Mom, my Christmas present

Mom, my Christmas present.
When I came home for Christmas, I had only been in university for a year. What surprised me most was how beautiful my mother had become while I was away.

Actually, she hadn't changed at all; the only difference was the way I looked at her three months after I started university.

In fact, I'd met many pretty girls at university and even become good friends with two very beautiful ones.

But when I got off the plane and saw the radiant smile on my mother's face, and the beautiful curves of her body that couldn't be hidden under her winter coat, I immediately had a strong feeling that the mother standing before me was the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother opened her arms and hugged me tightly, giving me a happy and generous kiss. When I went home with my family who had picked me up at the airport, I had to be careful not to let them see my unsightly little guy in such a state.

Before the story continues, I think I should add a few words. When I was little—let's say, when I first learned that imagining beautiful women while groping my 'little brother' could bring me pleasure—my mother was often the image that popped into my mind.

But during my adolescence, fearing I'd go astray, my mother disciplined me a lot. She became a 'parent' I had to constantly be wary of. My imaginings during my formative years gradually became those of girls my age.

And eventually, when some of those girls experienced these imaginings firsthand, I paid less and less attention to my mother, even though she was actually more attractive and charming than any of them.

So, when I saw my mother at the airport, when I suddenly looked at her with a completely new perspective, all those feelings I had for her resurfaced, even more intensely than before. I had to struggle to shift my gaze from her to my father and sister, who had come to pick me up at the airport with her.

Oh, let me describe my mother to you.

In every way, she is a very petite and charming woman. She

is about 1.6 meters tall and weighs over 110 kilograms. She has a very beautiful figure, with high breasts, a slender waist, and a protruding bottom. My mother's hips can be described as round and plump, very attractive. Her legs are not very long, but the proportions are just right, with smooth and clean ankles, pleasant calves, small knees, and thighs that extend gracefully to her rounded bottom. It's as if this is not enough to attract my attention. My mother's face is also the most beautiful face I know. She has thick, dark brown hair, large dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a slightly round face with dimples, full lips, and a small chin.

Her smile, especially when she was truly happy, had a fiery, infectious quality, like a beautiful, blooming flower.

My mother was a warm and kind woman, but sometimes shy. She was intelligent and sensitive, and beneath her calm and serene exterior lay a strong character.

I have no doubt that deep down, my mother was a woman of profound emotion and fiery passion.

To me, my mother was a perfect woman in this world.

(That might sound a bit exaggerated, but what can I say? The intense love I feel for my mother, the woman who gave me life and raised me, is far beyond what I've expressed in those words.

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Okay, let's get back to our story.

That night, I was in a state of dizziness, everything around me seemed so bright and beautiful.

Everyone in the family was overjoyed to see me come home.

I tried to return to the person I was before I left home, but I always felt a little unnatural, a little awkward.

I couldn't shake off the breathtaking beauty my mother exuded, and I had to constantly remind myself not to let my eyes linger on her.

Several times, I felt my mother noticed my unusual attention, which made her a little shy and embarrassed.

But what happened to me was that I was completely immersed in this intense love for her—I fell in love with my mother.

This was a love more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, more powerful and profound than any emotion I had ever felt. I was completely immersed in it, unable to extricate myself.

That night, I masturbated, and the object of my fantasies was my beloved mother.

After ejaculating, I quickly fell into a deep sleep and slept until dawn.

The next day, I managed to control my emotions and try to behave somewhat normally.

My father and sister were both busy, so most of the day was spent alone with my mother.

I tried my best to remain normal, but my longing to be with her was impossible to hide.

My mother accepted my new attitude towards her in a very warm, kind, and pleasant way.

We talked about the past, and my mother even told me things from her childhood and when she was a teenager—things she had never told me before.

I helped her with housework and went shopping with her.

When she hinted that I should visit some of my old friends, I boldly told her that she was my oldest and best friend, and that I wanted to spend time with her.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in my tone that made my mother blush, and she whispered something, looking a little embarrassed.

And so, our relationship truly became more and more like that of a good friend, and no longer just that of a mother and son. That

evening, my father and sister went to bed earlier than my mother and me, so around eleven o'clock, my mother and I had a late-night snack together in the kitchen.

After we finished eating, my mother stood by the water to wash the dishes, and I stood up behind her and put my arm around her.

When Mom turned to face me, I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I have to tell you, I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm so proud to have you as my mother."

Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile, reached out, and hooked her arm around my neck.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms. Mom looked up at me, and I lowered my head and naturally kissed her lips.

For a long time, Mom and I remained in that kiss, letting me drift into a deep abyss; then, Mom laughed and gently pushed us apart a little. "

Thank you," Mom whispered, "this is the best compliment I've ever received."

I wanted to say more words of praise, but my courage left me.

My mother and I were enveloped in a warm embrace. Then, she said, "It's time to sleep. Goodnight. Thank you for your help today." She quickly kissed me again and went back to her room.

That night, I masturbated again, imagining my hand as my mother's tightly closed vagina. Even after ejaculating, I still couldn't fall asleep.

The hugs and kisses with my mother that night made me incredibly excited. I felt I had made some progress in my relationship with her, but where would this burning desire lead me? My mother is a very proper woman; she would never entertain the idea of becoming lovers with her son, and that's probably exactly what I, as her son, am thinking.

But I knew Dad wasn't a very passionate man. I was certain their sex life had cooled long ago, and beneath Mom's seemingly calm exterior, I was sure she harbored a strong sexual desire. Mom was like a smoldering fire at that moment.

She was so beautiful; her life must have been filled with passionate love, and I was certain she yearned for that kind of love, a love as fiery as a flame.

And I, I was already consumed by that fiery love; I couldn't control myself. I had to express this love to her.

The next day, just like the first, I spent most of my time with her. We talked about more things, and I helped her more.

However, a few times during this time, I stopped what I was doing, just looked at her, and said things like, "You're so beautiful." Each time, Mom looked embarrassed, but I could tell that these words made her happy.

That night, Mom and I were still the last two to go to bed, and we shared snacks together in the kitchen. When she stood by the sink, I hugged her again. This time, because of what I did during the day, I could express myself more fluently.

I told Mom how happy I was to be with her, that the three months I had been away from her showed how important she was to me, and that although I had always thought she was a very beautiful woman, I had only now truly realized just how beautiful she was, to the point that I always felt like I couldn't get enough of her.

My mother still readily accepted my praise and kiss. She held my neck tightly, and because I'm a little taller, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach my lips.

