A beautiful mother has been a widow for many years, and her son loves her.

I'm 20 years old, 180cm tall, and in college. My dad died young, and I live with my mom. She says he was killed in a plane crash in the US. My mom was only 18 when she was pregnant with me. My dad was a company owner, and after his death, my mom sold most of her shares, becoming wealthy. So we never lacked food or clothing, and she raised me.

As the saying goes, "when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust," and because I never lacked food or drink, and my mom gave me all her money, I started watching porn when I first entered college. I bought a lot of porn to watch at home, and later I started going out and having affairs. Because I was afraid of getting diseases, I only dated students and virgins. Later, after doing it so much, I started to lose interest. Sometimes watching porn is actually quite exciting, so when I don't have a woman I like, I watch DVDs to satisfy my cravings.

One day, I came home and called out, "Mom, I'm home!" I opened the door, "Huh? Nobody's here?" Usually, Mom would come out to greet me when she heard me, what happened today? Thinking this, I grabbed my Coke and started drinking as I walked towards my room. When I got to my room, I heard the TV on and a woman moaning "uh" and "ah." Oh no, who's watching porn in my room? Nobody else has a key to my room except the maid who comes to clean every Sunday and my mom. Could it be...? Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat. I carefully walked to the door of the room. The door was not locked and peeked in through a crack—oh my god, it really was my mother!

She was sitting in a chair with her back to the door, watching with great interest. Looking at the big screen, the man and woman there were really going at it.

My mother seemed a little impulsive at this point. Her shoulders began to sway slightly, and her clothes started to loosen from behind. Because of the heat, she was wearing a black sheer blouse with transparent bra straps, so from my angle, she appeared to have bare shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the contrast between her black clothes, long hair, and snow-white shoulders made her skin appear even more radiant. No wonder; possessing an angelic face and beautiful curves is every girl's dream. In this respect, heaven seemed to have especially favored my mother, making her a beauty capable of driving any man wild. Bored all day, she only thinks about beauty and maintenance. She looks like a 30-year-old woman despite being 40, with a great figure; she even rivals me in high heels. A few times when we went shopping, the sales assistants thought we were a couple and kept pushing matching outfits on my mom, making her incredibly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple.

As the movie played, my mom's shoulders bounced even more violently. Her shoulders were glistening with sweat from exercise and the heat, and the sight made my little brother stand up, creating a tent in my shorts.

My hand reached inside, and to get a better look, my body unconsciously moved forward. Finally, as the black man on the television screen ejaculated like a fountain, Mom also reached her climax. Her shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow, trembling in waves. I was stunned. I had never seen Mom like this before. The pleasure I felt was more intense and unparalleled than any other sexual intercourse I had ever experienced.

Just then, there was a creaking sound from the door hinges. The sound wasn't loud, but to us it felt like an explosion. Mom turned around, and because she had used too much force, the swivel chair spun around, so she was facing me directly. Our eyes met, and for a moment we were both stunned. My eyes were wide open in shock. Her bra was pushed up, one hand was caressing her snow-white breasts, and the other was inside her panties, which were soaked through, dripping wet as if she had lost control of her bladder. The chair beneath her was also soaked.

Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. My already erect penis reached its climax, and a stream of semen shot out, two or three feet high.

Mom finally came to her senses and realized what had happened. My face flushed bright red instantly. I quickly pulled my clothes together and rushed out the door beside me, leaving me standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. After a long while, I finally came to my senses, went into my room, turned off the TV, and sat on the sofa, wondering how to clean up this mess. It was fine to do whatever I wanted outside as long as my mother didn't find out, but now that things had come to this, what was I going to do? As I thought about it, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the chair my mother had been sitting on. It was still wet. I went over and touched it; it was sticky and slippery. I put some in my mouth, and it tasted good. It didn't taste like the girls I'd called outside. This was my mother's taste. Involuntarily, my penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again. "Never mind, I'm going to die anyway. I'll go find Mom and see what she says." Thinking this, I walked towards my mother's room , wondering how to speak to her.

When I reached her door, it was ajar. Looking through the doorway, I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her clothes were buttoned up. I went in and whispered, "Mom!"

My mother jumped up. Turning around, her face flushed, she still seemed stunned. "It's my son! You—" "Mom, I didn't mean to. I came back and didn't see you, so I wanted to go back to my room, and then—" She didn't know how to continue.

"Oh, it's nothing. You've seen my body before when I was little, haven't you?" Mom pretended to be relaxed, but I could hear the tension in her tone. "But you, why are there so many random DVDs in your room? You're still young; watching these isn't suitable for you at this age." Mom adopted a stern tone, her face hardening, though it was clearly forced.

"Yes, yes, I borrowed these from a friend. I was just curious and borrowed them to watch. I was going to return them tomorrow." It's safer to admit fault when Mom is scolding you.

"Let's forget about it. Don't watch these things anymore. Now go and prepare the food. I'll rest for a bit and then come down." Mom said.

"Oh, I'm going downstairs then." I closed the door, letting out a long sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped. Downstairs, I called the hotel to order takeout, all of Mom's favorite dishes (just kidding, I know nothing about cooking). A little while later, the food was ready, and I went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Mom, dinner's ready, come down and eat."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll be right down."

The next day passed peacefully, the third day, the fourth day—time flew by, and my mother and I seemed to have forgotten about it. Life seemed to return to normal, but before I went to sleep, I always thought about my mother's beautiful body. And I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'm rather oblivious, and I don't pay much attention to anything particularly unusual.

Until that day—

after school, a few buddies said they were going to pick up girls, but I thought it was pointless and went home first. When I got home, I realized I didn't have my keys. Ugh, I must have dropped them in my room when I rushed to school that morning. I had no choice but to call my mom: "Hey, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door, but I don't have my keys. Can you open the door for me?"

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right down." My mom's voice trembled a little.

"What are you doing? This is when she should be at the beauty salon. Why are you home?" I asked, puzzled.

Just as I was thinking this, my mom opened the door a moment later, her head down, breathing a little heavily, her face flushed.

"Mom, you're home. I thought you went to the beauty salon. I should have just rung the doorbell." I said as I went into my room.

"Your key is at home. I saw it when I was tidying up for you, and I was worried you wouldn't be able to get in, so I waited for you at home," Mom said.

"Oh, thank you, Mom."

"You're my son, do you need to thank me for doing all this?" Mom rolled her eyes at me. She then handed me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her hand tremble slightly.

I took the key back to my room, unsure what to do for a moment. I thought I'd watch some more movies; I hadn't watched any since the incident. I opened the drawer, searching... "Wait a minute, where are my movies?" I realized, strangely, that several were missing. They were all classics. One was *The Love of Mount Fuji* (it really exists! I watched it in high school; it's full of beautiful women!), and the other was a classic Japanese incestuous mother-son story. Also, my diary on the table seemed to have been read. "I haven't touched it in ages. Who else could have?" I guessed. "My buddies haven't been here in ages. They can't get into my room without the key, let alone the key to the drawer. The key, the key!!" I jumped up.

