Mom is my woman

My mother is my woman.
The first time I saw my mother making love was during my senior year of high school.

I remember that afternoon we had political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was thinking about finishing the game I'd played the night before, so after lunch I sneaked home and hid in my room for some fun.

After playing for a while, I suddenly heard the door open. I was startled, quickly shut down the computer, lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, making up excuses like "I have a headache, I need to come home and rest."

Then I heard a man and a woman talking outside. The woman was clearly my mother, but the man's voice wasn't my father's. Curious, I quietly walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and peeked into the living room. The man was Liu Bo, the son of my dad's old neighbor. He's probably in his thirties now. My dad said we lost contact a long time ago. A few years ago, after my family moved to this neighborhood, we unexpectedly discovered that Liu Bo's dad also lived in the same area. Naturally, the two families started interacting more often, and Liu Bo frequently visited our house. He got along quite well with my parents, calling them "Brother Wang" and "Sister Xu" very affectionately. But I didn't really like him. I thought he was slick and greasy, like a gigolo.

Liu Bo sat down on the sofa, and my mom poured him some tea. Liu Bo took the tea, placed it on the coffee table, and reached out to hug my mom. My mom pushed him away and called out to my room a few times:

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..."

I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?"

Mom smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. The two hugged for a while, and I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand reach between Mom's legs, groping around. Mom's breathing became rapid, and she said,

"Let's go inside!" The two hugged and went into Mom and Dad's bedroom.

I never dreamed I would see this scene, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, but I saw that Mom's bedroom door wasn't closed properly, leaving a large gap. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be noticed, but could still see what was happening inside.

My mother had already taken off her shoes and was lying diagonally on the bed, her top also removed. Liu Bo was reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Soon, the bra was off, revealing a pair of beautiful, snow-white, full, and translucent breasts that almost bounced out. I swear, these were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, more beautiful than those in nude photos on computers. The cherry-sized nipples weren't black as I had imagined; instead, they were an alluring pale pink. My penis instantly became hard!

Liu Bo's hand pressed against my mother's breast. My mother looked at him with watery eyes. Liu Bo's lips moved closer, his tongue entering her mouth, and the two kissed.

After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her around a bit, so I could see her naked body in its entirety. I really hadn't expected my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained. Her skin was as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, and her figure was in no way inferior to those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer. Her waist was slender, and her two snow-white legs were long and shapely. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm.

Liu Bo had already stripped naked, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at his mother, then he lay down on top of her, shifting his hips from side to side, before thrusting forward violently! His mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew Liu Bo's penis was inside her.

Liu Bo continued to fuck his mother, holding her tightly. My legs went weak, and I knelt down against the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited; my glans was so swollen it almost burst through my underwear.

After Liu Bo had been fucking my mother like this for over ten minutes, he changed positions again. He knelt straight in front of her with his legs spread, hoisting her two snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders. He bent down and inserted his penis into her vagina, thrusting hard again and again. It's said that this position makes a woman feel fucked more thoroughly, and sure enough, my mother's moans were much louder than before.

From my angle, I could clearly see my mother's snow-white, alluring buttocks pressed into an extremely beautiful and lewd shape. Liu Bo's thick, hard penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's tender pink labia, moving in and out of her vagina repeatedly, making a rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh. My mother's white legs, draped high over his shoulders, swayed with Liu Bo's thrusts, her two delicate, snow-white feet trembling involuntarily, incredibly alluring.

I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumbled mess. One hand involuntarily slipped into my underwear, and after a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move. Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by this bastard, her breasts and buttocks heaving, listening to her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating once more.

I don't know how much time passed, but Liu Bo let out a muffled groan, his penis deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, motionless, clearly having ejaculated inside her. At the same time, I also ejaculated a second time. I checked the clock and calculated the time; Liu Bo had been having sex with my mother for over forty minutes.

After finishing, Liu Bo lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely, one arm still around my mother's fair and tender body, his expression one of satisfaction and pride. My mother buried her face in his chest. The two spoke softly, occasionally laughing out loud.

They lingered like this for another ten minutes or so before Liu Bo started to get dressed. I quickly and quietly returned to my room, peeking out through the curtains.

A moment later, Liu Bo, dressed, came out of the room, and my mother, wearing only her underwear, saw him off. Just before the door, Liu Bo turned back, hugged my mother, and chuckled as he suddenly pulled her underwear down halfway, lightly slapping her soft, white buttocks twice. My mother glared at him, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly as well.

After Liu Bo left, my mother tidied her hair, went into the bedroom, then came out with the bedsheets and went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip out. My crotch felt uncomfortablely damp. I went into the public restroom to wipe myself and found that the front of my underwear was soaked.

I sat on a stone bench in the community garden to rest, my mind still a mess, with lingering excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

My parents worked at the same factory. My mother was a doctor in the factory clinic, and my father had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago. My mother was eight years younger than my father, and they married young, before she was twenty. I was born the following year, and she's not even forty yet.

I've heard them mention that my maternal grandparents were from out of town and didn't have many relatives or friends locally, only a distant connection with my father's family. My maternal grandfather died early, leaving my maternal grandmother and mother to rely on each other, and life was quite difficult. My grandfather felt that his family was their only relative and that he had a responsibility to take care of them, so he treated them very well. My parents helped my mother with her schooling and factory work.

My father even helped them with manual labor like a son. My maternal grandmother regarded my father as her son-in-law from a young age. Later, my maternal grandmother became seriously ill and was worried about my mother being alone, so my mother graduated from nursing school and married my father shortly after starting work. They even changed my mother's age to be a year older for the wedding. My maternal grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me.

My father is truly good to my mother. He often takes on the housework himself, not wanting her to be tired. A few years ago, the factory wasn't doing well, and wanting to ease the family's financial burden, he contracted out an engineering department to run it himself. Over the years, he's earned some money, and the family's finances have improved significantly. However, because of the hard work, my father has aged considerably.

My mother, while not a stunning beauty, is definitely a pretty woman. The key is that she doesn't look her age at all. As far as I can remember, from when I was in elementary school until now, she hasn't looked much different, except for a few barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes.

Of course, this is largely due to Mom's love of skincare, and Dad is also particularly generous in buying her skincare and beauty products, especially as the family's finances have improved in recent years. However, this has also made the age gap between Dad and Mom appear even wider. Sometimes when our family goes out, acquaintances will joke about it:

"Old Wang, out shopping with your daughter and son?"

Dad wasn't angry; instead, he'd laugh heartily, proudly putting his arm around Mom and saying,

"Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, and how handsome my son is!"

Mom would give Dad a playful glare, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at acquaintances.

I don't know how Mom truly felt about Dad, but as far back as I can remember, Mom and Dad were always very loving. Mom was gentle with Dad and very kind to me. She was also very good at interpersonal relationships, always presenting a dignified and elegant image; she was the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So, if I hadn't seen what happened today, I would never have believed it, not even if you begged me.

I wandered around outside until school was over before going home, and Mom seemed to be cooking as usual. My father didn't return home until dark, looking exhausted. His contract period was almost over, and the factory had made it clear they would take back all the contracted departments and wouldn't renew them. So, my father wanted to make the most of his remaining time and worked even harder, often leaving early and returning late.

The family ate together, my father and mother were loving and kind, and my mother showed no signs of distress. I wondered if what I had witnessed that day was a dream. I sighed inwardly, thinking how naturally gifted women are at acting.

A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very congenially with my father. My mother watched them chatting and laughing. I felt sorry for my father.

Until I graduated from high school, I witnessed my mother and Liu Bo together five more times using the same method. Except for one time when they locked the door completely, I witnessed the whole thing the other times. I don't know how many times my mother and he cheated on each other, but it was definitely more than I caught them doing it.

Several nights I eavesdropped on my parents making love outside the door. From the moment they started making noise until they stopped, it only lasted about ten minutes. And most of the time they just talked, and then I could hear my father snoring. I understand a little why my mother cheated on me.

I hate Liu Bo, but deep down I also hope to see him having sex with my mother again. From the time I started thinking about women, I often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother like me has had similar experiences), but I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn't dare to let myself continue thinking about her. In my wet dreams, I would dream of a mature and beautiful woman, but her face was blurry. Ever since I witnessed my mother's affair with Liu Bo, the woman in my wet dreams has been clearly my mother, completely naked, her snow-white and alluring body being violated by Liu Bo one moment, and then by me the next.

I started masturbating frequently, and each time I masturbated, my mind was filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being raped by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the sight of my mother's trembling, fair feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulder lingers in my memory.

My grades were only average to begin with, and with all this daydreaming, they plummeted. Luckily, I did well on the college entrance exam, barely making the cut. Whether I'd even get into university was uncertain, but thankfully, the factory had ten spots each year for a sponsored program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, after which graduates were directly assigned to work at the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children, who were even worse off than me, I easily secured one of those spots.

My father had hoped I would get into a good university and make him proud, so this result disappointed him for several days. My mother advised him that many university graduates can't find jobs these days, and that a training program might be more stable. She pointed out that some other families' children wanted such a program but didn't even meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well these past few years, so getting a job there was good enough.

Five years ago, the factory appointed a new manager—a very domineering, autocratic, and rude man. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky. Shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of our factory area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became much easier, and since he was quite capable, the factory turned a profit the following year, and things got better and better in the years to come. This was also why the factory wanted to take back the departments that had been contracted out. My father had mixed feelings about the new factory manager.

Soon I went to university, and we, the sponsored students, were all assigned to attend classes at a branch campus of the Civil Engineering College, not far from my home. I had no great ambitions and felt that this result was already incredibly good. Anyway, I already had a job, so I didn't care much about studying. I was having a blast. After I went to university, my parents felt that I was already half an adult, so they didn't pay much attention to me. The family hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance had increased several times over. I even went into stock trading with some classmates, and with good luck, I made quite a bit of money.

After starting university, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful glint in my mother's eyes. My father, however, remained completely unaware.

Perhaps I was born a bad boy. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first time, I went to a woman in her thirties who was fairly attractive. But once we started, I realized that while her face was alright, her clothes were a disaster. Her figure was deformed and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I lost my virginity to such a low-class woman. After that, I started choosing younger, prettier prostitutes. After a few tries, I discovered I had a strong sex drive. Combining this with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at playing with women. Almost every woman I slept with was dripping wet and had multiple orgasms. Several women said they wished all their clients were like me.

One day, I met a woman in her early twenties named Xiao Rong. She was quite pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes, viewed from the side, resembled my mother's. She had very fair skin and, remarkably, a pair of beautiful, delicate white feet. I was extremely satisfied at the time. I had a great time that time, and of course, she had a great time too. Later I learned that she was a saleswoman at a supermarket. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and they had a five-year-old child, so they were struggling financially. She would occasionally work part-time as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some pocket money. I thought she was clean and I felt no guilt when I was with her, so Xiao Rong became my regular sex partner. I would meet her almost every week to have sex with her.

Xiao Rong and I tried various positions for sex, and she even gave me oral sex. It felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet and casually kissed her delicate, white insteps. I hesitated a little, afraid she would think I was a pervert. Seeing that she seemed relaxed, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her tender feet. Her feet were clean and odorless. Then I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. After sucking for a while, I used her two tender feet to rub my swollen penis up and down. At this moment, Xiao Rong smiled and said to me, "Do you like foot fetishes? Lie down and I'll do it for you."

I lay there comfortably, watching Xiao Rong use her two snow-white, delicate feet to sometimes rub my penis, and sometimes rhythmically press on the swollen glans, feeling a unique and intense stimulation. After about twenty minutes of foot fetish, I ejaculated, spraying my semen all over her soft, white feet.

Afterwards, Xiaorong told me that many men have a foot fetish these days, and two or three out of ten of her clients enjoy foot fetishes with her. Some men even just play with her feet and are satisfied without having sex with her.

The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work on a project. I was in my room surfing the internet, and looking out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing white high-heeled slippers. Her feet were soft, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiaorong's. Suddenly, I remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling as they were once perched high on the shoulders of some wild man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images flashed through my mind: my mother being raped by Liu Bo, and me playing footjob with Xiao Rong. For a moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain

myself. Afterwards, I was terrified. If my father hadn't come in in time, I don't know what would have happened. I was somewhat frightened, so I reduced the number of times I went home, spending most of my time in the student dormitory. My mother asked me why I didn't come home often, and I said I wanted to study hard at school.

Near the end of my first semester of university, a terrible thing happened at home.

It was a weekend. When I got home, I saw Liu Bo sneaking out of the stairwell of my building, looking around furtively. He looked bruised and battered. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father's angry shouts and my mother's sobs coming from my parents' bedroom. In my memory, my father had never said a harsh word to my mother. Considering Liu Bo's appearance, my heart skipped a beat: Dad had found out!

I went over and looked inside. My mother was slumped on the floor, covering her face and crying, while my father was waving his fists and roaring angrily.