While kissing my mother, my penis was already as hard as a rock, and because we were hugging so tightly, my penis was pressing directly against my mother's soft belly.

If Mom didn't realize it at the time, I think it was because she was probably as confused as I was about our kissing. I could see the genuine love she felt for me; she was willing to accept it and actually reveled in feeling loved and needed. But on the other hand, this kiss, which seemed inappropriate between mother and son, did make her feel uneasy.

Mom hadn't completely opened herself up to me, at least not yet.

Even so, we kissed several times, and then Mom would take the initiative to let go, say goodnight, and leave.

However, when she let go, she seemed reluctant. Could it be that my passion made me misunderstand? I really hoped she truly wanted to stay in my arms and didn't want to leave.

The next day was Saturday. My sister stayed home all day, and Dad came home in the afternoon.

That day, I ran errands for Mom several times, took her to the city to buy daily necessities, and patiently waited for her.

Finally, Mom said to me, "You really spoil me. With you by my side, I'm really not used to it." "

Mom, am I annoying you?" I asked her. "Ah, of course not," Mom said eagerly. "Not at all. This feeling is wonderful. I never expected you to be so understanding. I... ah, I'm so, so happy. Believe me, Mom—I love having you by my side."

When she told me, her tone was very certain, which confirmed my mother's feelings for me and made me very excited.

That evening, my sister had a date, and my father, after watching a TV program, finally went to bed, even though it was really late for me.

But in the end, my mother and I had another chance to be alone together.

Just like the previous days, my mother and I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. This time, I didn't wait for her to stand by the sink; I just pulled her into my arms, leaning her back against the sink. "Mom," I breathed rapidly, "you're so beautiful. I want to hold you like this and kiss you. This feeling is so wonderful!"

My lips pressed against my mother's, and I gently lifted her off the ground, using the sink to support her beautiful body. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my erection pressing against her lower abdomen, her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My

mother let me kiss her like that. At first, she seemed a little nervous, just keeping her mouth closed as I kissed her. Slowly, she began to respond actively, opening her lips.

I pressed her tightly against the sink while my hands began to explore her body.

This feeling was truly... ah, but it didn't last long. Finally, my mother managed to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between us, and forcefully pushed me away.

My mother's face flushed crimson, so beautiful, her breathing rapid.

She whispered, almost as a sigh, "I...I'm so glad you think I'm beautiful, but...really, you're so mean. I'm your mother, not your girlfriend.

But, Mom, I love you more than any other woman. You just...no, a mother and son can't be like

this. I...I can't. I'm a little scared.

You've really, really wronged me." My expression was incredibly dejected.

I felt like screaming.

I thought I had achieved my dream, that Mom was my lover, but now...Mom, I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you.

I just couldn't control myself, couldn't control wanting to do this. Do you hate me, Mom? Mom hooked her arm around my neck again, pulling me closer. No, no, ah, actually, Mom was really touched that you wanted to do this for Mom.

Then, Mom gently kissed my lips, a light kiss as if to reaffirm her love for me.

It's partly Mom's fault. I shouldn't have let you, um, let you do so much for Mom. I think, I think.

I just really wanted this feeling you gave me.

As she spoke, I felt her suddenly nipple lightly against me, then abruptly push me away and turn away.

I stood there, stunned, letting my thoughts wander.

What should I do now?

What was going on? I had no doubt that Mom was actually happy to do what we had just been doing, and I was sure she wanted to continue.

But could Mom really completely let go? Right now, Mom had already told me not to, and if I ignored her warning, would I lose even this good mother-son relationship we had built up? That night, I thought about it over and over until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep.

The next day, our family went to church together, and when I saw Mom intentionally standing next to me, I felt a little relieved.

Actually, during the prayers, Mom's hips and thighs were pressed tightly against me, keeping me in a state of sexual arousal.

All day long, Mom was very attentive and kind to me. But that night, when Dad got up to go to bed, she went with him, unlike usual.

Later, I quietly walked past my parents' bedroom and heard them making love. I felt like I'd been shot.

The following day, Dad and my sister went upstairs, leaving Mom and me alone again.

My relationship with Mom remained the good one I'd worked so hard to build, but the atmosphere was a little tense than usual.

I helped her prepare for the holidays; Thursday was Christmas, and Dad and my sister would have a five-day holiday starting Wednesday.

Mom and I kept quiet about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.

But when I sat down to have lunch with my mom, I looked at her and asked her, "Mom, are you really satisfied with your life?"

For a moment, Mom just sat there looking puzzled by my question. Finally, she answered, "Of course, what... what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, Mom," I said cautiously, "look, Dad works so hard, and he's so serious, and you don't go out with him either. And, well, your dad has always been a good husband, and I've never blamed him for that."

I know that. Dad is a good man, he's upright, and he doesn't have other women outside the marriage.