I remembered my mother's strange behavior when I came home: staying home instead of going to the beauty salon, her voice, the flush on her face – "Could it be that Mom took it to see something???" This conclusion startled even myself. There was nothing I could do but pretend I didn't know. I couldn't very well ask her, "Mom, did you see my videos?" That would be suicidal.

After tidying up and going downstairs, I saw my mother making dinner in the kitchen, so I followed the sound to the kitchen.

"Go take a shower first, you'll be done soon," my mother said with her back to me.

Just then, Mom bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around when I saw this scene and stopped in my tracks. Mom was wearing a very short, tight skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her thong from behind. It was just a thin line connecting her legs, and that line was embedded in her buttocks. Her snow-white, fleshy buttocks were completely exposed to the air. In the front, only a small piece of cloth covered her vulva. It was clearly a very small and sexy thong. I couldn't help but feel hot in my groin. I don't know how long it lasted, but Mom seemed unable to find what she was looking for, and I enjoyed the view even more closely.

"Ah!" Mom seemed to sense my burning gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and hurriedly turned back to walk towards the bathroom. This scene has been stuck in my mind. While showering, I couldn't help but start stroking my already erect penis. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow at the bathroom door. After hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw my mother's back disappear into the kitchen. A sense of suspicion washed over me: "Mom—"

Ever since that incident, I've felt something was off. My mother has been behaving strangely. For example, she never used to ask me to do any housework, but lately, she's been insisting that I take the clothes I've taken off from the bathroom basket and put them in the washing machine. It's such a small thing, but my mother still insists that I do it. Every day, I would find all sorts of sexy, see-through panties belonging to my mother in the basket—sometimes one, sometimes several, some still with traces of sticky fluid. And they were always on top of a pile of clothes, as if she wanted me to see them.

Also, sometimes when my classmates called, my mother would always answer first. If it was a girl, she would give me a sideways glance, then reluctantly hand me the phone, and then stand there a little sullenly until I finished my call and asked, "Who was that? Was it your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone is a little sour.

I also remember one morning, I had just woken up and opened my eyes to find my mother staring intently at my erection. She didn't realize I was awake. She seemed to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, she reached out and slowly approached my underwear, which was almost bursting. Just as we were about to touch, our eyes met, and she reacted strongly, immediately pulling her hand back.

"I—I—why didn't you cover yourself with the blanket?" My mother avoided my gaze and turned to leave.

And so on... things like this have been happening frequently lately, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss until just now, when I finally connected all the dots. "Could it be that Mom is intentionally tempting me?" This thought sent a surge of excitement and impulse through me. Of course, I couldn't be sure.

I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. Mom was still in the kitchen. I went in and found her seemingly lost in thought, not cooking, just staring blankly at the pot on the stove. I gently walked over and tapped her. She seemed to be electrocuted, letting out a loud cry: "Ah!"

"Mom, it's me."

"Son, you scared me to death!"

"No, Mom's so beautiful, how could I possibly scare you to death? What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing—nothing, son, we can eat now."

I've always thought my mom was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more smitten. I reached out and took her hand. "Okay, let's eat together." Mom seemed a little flustered by my gesture, but she didn't refuse.

At the dinner table, I kept staring into Mom's eyes, and she seemed uneasy the whole time.

"Son, why are you staring at your mother like that?"

"You look especially beautiful today, so I couldn't help but glance at you."

"You little rascal! Don't try to take advantage of your old lady!"

"It's true, Mom, I've always thought you were very beautiful."

"Sigh, Mom's getting old." Saying this, Mom touched her face and sighed softly.

"Tch, who said you're old? Remember when we went shopping for clothes? The saleswoman thought we were a couple. If we weren't mother and son, I really would—" I stopped abruptly.

"Really what?" Mom looked at me, her eyes conveying a message—encouragement? Temptation?

"I really want to pursue you as my girlfriend," I blurted out.

A light flashed in Mom's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "Don't talk nonsense, come and eat."

After dinner, Mom went to tidy up. I went upstairs, and soon I heard Mom go into her room, and I heard the sound of rummaging through the closet. It seemed Mom was going to change clothes and take a shower. At that moment, Mom's beautiful body appeared in my mind again.

"Never mind, let's see." I quietly opened the door and went to my mother's room.

The door was ajar, not closed. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me gave me another surge of excitement. My mother was facing away from the door, changing clothes in front of the full-length mirror. I saw her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw her smooth, bare back, with a black bra on top, matching the panties I had seen in the kitchen earlier.

At that moment, I realized that from my mother's angle, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. My mother seemed to be deliberately undressing for me to see; this provocation had already made my little brother stand erect. I was so pent up.

The black thong was finally back in front of me, so narrow and small. Wearing it on my mother now felt completely different from when I saw it in the laundry basket.

Slowly, my mother unhooked her bra, and I could still see her breasts popping out from behind, so firm. Then, my mother gently and gracefully pulled down the thong. I saw my mother's completely naked body. So beautiful, so beautiful, I almost couldn't resist rushing over and hugging her. But I held back. Mom bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom bent down, I saw it. In the reflection of the mirror, I could clearly see Mom's vulva, her cunt, down her buttocks, a thin slit with many fine pubic hairs.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed open the door and looked at Mom. It seemed like only then that Mom noticed me: "Son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I—I haven't been able to forget you since I saw your body last time. I miss you—I want you to be my girlfriend." For some reason, I said these words.

Strangely, my mother wasn't angry. She just looked at me for a while after listening and said, "Son, you're still young. It's okay to say that now, but when you grow up and meet a girl you love, you won't think like this anymore."

"No, Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family all by yourself. I know how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you." I was moved, gazing deeply at my mother. She was also touched, tears welling in her eyes, seemingly touched by my words.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything I've done is for you. As long as you're happy, I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I am your mother." My mother still stubbornly insisted.

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you are my mother, but also because you are the most beautiful woman in my heart." I was determined. My mother's body stiffened, and she stared at me with wide eyes. "What are you saying?"

I went over and hugged her. "Look into my eyes, Mom! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me. You're so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We shouldn't just be mother and son." I paused, then whispered in her ear, "We should also be lovers."

"But—" My mother couldn't finish her sentence; I silenced her with a kiss. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her lips, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, my arms wrapped tightly around her. Slowly, Mom's body warmed up, becoming soft in my arms, her breathing growing more rapid. Finally, Mom opened her mouth, allowing me to kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still; this long kiss melted away our embrace. After a

long while, our lips finally parted, both of us panting, Mom's face flushed like a young girl's first kiss.

We gazed at each other for a long time. Then, Mom murmured, "You look just like your father." I couldn't help but kiss her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear like a breath, "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so tightly. Do you think I'd run away?" This gentle reproach struck me like thunder, because I knew that from this moment on, Mom was mine!