I called out to them. My mother looked up at me, then lowered her head and covered her face again, crying. Dad stopped yelling, came out and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, stomped his foot and went out, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my crying mother, not knowing what to say. After a while, I helped Mom sit up on the bed and went out to pour her a glass of water. Mom took a sip and then refused to drink anymore, holding my hand, head down, not saying a word. I could only sit there with her.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that the factory security personnel led two policemen to knock on our door and enter our house. The two policemen looked at each other when they saw my mother, and finally said that there had been a traffic accident three hours earlier; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died on the spot. They had preliminarily confirmed from the deceased's ID card and work ID that it was my father, and asked the family to confirm it one last time.

My mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. It was the police and security personnel who quickly roused her by pinching her philtrum.

My mother and I stumbled to the hospital morgue; the deceased was indeed my father. His chest and abdomen were mangled beyond recognition. My mother immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry.

At my father's funeral, my mother cried herself to sleep several times. I was conflicted. On one hand, I felt my father's tragic death was all my mother's fault, and I subconsciously hated her; on the other hand, seeing my mother crying so bitterly, I felt sorry for her, knowing she must be filled with extreme remorse. Remembering how good my father had always been to me, I cried incessantly.

For a whole week, Mom was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting there silently. She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some liquids like milk. Seeing Mom so upset, my heart slowly softened.

I really wanted to give Liu Bo a good beating, but I was afraid of revealing everything and making Mom and me too ashamed to face anyone, so I held back.

Mom didn't go back to work until two weeks later, but a somber atmosphere remained in the house. I racked my brains, trying to strategically comfort Mom, pretending not to know why she had argued with Dad that day, and deliberately asked her if it was because of Dad's construction project. Mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded awkwardly.

A little over a month later, my winter vacation started. I didn't go anywhere; I stayed home with my mother. One day, I saw my mother come home from work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her and said something urgently, but my mother ignored him and walked on with a cold face. Liu Bo chased after her and frantically tried to pull her away, but my mother suddenly turned around, forcefully shook off his hand, and glared at him fiercely. Liu Bo shrank back step by step, and finally walked away dejectedly. I felt a surge of satisfaction watching this. It wasn't

until more than two months after my father's death, and in a week when I was about to return from my vacation, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. Over the past two months, my mother had lost weight, but she looked even more pitiful, delicate and frail, which made me feel a pang of pity.

One evening, my mother went to take a shower, and I, having nothing to do, turned on the computer and browsed aimlessly. I accidentally opened a video file—a Japanese AV I had downloaded before, depicting incest between a mother and son. Watching the young, beautiful, fair-skinned mother being brutally violated by her own son, I suddenly realized I hadn't been with a woman for over two months. I felt incredibly pent up, and my penis involuntarily became erect.

Just then, my mother came out of the shower and came to my room, asking where I had put the remote. I looked up and saw my mother standing in the doorway of my room. Her half-dry hair was casually tied back, and she wore a low-cut pink nightgown. The skin on her breasts was as smooth as cream, and the upper edges of her snow-white breasts were faintly visible. She was still wearing her favorite white high-heeled sandals, and her bare, tender feet were as white and lovely as jade. My penis swelled even more.

I suppressed my urge and went out to get the remote control for my mother. She sat down and adjusted the TV. I sat next to her, looking at her sideways. Perhaps because she had just used night cream, her face looked exceptionally fair and tender, with a delicate chin, a long, snow-white neck, and a sexy, rosy mouth. I suddenly couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed my mother and tried to kiss her on the lips. My mother was startled, dodging my mouth and screaming,

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing!"

My mind was clouded by lust, and I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips... I want to sleep with you..." As I spoke, I continued to hug her.

Suddenly, my mother became very strong and pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!"

A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought to myself, if you had used this strength to deal with Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. I yelled at my mom,

"Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?"

My mom froze instantly, as if under a spell, staring at me intently.

"You...you know..."

"Yes, I knew a long time ago! I saw everything he did to you!"

My mom slumped softly to the ground. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on aphrodisiacs. Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put my mother on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily, and I unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high, and her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, appearing flat and sexy. I spread her two smooth, white thighs, and the tender, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of explosion!

I quickly pulled down my pants and straddled my mother's snow-white, alluring body.

My mother just stared at me blankly, as if she didn't know what I was going to do. She didn't react until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina. She tried to push me away, but it was too late; my throbbing cock had already thrust deep into her tender vagina.

My mother closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

I continued to fuck her, my whole body trembling with excitement.

I tried to kiss her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let my tongue in. I turned to kiss her cheeks and lick her fair, delicate neck.

My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely through her rape. Driven by overwhelming impulse, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was terrified; I had just raped my own mother! I nervously observed my mother.

Instead of the beating and yelling I expected, my mother stared blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring,

"Xiao Jin, I didn't, I didn't mean to kill your father..."

Looking at my mother, her face streaked with tears, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked, snow-white body and softly said,

"Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident."

"No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameless woman...she sleeps around with other men, even her own son..."

My mother seemed confused; I had just raped her, yet she was now embracing me. I felt even more sorry for her. I pressed my face against hers and said,

"Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know, it's Dad who neglected you. You have normal needs too... If nothing unexpected happens, Dad will understand and forgive you..."

My mother looked at me like a drowning person grasping at a straw, her eyes fixed on me:

"Xiao Jin, really?"

I nodded.

Suddenly, Mom cried and hugged me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined. Soon, I felt aroused again. When I penetrated her again, she no longer resisted. After a few minutes of fucking, Mom gradually became responsive, instinctively moving her body gently in response. This time, I enjoyed it immensely, and Mom began to moan, her vagina starting to flow. I fucked Mom for about forty minutes, ejaculating inside her again. I

held Mom and we slept for a while. Suddenly, she broke free from me, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from a drawer, and swallowed it. When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. Mom tried to move my hand away, but I insisted on hugging her again. This happened several times. After a while, Mom sighed and gently hugged me. We fell asleep like that.

When I woke up the next day, it was already past ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; Mom had already gone to work. Thinking about the scene of making love with Mom yesterday, I felt extremely satisfied, my whole body felt comfortable, and I felt like I had inexhaustible energy.

I knew in my heart that Mom's behavior last night was just a reaction of extreme helplessness under the sudden blow, and it did not mean that she had truly given in to me. But she did not resist in the end, which was already half the battle won. I'm her only family now, her pillar of support. If I just patiently and persistently try to win her over psychologically, and then use my strong sexual prowess to completely conquer her in bed, given enough time, Mom will naturally and willingly become my woman. Thinking this, I couldn't help but laugh smugly. For the

first time ever, I started doing housework. It was only four in the afternoon when I began preparing dinner. But by seven o'clock, after reheating the food twice, Mom still hadn't returned. I called her, only to find she'd left her phone at home. I panicked and rushed to the factory. I found Mom sitting alone in her empty office, lost in thought. When she saw me enter, she glanced at me and lowered her head without saying a word. I tried to pull her away, but she pulled away. I panicked and tried to pull her again. This time, Mom couldn't break free and had to stand up with me. On the way home, Mom didn't say a word to me.

When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom glanced at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, Mom remaining silent, and I didn't know what to say either, so I didn't speak either. After silently finishing my meal, I went behind Mom, boldly hugged her, and then boldly slipped my hand inside her clothes, grasping and kneading her large breasts. Mom lowered her head and let me play for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower."

I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. Mom went into the bathroom. I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV while waiting for Mom to come out. Half an hour later, Mom emerged from the bathroom, looking as beautiful and charming as she had after her shower yesterday. She seemed a little surprised to see the spotless table and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away and whispered, "You should go wash up too!" before going into the bedroom.

As if hearing a voice from the bottom of my throat, I rushed into the bathroom and, in no time, finished my business in ten minutes. I went into the bedroom wearing only my underwear.

My mother was lying on her side on the bed. She immediately noticed my bulging underwear, blushed slightly, and slowly sat up. She took off her pajamas, then her bra and panties, and lay there completely naked. She glanced at me, then lowered her head again.

Unlike yesterday, I didn't mount her and immediately have sex. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissing her face and lips, then gently licking her neck. Next, I kissed and licked down her soft white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised, looking up at me licking her body. After a while, she closed her eyes, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her luscious vulva, my tongue licking her tender red labia. My mother flinched, her two snow-white thighs clamping together tightly, pressing my face against hers. I licked incessantly until moisture began to flow from her tender vulva. A moan escaped her lips.

I continued licking and kissing her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss. My mother opened her eyes and struggled. I gripped her feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and sucked on each of her jade-like toes, like delicious candies. My mother's feet had an indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking on her toes, I held her entire foot and deeply shoved it into my mouth to suckle. After sucking her left foot, I switched to her right…

Mom watched me shamelessly lick her feet, her eyes misting over, her fair cheeks flushed.

Her delicate body writhed. I put down Mom's tender feet, straddled her, my thick, hard penis pressing against her vaginal opening, deliberately saying in a vulgar tone,

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!"

Mom let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing.

I thrust my hips forward, my hard penis plunging in completely!

I squeezed and played with Mom's large, white breasts while fucking her like a storm, and in less than two minutes, Mom had her first orgasm. When she climaxed, her vagina clenched tightly, and I was caught off guard, almost ejaculating. I knew I had encountered the legendary "miracle vagina," and I was incredibly excited.

As her first orgasm approached, Mom gradually relaxed, and her responses became more and more natural. When I thrust downwards, she also cooperated by lifting her buttocks upwards, and I could clearly feel the head of my penis repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under intense stimulation, Mom soon experienced a second orgasm. She screamed, clutching my neck tightly with both hands, her body trembling violently. Her vagina gripped my penis like a tiny hand. Fortunately, having learned from my first experience, I was prepared and changed from frantic thrusting to slow, deep penetration, which prevented me from ejaculating.

I deliberately held back, fucking Mom for an hour before finally ejaculating with unbridled pleasure. Mom had four orgasms in total.

After rolling off Mom's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took several satisfying puffs. Now I truly understood what "post-coital smoking is like heaven" meant. My mother, her body limp and wet from my ministrations, nestled in my arms. Looking down from her fair shoulders, I saw her plump, alluring buttocks and couldn't resist giving them a couple of light slaps. She looked up at me shyly, shifting her body slightly in my embrace.

I lightly slapped her buttocks again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty."

Obediently, she got up naked and went to get me the drink. Then, she took a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me.

Seeing my mother's actions, I was suddenly aroused and said to her,

"Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see."

My mother turned around shyly, awkwardly spreading her legs. I saw her tender, alluring little vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. I suddenly realized: twenty years ago, I emerged from this charming little opening, and twenty years later, what comes out is the semen I ejaculated inside! I became excited again.

"Mom, no need to wipe anymore, I haven't had enough of you yet!"

Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pressed her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender body...

The second penetration, using my previous semen as lubricant, felt incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more unbearable, orgasming three times in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me for mercy, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina contracted in waves during her final orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her.

My mother's body was limp, and I was exhausted too, so we hugged each other and fell asleep.

The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, my mother still seemed to have some mental block and didn't talk to me much. Whatever I said to her, she would only reply with very simple words like "um," "okay," or "no need" in a soft voice. To me, it seemed like she was shy.

I became unusually diligent, getting up early every morning to make breakfast for my mother. She ate lunch at the factory canteen, and I would prepare dinner early in the afternoon, waiting for her to return. My cooking wasn't very good, but my mother seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was actually enjoying my care and attention—the kind of care a man gives a woman.

At night, once we were in bed, my mother would lie there, letting me take advantage of her, letting me ravage her. When she was aroused, she became especially uninhibited.

Soon school ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed home to prepare dinner. Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from taking care of the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just the thought of having a fair-skinned, beautiful woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for sending me for training, incredibly grateful to the Civil Engineering College for letting us attend classes at the branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to come back every day to enjoy that fair and alluring body.

As the days went by, my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. We talked more and more, and we would chat and laugh together. But unlike before, my mother no longer demanded anything of me as a mother. Instead, she always sought my opinion, subtly treating me as the head of the household. Sometimes, she would even act like a little girl and act coquettishly towards me. My mother wouldn't let me cook anymore, insisting that she do it herself. She said cooking was the lady of the house's job, and the man just needed to wait to eat. She blushed as she said this. However, I insisted on washing the dishes after every meal. I told my mother I couldn't let the filthy dishwater ruin my beloved woman's delicate hands, which earned me a sweet kiss from her.

Every week, I bought my mother a bouquet of flowers—not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love. Each time, my mother would blush as she accepted them.

My mother and I were practically husband and wife, but whether we were together during the day or engaged in our nightly intimacy, I always called her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" is an invincible aphrodisiac for me.

Actually, my mother is the same way. When I'm having sex with her at night and she's lost in passion, if I call her "Mom," her body will tremble with excitement, and she'll reach orgasm more easily. It seems that although my mother doesn't say it, she's secretly enjoying this perverse pleasure of incest between mother and son.

Two more months passed like this. One day I came home and my mother was sitting there blankly, holding something that looked like a test strip, her face pale.

I quickly asked her what was wrong. My mother looked at me, her voice trembling with tears, and said,

"I...I'm pregnant..."

"Uh...how could that be? Don't you take birth control pills every day?"

My mother finally burst into tears, saying,

"I ran out of pills a few days ago, and I missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it just happened...and I got pregnant..."