I'm proud to have him as my father. But, Mom, you two seem... well

, you rarely talk to each other, and you don't seem to have any common interests." I think what you've said is true. Your father and I are probably living our own lives. But you might not know this, most marriages that last this long probably end up like this. But, Mom, I don't think your life should just be like this. I dare say, in the short few days I've been back, we've probably talked more together than you and Dad combined in the three months I was gone. Hearing me say this, Mom smiled, but I could hear a sadness in her smile. I... I don't think I dare say that to you. I think you're probably right. I wanted to say more, but I was afraid I'd go too far. So we sat silently for a while. I didn't say anything more, so Mom could think about what I had said. Finally, Mom stood up from the table, looked at me, and said softly, "Mom is so grateful that you've been with me these past few days, giving me someone to talk to." Honestly, being able to feel needed again made Mom very excited. I stood up, wanting to hug her, but Mom raised her arm, shook her head, and said, "No, don't pressure Mom. Give me some time. Mom needs to think about it some more. All of this...it's all so sudden. Mom isn't ready." And just like that, Mom and I went back to how we were before, a mother and son with a harmonious relationship. But I knew that after this confession, beneath Mom's calm surface, I had ignited a longing for love within her heart. A real sexual tension had developed between my mother and me. That night, Mom went to bed early again, but when I quietly passed by once more, she wasn't making love to Dad. The next morning, as I was preparing breakfast for Mom, my sister came downstairs. Watching us busy together, she said after a while, "Hey, you've really become well-behaved. I thought Mom had found another boyfriend." I saw Mom's face flush red, so I quickly changed the subject. "Of course! What, are you jealous?" Me? My sister laughed without suspicion. "No way! I have a date tonight!" After Dad and my sister went upstairs, Mom smiled at me and said, "I'm afraid your sister has already noticed that something's not quite right here. Maybe you can't be as nice to me when she's around!" " What's wrong?" I asked deliberately. "Does that mean I can be nicer to you when your sister isn't around?" Mom blushed a little. "That depends on how nice you are to me, Mom. If you promise, I can be very, very nice to you," I said jokingly, glancing at her sideways. "Very nice." " Oh my goodness!" Mom chuckled. "You got hurt again! If this keeps up, I really don't know what to do with you!" I knew very well that soon, Mom and I wouldn't have a chance to be alone together anymore; Dad and my sister's five-day vacation was coming. Despite my repeated attempts, I couldn't have such a flirtatious conversation with Mom anymore. She always carefully avoided it, but gradually she started joking about my ' sexual interest' in her , which made me feel that she was beginning to accept my thoughts. Finally, evening arrived, the eve of New Year's Eve. My sister went out on a date, while Dad kept flipping through the newspaper or watching TV. I was really afraid he wouldn't be able to go to sleep that night. Mom was baking something. Finally, Dad said goodnight to us and went upstairs. I sat in the kitchen watching Mom busy herself, enjoying the heartfelt joy that came from the graceful curves of her body as she moved around. Every now and then, Mom would glance at me and give me a warm smile. Finally, Mom cut a slice of cake for both of us, then made us each a chocolate bar, and sat down beside me. We ate our snacks in silence, only occasionally looking at each other. The way Mom ate was so cute. Ah, no, actually, I love everything about her. I love her, this woman. After we finished eating, I reached out and took Mom's hand in mine. Mom immediately squeezed my hand tightly with hers. For a few minutes, Mom and I just held hands like that, and I stared at Mom's beautiful face. Mom would occasionally lift her lowered head, her bright brown eyes looking at me with a calm but meaningful gaze—at least that's how it seemed to me. "Mom," I whispered, "I hope what my sister said this morning is true. I would be so proud if I could really be your boyfriend." Hearing this, Mom immediately stood up, cleared the plates from in front of us, and put them in the water. When she turned back, she reached out and gently pulled me up. What happened next felt like a dream; I only remember that we were embracing again, Mom lying on the sink, and we kissed. Oh my god, that was a real kiss! In my remaining lucidity, I could feel that Mom had opened herself up to me. After a while, I picked her up and sat her on the sink. I stood between her legs, holding her warm body tightly. My mother gripped my neck tightly with both hands, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. Then, she wrapped her legs around my waist, making us even more intertwined. The height of the sink meant my taut penis was positioned between her legs, so that my penis was pressed tightly against her vagina through our clothes. We opened our mouths, letting our tongues tease each other. Ah, Mom, I couldn't help but cry out, my penis throbbing against my mother's most private and precious place. My mother was ready, I knew she was ready. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car door closing. My sister must be back from her date. Good heavens, why did she have to come back at this hour? Why didn't that bastard take her somewhere else and keep her a little longer? Mom quickly jumped off the sink, grabbed a tissue, and used it to wipe the lipstick stains left from our passionate kiss. I wiped them off for Mom too, to make her look more natural. " You'd better sit down first," Mom whispered, eyeing my bulge. Anyone would see it immediately. A moment later, my sister came into the kitchen, looking excited. It seemed like her date went well. "How was the date?" I asked, winking. " How was it?!" my sister drawled. "I'm not telling you!" We all laughed. Mom made a cake and a cup of chocolate for my sister too. My sister was still excited from her date, sitting there chatting endlessly. Finally, Mom got up, said goodnight, and went home. I was so angry! Such a great opportunity had slipped away. I don't know when I'll have another chance like this.

Not long after Mom left, my younger sister, having finished her fun, went to rest as well.

Helpless, I went into the living room and sat on the sofa. The only light in the living room was from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow through the window.

If Mom and I had been earlier, or if Mom had given me a chance during the day, we would have had several hours to be together.

But now, Mom is asleep. If she thinks carefully before she sleeps, if she changes her mind, then I may never have that chance again. If that happens, I really don't know how I will go on.

Just then, I suddenly heard a soft creaking sound from the floor, followed by a rustling sound.

My heart nearly stopped.

It was Mom, Mom's petite and delicate figure standing at the top of the stairs.

I was stunned, like I'd been struck by lightning, sitting dumbfounded on the sofa watching Mom gently walk towards me and sit beside me.

Then I hugged her tightly again, pulling her soft, delicate body into my arms. Mom was wearing a wool robe, and I wondered what she was wearing underneath.

Her robe was only loosely tied, slightly open, and I tentatively reached my hand inside—ah, I touched Mom's bare skin! My hands filled my mother's smooth, soft breasts, feeling her nipples hard against them. As I couldn't help but knead them, my mother let out a sweet moan and brought her lips closer to mine. My mother's breasts felt wonderful. I had kneaded other girls' breasts before, some larger than my mother's, but my mother's breasts still felt the best in my hands. I pulled away from my mother's kiss and moved my mouth down until I took her nipple into my mouth.

My mother reached out and cupped my head from behind, twisting her body, her robe opening even wider.

I untied the knot in her robe, and it slid open easily to both sides. I slowly opened the robe completely, and for the first time, my mother's perfect body was fully revealed before me. The light coming through the window wasn't very bright, but it was enough for me to see this fair and beautiful body clearly. My mother's breasts were round and firm, protruding from her chest. Her thighs flowed down like water to her ankles, along with her alluring hips, her perfectly positioned navel, and her slightly protruding abdomen—everything was perfect, full of feminine charm.

Between my mother's perfect thighs was a delicate 'V'

-shaped patch of soft pubic hair, and to me, the most precious place in the world was hidden beneath this lush pubic hair.

Ah, my mother's body before me was more perfect than I had ever imagined. None of my previous fantasies had ever given me the shock of seeing my mother's real body.

My hands slid along my mother's soft thighs and firm abdomen.

My fingers ran through the soft pubic hair on her beautifully rounded mons pubis. My mother opened her legs, and my hands touched her warm, moist vulva. Instantly, I felt as if I were in heaven; nothing could compare to the pleasure I felt. The girls I had dated before paled in comparison to my beautiful mother. Ah, Mother, Mother, at this moment I couldn't even believe it was real.