I went over, took Mom's hand, and said tenderly, "Mom, I love you, I..." Suddenly, I couldn't finish my sentence. Mom kissed me on the lips. "Son, don't say anything more. For 20 years, I've been thinking about your father, but now I don't have to anymore, because of you. I didn't know until you said those words just now that I know how much I love you. I want to be your woman. Everything I have is yours. Can you accept me?" After saying this, my mother's face turned as red as an apple. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in the back of my neck.

Hearing such a declaration of love, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my mother's trembling lips and kissed her deeply. As our tongues intertwined, my hands began to roam over my mother's body. My left hand gently caressed my mother's back, tracing the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly moving down to her hips. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when I felt a bulge, gently circling the edge of her breasts.

My mother finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body closer to me, her arms around my neck. She gently bit my ear and said, "You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn that? Confess now."

My heart was pounding, and I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I used to miss you so much, but I didn't dare say it, so when I needed to, I had to go find other women—" Before I could finish, my mouth was sealed by my mother's lips. Then I felt a sharp pain; my mother had lightly bitten my tongue.

"From now on, you're not allowed to see anyone else. I can satisfy all your needs, I just ask that you love me. Okay?" My mother looked up at me bravely. "I'm your son, who else would I be? You have to have faith in me, okay, Mom?"

I promised again. "Mmm," my mother lowered her head and nodded slightly.

I buried my face between her breasts, breathing in her mature womanly scent, my hands kneading her bare waist. I clumsily tried to unhook her bra, but couldn't get the hang of it. My mother didn't help me; instead, she giggled like a little girl.

I felt embarrassed and decided to teach my mother a lesson. I pinned my mother against the wall, yanked hard with my hands, snapping the not-so-thick strap of her bra, then bit down on it with my teeth and tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were right in front of me. The breasts of a woman nearing forty, full and round, unlike the thinness of a young girl's. And unlike other women her age, my mother's breasts weren't sagging; they were my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward.

I grasped one nipple in each hand, gently kneading them, and looked up at my mother with a provocative gaze. My mother's eyes were hazy, as if veiled by a mist, and she let out low, trembling moans, her hands gently stroking my hair.

Then I took one of my breasts into my mouth and suckled, gently biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar feeling from my childhood made me feel intoxicated.

I kissed my mother's breasts, then down, kissing her lovely navel, and then down again, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life.

My hands began to caress my mother's panties, my face pressed against my mother's smooth thighs, her skin glistening, her muscles elastic. I couldn't help but kiss and lick them, while my hands caressed her rounded calves. My mother crossed her arms and placed them on her chest, feeling my caresses. My hands kneaded her full buttocks from behind, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs. My mother began to tremble. She grabbed my hand, seemingly trying to stop me, then released it, as if shyly covering her face.

I picked her up, carried her to the bed, and placed her on it, standing between her legs. I pulled down my pants, finally releasing my long-suppressed penis. Slowly, I pulled down her panties, revealing her dark pubic hair and her pink, trembling vulva, already glistening with fluid. My mother's eyes were tightly

closed, her hair disheveled, and she bit her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a thrust of my penis, I plunged it into her vulva. My mother seemed to feel a little pain, embracing me and letting out a soft moan. At that moment, I felt like I was in heaven. My mother had probablyn't done it in a long time; her vagina was very tight, the walls completely enveloping my penis. That warm, fulfilling feeling was incomparable to masturbation. I didn't care about gentleness; I started thrusting rapidly, making my mother moan uncontrollably. When my mouth was on my mother's full breasts, when my hands squeezed her plump buttocks, when I heard my usually dignified mother moaning beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My frequency increased, and my mother's breasts trembled with each thrust. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but still moaned. I hugged my mother tightly, a surge of heat shooting deep into her honeyed depths, the place where I was conceived.

I suddenly wondered, could this time bring forth another new life? I lay on top of her, my head resting on her breasts, panting, my penis slowly softening inside her. "Mom, are you alright?" My mother opened her eyes, looking at me with a resolute gaze, as if she had regained her usual composure.

"Son, now that we've made love, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman, and you will be Mom's only man.

" "Mom," I couldn't help but embrace her again, giving her a sweet kiss.

I wrapped one arm around my mother, and gently stroked her flat stomach with the other. She leaned against my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck.

"Mom, why were you so fierce when I saw you in my room last time?"

"I was scared by you then, and I wasn't prepared." My mother's hand circled my chest, making me ticklish. "Then why today?"

"It's all your fault!!" she said, giving me a hard slap.

"Me?"

"Yes, ever since I saw the DVDs in your room last time, I've felt empty inside, like something's missing. I realized I've been missing a man all these years, and that's when I thought of you. I originally wanted to test your feelings, but I didn't dare to tell you. But today I found so many DVDs in your drawer, and I couldn't resist taking two to watch. And then—and then..." Mom couldn't continue.

"Haha, and then you got all worked up, and I got lucky. But how did you know there was a pornographic film in my drawer?"

"Your diary! Your diary wasn't properly stored, and I just flipped through it. Who knew what was written there would completely move me, so today…"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"It's really kind of you to go through all this trouble. I didn't know sooner. And I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate of you, I know you weren't satisfied. But…"

"But what?"

I rolled over, answering my mother with my newly erect penis. This time I slowed down, thrusting in and out while caressing my mother's entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer. I kept changing the frequency, making my mother's moans grow louder and louder. She held me tightly, murmuring my name in my ear. In the final moments, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper, until my mother's fingers dug hard into my back, until her tender vagina contracted in waves, until my mother leaned weakly into my arms. My mother's eyes were already blurred, still immersed in immense pleasure. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her hair disheveled, her dignified expression replaced by joy. This was my mother, now obediently in my arms, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every private part. I must be in heaven right now!

From then on, Mom would always change into all sorts of alluring panties when she was home, waiting for my caresses. Perhaps it was the result of the liberation of our mother-son relationship, but our relationship became even closer than that of ordinary couples.

We showered together every day and made love in the bathroom. When Mom was cooking, I would occasionally lift her skirt from behind, pull down her panties, and penetrate her from behind. We could fully enjoy that kind of unrestrained sex after abandoning moral and ethical considerations.

I especially loved Mom's innocent and mischievousness, like a young girl experiencing her first puberty, and I loved her bold and unrestrained moans and groans. I was so happy, so blissful. My mother and I were truly immersed in the pleasures of sex every day. I was also surprised that we were the same; it seemed that as soon as we met, our bodies would naturally ignite a burning desire. A single glance was enough for us to understand each other's feelings. People say that greed is never satisfied, and I still had a wish that hadn't been fulfilled, but I had no chance to say it. So I could only keep it to myself and enjoy the sexual pleasure with my mother first.

After living like this with my mother for several months, one day... As I returned from school, before I even entered the door, a fragrant breeze wafted over, followed by a warm embrace. It was my mother hugging me. After a tender moment of kissing, I led her inside. I noticed she had dressed up carefully; her hair was straightened, and she was wearing a brand-new low-cut evening gown. The confidence and happiness radiating from her eyes made her appear even younger and more endearing, a testament to the love she had been nurtured by these past few months.

I rubbed my nose against my mother's cheek and neck, saying, "My sweet Mom, you smell so good! You look so beautiful. Why are you dressed up so nicely today?"