She became increasingly angry as she spoke, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...all you ever think about is

taking advantage of me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face anyone..." Actually, I was incredibly excited. Holding my beautiful biological mother and having sex with her every day, getting her pregnant! How many people in the world have experienced such a wonderful encounter? I'd die happy! Of course, I could only think this in my mind. I hugged my mother, begging and comforting her, saying that I would go to the hospital with her in a few days to have it removed and everything would be fine. My mother was still crying, so I simply grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her and fucking her hard. Soon, my mother's crying turned into wanton moans.

For days, I was constantly excited. Just thinking about this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman beneath me, whom I was fucking so hard, was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant! My excitement seemed to surge from head to toe.

But after only a few days of enjoying it, my mother wouldn't let me fuck her too deeply, saying it was bad for the fetus. I think women can be really unreasonable sometimes. Once you've decided to get rid of it, who cares about whether it's good or bad! But Mom was adamant, and I had no choice. That shallow insertion wasn't satisfying at all, so I turned to asking her to give me oral sex, to suck it out with her mouth.

I was just asking, not really hoping, because Mom has always been resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I'd just let her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet!

To my surprise, Mom thought about it and actually agreed.

It felt amazing! I stood in front of the bed, and Mom knelt before me, her mouth filled with my large penis, giving me oral sex. At first, Mom sat on the bed to give me oral sex, but she found the height wasn't right, and bending over was too tiring. She was still kneeling in front of me, at a perfect height, just enough so she could take my penis in her mouth without having to look up or down. But the scene was incredibly stimulating:

a beautiful mother, her belly swollen from her own son's actions, kneeling before him like a sex slave, swallowing and sucking out his thick, hard penis, diligently trying to extract his semen!

Her oral skills were clumsy; I guessed she had never performed oral sex before. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, nothing like Xiao Rong and the others. But the psychological pleasure more than made up for it. Sometimes I would let my mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, and sometimes I would hold her head and thrust my penis into her mouth like I was fucking a vagina, occasionally pushing the head of my penis deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

I thought my mother would be angry, but she didn't say anything; instead, she seemed a little excited. I discovered that my mother actually had a bit of a masochistic tendency.

The first few times I ejaculated in my mother's mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time, I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into my mother's mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. My mother hesitated for a moment with the semen in her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked. She frowned and said,

"It tastes weird, really awful!"

But from then on, after giving me oral sex, she would always willingly swallow the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would even open her mouth to let me see the white semen flowing around inside, then lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy.

This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she wouldn't let me kiss her unless I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Now she was willing to unconditionally eat my semen! She wouldn't do this if she hadn't been completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards the man she loves. She often spoke to me in the same tone she would use to talk to "the father of my child."

When she was nearly three months pregnant, my mother's pregnancy was already starting to show. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothes, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, you could see that her once flat and sexy belly was now noticeably protruding. My mother was extremely nervous in public, always wearing the loosest clothes possible, afraid that people would notice. But at home, I don't know if she felt that at this point it wouldn't have much of an impact on the fetus, or if she herself was sexually aroused, but in any case, she agreed that we could have deep penetration sex.

After indulging in the beauty and fragility of the pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to rape her was greatly satisfied.

My mother and I decided to have an abortion, because further delay would have a significant impact on her health.

At the Second Municipal Hospital, the doctor examined my mother first, saying the fetus was developing well, and asked if she was sure she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. My mother touched her belly, and tears immediately streamed down her face. The doctor looked at her and said, "Let's hear the father's opinion." I went in, gently patted my mother's face, and said, "Let's have the abortion."

After returning from the hospital with the abortion, my mother lay in bed crying. I had never had any feelings for this child; I only saw him/her as an object to stimulate my lust. Seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart sank. I suddenly realized that I had gone through a similar experience to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the unborn child in her womb were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like she was personally killing her own child.

I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious meals for her during the day and patiently fed her. At night, I held her as we fell asleep without any sexual advances, just quietly embracing each other and listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure and innocent, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this experience, my relationship with my mother grew even closer.

The next night, when my mother was about to give me oral sex again, I asked her if I could use her tender feet. My mother simply said that I was being considerate and didn't want her to suffer, which touched me deeply. Actually, part of my motivation was to avoid tiring my mother, but the majority was to enjoy her alluring, tender feet. I held her two crystal-clear, delicate feet in my hands, finding them even softer than before, probably because she hadn't walked much in the past few days. As usual, I took turns sucking and licking her feet, then used them to tightly grip my penis and began to stroke it. Soon I ejaculated, the thick, white semen coating my mother's two snow-white, jade-like feet, an indescribably lewd sight. I looked at my mother's face, then at her feet covered in semen. My mother smiled and opened her rosy lips. Overjoyed, I used the small spoon I had just used to feed my mother porridge to scrape the semen off her tender feet and fed it to her. After she swallowed the semen, I asked,

"Mom, aren't you disgusted?"

My mother replied coquettishly, "You lick my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are so white and tender, how are they dirty?"

A few days later, my mother's strength had mostly recovered, but she was still unable to have real sex for fear of infection. Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she felt a little shy, a little touched, and a little proud, so she took the initiative to learn how to perform footjobs for me. Under my guidance, my mother's foot fetish skills improved more and more. Her pair of delicate, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, or scratch my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating it to keep it constantly swollen until I ejaculated, giving me an extremely unique pleasure that was no less than that of vaginal sex.

Actually, my mother cherished her feet very much from the bottom of her heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken such good care of them, making them so delicate and tender. However, influenced by traditional ideas, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So when I first licked her feet as if savoring fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, then I must love her as a person to the extreme. And so, after that one time when I carefully tasted her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me.

Generally speaking, my mother is a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets go, she'll dare to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if they were raped and impregnated by their own son. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards him, even deriving unusual sexual pleasure from it.

In less than a month, my mother's body was completely healthy, and we resumed our normal sex life. Because she had an abortion after less than three months of pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, every cell of my mother's snow-white and alluring body is sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, making love to my mother every night, trying to make up for what I'd lost in the past few days. I ejaculated at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times. My mother was worried about my health and advised me to be more moderate, but I wouldn't listen.

Later, my mother bought a lot of nourishing herbs and often cooked medicinal meals for me, which only made my libido even stronger. I couldn't be satisfied unless I ejaculated inside my mother twice a day.

My mother pleaded with me to be more restrained and patient, but how could I resist? And my mother herself couldn't resist my seductive methods. So, all things considered, when faced with my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it felt like my mind was filled with nothing but semen. I couldn't quell my rising lust without ejaculating two or three times. Eventually, not only did my mother worry, but I also became somewhat afraid. I wasn't worried about myself, but I was afraid my mother couldn't handle it. Although my mother was in her prime, she was still physically frail, especially after my father's death, when she lost a lot of weight and refused to eat more to regain her former weight, always trying to maintain her current figure, which made her even more delicate. With my current intense sexual desire, having sex with her until late every night, how could her body withstand it in the long run?

Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I figured it out; it was actually the medicinal food my mother had cooked for me that was causing the problem. While these things certainly had the effect of strengthening the body and boosting virility, men with already strong sexual abilities would experience increased libido initially after taking them, but this side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you didn't even understand this?" My mother shrank her neck, playfully sticking out her tongue at me like a mischievous little girl.

It's been about half a year since I've been having my way with my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and being nourished by my copious amounts of semen, my mother is increasingly displaying a beauty beyond her years. Her skin is becoming increasingly fair and delicate, and even more radiant and elastic. My mother's beautiful face not only became increasingly fair and delicate, but also seemed to be constantly enveloped in a beautiful halo. The fine lines around her eyes, which were already few, had faded considerably and were practically invisible unless you looked closely. My mother had always looked young, and with my diligent efforts in nourishing her skin, she looked even younger and more beautiful. If you asked strangers to guess my mother's age, no one would guess she was over thirty. I've heard that many people at the factory are asking her for beauty and skincare secrets.

Moreover, my mother's mental state is getting better and better, and she exudes a captivating aura. Many men at the factory harbor fantasies about her, and some even feign illness to visit her, hoping to find an opportunity to please her. My mother was ruthless with this kind of person, so she relentlessly prescribed him exorbitantly expensive health supplements, costing hundreds or even thousands of yuan, gradually scaring them away. When my mother told me about this, I laughed out loud.

Now, my mother is completely under my control, both psychologically and physically, treating me as her pillar of support. You could even say that her fragrant, tender, and beautiful body has become my private treasure. I'm no longer satisfied with simply having sex with my mother in bed; I often think of unusual tricks to play with her.

Not long after the start of my sophomore year, the school organized military training, and I lived like a monk for ten days, unable even to masturbate.

Every day, I dreamt of my mother's beautiful face, her charming smile, and her alluring, snow-white body. The last day was a Sunday, and I texted my mother early in the morning. I got home at five in the afternoon, and my mother was already preparing dinner. As soon as I entered, I hugged her. We kissed passionately for a while, then my mother gently slapped me and said,

"You're all sweaty, go wash up!"

I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from my mother, kissing her fair cheeks, my heart filled with lust. I pinched my mom's buttocks twice and said,

"I haven't seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts in a while! After I take a shower, how about you strip naked in the living room for me to see, okay? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe."

Mom laughed and said "Filthy!" and slapped me with one hand.

I laughed and dodged, then went into the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. Mom had actually done what I said, standing in front of the kitchen cabinet arranging food without wearing a single piece of clothing, her snow-white body completely naked. She was only wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and an apron. She had her back to me, completely naked from behind. Her hair was simply tied in a bun, and looking down her neck, her two snow-white shoulder blades subtly changed shape with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring. My penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and fair, appearing even longer and more shapely with her beautiful high-heeled sandals. Her alluring, snow-white buttocks were facing me, incredibly lewd. Peering through the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, isn't she deliberately seducing me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked.

I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards my mother completely naked. Walking behind my mother, I stroked her soft, white buttocks with one hand, and reached forward with the other hand into her apron to grab and play with her two large breasts. My swollen penis pressed hard against her tender white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, and were deeply indented by my penis, which was as hard as an iron rod.

My mother trembled slightly, but didn't turn her head. I looked and saw that her fair face was flushed red with embarrassment. My hand moved down her buttocks, reaching between her legs, where it was already wet. I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with one finger and brought it to my mother's lips.

"Mom, taste it for yourself!"

My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!"

I smiled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva, exploring the depths of her vagina. My mother leaned on the dining table and slowly began to moan.

After less than two minutes, my mother suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to try to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked hard on her vaginal opening, and my mother trembled even more violently, her back bending over. Then, a gush of vaginal fluid "plop" flowed into my mouth.

I stood up, deliberately looking into my mother's eyes as I drank the fluid. It had a slightly fishy taste, and some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. My mother was also looking at me, her eyes watery.

I then moved behind my mother, making her bend over with her hands on the dining table, guiding my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I'd never done this to my mom from behind before. I tried several times but couldn't find the entrance to her vagina. Then, she grabbed my penis and guided it into her vagina. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in so hard her head was thrown back.

It was the first time I'd been intimate with my mom outside the bedroom. We hadn't had sex for days, so I was especially excited, thrusting harder and harder. My mom seemed even more excited than me. Not only was she completely naked in the living room for the first time today, but I'd also pinned her down in the kitchen and fucked her from behind. Perhaps this taboo-breaking act ignited a stronger desire in her than usual. She screamed louder than usual, her white buttocks thrusting back in rhythm with my penis's movements. With each hard thrust, my thighs slammed against her jade-like buttocks, making a slapping sound.

After two minutes, Mom turned her face, opening her rosy lips for a kiss. Usually, I was the one who initiated the kisses during sex; this was the first time, showing how excited she was. She soon reached her second orgasm.

To be honest, standing there was very exciting, but also tiring, so I ejaculated after less than twenty minutes. As soon as I pulled my penis out of Mom's vagina, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the floor. I scooped her up by the waist and carried her back to the living room, placing her on the sofa.

After resting for a while, Mom said the food would get too cold if she didn't eat soon and got up to put on her clothes. I grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so.

Mom had no choice but to walk around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the food on the table. I watched this erotic scene with a smile; Mom blushed and didn't dare look at me.

We ate together naked like that. Mom was very uncomfortable at first, but gradually she relaxed, and we sat close together, skin to skin, I feeding her, and she feeding me.

After the meal, I still wouldn't let Mom put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white, and tender body. She couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust arose, I pushed her down on the sofa and fucked her for a while, resting when I got tired. I repeated this over and over until very late. When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely limp from my fucking.

After this incident, Mom became more open-minded, and we tried many things she never dared to imagine before.

One day, I accompanied Mom shopping, walking quite a bit. We were both tired that evening and went to bed early. I had sex with my mom for a while, but I didn't ejaculate, so I held her and fell asleep. As I was drifting off to sleep, my mom wriggled out of my arms and got out of bed. I asked her where she was going, and she said she needed to pee. A sensual thought suddenly popped into my head, so I rolled out of bed and followed her.

When I opened the bathroom door and went in, my mom was taking off her underwear and about to sit on the toilet. I grinned lewdly and said,

"Mom, let me help you!"

