on top of her, thrusting my erection into her love nest, and began to vigorously pound her vulva. My mother kept her eyes tightly closed, fully enjoying her husband's ministrations. Her beautiful, alluring breasts trembled silently against her chest with the piston-like movements of my penis in her vagina, swaying up and down, incredibly cute. I reached out and freely played with and kneaded them. A short while later, amidst the trembling of my mother's vagina, I ejaculated deep inside her. After a long while, as she got up to leave, she told me, "Son, from now on, whenever you want me, you can come to my room and wake me up, just like tonight, and I'll come to you."

I was thrilled. But the next night, my mother, with a smile on her face, came into my room with her bedding and said, "I told your father that he gets drunk every night, and I can't stand the smell, so I'm sleeping in your room. Your father agreed, so from now on, my body is yours every night." I hugged my beloved mother tightly, showering her face and body with kisses. My excitement was indescribable. Tonight, I can only express my joy and gratitude to my beloved mother by letting her fully enjoy the incredibly pleasurable sex I give her. For the next two years, my mother and I were extremely careful, seizing every safe opportunity to indulge in our incestuous sexual pleasure. Sometimes, we would lie and say we were going out to do odd jobs, choosing a time when my mother was safe, packing enough food, and spending several days away, staying in a cave or a deserted hut in a dense forest, indulging in the wild pleasures we had tried before. While staying in the cave or hut, we wouldn't wear outer clothing for days, and could have sex whenever we wanted. In this environment, my mother was always unusually aroused. Her vagina was always moist, her breasts were erect, and her plump buttocks were raised high. Her moans of orgasm rose and echoed in the vagina from time to time, further arousing my lust.

Every time I brought her to orgasm for the first time, my penis was still as hard as a steel rod, so I would not pull out of her vagina. I would continue to thrust until my beloved mother had multiple orgasms before finally sparingly ejaculating deep into her vagina. My mother, who was enjoying the pleasure I had brought her to, would often take my still-dripping glans into her mouth and, under her loving gaze, carefully lick my thick penis clean with her fragrant tongue before letting me rest for a moment. Sometimes, when I still couldn't ejaculate, my mother would patiently and delicately perform oral sex on me with her red lips or cup her breasts to create cleavage for me to have breast sex. She tried every means to give me sexual pleasure. And that milky white semen became a delicious meal for my loving mother, or she would smear it on her breasts, saying it was a good lubricant.

Hearing that my semen had such wonderful uses, of course I was willing to ejaculate it as much as possible into my beloved mother. My father never suspected anything about our frequent outings. In fact, he had long been an alcoholic and impotent. He had already lost interest in sex before my mother and I got together. No wonder my mother gave herself to me so easily; my father deserved some credit for that. Now, alcohol is his best friend. I think he must be very happy about our outing. His nagging wife and son aren't bothering him at home, so he can get drunk to his heart's content. And so, the days passed by in our joyful incestuous sex with my son. Under divine protection, my mother's belly remained unharmed. Nourished by my semen, she regained her youthful glow. My specially made skin lotion made her skin fair and rosy. My countless daily breast massages made her previously somewhat saggy breasts firmer and more lifted. Her buttocks became fuller and more moisturized from the impact of our intercourse. Her vagina, stimulated by my penis and nourished by my semen, became more contracted and powerful. Her anus could open freely, accepting my penis and absorbing every drop of semen, which filled me with tenderness. Anal sex with my beloved mother became our first choice for spiced sex. Now, making love with my mother and wife is even more ecstatic for me.

Two years later, my younger sister got pregnant by a man from another province and married him. Meanwhile, I had a great opportunity: to go to Shanghai to learn business, hoping to earn more money to support my beloved wife and mother. The initial days away from home were agonizing. I never wanted any woman other than my mother in my life. My mother, who had never left her hometown in the southwest, surprisingly took the train repeatedly to Shanghai to see me, helping with my life and satisfying my physical needs. In Shanghai, our separation felt like a reunion, and we resumed our passionate married life. However, I was much more careful; I always used condoms when having sex with my mother, because Shanghai wasn't home, and my mother's health was paramount. Her pregnancy made travel inconvenient. After a year of this, each brief reunion with my beloved mother was followed by an even longer anticipation. During her few days in Lu, I took leave to be with her, making love all day long. My kind and beautiful mother, exhausted from the long journey and the constant sexual activity with her son, was often exhausted, which worried me greatly. So I told her not to come to Shanghai to visit me anymore, so she could stay home and recuperate in preparation for my visit. Just as I was preparing to go back to my hometown to reunite with my mother, news came that my father had been found dead from alcohol poisoning, his head smashed against a tiger statue. My mother and I weren't overly saddened, but we felt somewhat lost. However, this also meant that our hometown was no longer a place we were attached to.