She said softly, "Honey, it's your birthday today! I've prepared a whole table of dishes for you! After you finish eating, I have a gift for you."

Ah, I had forgotten that Mom hadn't mentioned it. These past few months have been so wonderful, I've lost track of time.

"Hmm, my dear Mom is so thoughtful. I completely forgot. Let me see what delicious food is available."

Reaching the table, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, Mom nestled against me, gazing at me with her mesmerizing eyes: "How is it, son? Are you satisfied?"

"So many dishes, it's so plentiful, it must be delicious. But—" I deliberately paused.

Mom grew impatient, pulling away from my embrace and staring at me, saying, "Is something missing? Tell me quickly, I'll get it ready right away!"

"Hahaha," I laughed happily, "But if you were willing to feed me, it would taste even better."

"You're so mean! You're so bad!!" Mom playfully punched my chest with her small fist.

"What? You don't want to? Today is my birthday," I teased.

My mother glared at me and said, "Aren't you ashamed? You're so old and still need to be fed! When did you become so clingy?" She obediently went to get the bowls and ladles. As

I sat in my chair waiting for her to approach, I suddenly grabbed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto my lap, almost dropping the bowls and ladles. When she came to her senses, she found herself not only firmly held in my arms, but also her private parts pressed tightly against my crotch.

I covered her breast with one hand, and with the other, I reached down to her crotch, feeling something incredibly smooth. It turned out my mother wasn't wearing underwear today. Overjoyed, I began to move my middle finger in and out of my mother's tender vagina. Suddenly, I noticed a liquid much thicker than vaginal fluid flowing out. After a while, I realized that this viscous fluid overflowing from my mother's vagina was not vaginal fluid, but the semen I had left inside her that morning.

So I leaned close to my mother's ear and said, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear today? And what is all this?"

My mother, who was enjoying the pleasure my finger was giving her with her eyes closed, opened her beautiful eyes and glared at me after hearing my question: "How annoying!" Do you think I like this sticky mess? Isn't this all your doing? Remember how you ejaculated inside me before I got out of bed? My vagina couldn't hold any more, but you kept thrusting in, finally forcing my vaginal opening open and pouring your semen into my uterus. Maybe you ejaculated too deep, because when my vaginal opening closed, your semen stayed inside my uterus. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't come out. I had to be careful when I went out to buy groceries or do my hair, afraid it would leak out and wet my pants, making me a laughingstock. I was just about to wash up when I got back, and then you came back. I didn't even have time to put my underwear back on before I went to pick you up, and you're laughing at me!"

Hearing my mother's slightly reproachful words, my heart skipped a beat: "Mom, I love you so much! Now your husband is hungry, okay? Can I finish eating first and then apologize?"

My mother chuckled and poked my forehead with her finger. "Hmph, let's see what you'll use to apologize later!" Before long, a sumptuous dinner ended amidst laughter.

"Alright, now it's your turn to apologize. What will you use to apologize?" After clearing away the dishes, my mother gracefully walked to my side and said.

"Go to the bathroom and wash it up."

"It's okay! I just want to use my penis to clean you up down there."

With that, I picked up my light and agile mother and carried her to the room. Unable to resist my persistent nagging, my mother had no choice but to give in. I carried her to my room in a few quick steps, placed her on the TV stand against the wall, and made her sit with her back to the wall. Our eyes met, and we kissed passionately. I impatiently pulled off my mother's evening gown. To enhance my visual experience, she spread her two long, white thighs wide open, leaving me speechless.

Unable to resist any longer, I disregarded the fact that my pants were only half-pulled down, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, and thrust my engorged penis into her tender, overflowing vagina. Like lovers deeply in love, they devoured each other without reservation, their point of contact overflowing with pleasurable fluids. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of their genitals colliding. Even the television cabinet, serving as their makeshift battlefield, seemed to be an infected bystander, creaking and groaning in unison.

Time ticked by, and just as Mom was recovering from her second orgasm, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Son, when you feel like giving in later, just hold back a little and tell me. Leave the rest to me; I guarantee you'll have a satisfying release."

Still caught up in the throes of passion, I replied, "Whatever you say."

As he spoke, his hips began to move again, galloping and chasing between his mother's thighs with abandon. Soon, he brought his exhausted mother to another climax, causing her vagina to involuntarily contract with the approach of orgasm. Unable to bear this intoxicating pleasure, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and said urgently, "I'm going to cum."

"Quickly, get Mom off!"

With a burst of speed, I forcefully pulled my penis out of my mother's body. The vigorous glans was still trembling, as if unwilling to leave its tender embrace. My mother, who had jumped down from the TV cabinet, knelt down in front of me and, without thinking, grabbed my wet and steaming penis with both hands and took it all into her mouth.

My mother's bold move startled me. When I came to my senses, I realized that she was not only sucking my penis, but also sucking it vigorously. With each suck, the already swollen glans swelled even more. Finally, under the assault of my mother's mouth, I let out a cry and ejaculated my first stream of semen. A dozen seconds later, my mother raised her head, looked at me affectionately, and opened her small mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick, milky-white liquid. "Good girl," I said, looking at my mother's beautiful face, covered with glistening beads of sweat, truly a sight to behold. "If you want to vomit, just vomit it out," my mother said, closing her cherry lips, her snow-white throat moving slightly.

From my mother's slightly furrowed brow, I could tell it was her first time trying this strange thing, and she was still feeling uncomfortable. I felt terrible for her

. "Mom! I'm sorry, I only thought about my own enjoyment, and I made you suffer." "Son, I'll do anything to make you comfortable." Stroking my mother's hair, I said gratefully, "Mom, you're so good to me."

By this time, Mom had licked my things clean. She stood up, looked at me with her moist eyes, and one hand was still holding my penis, rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally. She said with a hint of lust, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you today?"

"Yes, Mom. This gift is wonderful, I really like it," I said sincerely.

"Today is your birthday, and Mom will let you have your way and listen to everything you say. But let's rest for a bit first, okay? Then we'll save up our energy, and Mom will let you fuck Mom's cunt to your heart's content. Let's have a great time, mother and son!"

Mom said in a charming and soft voice...

I am 20 years old this year, 180 cm tall, and a college student. My father died young, leaving only my mother and me. My mother said he was killed in a plane crash in the United States. My mother was only 18 when she was pregnant with me. My father was a company owner, and after his death, my mother sold most of her shares, becoming wealthy. We never lacked food or clothing and raised me with ease.

As the saying goes, "when people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust," and because I never lacked food or drink, and my mother gave me all her money, I started watching pornography when I first entered university. I bought a lot of pornographic films to watch at home, and later I also started going out and having affairs. Because I was afraid of getting diseases, I only dated students and virgins. Later, after doing it too much, I felt it wasn't very interesting. Sometimes watching porn is actually quite exciting, so when I don't have a woman I like, I watch DVDs to satisfy my cravings.