Without another word, I picked up my mother, ripped off her underwear, and carried her to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the same way I'd hold a child to urinate. In the mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, faint black pubic hair partially obscured her tender vulva—a place I could never get enough of. Although I could see it when we made love, viewing it in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating.

I made my mother urinate in the basin, but she couldn't. Her pretty face flushed red as she struggled and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear,

"Mom, did you help me pee like this when I was little? Can I help you pee like this now? Shh...

shh..."

Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra released, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin...

After Mom finished peeing, her body was limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom,

"Mom, spread your legs and let me see if you've peed completely."

At this point, Mom would listen to whatever I said. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink vulva opened wide like a blooming flower. A few glistening drops of urine clung to the alluring urethra and vaginal opening… utterly lewd!

My mother and I were both wide awake. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, and bent down to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender vulva. My lust was aroused, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus.

My mother struggled: “No! It’s dirty!”

I laughed and said, “Where is there any dirt on Mom?” I pressed her white buttocks firmly to prevent her from moving, then savored her tender anus. My mother's anus was exceptionally beautiful, unlike most women's dark anus, it was fair and tender, with only the tightly closed opening showing an alluring pink. My mother was very clean, bathing meticulously every day, so her anus had absolutely no odor.

I decided to completely possess my mother's beautiful backdoor tonight.

After licking and savoring it for a while, I got up and went to my room to get a pornographic DVD, put it in the DVD player, and then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of honey. I picked up my mother, turned her over, and made her kneel on the sofa, her snow-white, pink buttocks raised high towards me. I continued licking my mother's tender anus, occasionally gently rubbing her anus with my fingers. My mother's head was buried in the sofa, and she let out comfortable moans.

At this moment, the television screen showed a tall, strong black man having sex with a beautiful white woman. His huge, shiny black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly.

As I continued to rub and lick, my mother's tender anus gradually softened, and I easily inserted one of my fingers.

I carefully dripped honey onto my mother's anus and slowly pushed my finger into her rectum.

On TV, the black man had already pulled his penis out of the white beauty's tender vagina and started licking her delicate anus.

I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my own hard, swollen penis. When the black man's large penis on TV thrust into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus.

My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her big, white buttocks down, preventing her from moving, and forcefully pushed my penis into her anus. But Mom was too tense at that moment; her anal sphincter muscles were tightly contracted, and my penis simply couldn't go in! Mom couldn't break free and could only plead with me to let her go.

I comforted her, "Mom, don't be afraid. Many people have done anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV; her anus is as tender as yours, and she still gets fucked by such a thick penis, and she still enjoys it, doesn't she?"

Perhaps influenced by seeing the beautiful woman being brutally anally raped by a black man on TV and hearing her moaning with pleasure, and knowing that her own anus was doomed to be ravaged by me tonight, Mom stopped resisting and resignedly raised her snow-white buttocks high.

I continued to entice my mother: "Mom, you're still a virgin in the back! How about you offer me your tender little asshole today?

That way I can completely possess you, I want your whole body to be my woman... Okay, relax your ass, relax..."

Enticed by my lewd words, my mother slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. When I felt my mother's asshole soften, I seized the opportunity and thrust my big cock in hard, penetrating her all-encompassing tender anus...

My mother let out a sharp scream, crying out in pain. Her white, plump buttocks swayed, trying to break free from my penis.

But her action only aroused my lust further, and my penis, inserted into her anus, became even harder. My mother's tender rectum tightly enveloped my penis, giving me immense pleasure, and I couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.

With each movement, my mother couldn't bear it any longer, crying and begging, "It hurts... pull it out... Xiao Jin, please... pull it out... it hurts so much... you'll ruin my ass... please... let me go..."

Hearing my beautiful mother's cries from between my legs, I was aroused by my animalistic nature, my lustful thoughts running rampant, and I increased my speed, ravaging my mother's ass again and again. Her tender rectum rubbed against my glans, her anus tightly gripping the base of my penis, making me want to scream with pleasure!

My mother's tender anus, still recovering from her first sexual experience, couldn't withstand my rough handling. "Ah... my ass is going to tear... it hurts..."

…It hurts…Let me go…Gently…Gently…”

I remained unmoved, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of anally raping my mother. After fucking her like this for four or five minutes, my mother's anus and rectum began to adapt to anal sex, and the initial pain slowly began to disappear. I don't know when, but she had stopped crying, and her body no longer struggled. I kept fucking her tender anus while playing with her vagina with my hand.

My mother gradually enjoyed the pleasure from anal sex, and her genitals were stimulated, and soon she ushered in her first anal sex orgasm!

After ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into my mother's rectum, I was so satisfied that my scalp tingled, and I panted as I ejaculated from my mother's buttocks. I pulled out my penis, my hands resting on my mother's white buttocks, savoring the wonderful anal sex we had just experienced.

My mother's anus was now stretched into a cute, round hole. I pulled her hands to her buttocks, making her spread her two tender white buttocks wide. Her anus opened even wider, revealing the fresh, glistening pink anal flesh inside. Deep within the anal flesh, several streams of thick, white semen flowed slowly, a scene both erotic and beautiful…

This snow-white, fragrant, and wonderful body was now entirely mine!

I was filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The next day, my mother, whose anus had just opened, couldn't get out of bed and rested at home. I rested for a day. For several days afterward, my mother's gait was a little unnatural.

I loved the sensation of anal sex with my mother so much, and she was increasingly able to derive sexual pleasure from it. After giving me her virginity, she was again strangely touched psychologically, becoming even more gentle and submissive towards me. We tried it several more times over the next few days, each time having my mother provide me with a full range of services: oral sex, breast sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and foot sex. Her warm, moist mouth, snow-white breasts, exquisite vulva, narrow, tender anus, and a pair of jade-like, delicate feet gave me a jolt of pleasure, a pleasure that reached my very bones.

After satisfying myself several times, I... Worried that too much anal sex might cause my mother's anus to loosen and prolapse, I reduced the frequency of anal sex with her, doing it only about once every one or two weeks.

When my mother was menstruating, I sometimes took the opportunity to enjoy her beautiful and alluring anus, but most of the time I had her give me oral sex to satisfy my sexual desire. She would strip naked, kneel in front of me, and swallow my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it. I found this particularly stimulating, and my mother got used to it. One time, as my mother was kneeling in front of me giving me oral sex as usual, I suddenly remembered the time I helped my mother urinate, and I couldn't help but laugh. My mother spat out my penis and asked me curiously what I was laughing at. I said:

"Mom, the way you're doing this makes me look like a daughter who's done something wrong and is being made to kneel as punishment by Dad!"

Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "What kind of father in the world would treat his daughter like this, using his stinking thing to vilely humiliate her!"

I said, "Not necessarily! You're my biological mother, and you still spread your legs and let me fuck you until you're about to die every day. Besides, didn't I just help you pee like I would my daughter last time?"

Mom got excited and started sucking my penis in and stroking it non-stop.

I got aroused and touched my mother's fair and tender face, saying, "Mom, why don't you become my daughter? Then when I fuck you again, it won't be a son fucking his mother, it will be a father fucking his daughter!"

Hearing my lewd words, my mother became even more excited. Her little mouth swallowed and spat out my penis even faster, and she reached into her crotch with one hand and scratched it through the sanitary napkin. I didn't care about anything anymore. I pulled my dripping, huge cock out of my mother's mouth, picked up her naked body and threw it on the bed. I pulled a pillow over and knelt under her buttocks, ripped off the sanitary napkin between her legs, and thrust my cock in without a second thought. My mother's tender vagina was wet and slippery; I didn't know if it was menstrual blood or vaginal fluid, or maybe both.

My mother was already overwhelmed with lust, as if she had completely forgotten that she was menstruating. As I thrust my cock into her vagina, her snow-white flesh writhed excitedly, matching my frenzied movements. I deliberately cried out as I fucked her,

"My sweet daughter, your little pussy is so tight. Daddy's fucking feels so good!"

Mom was clearly very excited, calling out loudly, "Oh, ah," but without saying a word. As I called her "daughter, daughter," she finally couldn't help but call out "Daddy," and with that call, Mom and I reached orgasm at the same time!

That night, the pillow under Mom's buttocks was stained with a lot of menstrual blood, and even the sheets were splattered. Fortunately, Mom went to wash it immediately afterward, so there was no infection. This exciting role-reversal sex game left me with endless aftertaste and I will never forget it.

During our usual intimate moments, if she was giving me oral sex, my mother would drink the semen I ejaculated into her mouth; and if we had sex, afterwards she would wipe her genitals with tissues, and then wipe the semen off my penis with tissues as well. Once, after I ejaculated inside her vagina, she was wiping herself with tissues as usual. At that moment, I suddenly remembered a scene from a pornographic film, so I took a wine glass and asked my mother to empty the semen from her vagina into the glass, and then drink it.

My mother probably figured it wasn't the first time she'd tasted my semen, so she didn't resist much and let me do as I pleased, drinking all the semen in the glass, and even licking up the small amount of semen stuck to the glass as I requested. I watched with great interest. After I finished swallowing her semen, as my mother was about to wipe my penis with tissue, I stopped her and demanded that she lick it clean with her mouth. She slapped me and said, "You're so bad," but obediently turned over and bent down to clean my penis with her mouth.

While she was licking my penis in that position, her large, round, white buttocks were fully exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch and squeeze them, and suddenly I remembered the times Liu Bo had spanked my mother's buttocks. I wondered if my mother had ever cleaned Liu Bo's penis with her mouth like this after he finished with her? Probably not, but maybe not. A woman will do anything when she's been pleasured!

Thinking of this, my penis, which was in my mother's mouth, quickly swelled up again. My mother was startled and turned to look at me. I slapped my mother's white buttocks and said, "Continue!"

As a result, that night my mother drank my semen twice.

A few days later, when my mother and I were being intimate, I couldn't help but ask about Liu Bo. At first, my mother felt awkward and didn't want to talk about it.

Unable to resist her constant questioning, she finally told me. At that time, Dad was busy with construction projects and rarely home, so he and Mom weren't very intimate, and their sex life was often rushed, leaving Mom's sexual needs unmet. One day, Liu Bo came to our house. Dad wasn't home, and I was at school. Liu Bo boldly seduced Mom, and she, being eager, gave in. I calculated the timeline; it was about a month before I first discovered their affair.

After having relations with Liu Bo, Mom initially felt very guilty and remorseful. But once something like this happens, it's bound to happen again. Liu Bo was young and had a much stronger sex drive than Dad, bringing Mom a long-awaited sexual satisfaction, so they often met secretly.

It happened about once every week or two.

I found it incredibly stimulating. Although I hated Liu Bo, the thought of him brutally fucking my mother's snow-white body filled me with excitement. I demanded that my mother describe their lovemaking in detail: where they did it, how Liu Bo helped her undress, how he penetrated her, what positions they used, and so on. I forced her to describe it to me step by step. My mother couldn't resist my insistence, so she told me in detail. To avoid interrupting her, I suppressed my surging lust, my rock-hard penis only slowly thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina.

When I heard my mother say that Liu Bo had put her legs on his shoulders and penetrated her, I finally reached the limit of my endurance! I grabbed my mother's two snow-white and slender thighs, put them on my shoulders, lifted my mother's white buttocks slightly off the bed, and began to fuck my mother's tender cunt like a storm. While I was talking, I asked,

"Mom, did Liu Bo do this to you?"

"Mmm...mmm...yes..."

"Does it feel better when Liu Bo does it to you or when your son does it to you?"

"Mmm...mmm...you...make me feel better...ah..."

"Is Liu Bo's penis bigger or mine?"

"Mmm...ah...your...your big...mmm...ah..."

That day, my mother and I both experienced an unusual and intense pleasure. After I ejaculated, when my mother cleaned my penis with her mouth, I asked her if she had ever done that for Liu Bo. My mother shook her head. I then asked her if she had ever given Liu Bo oral sex, and my mother said that she had only done it with him once, but she didn't let him ejaculate in her mouth.

Later, my mother and I often played this strange yet exciting game, constantly changing positions while I had sex with her, and tirelessly asking her about the details of Liu Bo's actions towards her back then. My mother became more and more detailed in her descriptions, sometimes even adding imagined scenarios. I listened with immense excitement, and at the same time, I noticed that my mother was secretly excited as well. My mother truly hates Liu Bo now, but it seems that the more she feels this way, the more she derives a strange thrill from describing her past with Liu Bo during sex with me.

Adultery isn't just about physical satisfaction; more importantly, it's about the depraved, alternative pleasure it brings.

Just like my mother and me, if she weren't my biological mother but a woman with whom I had no blood relation, no matter how beautiful she was or how alluring her body was, I couldn't possibly maintain such a strong sexual interest in her for long. It is this very blood relation that acts like the most effective aphrodisiac, causing my testosterone levels to reach their peak whenever I'm facing my beautiful mother's snow-white body, making me fuck her until she's in ecstasy every time.

After a passionate encounter with my mother, I smugly hugged her and said, "Mom, I should have just come to me back then! Why did you have to go with that guy surnamed Liu?"

My mother glanced at me and said quietly, "If your father found out, he would have killed you on the spot!"