My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Take off your clothes quickly, Mom wants you, Mom wants you." I frantically undressed with her help, becoming completely naked like her. Then, my mother lay back, pulling me onto her. She placed one leg on the sofa back and the other on the floor, spreading her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming flower.

She reached out her small hand and grasped mine, gasping, "My God, yours is so big!"

The sheer size didn't deter her. She pulled it between her legs, gently parting her lips with her other hand and placing it at the entrance of her love.

I watched intently, because my mother was rather small, and her "flower garden" might be quite cramped.

I gently lifted my hips and slowly, softly pushed myself

into my mother's narrow, wet vagina.

My mother was already very wet; otherwise, I doubted my enormous size could have penetrated so narrowly

. I suppressed the urge to thrust myself into my mother

's body and continued my slow, in-and-out movements. Little by little, I pushed myself completely into my mother's body until my pubic hair intertwined with hers, and my testicles pressed against her buttocks.

I think I've reached my mother's limit. If it were any longer, it wouldn't fit any further. My mother is completely filled; it's just right for her.

After I was fully inside her, I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my entire penis being tightly embraced by her warm, wet vagina. As

my huge penis slowly entered my mother's tender and juicy love, she occasionally let out soft moans, yet she still twisted her lower body to yield to my intrusion.

Perhaps because my penis was so large, invading her virgin territory that had never been touched before, my mother's moans sounded somewhat painful. But even so, it was clear she wanted it; she wanted me to penetrate her to the deepest part of her body.

So, when I had reached the limit of her physical capabilities and paused briefly, my mother's whole body trembled with excitement. I heard her soft, repeated moans in my ears, "Ah, ah, this is unbelievable, we finally, finally did it, ah, ah," her moans mingled with intermittent groans of pain. "

Mom, are you alright?" I asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you?"

Ah, no, no, it feels so good inside me, so full, so wonderful.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. She eagerly extended her tongue, and at the same time, lifted her lower body towards me.

I knew this was her signal, telling me she was ready, so I began to move inside her.

Gently and slowly, I withdrew my slightly stinging penis from her tightness, and then gently inserted it again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's insides becoming slipperier, but she still gave me a tight, virginal feeling. As I penetrated her, my mother began to lift her hips in response to my movements.

She let me thrust her buttocks deep into the soft cushions of the sofa, and when I pulled back, the cushion's elasticity would bounce her back to meet my movements.

I began to play with my mother's smooth, full breasts, thrusting into her continuously, kissing her, squeezing, and pinching her breasts and nipples.

My mother's hands excitedly slid quickly across my back, sometimes sliding down to my buttocks.

My God, to be able to penetrate my beloved mother's tense yet smooth vagina, to be able to tease and play with my mother's tongue, to be able to freely caress my mother's soft and beautiful body while feeling the pleasure brought by my mother's hands stroking my back—could there be anything more intoxicating than this? I simply cannot believe it.

Soft moans came from my mother's lips and throat, sometimes sounding like weeping, expressing my mother's physical and mental pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out, gently exhaling those joyful notes into my mother's mouth as we kissed.

My mother started lifting her buttocks more vigorously to meet my thrusting. I knew she wanted it to go faster, and that was exactly what I wanted. I began to penetrate her love faster and more fiercely. I felt like I was on fire, vigorously cultivating my mother's body. I had never felt so comfortable, so excited. Even

now, as I write this, I can still fully experience the feelings of that day.

My mother was nearing her climax. She began to involuntarily and violently sway her hips, her tongue rapidly moving in and out of my mouth. Her moans became rapid and discontinuous, eventually turning into a sound like that of someone being held captive.

At this moment, my mother's hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, each thrust pulling me deeper into her body. Then she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her now incredibly juicy flesh even deeper and more forcefully. I slid my hands onto her two plump buttocks, so that when I thrust in, I could reach even deeper into her body. I began to move more violently, each thrust harder and deeper, my hot weapon piercing through my mother's trembling lower body, which was overflowing with love juice.

I was astonished. How could a delicate woman like my mother withstand such a fierce onslaught from me?

My mother's body was like a small boat in a stormy sea under my frenzied movements, yet her actions still told me that she wanted me to love her faster and more intensely.

At this moment, we were like super-efficient lovemaking machines, working in perfect sync, well-lubricated, and intimately intertwined, rising and falling, one going in and the other out. I don't know how I managed to hold on for so long. In fact, ever since entering my mother's magical lower body, I've been on the verge of climax every second. And now I can't hold back any longer. But I tensed my muscles with all my might. No, not yet. Mom hasn't come yet. I want to make this the best time of Mom's life. Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it's here. Mom has come too.

I thrust in very, very deep, my mother's buttocks sinking deep into the sofa cushions. Then, as she bounced back, it nearly lifted us both into the air. Each deep thrust was accompanied by a muffled, animalistic sound from my throat, while my mother's moans mingled with them. Our mouths remained pressed together, breathing heavily, our faces wet with sweat and saliva. Now, my mother and I were like two pure beasts, entwined with all the wildness in our bodies, inseparable for a moment.

Finally, my mother let out a hissing sound as if struggling, her beautiful body suddenly straightening, her back arching like a beautiful bow, her shapely buttocks entwined with my lower body in the air.

Mom's whole body was spasming violently, and I felt her flesh tightly touching me, like the movements when sobbing, ah, mom is coming, and I finally relaxed my tense muscles.

When I began to feel like I was about to ejaculate in my mother's belly, and when I felt the unparalleled radiating sensation, I finally roared out, and at the same time, I thrust my lower body straight into the trembling depths of my mother, where I sprayed wave after wave of love for my mother into her depths.

Waves of ecstasy began to ripple throughout my body, pleasure I had never experienced before, feelings I had never experienced before, and all this made me climb higher when I felt that my mother's orgasm was as violent as mine.

As if under a spell, my mother and I embraced, sharing this thrilling pleasure. It felt like an eternity, a very long and indescribably blissful time.

Finally, my mother let out a long, satisfied sigh, her taut body sinking back into the sofa.

I, too, descended from my peak, letting my weary body lie on top of her, allowing my breathing to slow down.

After a while, I suddenly realized that my entire weight was pressing down on my mother, so I adjusted my position to ease her tension, but I was careful to keep my lower body still joined to hers.

For a long time, my mother and I remained silent. This experience with her filled us both with an indescribable sense of gratitude.

My heart soared with joy and pride.

To be able to deeply sow my own semen, my own seed, within my mother's willing genitals filled me with a sense of pride.

Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil within my mother's body that nurtured my life, and now, this fertile soil was filled and nourished by my semen, my seed of life… This thought suddenly struck me.

Finally, Mom opened her beautiful eyes, gazing at me with deep affection. A smile bloomed on her face, her whole body radiating the happiness she felt after making love with the one she loved in Shenzhen. "Oh, I love you," Mom's voice became a little hoarse. I had never felt so good before. "My God, it's true," I said, "I feel the same way too, Mom." I told her, "I never knew I could be so happy. I love you so much, Mom. You are my best love. I've heard that there's not much difference between big and small... but," Mom whispered, "but... yours... yours..." Thank you, thank you for making me feel so good. "

Mom, your happiness is mine," I kissed Mom passionately.

"Ah, no, it's not just because it's been so long..." Mom chuckled softly. If you think Mom just wanted to enjoy sexual pleasure, you're wrong.

Mom reached out and cupped my face, gazing at me, her large brown eyes shimmering with love. "Yes, Mom's good child, Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

Mom's true affection immediately excited me again. My lower body tensed up again, throbbing in Mom's wetness, quickly becoming as hard as it had been at the beginning. "Ah, my God," Mom exclaimed with a smile, "it's about to move again." Of course, look at the temptation placed before it! The most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world!

My mother and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other. After a while, my restlessness returned, and I began thrusting in and out of her.

This time, I moved slowly and gently, filling the living room with a sensual, decadent beauty. The kisses and caresses expressed the tenderness between mother and son.

Gradually, this gentle flame ignited again, and my mother and I once again reached the peak of sensual pleasure in our intense lovemaking.

When my mother and I finally returned from the paradise of pleasure, and it was time to reconnect with our love, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Although most of our love juices clung to my mother's robe and a considerable amount remained on the sofa, we cleaned it together. I accompanied her to her bedroom door, where I gently caressed her breasts and buttocks, giving her a light kiss. My mother quickly and firmly squeezed my hand in return.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and everyone in the family was overjoyed, even my usually serious father.

But my mother was the happiest; she was immersed in a joy akin to rebirth. I had never seen her so happy, which made me incredibly happy, because I knew it was because the emptiness she had felt for so many years had been filled by her son's semen the previous night.

Several times that day, when my mother and I had a chance to be alone, we secretly kissed passionately, caressing each other and indulging in this forbidden pleasure.

I was very careful to hide my erection from my father and sister.

Because it was a holiday, my father drank a few more drinks that night and went to bed early.

My sister was going to a New Year's Eve party with her boyfriend, so my mother and I decided that we would go to church together for the ceremony.

Even though we had an incestuous relationship, which is considered one of the worst sins in the Bible, it sounded a little strange that we would go to the ceremony together.

However, I feel I should thank God because I believe He sent my mother to me. On the way there with my mother, we talked about this for a while, and I realized that she had the same thoughts as me.

I only learned about my mother's true feelings about our relationship later.

Now it seems like she was looking for an excuse for what had already happened, trying to balance the feelings of guilt and unease in her heart.

But I swear, my mother and I both believed, and still believe, from the bottom of our hearts, that the extraordinary mother-son love we shared, including our sexual relationship, was a sacred thing, a precious gift from God.

My mother told me this: "When I first noticed your attitude towards me that went beyond the normal mother-son relationship, and when I found that this attitude excited me, I thought about it a lot, very deeply.

Finally, I came to this idea: I think God gave humanity sex not only for reproduction, but also as a gift of pleasure.

So that when we express our feelings of love, we can fully enjoy the pleasure that sex brings."

If I love someone more than anyone else, like I love you, then I can find no other way to express this deep affection than to willingly offer my body to you.

I know you want to make love to me, and I know this will give you that.

When I went home for Christmas, I had only been in university for a year. What surprised me most was how my mother had suddenly become such a beautiful woman while I was away.

My mother hadn't actually changed at all; what had changed was the way I looked at her three months after I entered university.

Actually, I've met many beautiful girls at university, and I've even become very close to two very pretty girls.

But when I got off the plane and saw the radiant smile on my mother's face, and the beautiful curves of her body that couldn't be hidden under her winter coat, I immediately had a strong feeling that the mother standing in front of me must be the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother opened her arms and hugged me tightly, happily and generously giving me a kiss. Oh, when I went home with my family who came to pick me up at the airport, I had to be careful not to let them see my unsightly son.

Before I continue this story, I'd like to add a few words. When I was young—let's say, when I first learned that imagining beautiful women while groping my penis could bring me pleasure—my mother was often the first person I thought of.

However, during my puberty, fearing I might go astray, my mother disciplined me a lot. She became a "parent" I had to be constantly wary of. My fantasies during my groping gradually shifted to girls my age.

And eventually, when some of those fantasies became real experiences for some of those girls, I paid less attention to my mother, even though she was far more attractive and alluring than any of them.

So, when I saw my mother at the airport, when I suddenly looked at her with completely new eyes, all those feelings I had for her from my memories were revived, and even more intensely than before. I had to struggle to shift my gaze from her to my father and sister, who had come with her to pick me up at the airport.

By the way, let me describe my mother to you.

In every way, she is a very petite and charming woman.

Standing at approximately 1.6 meters tall and weighing over 110 kilograms, she possessed a remarkably beautiful figure: high, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a prominent, rounded bottom—her hips were truly captivating. Her legs weren't particularly long, but their proportions were perfect, complemented by smooth, shapely ankles, pleasing calves, delicate knees, and thighs that gracefully extended to her rounded hips. It was as if this wasn't enough to draw my gaze. My mother's face was also the most beautiful I knew. She had thick, dark brown hair, large, dark brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, a round face with dimples, full lips, and a small chin.

Her smile, especially when she was truly happy, possessed a fiery infectiousness, like a beautiful, blooming flower.

My mother is a warm and kind woman, but sometimes shy. She is intelligent and sensitive, and beneath her calm and peaceful exterior lies a strong-willed woman.

I have no doubt that deep down, she is a woman of profound emotion and fiery passion.

To me, my mother is a perfect woman in this world.

(That might sound a bit exaggerated, but what can I say? The words above only express a fraction of the intense love I feel for my mother, the woman who gave me life and raised me.

)

Okay, let's get back to our story.

That night, I was in a state of dizziness; everything around me seemed so bright and beautiful.

Everyone in the family was overjoyed to see me come home.

I tried to return to the person I was before I left home, but I always felt a little unnatural, a little awkward.