One day, I came home and called out, "Mom, I'm home!" I opened the door, "Huh? Nobody's here?" Usually, Mom would come out to greet me when she heard me, what happened today? Thinking this, I grabbed my Coke and started drinking as I walked towards my room. When I got to my room, I heard the TV on and a woman moaning "uh" and "ah." Oh no, who's watching porn in my room? Nobody else has a key to my room except the maid who comes to clean every Sunday and my mom. Could it be...? Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat. I carefully walked to the door of the room. The door was not locked and peeked in through a crack—oh my god, it really was my mother!

She was sitting in a chair with her back to the door, watching with great interest. Looking at the big screen, the man and woman there were really going at it.

My mother seemed a little impulsive at this point. Her shoulders began to sway slightly, and her clothes started to loosen from behind. Because of the heat, she was wearing a black sheer blouse with transparent bra straps, so from my angle, she appeared to have bare shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the contrast between her black clothes, long hair, and snow-white shoulders made her skin appear even more radiant. No wonder; possessing an angelic face and beautiful curves is every girl's dream. In this respect, heaven seemed to have especially favored my mother, making her a beauty capable of driving any man wild. Bored all day, she only thinks about beauty and maintenance. She looks like a 30-year-old woman despite being 40, with a great figure; she even rivals me in high heels. A few times when we went shopping, the sales assistants thought we were a couple and kept pushing matching outfits on my mom, making her incredibly embarrassed, her face turning as red as an apple.

As the movie played, my mom's shoulders bounced even more violently. Her shoulders were glistening with sweat from exercise and the heat, and the sight made my little brother stand up, creating a tent in my shorts.

My hand reached inside, and to get a better look, my body unconsciously moved forward. Finally, as the black man on the television screen ejaculated like a fountain, Mom also reached her climax. Her shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow, trembling in waves. I was stunned. I had never seen Mom like this before. The pleasure I felt was more intense and unparalleled than any other sexual intercourse I had ever experienced.

Just then, there was a creaking sound from the door hinges. The sound wasn't loud, but to us it felt like an explosion. Mom turned around, and because she had used too much force, the swivel chair spun around, so she was facing me directly. Our eyes met, and for a moment we were both stunned. My eyes were wide open in shock. Her bra was pushed up, one hand was caressing her snow-white breasts, and the other was inside her panties, which were soaked through, dripping wet as if she had lost control of her bladder. The chair beneath her was also soaked.

Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. My already erect penis reached its climax, and a stream of semen shot out, two or three feet high.

Mom finally came to her senses and realized what had happened. My face flushed bright red instantly. I quickly pulled my clothes together and rushed out the door beside me, leaving me standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. After a long while, I finally came to my senses, went into my room, turned off the TV, and sat on the sofa, wondering how to clean up this mess. It was fine to do whatever I wanted outside as long as my mother didn't find out, but now that things had come to this, what was I going to do? As I thought about it, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the chair my mother had been sitting on. It was still wet. I went over and touched it; it was sticky and slippery. I put some in my mouth, and it tasted good. It didn't taste like the girls I'd called outside. This was my mother's taste. Involuntarily, my penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again. "Never mind, I'm going to die anyway. I'll go find Mom and see what she says." Thinking this, I walked towards my mother's room , wondering how to speak to her.

When I reached her door, it was ajar. Looking through the doorway, I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Her clothes were buttoned up. I went in and whispered, "Mom!"

My mother jumped up. Turning around, her face flushed, she still seemed stunned. "It's my son! You—" "Mom, I didn't mean to. I came back and didn't see you, so I wanted to go back to my room, and then—" She didn't know how to continue.

"Oh, it's nothing. You've seen my body before when I was little, haven't you?" Mom pretended to be relaxed, but I could hear the tension in her tone. "But you, why are there so many random DVDs in your room? You're still young; watching these isn't suitable for you at this age." Mom adopted a stern tone, her face hardening, though it was clearly forced.

"Yes, yes, I borrowed these from a friend. I was just curious and borrowed them to watch. I was going to return them tomorrow." It's safer to admit fault when Mom is scolding you.

"Let's forget about it. Don't watch these things anymore. Now go and prepare the food. I'll rest for a bit and then come down." Mom said.

"Oh, I'm going downstairs then." I closed the door, letting out a long sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped. Downstairs, I called the hotel to order takeout, all of Mom's favorite dishes (just kidding, I know nothing about cooking). A little while later, the food was ready, and I went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Mom, dinner's ready, come down and eat."

"Okay, you eat first, I'll be right down."

The next day passed peacefully, the third day, the fourth day—time flew by, and my mother and I seemed to have forgotten about it. Life seemed to return to normal, but before I went to sleep, I always thought about my mother's beautiful body. And I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'm rather oblivious, and I don't pay much attention to anything particularly unusual.

Until that day—

after school, a few buddies said they were going to pick up girls, but I thought it was pointless and went home first. When I got home, I realized I didn't have my keys. Ugh, I must have dropped them in my room when I rushed to school that morning. I had no choice but to call my mom: "Hey, Mom, are you home? I'm at the door, but I don't have my keys. Can you open the door for me?"

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be right down." My mom's voice trembled a little.

"What are you doing? This is when she should be at the beauty salon. Why are you home?" I asked, puzzled.

Just as I was thinking this, my mom opened the door a moment later, her head down, breathing a little heavily, her face flushed.

"Mom, you're home. I thought you went to the beauty salon. I should have just rung the doorbell." I said as I went into my room.

"Your key is at home. I saw it when I was tidying up for you, and I was worried you wouldn't be able to get in, so I waited for you at home," Mom said.

"Oh, thank you, Mom."

"You're my son, do you need to thank me for doing all this?" Mom rolled her eyes at me. She handed me the key. When I took the key and touched her hand, I felt her tremble slightly.

I took the key back to my room, unsure what to do. I thought I'd watch some more porn; I hadn't watched any since the incident. I opened the drawer, searching... "Wait a minute, where are my movies?" I was puzzled to find that several of my movies were missing, all classics. One was "The Love of Mount Fuji" (it really is a movie; I watched it in high school, full of beautiful women!), and the other was a classic Japanese incestuous mother-son film. Also, my diary on the table seemed to have been flipped through. "I haven't touched it in ages, who else could have?" I guessed. "My buddies haven't been here in ages. I can't get into my room without the key, let alone the key to the drawer. The key, the key!!" I jumped up.

I remembered my mother's strange behavior when I came home: staying home instead of going to the beauty salon, her voice, the flush on her face – "Could it be that Mom took it to see something???" This conclusion startled even myself. There was nothing I could do but pretend I didn't know. I couldn't very well ask her, "Mom, did you see my videos?" That would be suicidal.

After tidying up and going downstairs, I saw my mother making dinner in the kitchen, so I followed the sound to the kitchen.

"Go take a shower first, you'll be done soon," my mother said with her back to me.