"No way! If Dad can't satisfy you, I'll satisfy you on his behalf. Dad will definitely understand. It's all in the family!"

The first time I saw my mother being intimate with someone else was during my senior year of high school.

I remember that afternoon we had political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was thinking about finishing the game I played the night before, so after lunch I sneaked home and hid in my room for some serious fun.

After playing for a while, I suddenly heard the door open outside. I was startled and quickly shut down the computer. I lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep, making up excuses like, "I have a headache, I'm taking a day off to rest."

Then I heard a man and a woman talking outside. The woman was obviously my mother, but the man's voice wasn't my father's. I became curious and quietly walked to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to peek into the living room. The man was Liu Bo, the son of my father's old neighbor, now probably in his thirties. My father said they hadn't been in contact for a long time. A few years ago, after my family moved to this neighborhood, we unexpectedly discovered that Liu Bo's father also lived in the same neighborhood. Naturally, the two families often interacted, and Liu Bo frequently visited our home. He had a good relationship with both my parents, calling them "Brother Wang" and "Sister Xu" very affectionately. But I didn't really like him; I thought he was slick and effeminate, like a gigolo.

Liu Bo sat down on the sofa, and my mother poured him tea. Liu Bo took the tea and placed it on the coffee table, then reached out to hug my mother. My mother pushed him away and called out to my room a few times:

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..."

I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?"

My mother smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. The two hugged for a while, and I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand reach between my mother's legs, groping around. My mother's breathing became rapid, and she said,

"Let's go inside!" The two of them went into my parents' bedroom, still embracing each other.

I never dreamed I would see this scene, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, only to find that my mother's bedroom door wasn't closed properly, leaving a large gap. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be noticed but could still see what was happening inside.

My mother had already taken off her shoes and was lying diagonally on the bed, her top also removed. Liu Bo was reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Soon, the bra was off, revealing a pair of beautiful, snow-white, full, and translucent breasts that almost bounced out. I swear, these were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, more beautiful than those in nude photos on computers. The cherry-sized nipples weren't black as I had imagined; instead, they were an alluring pale pink. My penis instantly became hard!

Liu Bo's hand pressed against my mother's breast. My mother looked at him with watery eyes. Liu Bo's lips moved closer, his tongue entering her mouth, and the two kissed.

After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her around a bit, so I could see her naked body in its entirety. I really hadn't expected my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained. Her skin was as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, and her figure was in no way inferior to those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer. Her waist was slender, and her two snow-white legs were long and shapely. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm.

Liu Bo had already stripped naked, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at his mother, then he lay down on top of her, shifting his hips from side to side, before thrusting forward violently! His mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew Liu Bo's penis was inside her.

Liu Bo continued to fuck his mother, holding her tightly. My legs went weak, and I knelt down against the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited; my glans was so swollen it almost burst through my underwear.

After Liu Bo had been having sex with his mother like this for over ten minutes, he changed positions. He knelt straight in front of his mother with her legs spread, hoisted her two snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders, and bent down to insert his penis into her vagina, thrusting hard again and again. It is said that this position can make a woman feel more thoroughly fucked, and sure enough, his mother's moans were much louder than before.

From my angle, I could clearly see my mother's snow-white, alluring buttocks pressed into an extremely beautiful and lewd shape. Liu Bo's thick, hard penis was tightly wrapped by my mother's tender, pink labia, thrusting in and out of her vagina repeatedly, producing a rhythmic sound of flesh colliding. My mother's white legs, hanging high on his shoulders, swayed with Liu Bo's penetration, her two slender, delicate feet trembling indescribably alluring.

I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumbled mess. One hand involuntarily reached into my underwear, and after only a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move. Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by that wild man, her breasts and buttocks swaying, and hearing her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating.

I don't know how much time passed, but Liu Bo let out a deep, muffled groan, his penis deeply inserted into my mother's vagina, clearly having ejaculated inside her. At the same time, I also ejaculated a second time. I checked the clock; Liu Bo had been fucking my mother for over forty minutes.

Afterwards, Liu Bo lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely, one arm still around my mother's fair and tender body, his expression one of satisfaction and smugness. Mom buried her face in his chest. They talked quietly, occasionally laughing out loud.

They lingered like that for another ten minutes or so before Liu Bo started getting dressed. I quickly and quietly returned to my room and peeked out through the curtains.

A moment later, Liu Bo was dressed and came out of the room, Mom seeing him off in only her underwear. Just before the door, Liu Bo turned back and hugged Mom, chuckling as he suddenly pulled her underwear down halfway, lightly slapping her soft, white bottom twice. Mom glared at him, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly as well.

After Liu Bo left, Mom tidied her hair, went into the bedroom, then came out with the bed sheet and went into the bathroom. I took the opportunity to slip out. My crotch was uncomfortablely wet, so I went into the public restroom to wipe myself and found that the front of my underwear was soaked.

I sat on a stone bench in the community garden to rest, my mind still a mess, with lingering excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

Mom and Dad worked at the same factory; Mom was a doctor in the factory clinic, and Dad had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago to work outside. My mother is eight years younger than my father. She married him before she was twenty, and gave birth to me the following year. She's not even forty yet.

I've heard them say that my maternal grandparents were from out of town and didn't have many relatives or friends locally, only a distant connection with my father's family. My grandfather died early, leaving my mother and me to rely on each other, and life was quite difficult. My grandfather felt that his family was their only remaining relatives and that he had a responsibility to take care of them, so he treated them very well. My grandfather and father helped my mother with her schooling and factory work.

My father even helped them with manual labor like a son. My grandmother treated my father like a son-in-law from a young age. Later, my maternal grandmother fell seriously ill and, worried about my mother being alone, my mother graduated from nursing school and married my father shortly after starting work. They even changed her age to be a year older for the wedding. My grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me.

My father was truly good to my mother, often taking on the housework himself so she wouldn't be tired. A few years ago, the factory wasn't doing well, and wanting to improve our family's finances, my father contracted an engineering department. Over the years, he earned some money, and our family's financial situation improved significantly. However, because of the hard work, my father aged considerably.

My mother, while not a stunning beauty, was definitely a pretty woman. The key is that she doesn't look old at all. In my memory, from when I was in elementary school until now, my mother hasn't looked much different. Except for a few barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes.

Of course, this has a lot to do with my mother's love of skincare, and my father is also very generous in buying her skincare and beauty products, especially in recent years as our family's finances have improved. However, this has also made the age difference between my parents appear even greater. Sometimes when our family goes out, acquaintances will jokingly say,

"Old Wang, out shopping with your daughter and son?"

Dad doesn't get angry; instead, he laughs heartily, proudly putting his arm around Mom and saying,

"Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, and how handsome my son is!"

Mom will give Dad a playful glare, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at the acquaintance.

I don't know how Mom truly feels about Dad, but as far back as I can remember, Mom and Dad have always been very loving. Mom is gentle with Dad and very kind to me. She's also very good at interpersonal relationships, always presenting a dignified and elegant image; she's the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So if I hadn't seen what happened today with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.

I wandered around outside until school was over before going home. My mother seemed to be cooking as usual. My father didn't come home until dark, looking exhausted. His contract was about to expire, and the factory had made it clear that they would take back all the contracted departments and wouldn't renew them. So, my father wanted to make the most of his time and earn as much money as possible, so he worked even harder, often leaving early and coming home late.

The family ate together, my father and mother were loving and kind, and my mother showed no signs of anything amiss. I wondered if what I had seen that day was a dream. I sighed inwardly, thinking how naturally good women are at acting.

A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very congenially with my father. My mother watched them chatting and laughing. I felt sorry for my father.

Until I graduated high school, I caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating on me five times using the same method. Except for one time when they locked the door, I saw the whole thing the other times. I don't know how many times my mother and he cheated on me in total, but it was definitely more than I caught them doing it.

Several nights I eavesdropped on my parents making love outside the door. From the moment they started making noise until they stopped, it only lasted about ten minutes. And most of the time they just talked, and then I could hear my father snoring. I began to understand why my mother had cheated on me.

I hated Liu Bo, but deep down I also hoped to see him having sex with my mother again. From the time I started thinking about women, I often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother like me has had similar experiences), but I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn't dare to let myself continue thinking about her. In my wet dreams, I would dream of a mature and beautiful woman, but her face was blurry. Ever since I witnessed my mother's affair with Liu Bo, the woman in my wet dreams has been clearly my mother, completely naked, her snow-white and alluring body being violated by Liu Bo one moment, and then by me the next.

I started masturbating frequently, and each time I masturbated, my mind was filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being raped by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the sight of my mother's trembling, fair feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulder lingers in my memory.

My grades were only average to begin with, and with all this daydreaming, they plummeted. Luckily, I did well on the college entrance exam, barely making the cut. Whether I'd even get into university was uncertain, but thankfully, the factory had ten spots each year for a sponsored program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, after which graduates were directly assigned to work at the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children, who were even worse off than me, I easily secured one of those spots.

My father had hoped I would get into a good university and make him proud, so this result disappointed him for several days. My mother advised him that many university graduates can't find jobs these days, and that a training program might be more stable. She pointed out that some other families' children wanted such a program but didn't even meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well these past few years, so getting a job there was good enough.

Five years ago, the factory appointed a new manager—a very domineering, autocratic, and rude man. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky. Shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of our factory area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became much easier, and since he was quite capable, the factory turned a profit the following year, and things got better and better in the years that followed. This is also why the factory wanted to take back the departments that had been contracted out. My father had mixed feelings about this new factory manager.

Soon I was in college. We, the students on a training program, were all assigned to a branch campus of the Civil Engineering College, not far from my home. I had no great ambitions and felt this result was already incredibly good. Since I already had a job lined up, I didn't care much about studying. I was having a blast. After I started college, my parents felt I was practically an adult and stopped interfering. We hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance increased several times over. I even tried my hand at stock trading with some classmates and, with some luck, made quite a bit.

After starting college, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo cheating again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful glint in my mother's eyes. But my father remained completely unaware. I

guess I was born a bad boy. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first one I saw was a woman in her thirties, who was fairly good-looking. But once we started, I realized that while her face was alright, her clothes were a disaster. Her body was deformed and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I gave my virginity to such a low-class woman. Later, I started targeting young and pretty prostitutes. After a few times, I discovered that I had a strong sex drive. Combining this with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at picking on women. Almost every prostitute I played with was soaking wet with vaginal fluid and had multiple orgasms. Several prostitutes said they wished all their clients were like me.

I once met a woman in her early twenties named Xiaorong by chance. She was quite pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes looked somewhat like my mother's from the side. She had very fair skin and, remarkably, a pair of beautiful, delicate white feet. I was extremely satisfied at the time, and I enjoyed it very much that time, as did she. Afterwards, I learned that she was a saleswoman at a supermarket. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and they had a five-year-old child, so they were quite strapped for cash. She occasionally worked part-time as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some extra money. I felt she was clean and I had no psychological burden when having sex with her. So, Xiaorong became my regular sexual partner, and I would meet her almost every week to have sex with her.

Xiao Rong and I tried various positions during sex, and she even gave me oral sex, which felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet, casually kissing her delicate, white insteps, feeling a little hesitant, afraid she'd think I was perverted. Seeing her natural expression, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her feet; they were clean and odorless. Then I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. After sucking for a while, I used her two tender feet to clamp my swollen penis and rub it up and down. At this point, Xiao Rong smiled and said to me, "Do you like foot fetishes? Lie down and I'll do it for you."

I lay there comfortably, watching Xiao Rong use her pair of snow-white, delicate feet to sometimes squeeze and rub my penis, and sometimes rhythmically press on my swollen glans, feeling a unique and intense stimulation. After about twenty minutes of foot fetish, I ejaculated, my semen spraying all over her soft, white feet.

Afterwards, Xiao Rong told me that there are many men with foot fetishes nowadays, and two or three out of ten of her clients like to play foot fetish with her. Some men even just play with her feet and are satisfied without having sex with her.

The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work on the project. I was in my room surfing the internet, and when I looked out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing a pair of white high-heeled slippers. Her feet were soft, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiao Rong's. I suddenly remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling on the shoulders of that wild man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images of my mother being raped by Liu Bo and me playing footjob with Xiao Rong flashed through my mind. For a moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door and entering the house brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain myself.

Afterwards, I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. If my father hadn't come in in time, I don't know what would have happened. I was a little scared, so I reduced the number of times I went home and spent most of my time in the student dormitory. My mother asked me why I didn't come home often, and I said I wanted to study hard at school.

Near the end of my first semester, a terrible thing happened at home.

It was a weekend, and when I got home, I saw Liu Bo sneaking out of the stairwell of my building, looking around furtively. I could vaguely make out that he had a bruised and swollen face. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father's angry shouts and my mother's crying coming from my parents' bedroom. In my memory, my father had never said a harsh word to my mother. Connecting this to Liu Bo's appearance, my heart skipped a beat: Dad had found out!

I went over and looked inside. My mother was slumped on the floor, covering her face and crying, while my father was brandishing his fists and roaring angrily.