After my father's funeral, my mother officially moved to Shanghai to live with me. Like a newlywed couple, we loved and cared for each other. With less of the long journeys, my mother's health returned to normal, and she became more sexually active. I was happy to have her by my side day and night. Gradually, she became more accustomed to the vibrant atmosphere of the big city and became bolder in her sexuality, going from being hesitant to actively accepting my increasingly strong sexual desire. When we were at home together, I would kiss her passionately, caress her breasts, and request various positions for intercourse whenever she wanted. Sometimes, on a whim, I would lift her skirt and grab her snow-white, plump buttocks for a rougher act, which my mother also accepted with a smile. During her periods without menstruation, we had intercourse at least three or four times a day. Condoms were no longer necessary, as Mom said they affected our pleasure during sex. I, of course, gladly obeyed my mother's loving wishes.

After three months of unprotected sex, Mom shyly told me one day that her period was late. Then, during our anxious wait, she told me again that she, at thirty-six, was confirmed pregnant. We were both incredibly excited. Especially knowing that my mother was carrying her own son's child, I felt extremely proud.

Watching my child grow day by day in my mother's womb, her face radiated the unique happiness of a pregnant woman. The joy of becoming a father for the first time filled me with boundless happiness. Of course, after my mother became pregnant, the frequency of our sex life decreased. For the safety of the baby in her womb, she tried her best to satisfy our sexual needs through back-to-back sex, oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex. My mother's love for me during this difficult time made me feel deeply happy and responsible. I also tried my best to take care of my pregnant mother, ensuring her safe passage through this difficult period so that we could resume our normal marital sex life as soon as possible. Finally, nine months later, we had a healthy and lovely daughter. With our first successful encounter, my mother's face radiated confident joy. She said she hoped to give me a son so that the Wang family could have an heir. In subsequent sexual encounters, my mother tried every possible way to ensure that my semen was ejaculated inside her vagina without leakage. With my mother's persistent efforts, our son was born when our daughter was one and a half years old. Later, due to my outstanding performance at work, my company sent me to New Zealand on a business trip. Using the money I had saved over the years and my connections abroad, I successfully applied for New Zealand citizenship, brought my beloved mother and children to live with me, and we settled in the beautiful and prosperous New Zealand.

Abroad, my mother and I became a real couple, and no one in the country doubted our true identities. While I was at work during the day, my mother stayed home to care for our two bright and lovely children; and every night, after they fell asleep in their crib, it was time for our intimate moments as mother and son lovers. My mother and I have a nightly ritual of intimate intercourse, because she knows my love and obsession with her body. Although she has two more children, she still has a good figure and normal libido, even though she is nearly forty.

My nightly, perfect intercourse with my beloved mother is the best way for me to recover my energy, forget my worries, and strengthen the bond between us, this match made in heaven. Now, after several years of married life with my mother, she is even more gentle, considerate, and understanding, filling me with boundless love and happiness. Every night, when I want her body and remove her nightgown, her pink nipples are already proudly erect, her snow-white, plump buttocks are already glistening with moisture, and her labia are wide open, waiting for me—her beloved son's cherished treasure. Of course, I will not disappoint my mother's kindness; I will not retract my penis and go to sleep until we both reach orgasm. Every night, after we showered together and dried each other off, we would return to our bedroom, lie naked, and caress each other. Then, again and again, we would engage in our beloved lovemaking, a lovemaking activity we never tire of. Only after my mother's loud moans had echoed several times, and I had ejaculated deeply into her womb, would our spacious and comfortable bedroom return to a brief moment of peace.

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