Just then, Mom bent down to open the cabinet to get something. I was about to turn around when I saw this scene and stopped in my tracks. Mom was wearing a very short, tight skirt today. When she bent down, I could clearly see her thong from behind. It was just a thin line connecting her legs, and that line was embedded in her buttocks. Her snow-white, fleshy buttocks were completely exposed to the air. In the front, only a small piece of cloth covered her vulva. It was clearly a very small and sexy thong. I couldn't help but feel hot in my groin. I don't know how long it lasted, but Mom seemed unable to find what she was looking for, and I enjoyed the view even more closely.

"Ah!" Mom seemed to sense my burning gaze and turned around. I was a little flustered and hurriedly turned back to walk towards the bathroom. This scene has been stuck in my mind. While showering, I couldn't help but start stroking my already erect penis. Suddenly, I noticed a shadow at the bathroom door. After hesitating for a moment, I gently opened the door and saw my mother's back disappear into the kitchen. A sense of suspicion washed over me: "Mom—"

Ever since that incident, I've felt something was off. My mother has been behaving strangely. For example, she never used to ask me to do any housework, but lately, she's been insisting that I take the clothes I've taken off from the bathroom basket and put them in the washing machine. It's such a small thing, but my mother still insists that I do it. Every day, I would find all sorts of sexy, see-through panties belonging to my mother in the basket—sometimes one, sometimes several, some still with traces of sticky fluid. And they were always on top of a pile of clothes, as if she wanted me to see them.

Also, sometimes when my classmates called, my mother would always answer first. If it was a girl, she would give me a sideways glance, then reluctantly hand me the phone, and then stand there a little sullenly until I finished my call and asked, "Who was that? Was it your girlfriend?" Thinking back on it now, her tone is a little sour.

I also remember one morning, I had just woken up and opened my eyes to find my mother staring intently at my erection. She didn't realize I was awake. She seemed to be hesitating about something. Suddenly, she reached out and slowly approached my underwear, which was almost bursting. Just as we were about to touch, our eyes met, and she reacted strongly, immediately pulling her hand back.

"I—I—why didn't you cover yourself with the blanket?" My mother avoided my gaze and turned to leave.

And so on... things like this have been happening frequently lately, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss until just now, when I finally connected all the dots. "Could it be that Mom is intentionally tempting me?" This thought sent a surge of excitement and impulse through me. Of course, I couldn't be sure.

I quickly changed my clothes and left the bathroom. Mom was still in the kitchen. I went in and found her seemingly lost in thought, not cooking, just staring blankly at the pot on the stove. I gently walked over and tapped her. She seemed to be electrocuted, letting out a loud cry: "Ah!"

"Mom, it's me."

"Son, you scared me to death!"

"No, Mom's so beautiful, how could I possibly scare you to death? What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing—nothing, son, we can eat now."

I've always thought my mom was beautiful, and seeing her like this made me even more smitten. I reached out and took her hand. "Okay, let's eat together." Mom seemed a little flustered by my gesture, but she didn't refuse.

At the dinner table, I kept staring into Mom's eyes, and she seemed uneasy the whole time.

"Son, why are you staring at your mother like that?"

"You look especially beautiful today, so I couldn't help but glance at you."

"You little rascal! Don't try to take advantage of your old lady!"

"It's true, Mom, I've always thought you were very beautiful."

"Sigh, Mom's getting old." Saying this, Mom touched her face and sighed softly.

"Tch, who said you're old? Remember when we went shopping for clothes? The saleswoman thought we were a couple. If we weren't mother and son, I really would—" I stopped abruptly.

"Really what?" Mom looked at me, her eyes conveying a message—encouragement? Temptation?

"I really want to pursue you as my girlfriend," I blurted out.

A light flashed in Mom's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "Don't talk nonsense, come and eat."

After dinner, Mom went to tidy up. I went upstairs, and soon I heard Mom go into her room, and I heard the sound of rummaging through the closet. It seemed Mom was going to change clothes and take a shower. At that moment, Mom's beautiful body appeared in my mind again.

"Never mind, let's see what happens." I quietly opened the door and went to my mother's room.

The door was ajar, not closed. I gently pushed it open, and the scene before me sent a surge of excitement through me again. My mother was facing away from the door, changing clothes in front of the full-length mirror. I could only see her gently taking off her t-shirt. I saw her smooth, bare back, covered by a black bra—a matching set with the panties I'd seen in the kitchen earlier.

Then I realized that from my mother's angle, she could see me in the mirror, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gently unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper. It seemed like my mother was deliberately undressing for me to see; this provocation had already made my little brother stand erect. I was so incredibly aroused.

The black thong was finally in front of me again. The tight, small panties looked completely different on my mother now compared to when I saw them in the laundry basket.

Slowly, my mother unhooked her bra, and I could still see her firm breasts protruding from behind. Then, gently and gracefully, she pulled down the panties. I saw my mother's completely naked body. So beautiful, so beautiful, I almost couldn't resist rushing over to hug her. But I held back. Mom bent down, opened the closet, and took out another set of underwear. Oh my god! My blood was boiling. Just as Mom bent down, I saw it. In the reflection of the mirror, I could clearly see Mom's vulva, her cunt, down her buttocks, a thin slit with many fine pubic hairs.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed open the door and looked at Mom. It seemed like only then that Mom noticed me: "Son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I—I haven't been able to forget you since I saw your body last time. I miss you—I want you to be my girlfriend." For some reason, I said these words.

Strangely, my mother wasn't angry. She just looked at me for a while after listening and said, "Son, you're still young. It's okay to say this now, but when you grow up and meet a girl you love, you won't think like this anymore."

"No, Mom, you've worked so hard all these years, supporting this family alone. I know how much loneliness you've endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I truly love you, and I will always be with you." I was moved, gazing deeply at my mother. My mother was also touched, tears welling in her eyes; it seemed my words had touched a raw nerve.

"Mom loves you too, son. Everything Mom does is for you. As long as you're happy, I don't care how much hardship I suffer. Because I'm your mother." Mom still stubbornly insisted.

"No, Mom. I love you not only because you're my mother, but also because you're the most beautiful woman in my heart." I was going all out. Mom's body stiffened, and she stared at me with wide eyes: "What are you saying!"

I went over and hugged Mom. "Look into my eyes, Mom! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You need me, you're so beautiful, only Dad and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you, and I know you love me too. We shouldn't just be mother and son." I paused, then whispered in my mother's ear, "We should also be lovers." "

But—" My mother couldn't finish her sentence, and I silenced her with my kiss. I kissed her hard, sucking on her lips, using my tongue to pry open her clenched teeth, my arms holding her tightly. Slowly, my mother's body warmed up, becoming soft in my arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Finally, Mom opened her mouth and let me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stand still, and this long kiss melted away our embrace.

After a long while, our lips finally parted, and we breathed heavily. Mom's face was as red as a girl's first kiss.

We gazed at each other for a long time. Then, Mom murmured, "You look just like your father." I couldn't help but kiss her again. Mom chuckled and pulled away, whispering in my ear like a breath, "Silly boy, you don't need to hold me so tightly. Do you think I'd run away?" This gentle reproach struck me like thunder, because I knew that from this moment on, Mom was mine!