I called out to them. My mother looked up at me, then lowered her head again and cried. My father stopped yelling, came out and looked at me, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing, stomped his foot, and went out, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my crying mother, not knowing what to say. After a while, I helped my mother sit up on the bed and went out to pour her a glass of water. My mother took a sip and then refused to drink anymore, holding my hand and keeping her head down without saying a word. I could only sit there with her.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that the factory's security personnel, leading two policemen, knocked on the door and entered our house. The two police officers exchanged glances upon seeing my mother's condition, and finally said that a traffic accident had occurred three hours earlier; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died instantly. They preliminarily confirmed from the deceased's ID and work permit that it was my father, and asked the family to confirm it one last time. My

mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. The police and security personnel quickly pinched my mother's philtrum to revive her.

My mother and I stumbled to the hospital morgue; the deceased was indeed my father. His chest and abdomen were mangled beyond recognition. My mother immediately let out a heart-wrenching cry.

At my father's funeral, my mother fainted several times from crying. I was conflicted. On one hand, I felt my father's tragic death was all my mother's fault, and I subconsciously hated her. On the other hand, seeing my mother crying so bitterly, I knew she must be filled with extreme remorse, and I

felt sorry for her. Remembering how good my father was to me, I couldn't help but cry. For a whole week, my mother was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting silently. She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some liquids like milk. Seeing my mother so distressed, my heart slowly softened.

I really wanted to beat Liu Bo up, but I was afraid of revealing everything and making my mother and me ashamed to face anyone, so I held back.

My mother didn't go back to work for two weeks, but a somber atmosphere lingered in the house. I racked my brains, trying to strategically comfort her, pretending not to know why she and my father had argued that day. I deliberately asked her if it was because of my father's construction project. My mother hesitated for a moment, then nodded awkwardly.

A little over a month later, I started my winter vacation. I didn't go anywhere; I stayed home with my mother. One day, I saw my mother coming home from work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her, urgently saying something to her, but my mother ignored him and walked forward with a cold face. Liu Bo caught up and frantically tried to pull my mother away, but my mother suddenly turned around, forcefully shaking off his hand and glaring at him fiercely. Liu Bo retreated timidly step by step, finally walking away dejectedly. I felt a surge of satisfaction watching him. It wasn't

until more than two months after my father's death, and just a week before I was about to return to school, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. In those two months, my mother had lost weight, but she appeared even more pitiful, looking delicate and frail, which filled me with tenderness.

One evening, my mother went to take a shower, and I had nothing to do, so I turned on the computer and browsed aimlessly. I accidentally opened a video file, a Japanese AV I had downloaded before, depicting incest between a mother and son. Watching the young, beautiful, and fair-skinned mother being pinned to the ground and fucked to the point of ecstasy by her own son, I suddenly realized that I hadn't been with a woman for more than two months. I felt so pent up, and my penis involuntarily became hard and swollen.

Just then, Mom came out of the shower and came to my room door to ask where I had put the remote. I looked up and saw Mom standing in my room, her half-dry hair casually tied back, wearing a low-cut pink nightgown. Her breasts were as smooth as cream, and the top edges of her snow-white breasts were faintly visible. She was still wearing her favorite white high-heeled sandals, her bare, delicate feet as white and lovely as jade. My penis swelled even more.

I suppressed my urge, went out and found the remote for Mom, and she sat down to adjust the TV. I sat next to her, glancing at my mother. Perhaps because she had just used night cream, her face appeared exceptionally fair and delicate, with a small chin, a long, snow-white neck, and plump, sexy lips. Suddenly, I couldn't resist. I grabbed my mother and tried to kiss her on the lips. My mother was startled, dodging my mouth and screaming,

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing!"

My mind was clouded by lust. I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips… I want to sleep with you…" and continued to hug her. Suddenly,

my mother's strength suddenly increased. She pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!"

A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought, if you had used this strength to deal with Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. I yelled at my mom,

"Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?"

My mom froze instantly, as if under a spell, staring at me intently.

"You...you know..."

"Yes, I knew a long time ago! I saw everything he did to you!"

My mom slumped softly to the ground. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on aphrodisiacs. Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put my mother on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily, and I unhooked her bra and took off her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high, and her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, appearing flat and sexy. I spread her two smooth, white thighs, and the tender, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of explosion!

I quickly pulled down my pants and straddled my mother's snow-white, alluring body.

My mother just stared at me blankly, as if she didn't know what I was going to do. She didn't react until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina. She tried to push me away, but it was too late; my throbbing cock had already thrust deep into her tender vagina.

My mother closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

I continued to fuck her, my whole body trembling with excitement.

I tried to kiss her lips, but she kept them tightly closed, refusing to let my tongue in. I turned to kiss her cheeks and lick her fair, delicate neck.

My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely through her rape. Driven by overwhelming impulse, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was terrified; I had just raped my own mother! I nervously observed my mother.

Instead of the beating and yelling I expected, my mother stared blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring,

"Xiao Jin, I didn't, I didn't mean to kill your father..."

Looking at my mother, her face streaked with tears, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked, snow-white body and softly said,

"Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident."

"No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameless woman...she sleeps around with other men, even her own son..."

My mother seemed confused; I had just raped her, yet she was now embracing me. I felt an even stronger pang of tenderness for her. I pressed my face against hers and said,

"Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know, it's Dad who neglected you. You have normal needs too... If nothing unexpected happens, Dad will understand and forgive you..."

My mother, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, stared intently at me:

"Xiao Jin, really?"

I nodded.

Suddenly, my mother burst into tears and hugged me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues intertwined. Soon, I felt aroused again. When I penetrated her again, she no longer resisted. After a few minutes of fucking, my mother gradually became aroused, instinctively moving her body gently in response. This time I really enjoyed myself. My mother gradually started moaning, and her vagina began to flow. I fucked her for about forty minutes, ejaculating inside her again.

I held my mother and slept for a while. Suddenly, she broke free from me, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from the drawer, and swallowed it. When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. My mother moved my hand away, but I insisted on hugging her again. This repeated several times. After a while, my mother sighed and gently hugged me back. We fell asleep like that.

The next day, I woke up after ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; my mother had already gone to work. Thinking back to yesterday's lovemaking with my mother, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, a feeling of boundless energy.

I knew in my heart that my mother's behavior last night was merely a helpless reaction to the sudden blow, not a sign that she had truly submitted to me. But at least she didn't resist in the end, which was already half the battle won. I am now her only family, her pillar of support. As long as I patiently and persistently win her over psychologically, and utilize my powerful sexual abilities to completely subdue her in bed, given enough time, my mother will naturally and willingly become my woman. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh smugly.

For the first time ever, I started doing housework. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and I began preparing dinner. But it was past seven o'clock, and even after reheating the food twice, Mom still hadn't returned. I called her, only to find she'd left her phone at home. I panicked and rushed to the factory. I found Mom sitting alone in her empty office, lost in thought. When she saw me come in, she glanced at me, then lowered her head without a word. I tried to pull her away, but she pulled away. I panicked and tried again. This time, she couldn't break free and had to stand up with me. On the way home, Mom didn't say a word to me.

When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom looked at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, and Mom remained silent. I didn't know what to say either, so I didn't say anything either. After finishing my meal in silence, I walked up behind my mother, boldly hugged her, and then boldly slipped my hand inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts. My mother lowered her head and let me play with her for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower."

I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. My mother went into the bathroom. I tidied the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV, waiting for my mother to come out. Half an hour later, my mother emerged from the bathroom, as beautiful and charming as she had been after her shower the day before. Seeing the clean table, she seemed somewhat surprised and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away and whispered, "You should go take a shower too!" before going into the bedroom.

As if hearing a familiar voice, I rushed into the bathroom and finished my business in ten minutes. I went into the bedroom wearing only my underwear.

My mother was lying on her side on the bed. She immediately noticed my bulging underwear, blushed slightly, and slowly sat up. She took off her pajamas, then her bra and underwear, and lay there naked on the bed. She glanced at me, then lowered her head again.

I didn't mount her like I did yesterday. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissed her face and lips, then gently licked her neck, and then kissed and licked down her tender white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised. She looked up at me licking her body, then closed her eyes after a while, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her luscious vulva, my tongue licking her tender red labia. My mother shuddered, her two snow-white thighs clamping tightly together, pressing my face against hers. I continued licking until moisture began to flow from her tender vagina. My mother began to moan.

I continued to lick and kiss her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss them. Mom opened her eyes and struggled. I held her feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and sucked on each of her jade-like toes, like delicious candies. Mom's feet had an indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking on her toes, I held her entire foot and deeply sucked on it. I sucked on the left foot, then the right…

Mom watched me shamelessly licking her feet, her eyes misting over, a blush rising on her snow-white cheeks.

Her fair body writhed. I put down my mother's tender feet, straddled her, and pressed my incredibly hard penis against her vaginal opening. I deliberately said in a crude tone,

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!"

My mother let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing.

I thrust my hips forward, and my hard penis slid in completely!

While squeezing and playing with my mother's large, white breasts, I fucked her like a storm. In less than two minutes, my mother had her first orgasm. During her orgasm, her vagina clenched tightly, and I, caught off guard, almost ejaculated. I knew I had encountered the legendary "treasure trove," and I was incredibly excited.

With the arrival of her first orgasm, my mother gradually relaxed, and her reactions became more and more natural. As I thrust downwards, she arched her hips upwards in response, and I could clearly feel my glans repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under intense stimulation, my mother soon experienced a second orgasm. She let out a scream, her hands tightly gripping my neck, her body trembling violently. Her vagina felt like a small hand tightly holding my penis. Fortunately, having learned from my first experience, I was prepared and changed from frantic thrusting to slow, deep thrusts, thus preventing me from ejaculating.

I intentionally held back, fucking my mother for an hour before finally ejaculating with unbridled pleasure. My mother had four orgasms in total.

After rolling off my mother's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took several satisfying puffs. Now I truly understand what "after-sex pleasure" means. My mother's body was already soft and supple from my lovemaking, nestled in my arms. Looking down from her fair shoulders, I saw her plump, alluring buttocks and couldn't resist giving them a couple of light slaps. My mother shyly looked up at me and shifted her body slightly in my arms.

I gently slapped her buttocks again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty."

Obediently, my mother got up naked and went to get me the drink. Then, she took a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me.

Seeing my mother's actions, I was suddenly aroused and said to her,

"Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see."

My mother turned around shyly, awkwardly spreading her legs. I saw her tender, alluring little vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. I suddenly realized: twenty years ago, I emerged from this charming little opening, and twenty years later, what comes out is the semen I ejaculated inside! I became excited again.

"Mom, no need to wipe anymore, I haven't had enough of you yet!"

Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pressed her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender body...

The second penetration, using my previous semen as lubricant, felt incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more unbearable, orgasming three times in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me for mercy, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina contracted in waves during her final orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her.

My mother's body was limp, and I was exhausted too, so we hugged each other and fell asleep.

The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, Mom still seemed to have some mental block, and she didn't talk to me much. Whatever I said to her, she would only reply with simple, soft "um," "okay," or "no need," which, to me, seemed more like shyness.

I became unusually diligent, getting up early every morning to make breakfast for Mom. She ate lunch at the factory canteen, and I would prepare dinner early in the afternoon for her to come home. My cooking wasn't very good, but Mom seemed to enjoy it. I knew she was actually enjoying my care and attention, the kind of care a man gives a woman.

At night, once we were in bed, Mom would lie sprawled out, letting me take liberties with her and violate her. When she was aroused, she became particularly uninhibited.

Soon school ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed home to prepare dinner. Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from taking care of the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just thinking about having a fair-skinned, beautiful woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for sending me for training, incredibly grateful to the Civil Engineering College for letting us attend classes at the branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to come home every day to enjoy this alluring, fair-skinned woman.

As the days passed, my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. We talked more and more each day, and we would chat and laugh together. But unlike before, my mother no longer demanded anything of me as a mother. Instead, she sought my opinion on everything, subtly treating me as the head of the household. Sometimes, she would even act like a little girl and act coquettishly towards me. My mother wouldn't let me cook anymore, insisting that she do it herself. She said that cooking was the lady of the house's job, and the man of the house just needed to wait to eat. As she said this, her face turned red. However, I insisted on washing the dishes after every meal. I told my mother that I couldn't let the filthy dishwater ruin my beloved woman's pair of soft, white hands, which earned me a sweet kiss from my mother.

Every week I buy my mother a bouquet of flowers—not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love. Each time, she blushes as she accepts them.

My mother and I are practically husband and wife, but whether we're together during the day or engaged in illicit relations at night, I call her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" is an invincible aphrodisiac for me.

Actually, my mother feels the same way. When I'm having sex with her at night, and I call her "Mom," her body trembles with excitement, and she's more likely to reach orgasm. It seems that although my mother doesn't say it, she secretly enjoys this perverse pleasure of incestuous relations between mother and son.

Two more months passed. One day I came home to find my mother sitting there, holding what looked like a pregnancy test strip, her face pale.

I immediately asked what was wrong. Looking at me, she said in a tearful voice,

"I...I'm pregnant..."

"Uh...how could that be? You take birth control pills every day, don't you?"