I couldn't shake off the breathtaking beauty my mother exuded; I had to constantly remind myself not to let my gaze linger on her.

Several times, I felt my mother sensed my unusual attention, which made her a little shy and embarrassed.

And what happened to me was that my entire being was immersed in this intense love for her—I fell in love with my mother.

It was a love I had never experienced before, more intense and profound than any emotion I had felt before; I was completely captivated, unable to extricate myself.

That night, I masturbated, and the object of my fantasies was my dear mother.

After ejaculating, I quickly fell asleep and slept until dawn.

The next day, I managed to control my emotions and try to behave normally.

My father and sister were both busy, so I spent most of the day alone with my mother.

I tried my best to appear normal, but my strong desire to be with her was impossible to hide.

My mother accepted my new attitude towards her in a very warm and affectionate way.

We talked about the past, and my mother even told me things from her childhood and when she was a teenager, things she had never told me before.

I helped her with housework and went shopping with her.

When she hinted that I should visit some of my old friends, I mustered up the courage to tell her that she was my oldest and best friend, and that I wanted to spend time with her.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in my tone that made my mother blush, and she whispered something, looking a little embarrassed.

And so, our relationship truly began to resemble that of a close friend, no longer just that of a mother and son.

That evening, my father and sister went to bed earlier than my mother and me, so around eleven o'clock, my mother and I ate a late-night snack together in the kitchen.

After we finished eating, my mother stood by the water to wash the dishes, and I stood up behind her and put my arm around her.

When Mom turned to face me, I mustered my courage and said, "Mom, I have to tell you, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm so proud to have you as my mother."

Hearing this, Mom gave me a happy smile, reached out, and hooked her arm around my neck.

I took the opportunity to pull Mom into my arms. Mom looked up at me, and I lowered my head and naturally kissed her lips.

For a long time, Mom and I remained in that kiss, letting me slide into a quick abyss; then, Mom laughed and gently pushed us apart a little. "

Thank you," Mom whispered, "that's the best compliment I've ever received."

I wanted to say more words of praise, but my courage left me.

Mom and I were immersed in this warm embrace, and then Mom said to me, "It's time to sleep, goodnight, thank you for your help today." Mom quickly kissed me again and went back.

That night, I masturbated again, imagining my hand as Mom's tightly locked vagina. This time, even after ejaculating, I still couldn't fall asleep.

That night, the hug and kiss with my mother made me incredibly excited. I felt I had made some progress in my relationship with her, but where would this burning desire lead me? My mother is a very proper woman; she would never entertain the idea of becoming lovers with her son, and that's probably exactly what I, as her son, am thinking.

But I know my father isn't a very passionate man, and I'm certain their sex life has cooled considerably. Moreover, beneath my mother's seemingly calm exterior, I'm sure she harbors a strong sexual desire. At that moment, she must be like a smoldering fire.

She is so beautiful; her life must be filled with passionate love, and I'm certain she yearns for that kind of love, a love as fiery as a flame.

And I was already burning with this fiery love; I couldn't control myself, I had to express this love to her.

The next day, just like the first, I spent most of my time with her. We talked about more things, and I helped her more.

However, a few times I stopped what I was doing, just looked at her, and said things like, "You're so beautiful." Each time, Mom looked embarrassed, but I could tell these words made her happy.

That night, Mom and I were still the last two to go to bed, and we shared snacks together in the kitchen. When she stood by the sink, I hugged her again. This time, because of what I had done during the day, I could express myself more fluently.

I told my mom how happy I was to be with her, that the three months I'd been away from her showed how important she was to me, and that although I'd always thought she was a very beautiful woman, I only now truly realized just how beautiful she was, to the point that I always felt like I couldn't get enough of her.

My mom readily accepted my compliments and kisses. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and because I'm a little taller, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach my lips.

While kissing my mom, my penis was already rock hard, and because we were hugging so tightly, my penis was pressing directly against her soft belly.

If Mom didn't realize it at the time, I think it was because she was probably as confused as I was about our kissing. I could see the genuine love she felt for me; she was willing to accept it and actually reveled in feeling loved and needed. But on the other hand, this kiss, which seemed inappropriate between mother and son, did make her feel uneasy.

Mom hadn't completely opened herself up to me, at least not yet.

Even so, we kissed several times, and then Mom would take the initiative to let go, say goodnight, and leave.

However, when she let go, she seemed reluctant. Could it be that my passion made me misunderstand? I really hoped she truly wanted to stay in my arms and didn't want to leave.

The next day was Saturday. My sister stayed home all day, and Dad came home in the afternoon.

That day, I ran errands for Mom several times, took her to the city to buy daily necessities, and patiently waited for her.

Finally, Mom said to me, "You really spoil me. With you by my side, I'm really not used to it." "

Mom, am I annoying you?" I asked her. "Ah, of course not," Mom said eagerly. "Not at all. This feeling is wonderful. I never expected you to be so understanding. I... ah, I'm so, so happy. Believe me, Mom—I love having you by my side."

When she told me, her tone was very certain, which confirmed my mother's feelings for me and made me very excited.

That evening, my sister had a date, and my father, after watching a TV program, finally went to bed, even though it was really late for me.

But in the end, my mother and I had another chance to be alone together.

Just like the previous days, my mother and I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack. This time, I didn't wait for her to stand by the sink; I just pulled her into my arms, leaning her back against the sink. "Mom," I breathed rapidly, "you're so beautiful. I want to hold you like this and kiss you. This feeling is so wonderful!"

My lips pressed against my mother's, and I gently lifted her off the ground, using the sink to support her beautiful body. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my erection pressing against her lower abdomen, her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My

mother let me kiss her like that. At first, she seemed a little nervous, just keeping her mouth closed as I kissed her. Slowly, she began to respond actively, opening her lips.

I pressed her tightly against the sink while my hands began to explore her body.

This feeling was truly... ah, but it didn't last long. Finally, my mother managed to turn her head to the side, moved her hands between us, and forcefully pushed me away.

My mother's face flushed crimson, so beautiful, her breathing rapid.

She whispered, almost as a sigh, "I...I'm so glad you think I'm beautiful, but...really, you're so mean. I'm your mother, not your girlfriend.

But, Mom, I love you more than any other woman. You just...no, a mother and son can't be like

this. I...I can't. I'm a little scared.

You've really, really wronged me." My expression was incredibly dejected.

I felt like screaming.