I went over, took Mom's hand, and said tenderly, "Mom, I love you, I..." Suddenly, I couldn't finish my sentence. Mom kissed me on the lips. "Son, don't say anything more. For 20 years, I've been thinking about your father, but now I don't have to anymore, because of you. I didn't know until you said those words just now that I know how much I love you. I want to be your woman. Everything I have is yours. Can you accept me?" After saying this, my mother's face turned as red as an apple. She hugged me tightly and buried her head in the back of my neck.

Hearing such a declaration of love, I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my mother's trembling lips and kissed her deeply. As our tongues intertwined, my hands began to roam over my mother's body. My left hand gently caressed my mother's back, tracing the curve of her spine to her waist, then slowly moving down to her hips. My right hand slid from her armpit to her chest, stopping when I felt a bulge, gently circling the edge of her breasts.

My mother finally couldn't help but laugh, pressing her body closer to me, her arms around my neck. She gently bit my ear and said, "You naughty boy, you're quite experienced! How did you learn that? Confess now."

My heart was pounding, and I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I used to miss you so much, but I didn't dare say it, so when I needed to, I had to go find other women—" Before I could finish, my mouth was sealed by my mother's lips. Then I felt a sharp pain; my mother had lightly bitten my tongue.

"From now on, you're not allowed to see anyone else. I can satisfy all your needs, I just ask that you love me. Okay?" My mother looked up at me bravely. "I'm your son, who else would I be? You have to have faith in me, okay, Mom?"

I promised again. "Mmm," my mother lowered her head and nodded slightly.

I buried my face between her breasts, breathing in her mature womanly scent, my hands kneading her bare waist. I clumsily tried to unhook her bra, but couldn't get the hang of it. My mother didn't help me; instead, she giggled like a little girl.

I felt embarrassed and decided to teach my mother a lesson. I pinned my mother against the wall, yanked hard with my hands, snapping the not-so-thick strap of her bra, then bit down on it with my teeth and tossed it aside. Now, the most alluring breasts in the world were right in front of me. The breasts of a woman nearing forty, full and round, unlike the thinness of a young girl's. And unlike other women her age, my mother's breasts weren't sagging; they were my favorite hemispherical shape, protruding forward.

I grasped one nipple in each hand, gently kneading them, and looked up at my mother with a provocative gaze. My mother's eyes were hazy, as if veiled by a mist, and she let out low, trembling moans, her hands gently stroking my hair.

Then I took one of my breasts into my mouth and suckled, gently biting the nipple with my teeth. The familiar feeling from my childhood made me feel intoxicated.

I kissed my mother's breasts, then down, kissing her lovely navel, and then down again, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life.

My hands began to caress my mother's panties, my face pressed against my mother's smooth thighs, her skin glistening, her muscles elastic. I couldn't help but kiss and lick them, while my hands caressed her rounded calves. My mother crossed her arms and placed them on her chest, feeling my caresses. My hands kneaded her full buttocks from behind, my thumbs sliding forward towards the inside of her thighs. My mother began to tremble. She grabbed my hand, seemingly trying to stop me, then released it, as if shyly covering her face.

I picked her up, carried her to the bed, and placed her on it, standing between her legs. I took off my pants, finally releasing my long-suppressed penis. Slowly, I pulled down her panties, revealing her dark pubic hair and her pink, trembling vulva, already glistening with fluid.

My mother's eyes were tightly closed, her hair disheveled, and she was biting her lip, panting. I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my penis and thrust it into my mother's wet vagina. My mother seemed to be in a little pain, and she hugged me tightly, letting out a soft moan. At that moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Perhaps my mother hadn't done it in a long time; her vagina was very tight, the walls of her vagina completely enveloping my penis. That warm, fulfilling feeling was incomparable to masturbation. I didn't care about being gentle and started thrusting quickly, making my mother moan uncontrollably beneath me. As my mouth enveloped my mother's full breasts, as my hands squeezed her plump buttocks, as I heard my usually dignified mother moan beneath me, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My pace quickened, and my mother's breasts trembled with each thrust. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but moans still escaped her lips. I hugged my mother tightly, a surge of heat shooting deep into her honeyed depths, the place where I was conceived.

I suddenly wondered, would there be another new life this time? I lay on top of my mother, my head resting on her breasts, panting, my penis slowly softening inside her wetness. "Mom, are you alright?" Mom opened her eyes, looking at me with a determined gaze, as if she had regained her usual composure.

"Son, now that we've been intimate, Mom loves you. From now on, Mom is your woman, and you will be Mom's only man."

"Mom," I couldn't help but hug Mom again, giving her a sweet kiss.

I held Mom with one arm, while the other lovingly caressed her flat stomach. Mom leaned obediently on my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck.

"Mom, why were you so fierce when I saw you in my room last time?"

"I was scared by you then, and I wasn't ready." Mom's hand circled my chest, making me feel ticklish. "Then why today?"

"Isn't it all your fault?!" She said, giving me a hard slap.

"Me?"

"Yes, ever since I saw those DVDs in your room last time, I've felt empty inside, like something's missing. I realized I've been missing a man all these years, and I thought of you. I originally wanted to test your feelings, but I didn't dare to tell you. Then today I found so many DVDs in your drawer, and I couldn't resist taking two to watch, and then—and then..." Mom couldn't continue.

"Haha, and then you got all worked up, and I got lucky. But how did you know there was a pornographic film in my drawer?"

"Your diary! Your diary wasn't properly stored, and I just flipped through it. Who knew what was written there would completely move me, so today…"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"It's really kind of you to go through all this trouble. I didn't know sooner. And I was too impulsive just now, I wasn't considerate of you, I know you weren't satisfied. But…"

"But what?"

I rolled over, answering my mother with my newly erect penis. This time I slowed down, thrusting in and out while caressing my mother's entire body. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, this time it lasted longer. I kept changing the frequency, making my mother's moans grow louder and louder. She held me tightly, murmuring my name in my ear. In the final moments, I resolutely thrust deeper and deeper, until my mother's fingers dug hard into my back, until her tender vagina contracted in waves, until my mother leaned weakly into my arms. My mother's eyes were already blurred, still immersed in immense pleasure. I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her hair disheveled, her dignified expression replaced by joy. This was my mother, now obediently in my arms, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every private part. I must be in heaven right now!

From then on, Mom would always change into all sorts of alluring panties when she was home, waiting for my caresses. Perhaps it was the result of the liberation of our mother-son relationship, but our relationship became even closer than that of ordinary couples.

We showered together every day and made love in the bathroom. When Mom was cooking, I would occasionally lift her skirt from behind, pull down her panties, and penetrate her from behind. We could fully enjoy that kind of unrestrained sex after abandoning moral and ethical considerations.

I especially loved Mom's innocent and mischievousness, like a young girl experiencing her first puberty, and I loved her bold and unrestrained moans and groans. I was so happy, so blissful. My mother and I were truly immersed in the pleasures of sex every day. I was also surprised that we were the same; it seemed that as soon as we met, our bodies would naturally ignite a burning desire. A single glance was enough for us to understand each other's feelings. People say that greed is never satisfied, and I still had a wish that hadn't been fulfilled, but I had no chance to say it. So I could only keep it to myself and enjoy the sexual pleasure with my mother first.