My mother finally burst into tears, saying,

"I ran out of pills a few days ago, and I missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it just happened...I got pregnant..."

She became increasingly angry, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...all you ever think about is ruining me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face anyone..."

Actually, I was incredibly excited. I was having sex with my beautiful mother every day, getting her pregnant! How many people in the world have ever experienced such a romantic encounter? It would be worth dying for! Of course, I could only think this in my heart. I hugged my mother, begging for mercy and comforting her, saying that I would go to the hospital with her in a few days to get it

, and everything would be fine. My mother was still crying, so I simply grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her and fucking her hard. Soon, my mother's crying turned into wanton moans. For days, I was constantly excited. The thought that this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman beneath me, whom I had fucked so hard, was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant, sent my excitement soaring from head to toe.

But after only a few days of enjoyment, my mother wouldn't let me penetrate her too deeply, saying it was bad for the baby. I think women can be so unreasonable sometimes. I'd already decided to have an abortion, why should I care about anything else! But my mother was adamant, and I couldn't refuse. That shallow penetration wasn't satisfying at all, so I asked her to give me oral sex, to suck it out with her mouth.

I was just asking, not really hoping for anything, because my mother has always been resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I'd just let her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet!

To my surprise, my mother thought about it and actually agreed.

It felt amazing! I stood in front of the bed, and my mother knelt before me, her small mouth filled with my thick penis, giving me oral sex. At first, she sat on the bed to perform oral sex on me, but she found the height wasn't right, and bending over was too tiring. So she knelt in front of me again, at the perfect height, just enough so she could take my penis in without having to raise or lower

her head. But this scene was so stimulating: my beautiful mother, with her belly swollen from her own son's actions, knelt before him like a sex slave, swallowing and spitting out his thick, hard penis, trying her best to suck out his semen!

My mother's oral skills were very clumsy; I guessed she had no experience with oral sex before. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, unlike Xiao Rong and the others. But the psychological pleasure more than made up for it. Sometimes I would let my mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, and sometimes I would hold her head and fuck her mouth like I was fucking her vagina, occasionally pushing the head of my penis deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

I thought my mother would be angry, but she didn't say anything, and seemed a little excited instead. I discovered that my mother actually had a bit of a masochistic tendency.

The first few times I ejaculated in my mother's mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into my mother's mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. My mother hesitated for a moment with the semen in her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked. She frowned and said,

"It tastes weird, really awful!"

But from then on, after giving me oral sex, she would always willingly swallow the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would even open her mouth to let me see the white semen flowing around inside, then lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy.

This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she wouldn't let me kiss her unless I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. Now she was willing to unconditionally eat my semen! She wouldn't do this if she hadn't been completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards the man she loves. She often spoke to me in the same tone she would use to talk to "the father of my child."

When she was nearly three months pregnant, my mother's pregnancy was already starting to show. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothes, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, you could see that her once flat and sexy belly was now noticeably protruding. My mother was extremely nervous in public, always wearing the loosest clothes possible, afraid that people would notice. But at home, I don't know if she felt that at this point it wouldn't have much of an impact on the fetus, or if she herself was sexually aroused, but in any case, she agreed that we could have deep penetration sex.

After indulging in the beauty and fragility of the pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to rape her was greatly satisfied.

My mother and I decided to have an abortion, because further delay would have a significant impact on her health.

At the Second Municipal Hospital, the doctor examined my mother first, saying the fetus was developing well, and asked if she was sure she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. My mother touched her belly, and tears immediately streamed down her face. The doctor looked at her and said, "Let's hear the father's opinion." I went in, gently patted my mother's face, and said, "Let's have the abortion."

After returning from the hospital with the abortion, my mother lay in bed crying. I had never had any feelings for this child; I only saw him/her as an object to stimulate my lust. Seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart sank. I suddenly realized that I had gone through the same ordeal to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the unborn child were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like she was killing her own child.

I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious meals for her during the day and patiently fed her. At night, I held her as she fell asleep without any sexual advances, just quietly embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure, so very pure, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this incident, my relationship with my mother became even closer.

The next evening, when my mother was about to give me oral sex again, I asked her if I could use her tender feet. My mother just said that I was being considerate and didn't want her to be tired, which touched me. Actually, part of my motivation was not wanting my mother to be tired, but a large part was that I wanted to enjoy my mother's charming tender feet. I picked up my mother's two crystal-clear and delicate feet and found them even softer, probably because she hadn't walked much in the past few days. As usual, I took turns swallowing and sucking on her tender feet until I was satisfied, and then used them to tightly grip my penis and began to stroke it. Soon I ejaculated, the thick, white semen staining my mother's two snow-white, jade-like feet—a scene of indescribable lewdness. I looked at my mother's face, then at her jade-like feet covered in semen. My mother smiled and opened her rosy lips. Overjoyed, I used the small spoon I had just used to feed my mother porridge to scrape the semen from her tender feet and fed it to her. After Mom swallowed the semen, I asked,

"Mom, aren't you disgusted?"

Mom replied coquettishly, "You lick and suck my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are white and tender, where are they dirty?"

A few days later, Mom's strength had basically recovered, but she was afraid of infection and couldn't have real sex yet. Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she felt a little shy, a little touched, and a little proud, so she took the initiative to learn how to perform footjobs for me. Under my guidance, my mother's foot fetish skills improved more and more. Her pair of delicate, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, or scratch my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating it to keep it constantly swollen until I ejaculated, giving me an extremely unique pleasure that was no less than that of vaginal sex.

Actually, my mother cherished her feet very much from the bottom of her heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken such good care of them, making them so delicate and tender. However, influenced by traditional ideas, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So when I first licked her feet as if savoring fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, then I must love her as a person to the extreme. And so, after that one time when I carefully tasted her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me.

Generally speaking, my mother is a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets go, she'll dare to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if they were raped and impregnated by their own son. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards him, even deriving unusual sexual pleasure from it.

In less than a month, my mother's body was completely healthy, and we resumed our normal sex life. Because she had an abortion after less than three months of pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, every cell of my mother's snow-white and alluring body is sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, making love to my mother every night, trying to make up for what I had lost in the past few days. I ejaculated at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times. My mother was worried that my body couldn't handle it, so she advised me to be more moderate, but I wouldn't listen.

Later, my mother bought a lot of nourishing herbs and often cooked medicinal meals for me, which only made my libido even stronger. I couldn't be satisfied unless I ejaculated inside my mother twice a day.

My mother pleaded with me to restrain myself, but how could I possibly resist? She, in turn, couldn't resist my seductive advances. So, all things considered, when faced with my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it was as if my mind was filled with nothing but semen; I couldn't quell my rising desire until I ejaculated two or three times. Eventually, not only did my mother worry, but I also became somewhat afraid. I wasn't worried about myself, but I was afraid my mother wouldn't be able to handle it. Although my mother was in her prime, she was still physically frail, especially after my father's death, when she lost a lot of weight and refused to eat more to regain her former weight, always trying to maintain her current figure, which made her even more delicate. With my current insatiable libido, having sex with her until late every night, how could her body possibly withstand it in the long run?

Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I figured out that it was actually the medicinal food my mother made for me that was causing the problem. While these things do have a strengthening effect on the kidneys, men with already strong sexual abilities might experience increased libido initially, but this side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you didn't even understand this?" My mother shrank her neck, playfully sticking out her tongue at me like a mischievous little girl.

It's been about half a year since I've managed to get my hands on my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and the nourishment of my copious semen, Mom is becoming increasingly beautiful beyond her years. Her skin is becoming whiter and more delicate, radiant and elastic. Her beautiful face is not only growing increasingly fair and tender, but also seems to be constantly enveloped in a beautiful halo. The fine lines around her eyes, which were already few, have faded considerably and are practically invisible unless you look closely. Mom was already quite young, and with my diligent care, she looks even younger and more beautiful. If you asked strangers to guess her age, no one would guess she's over thirty. I've heard that many people at the factory are asking her for her beauty and skincare secrets.

Moreover, my mother's mental state was getting better and better, radiating a captivating aura. Many men in the factory harbored fantasies about her; some even feigned illness to see her, hoping to curry favor. My mother was ruthless with these men, prescribing them exorbitantly expensive health supplements, costing hundreds or even thousands of dollars, gradually scaring them away. When my mother told me about this, I laughed heartily.

Now, my mother is completely under my control, treating me as her pillar of support, both psychologically and physically. You could even say that her fragrant, tender, and beautiful body has become my private treasure. I was no longer satisfied with simply having sex with my godmother in bed; I often came up with unusual tricks to play with her.

Shortly after the start of my sophomore year, the school organized a military training camp, and I lived like a monk for ten days, unable even to masturbate.

Every day, my dreams were filled with my mother's beautiful face, her alluring white and delicate body, and her expressions of both anger and joy. The last day was a Sunday, and I sent my mother a text message early in the morning. I got home at five in the afternoon, and my mother was already preparing dinner. As soon as I entered the door, I hugged my mother. We kissed passionately for a while, then Mom lightly slapped me and said,

"You're all sweaty, go wash up!"

I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from Mom's body, kissing her fair cheeks, my heart pounding with lust. I pinched Mom's buttocks twice and said,

"It's been a while since I've seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts! After I shower, how about you strip naked in the living room for me to see? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe."

Mom laughed, said "Filthy!" and slapped me with one hand.

I laughed and dodged, going into the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. My mother actually did as I said, standing naked in front of the kitchen cabinet, preparing food with her snow-white body completely unclothed. She was only wearing a pair of high-heeled slippers and an apron. Her back was to me, completely naked from behind, her hair simply tied in a bun. Looking down her neck, her two snow-white shoulder blades subtly changed shape with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring, and my penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and delicate, appearing even longer and more rounded with those beautiful high-heeled slippers. Her alluring snow-white buttocks were facing me, exceptionally lewd, and peeking through the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, "Isn't this just a deliberate attempt to seduce me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked."

I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards my mother completely naked. Reaching her from behind, I stroked her soft, white buttocks with one hand, while the other reached into her apron, grabbing and kneading her two large breasts. My swollen, hard penis pressed against her tender, white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, sinking deeply into them under my iron-like penis.

My mother trembled slightly but didn't turn around. When I looked, her fair face was already flushed with embarrassment. My hand slid down her buttocks, reaching between her legs, where it was already wet. I scooped up some of her vaginal fluid with one finger and brought it to my mother's lips.

"Mom, taste it for yourself!"

My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!"

I chuckled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva, exploring the depths of her vagina. My mother leaned on the dining table, slowly moaning.

Less than two minutes later, my mother suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked hard on her vaginal opening, and my mother trembled even more violently, her back bending over. Then, a gush of vaginal fluid "plop" flowed into my mouth.

I stood up, deliberately looking into my mother's eyes as I drank the fluid. It had a slightly fishy taste, and some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. My mother was also looking at me, her eyes watery.

I then moved behind my mother, making her bend over with her hands on the dining table, guiding my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I'd never done this to my mom from behind before. I tried several times but couldn't find the entrance to her vagina. Then, she grabbed my penis and guided it into her vagina. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in so hard her head was thrown back.

It was the first time I'd been intimate with my mom outside the bedroom. We hadn't had sex for days, so I was especially excited, thrusting harder and harder. My mom seemed even more excited than me. Not only was she completely naked in the living room for the first time today, but I'd also pinned her down in the kitchen and fucked her from behind. Perhaps this taboo-breaking act ignited a stronger desire in her than usual. She screamed louder than usual, her white buttocks thrusting back in rhythm with my penis's movements. With each hard thrust, my thighs slammed against her jade-like buttocks, making a slapping sound.

After two minutes, Mom turned her face, opening her rosy lips for a kiss. Usually, I was the one who initiated the kisses during sex; this was the first time, showing how excited she was. She soon reached her second orgasm.

To be honest, standing there was very exciting, but also tiring, so I ejaculated after less than twenty minutes. As soon as I pulled my penis out of Mom's vagina, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the floor. I scooped her up by the waist and carried her back to the living room, placing her on the sofa.

After resting for a while, Mom said the food would get too cold if she didn't eat soon and got up to put on her clothes. I grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so.

Mom had no choice but to walk around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the food on the table. I watched this erotic scene with a smile; Mom blushed and didn't dare look at me.

We ate together naked like that. Mom was very uncomfortable at first, but gradually she relaxed, and we sat close together, skin to skin, I feeding her, and she feeding me.

After the meal, I still wouldn't let Mom put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white, and tender body. She couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust arose, I pushed her down on the sofa and fucked her for a while, resting when I got tired. I repeated this over and over until very late. When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely limp from being fucked.

After this incident, Mom became more open-minded, and we tried many things she never even dared to imagine before.

One day, I accompanied my mother shopping. We walked quite a bit, and by evening we were both quite tired, so we went to bed early. I had sex with my mother for a while, but before I ejaculated, I held her and fell asleep. As I was drifting off to sleep, my mother wriggled out of my arms and got out of bed. I asked her where she was going, and she said she needed to pee. A sensual thought suddenly popped into my head, so I got out of bed and followed her.

When I opened the bathroom door and went in, my mother was taking off her underwear and about to sit on the toilet. I grinned lewdly and said,

"Mom, let me help you!"