I thought I had achieved my dream, that Mom was my lover, but now...Mom, I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you.

I just couldn't control myself, couldn't control wanting to do this. Do you hate me, Mom? Mom hooked her arm around my neck again, pulling me closer. No, no, ah, actually, Mom was really touched that you wanted to do this for Mom.

Then, Mom gently kissed my lips, a light kiss as if to reaffirm her love for me.

It's partly Mom's fault. I shouldn't have let you, um, let you do so much for Mom. I think, I think.

I just really wanted this feeling you gave me.

As she spoke, I felt her suddenly nipple lightly against me, then abruptly push me away and turn away.

I stood there, stunned, letting my thoughts wander.

What should I do now?

What was going on? I had no doubt that Mom was actually happy to do what we had just been doing, and I was sure she wanted to continue.

But could Mom really completely let go? Right now, Mom had already told me not to, and if I ignored her warning, would I lose even this good mother-son relationship we had built up? That night, I thought about it over and over until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep.

The next day, our family went to church together, and when I saw Mom intentionally standing next to me, I felt a little relieved.

Actually, during the prayers, Mom's hips and thighs were pressed tightly against me, keeping me in a state of sexual arousal.

All day long, Mom was very attentive and kind to me. But that night, when Dad got up to go to bed, she went with him, unlike usual.

Later, I quietly walked past my parents' bedroom and heard them making love. I felt like I'd been shot.

The following day, Dad and my sister went upstairs, leaving Mom and me alone again.

My relationship with Mom remained the good one I'd worked so hard to build, but the atmosphere was a little tense than usual.

I helped her prepare for the holidays; Thursday was Christmas, and Dad and my sister would have a five-day holiday starting Wednesday.

Mom and I kept quiet about what had happened in the kitchen the day before.

But when I sat down to have lunch with my mom, I looked at her and asked, "Mom, are you really satisfied with your life?"

For a moment, Mom just sat there looking puzzled by my question, and finally she answered, "Of course. What... what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, Mom," I said cautiously, "look, Dad works so hard, and he's so serious, and you don't go out with him, and... your dad has always been a good husband, I've never blamed him for that."

I know that, Dad is a good man, he's upright, and he doesn't have other women outside.

I'm proud to have him as my father. But, Mom, you two seem...

you

rarely

talk to each other, and you don't seem to have any common interests.

I think what you've said is true. Your father and I are probably living our own lives. But you might not know this, most marriages that last this long probably end up like this. But, Mom, I don't think your life should just be like this. I dare say, in the short few days I've been back, we've probably talked more together than you and Dad combined in the three months I was gone. Hearing me say this, Mom smiled, but I could hear a sadness in her smile. I... I don't think I dare say that to you. I think you're probably right.

I wanted to say more, but I was afraid I'd go too far.

So we sat silently for a while. I didn't say anything more, so Mom could think about what I had said.

Finally, Mom stood up from the table, looked at me, and said softly, "Mom is so grateful that you've been with me these past few days, giving me someone to talk to."

Honestly, being able to feel needed again made Mom very excited.

I stood up, wanting to hug her, but Mom raised her arm, shook her head, and said, "No, don't pressure Mom. Give me some time. Mom needs to think about it some more. All of this...it's all so sudden. Mom isn't ready."

And just like that, Mom and I went back to how we were before, a mother and son with a harmonious relationship.

But I knew that after this confession, beneath Mom's calm surface, I had ignited a longing for love within her heart.

A real sexual tension had developed between my mother and me.

That night, Mom went to bed early again, but when I quietly passed by once more, she wasn't making love to Dad.

The next morning, as I was preparing breakfast for Mom, my sister came downstairs. Watching us busy together, she said after a while, "Hey, you've really become well-behaved. I thought Mom had found another boyfriend."

I saw Mom's face flush red, so I quickly changed the subject. "Of course! What, are you jealous?" Me? My sister laughed without suspicion. "No way! I have a date tonight!" After Dad and my sister went upstairs, Mom smiled at me and said, "I'm afraid your sister has already noticed that something's not quite right here. Maybe you can't be as nice to me when she's around!" "

What's wrong?" I asked deliberately. "Does that mean I can be nicer to you when your sister isn't around?" Mom blushed a little. "That depends on how nice you are to me, Mom. If you promise, I can be very, very nice to you," I said jokingly, glancing at her sideways. "Very nice." "

Oh my goodness!" Mom chuckled. "You got hurt again! If this keeps up, I really don't know what to do with you!"

I knew very well that soon, Mom and I wouldn't have a chance to be alone together anymore; Dad and my sister's five-day vacation was coming.

Despite my repeated attempts, I couldn't have such a flirtatious conversation with Mom anymore. She always carefully avoided it, but gradually she started joking about my '

sexual interest' in her

, which made me feel

that she was beginning to accept my thoughts.

Finally, evening arrived, the eve of New Year's Eve. My sister went out on a date, while Dad kept flipping through the newspaper or watching TV. I was really afraid he wouldn't be able to go to sleep that night.

Mom was baking something.

Finally, Dad said goodnight to us and went upstairs.

I sat in the kitchen watching Mom busy herself, enjoying the heartfelt joy that came from the graceful curves of her body as she moved around.

Every now and then, Mom would glance at me and give me a warm smile.

Finally, Mom cut a slice of cake for both of us, then made us each a chocolate bar, and sat down beside me.

We ate our snacks in silence, only occasionally looking at each other.

The way Mom ate was so cute. Ah, no, actually, I love everything about her. I love her, this woman.

After we finished eating, I reached out and took Mom's hand in mine. Mom immediately squeezed my hand tightly with hers. For a few minutes, Mom and I just held hands like that, and I stared at Mom's beautiful face. Mom would occasionally lift her lowered head, her bright brown eyes looking at me with a calm but meaningful gaze—at least that's how it seemed to me.

"Mom," I whispered, "I hope what my sister said this morning is true. I would be so proud if I could really be your boyfriend."

Hearing this, Mom immediately stood up, cleared the plates from in front of us, and put them in the water.

When she turned back, she reached out and gently pulled me up.

What happened next felt like a dream; I only remember that we were embracing again, Mom lying on the sink, and we kissed. Oh my god, that was a real kiss! In my remaining lucidity, I could feel that Mom had opened herself up to me.

After a while, I picked her up and sat her on the sink. I stood between her legs, holding her warm body tightly.

My mother gripped my neck tightly with both hands, her soft breasts pressed against my chest.