After living like this with my mother for several months, one day... As I returned from school, before I even entered the door, a fragrant breeze wafted over, followed by a warm embrace. It was my mother hugging me. After a tender moment of kissing, I led her inside. I noticed she had dressed up carefully; her hair was straightened, and she was wearing a brand-new low-cut evening gown. The confidence and happiness radiating from her eyes made her appear even younger and more endearing, a testament to the love she had been nurtured by these past few months.

I rubbed my nose against my mother's cheek and neck, saying, "My sweet Mom, you smell so good! You look so beautiful. Why are you dressed up so nicely today?"

She said softly, "Honey, it's your birthday today! I've prepared a whole table of dishes for you! After you finish eating, I have a gift for you."

Ah, I had forgotten that Mom hadn't mentioned it. These past few months have been so wonderful, I've lost track of time.

"Hmm, my dear Mom is so thoughtful. I completely forgot. Let me see what delicious food is available."

Reaching the table, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, Mom nestled against me, gazing at me with her mesmerizing eyes: "How is it, son? Are you satisfied?"

"So many dishes, it's so plentiful, it must be delicious. But—" I deliberately paused.

Mom grew impatient, pulling away from my embrace and staring at me, saying, "Is something missing? Tell me quickly, I'll get it ready right away!"

"Hahaha," I laughed happily, "But if you were willing to feed me, it would taste even better."

"You're so mean! You're so bad!!" Mom playfully punched my chest with her small fist.

"What? You don't want to? Today is my birthday," I teased.

My mother glared at me and said, "Aren't you ashamed? You're so old and still need to be fed! When did you become so clingy?" She obediently went to get the bowls and ladles. As

I sat in my chair waiting for her to approach, I suddenly grabbed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily onto my lap, almost dropping the bowls and ladles. When she came to her senses, she found herself not only firmly held in my arms, but also her private parts pressed tightly against my crotch.

I covered her breast with one hand, and with the other, I reached down to her crotch, feeling something incredibly smooth. It turned out my mother wasn't wearing underwear today. Overjoyed, I began to move my middle finger in and out of my mother's tender vagina. Suddenly, I noticed a liquid much thicker than vaginal fluid flowing out. After a while, I realized that this viscous fluid overflowing from my mother's vagina was not vaginal fluid, but rather the semen I had left inside her that morning.

So I leaned close to my mother's ear and said, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear today? And what is all this?"

My mother was enjoying the pleasure my fingers were giving her with her eyes closed when I asked her that. She opened her beautiful eyes and glared at me, saying, "How annoying!" Do you think I like this sticky mess? Isn't this all your doing? Remember how you ejaculated inside me before I got out of bed? My vagina couldn't hold any more, but you kept thrusting in, finally forcing my vaginal opening open and pouring your semen into my uterus. Maybe you ejaculated too deep, because when my vaginal opening closed, your semen stayed inside my uterus. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't come out. I had to be careful when I went out to buy groceries or do my hair, afraid it would leak out and wet my pants, making me a laughingstock. I was just about to wash up when I got back, and then you came back. I didn't even have time to put my underwear back on before I went to pick you up, and you're laughing at me!"

Hearing my mother's slightly reproachful words, my heart skipped a beat: "Mom, I love you so much! Now your husband is hungry, okay? Can I finish eating first and then apologize?"

My mother chuckled and poked my forehead with her finger. "Hmph, let's see what you'll use to apologize later!" Before long, a sumptuous dinner ended amidst laughter.

"Alright, now it's your turn to apologize. What will you use to apologize?" After clearing away the dishes, my mother gracefully walked to my side and said.

"Go to the bathroom and wash it up."

"It's okay! I just want to use my penis to clean you up down there."

With that, I picked up my light and agile mother and carried her to the room. Unable to resist my persistent nagging, my mother had no choice but to give in. I carried her to my room in a few quick steps, placed her on the TV stand against the wall, and made her sit with her back to the wall. Our eyes met, and we kissed passionately. I impatiently pulled off my mother's evening gown. To enhance my visual experience, she spread her two long, white thighs wide open, leaving me speechless.

Unable to resist any longer, I disregarded the fact that my pants were only half-pulled down, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, and thrust my engorged penis into her tender, overflowing vagina. Like lovers deeply in love, they devoured each other without reservation, their point of contact overflowing with pleasurable fluids. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of their genitals colliding. Even the television cabinet, serving as their makeshift battlefield, seemed to be an infected bystander, creaking and groaning in unison.

Time ticked by, and just as Mom was recovering from her second orgasm, she suddenly whispered in my ear, "Son, when you feel like giving in later, just hold back a little and tell me. Leave the rest to me; I guarantee you'll have a satisfying release."

Still caught up in the throes of passion, I replied, "Whatever you say."

As he spoke, his hips began to move again, galloping and chasing between his mother's thighs with abandon. Soon, he brought his exhausted mother to another climax, causing her vagina to involuntarily contract with the approach of orgasm. Unable to bear this intoxicating pleasure, I suppressed the urge to ejaculate and said urgently, "I'm going to cum."

"Quickly, get Mom off!"

With a burst of speed, I forcefully pulled my penis out of my mother's body. The vigorous glans was still trembling, as if unwilling to leave its tender embrace. My mother, who had jumped down from the TV cabinet, knelt down in front of me and, without thinking, grabbed my wet and steaming penis with both hands and took it all into her mouth.

My mother's bold move startled me. When I came to my senses, I realized that she was not only sucking my penis, but also sucking it vigorously. With each suck, the already swollen glans swelled even more. Finally, under the assault of my mother's mouth, I let out a cry and ejaculated my first stream of semen. A dozen seconds later, my mother raised her head, looked at me affectionately, and opened her small mouth, revealing a mouthful of thick, milky-white liquid. "Good girl," I said, looking at my mother's beautiful face, covered with glistening beads of sweat, truly a sight to behold. "If you want to vomit, just vomit it out," my mother said, closing her cherry lips, her snow-white throat moving slightly.

From my mother's slightly furrowed brow, I could tell it was her first time trying this strange thing, and she was still feeling uncomfortable. I felt terrible for her

. "Mom! I'm sorry, I only thought about my own enjoyment, and I made you suffer." "Son, I'll do anything to make you comfortable." Stroking my mother's hair, I said gratefully, "Mom, you're so good to me."

By this time, Mom had licked my things clean. She stood up, looked at me with her moist eyes, and one hand was still holding my penis, rubbing it intentionally or unintentionally. She said with a seductive smile, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you today?"

"Yes, Mom. This gift is wonderful, I really like it," I said sincerely.

"Today is your birthday, and Mom will let you do whatever you want, but let's rest for a bit first, okay? Then we'll conserve our energy so you can fuck Mom's cunt to your heart's content, let's have a good time!"

Mom said in a soft, seductive voice…

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