Without another word, I picked up my mother, ripped off her underwear, and carried her to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the same way I'd hold a child to urinate. In the mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, faint black pubic hair partially obscured her tender vulva—a place I could never get enough of. Although I could see it when we made love, viewing it in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating.

I made my mother urinate in the basin, but she couldn't. Her pretty face flushed red as she struggled and begged me to put her down. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear,

"Mom, did you help me pee like this when I was little? Can I help you pee like this now? Shh...

shh..."

Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra released, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin...

After Mom finished peeing, her body was limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom,

"Mom, spread your legs and let me see if you've peed completely."

At this point, Mom would listen to whatever I said. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink vulva opened wide like a blooming flower. A few glistening drops of urine clung to the alluring urethra and vaginal opening… utterly lewd!

My mother and I were both wide awake. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, and bent down to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender vulva. My lust was aroused, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus.

My mother struggled: “No! It’s dirty!”

I laughed and said, “Where is there any dirt on Mom?” I pressed her white buttocks firmly to prevent her from moving, then savored her tender anus. My mother's anus was exceptionally beautiful, unlike most women's dark anus, it was fair and tender, with only the tightly closed opening showing an alluring pink. My mother was very clean, bathing meticulously every day, so her anus had absolutely no odor.

I decided to completely possess my mother's beautiful backdoor tonight.

After licking and savoring it for a while, I got up and went to my room to get a pornographic DVD, put it in the DVD player, and then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of honey. I picked up my mother, turned her over, and made her kneel on the sofa, her snow-white, pink buttocks raised high towards me. I continued licking my mother's tender anus, occasionally gently rubbing her anus with my fingers. My mother's head was buried in the sofa, and she let out comfortable moans.

At this moment, the television screen showed a tall, strong black man having sex with a beautiful white woman. His huge, shiny black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly.

As I continued to rub and lick, my mother's tender anus gradually softened, and I easily inserted one of my fingers.

I carefully dripped honey onto my mother's anus and slowly pushed my finger into her rectum.

On TV, the black man had already pulled his penis out of the white beauty's tender vagina and started licking her delicate anus.

I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my own hard, swollen penis. When the black man's large penis on TV thrust into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus.

My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her big, white buttocks down so she wouldn't move, and tried to force my penis into her anus, but Mom was too tense at that moment, her anal sphincter muscles were tightly contracted, and my penis couldn't go in at all! Mom couldn't break free, and could only beg me to let her back door go.

I comforted her: "Mom, don't be afraid, a lot of people have done anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV, her little anus is as tender as yours, and she still got such a big penis fucked in, and she still enjoyed it, didn't she?"

Perhaps she was influenced by the beautiful woman on TV who was being brutally anally raped by a black man and making happy moans, and at the same time, she knew that her anus was not going to escape my ravaging tonight. My mother stopped resisting, resignedly raising her snow-white buttocks high.

I continued to entice her: "Mom, you're still a virgin in the back! How about offering me your tender little asshole today?

That way I can completely possess you, I want you to be my woman completely... Okay, relax your ass, relax..."

Enticed by my lewd words, my mother slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. When I felt my mother's asshole soften, I seized the opportunity and thrust my big cock in hard, penetrating her all-encompassing tender anus...

My mother let out a sharp scream, crying out in pain. Her white, plump buttocks swayed, trying to break free from my penis.

But her action only aroused my lust further, and my penis, inserted into her anus, became even harder. My mother's tender rectum tightly enveloped my penis, giving me immense pleasure, and I couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.

With each movement, my mother couldn't bear it any longer, crying and begging, "It hurts... pull it out... Xiao Jin, please... pull it out... it hurts so much... you'll ruin my ass... please... let me go..."

Hearing my beautiful mother's cries from between my legs, I was aroused by my animalistic nature, my lustful thoughts running rampant, and I increased my speed, ravaging my mother's ass again and again. Her tender rectum rubbed against my glans, her anus tightly gripping the base of my penis, making me want to scream with pleasure!

My mother's tender anus, still recovering from her first sexual experience, couldn't withstand my rough handling. "Ah... my ass is going to tear... it hurts..."

…It hurts…Let me go…Gently…Gently…”

I remained unmoved, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of anally raping my mother. After fucking her like this for four or five minutes, my mother's anus and rectum began to adapt to anal sex, and the initial pain slowly began to disappear. I don't know when, but she had stopped crying, and her body no longer struggled. I continued to fuck her tender anus while playing with her vagina with my hand.

My mother gradually enjoyed the pleasure from anal sex, and with her genitals being stimulated, she soon ushered in her first anal sex orgasm!

After ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into my mother's rectum, I was so satisfied that my scalp tingled. Panting, I pulled my penis out of my mother's anus, and held my mother's… My mother's white buttocks gleamed as I reminisced about the wonderful anal sex I had with her.

Her anus was now stretched into a cute, round hole. I pulled her hands to her buttocks, making her spread her two tender, white buttocks wide. Her anus opened even wider, revealing the fresh, glistening pink flesh inside. Deep within, several streams of thick, white semen flowed slowly, a scene both erotic and beautiful…

This snow-white, fragrant, and wonderful body was now entirely mine!

I was filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The next day, my mother, whose anus had just opened, couldn't get out of bed and rested at home for a day. For several days afterward, her gait was somewhat unnatural.

I loved the feeling of anal sex with my mother so much, and she was getting more and more sexual pleasure from it. After she gave me her virginity, she was touched by something strange again and became even more gentle and submissive to me. We tried it several more times over the next few days, and each time my mother gave me a full range of services, including oral sex, breast sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and foot sex. Her warm little mouth, snow-white breasts, exquisite little vagina, narrow and tender anus, and a pair of tender feet as smooth as jade made my body and soul soar, and I felt pleasure to the bone.

After satisfying my needs a few times, I reduced the frequency of anal sex with my mother because I was worried that too much anal sex would cause her anus to loosen and prolapse. I only did it about once every one or two weeks.

When my mother was menstruating, I would sometimes take the opportunity to enjoy my mother's beautiful and alluring anus, but most of the time I would have my mother give me oral sex to satisfy my sexual desire. I would have her kneel in front of me naked and swallow my penis until she sucked out the semen and swallowed it. I found this particularly stimulating, and my mother got used to it. One time, as my mother was kneeling in front of me giving me oral sex as usual, I suddenly remembered the time I helped my mother urinate, and I couldn't help but laugh. My mother spat out my penis and asked me strangely what I was laughing at. I said,

"Mom, the way you're doing this makes me look like a daughter who's done something wrong and is being made to kneel as punishment by Dad."

My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "What kind of father in the world would treat his daughter like this, using his stinking thing to vilely humiliate her!"

I said, "Not necessarily! You're my own mother, and you still spread your legs and let me fuck you until you're about to die every day. Besides, didn't I just help you pee like I would my daughter last time?"

My mother got excited and took my penis back in and started stroking it.

I got aroused and touched my mother's fair and tender face, saying, "Mom, why don't you become my daughter? Then when I fuck you again, it won't be a son fucking his mother, it will be a father fucking his daughter!"

Hearing my lewd words, my mother became even more excited. Her little mouth swallowed and spat out my penis even faster, and she reached into her crotch with one hand and scratched it through the sanitary napkin. I didn't care about anything anymore. I pulled my dripping, huge cock out of my mother's mouth, picked up her naked body and threw it on the bed. I pulled a pillow over and knelt under her buttocks, ripped off the sanitary napkin between her legs, and thrust my cock in without a second thought. My mother's tender vagina was wet and slippery; I didn't know if it was menstrual blood or vaginal fluid, or maybe both.

My mother was already overwhelmed with lust, as if she had completely forgotten that she was menstruating. As I thrust my cock into her vagina, her snow-white flesh writhed excitedly, matching my frenzied movements. I deliberately cried out as I fucked her,

"My sweet daughter, your little pussy is so tight. Daddy's fucking feels so good!"

Mom was clearly very excited, calling out loudly, "Oh, ah," but without saying a word. As I called her "daughter, daughter," she finally couldn't help but call out "Daddy," and with that call, Mom and I reached orgasm at the same time!

That night, the pillow under Mom's buttocks was stained with a lot of menstrual blood, and even the sheets were splattered. Fortunately, Mom went to wash it immediately afterward, so there was no infection. This exciting role-reversal sex game left me with endless aftertaste and I will never forget it.

During our usual intimate moments, if she was giving me oral sex, my mother would drink the semen I ejaculated into her mouth; and if we had sex, afterwards she would wipe her genitals with tissues, and then wipe the semen off my penis with tissues as well. Once, after I ejaculated inside her vagina, she was wiping herself with tissues as usual. At that moment, I suddenly remembered a scene from a pornographic film, so I took a wine glass and asked my mother to empty the semen from her vagina into the glass, and then drink it.

My mother probably figured it wasn't the first time she'd tasted my semen, so she didn't resist much and let me do as I pleased, drinking all the semen in the glass, and even licking up the small amount of semen stuck to the glass as I requested. I watched with great interest. After I finished swallowing her semen, as my mother was about to wipe my penis with tissue, I stopped her and demanded that she lick it clean with her mouth. She slapped me and said, "You're so bad," but obediently turned over and bent down to clean my penis with her mouth.

While she was licking my penis in that position, her large, round, white buttocks were fully exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch and squeeze them, and suddenly I remembered the times Liu Bo had spanked my mother's buttocks. I wondered if my mother had ever cleaned Liu Bo's penis with her mouth like this after he finished with her? Probably not, but maybe not. A woman will do anything when she's been pleasured!

Thinking of this, my penis, which was in my mother's mouth, quickly swelled up again. My mother was startled and turned to look at me. I slapped my mother's white buttocks and said, "Continue!"

As a result, that night my mother drank my semen twice.

A few days later, when my mother and I were being intimate, I couldn't help but ask about Liu Bo. At first, my mother felt awkward and didn't want to talk about it.

But she couldn't resist being asked so many times, so she told me. At that time, my father was busy with construction projects and rarely came home. He didn't have much intimacy with my mother, and when they had sex, it was often rushed, leaving my mother's physical needs unmet. One day, Liu Bo came to our house. My father wasn't home, and I was at school. Liu Bo boldly seduced my mother, and she, being eager, gave in. I calculated the time; it was about a month before I first discovered their affair.

After having sex with Liu Bo, my mother initially felt guilty and remorseful. But once something like this happens, it happens again. Liu Bo was young and had a much stronger sex drive than my father, giving my mother a long-awaited sexual satisfaction, so she often met with him secretly.

About once or twice a week.

I found this incredibly exciting. Although I hated Liu Bo, the thought of my mother's fair body being pressed down and brutally violated by him made me uncontrollably excited. I demanded that my mother describe in detail their lovemaking: where they did it, how Liu Bo helped her undress, how he penetrated her, what positions they used, and so on. I forced her to describe everything to me. She couldn't resist my insistence and had to tell me in detail. To avoid interrupting her, I suppressed my surging lust, my rock-hard penis only slowly thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina.

When my mother described how Liu Bo lifted her legs onto his shoulders and penetrated her, I finally reached my limit! I grabbed my mother's two long, white thighs, put them on my shoulders, and lifted her white buttocks slightly off the bed. My hard, iron-like penis began to pound into her tender vagina like a storm. I kept saying,

"Mom, did Liu Bo do this to you back then?"

"Mmm...mmm...yes..."

"Does it feel better when Liu Bo does it to you or when your son does it to you?"

"Mmm...mmm...you...make me feel better...ah..."

"Is Liu Bo's penis bigger or mine?"

"Mmm...ah...your...your big...mmm...ah..."

That day, my mother and I both felt an unusual and intense pleasure. After I ejaculated, as my mother cleaned my penis with her mouth, I asked her if she had ever done that for Liu Bo. She shook her head. I then asked if she had ever given Liu Bo oral sex. My mother said she had only done it with him once, but she didn't let him ejaculate in her mouth.

Later, my mother and I often played this strange and exciting game, constantly changing positions while I fucked her, and tirelessly asking her about the details of Liu Bo's actions. My mother became more and more detailed, sometimes even adding imagined scenarios. I listened with immense excitement, and at the same time, I noticed that my mother was secretly excited as well. My mother truly hates Liu Bo now, but it seems the more she does, the more she gets a strange thrill from describing her past with him during sex.

Adultery isn't just about physical satisfaction; more importantly, it's about the decadent, alternative pleasure it brings.

Like my mother and me, if she weren't my biological mother but a woman with little familial connection, no matter how beautiful or alluring she was, I couldn't maintain such a strong sexual interest in her for long. And it's this close blood relationship that acts like a powerful aphrodisiac, causing my testosterone levels to spike whenever I'm facing my mother's beautiful, white body, making me experience ecstasy with every encounter.

After a passionate encounter with my mother, I smugly hugged her and said, "Mom, I should have just gone for me! Why did you have to be with that Liu guy?"

My mother glanced at me and said quietly, "If your father found out, he'd kill you on the spot!"

"No way! If Dad can't satisfy you, I will. I'll satisfy you on his behalf. Dad will definitely understand. Why let the good stuff go to outsiders?"

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