Then, she wrapped her legs around my waist, making us even more intertwined.

The height of the sink meant my taut penis was positioned between her legs, so that my penis was pressed tightly against her vagina through our clothes.

We opened our mouths, letting our tongues tease each other. Ah, Mom, I couldn't help but cry out, my penis throbbing against my mother's most private and precious place.

My mother was ready, I knew she was ready.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car door closing. It must be my sister coming back from her date.

My God, why did she have to come back at this time? Why didn't that bastard take her somewhere else and keep her there a little longer?

Mom quickly jumped off the sink, grabbed a tissue, and used it to wipe the lipstick stains left from our passionate kiss. I wiped them off for Mom too, to make her look more natural. "

You'd better sit down first," Mom whispered, eyeing my bulge in the crotch, a warning that anyone would see it immediately.

A little while later, my sister came into the kitchen, looking excited. It seemed like her date that evening went well. "How was the date?" I asked her, winking. "

How was it?!" my sister drawled. "I'm not telling you!"

We both laughed. Mom made my sister a cake and a cup of chocolates too. My sister, still excited about her date, sat there chatting endlessly. Finally, Mom got up, said goodnight, and went home.

I was filled with resentment. Such a golden opportunity had slipped away, and I didn't know when I'd have another chance like it.

Shortly after Mom left, my sister, having had her fill of excitement, went to rest as well.

Helpless, I went into the living room and sat on the sofa. The only light in the room was from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow through the window.

If Mom and I had been there earlier, or if Mom had given me a chance during the day, we would have had several hours to be together.

But now, Mom was asleep. If she thought about it carefully before bed, if she changed her mind, then I might never have another chance like that. If that were the case, I really didn't know how I would go on.

Suddenly, I heard a soft creaking sound from the floor, followed by a rustling sound.

My heart almost stopped beating.

It was Mom, Mom's petite and delicate figure standing at the top of the stairs.

I was stunned, like I'd been struck by lightning, sitting dumbfounded on the sofa watching Mom gently walk towards me and sit beside me.

Then I hugged her tightly again, pulling her soft, delicate body into my arms. Mom was wearing a wool robe, and I wondered what she was wearing underneath.

Mom's robe was only loosely tied, slightly open, and I tentatively reached my hand inside. Ah, I touched Mom's bare skin! My hands filled my mother's smooth, soft breasts, feeling her nipples hard against them. As I couldn't help but knead them, my mother let out a sweet moan and brought her lips closer to mine. My mother's breasts felt wonderful. I had kneaded other girls' breasts before, some larger than my mother's, but my mother's breasts still felt the best in my hands. I pulled away from my mother's kiss and moved my mouth down until I took her nipple into my mouth.

My mother reached out and cupped my head from behind, twisting her body, her robe opening even wider.

I untied the knot in her robe, and it slid open easily to both sides. I slowly opened the robe completely, and for the first time, my mother's perfect body was fully revealed before me. The light coming through the window wasn't very bright, but it was enough for me to see this fair and beautiful body clearly. My mother's breasts were round and firm, protruding from her chest. Her thighs flowed down like water to her ankles, along with her alluring hips, her perfectly positioned navel, and her slightly protruding abdomen—everything was perfect, full of feminine charm.

Between my mother's perfect thighs was a delicate 'V'

-shaped patch of soft pubic hair, and to me, the most precious place in the world was hidden beneath this lush pubic hair.

Ah, my mother's body before me was more perfect than I had ever imagined. None of my previous fantasies had ever given me the shock of seeing my mother's real body.

My hands slid along my mother's soft thighs and firm abdomen.

My fingers ran through the soft pubic hair on her beautifully rounded mons pubis. My mother opened her legs, and my hands touched her warm, moist vulva. Instantly, I felt as if I were in heaven; nothing could compare to the pleasure I felt. The girls I had dated before paled in comparison to my beautiful mother. Ah, Mother, Mother, at this moment I couldn't even believe it was real.

My mother wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Take off your clothes quickly, Mom wants you, Mom wants you." I frantically undressed with her help, becoming completely naked like her. Then, my mother lay back, pulling me onto her. She placed one leg on the sofa back and the other on the floor, spreading her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming flower.

She reached out her small hand and grasped mine, gasping, "My God, yours is so big!"

The sheer size didn't deter her. She pulled it between her legs, gently parting her lips with her other hand and placing it at the entrance of her love.

I watched intently, because my mother was rather small, and her "flower garden" might be quite cramped.

I gently lifted my hips and slowly, softly pushed myself

into my mother's narrow, wet vagina.

My mother was already very wet; otherwise, I doubted my enormous size could have penetrated so narrowly

. I suppressed the urge to thrust myself into my mother

's body and continued my slow, in-and-out movements. Little by little, I pushed myself completely into my mother's body until my pubic hair intertwined with hers, and my testicles pressed against her buttocks.

I think I've reached my mother's limit. If it were any longer, it wouldn't fit any further. My mother is completely filled; it's just right for her.

After I was fully inside her, I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my entire penis being tightly embraced by her warm, wet vagina. As

my huge penis slowly entered my mother's tender and juicy love, she occasionally let out soft moans, yet she still twisted her lower body to yield to my intrusion.

Perhaps because my penis was so large, invading her virgin territory that had never been touched before, my mother's moans sounded somewhat painful. But even so, it was clear she wanted it; she wanted me to penetrate her to the deepest part of her body.

So, when I had reached the limit of her physical capabilities and paused briefly, my mother's whole body trembled with excitement. I heard her soft, repeated moans in my ears, "Ah, ah, this is unbelievable, we finally, finally did it, ah, ah," her moans mingled with intermittent groans of pain. "

Mom, are you alright?" I asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you?"

Ah, no, no, it feels so good inside me, so full, so wonderful.

I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. She eagerly extended her tongue, and at the same time, lifted her lower body towards me.

I knew this was her signal, telling me she was ready, so I began to move inside her.

Gently and slowly, I withdrew my slightly stinging penis from her tightness, and then gently inserted it again.

Gradually, I felt my mother's insides becoming slipperier, but she still gave me a tight, virginal feeling. As I penetrated her, my mother began to lift her hips in response to my movements.

She let me thrust her buttocks deep into the soft cushions of the sofa, and when I pulled back, the cushion's elasticity would bounce her back to meet my movements.

I began to play with my mother's smooth, full breasts, thrusting into her continuously, kissing her, squeezing, and pinching her breasts and nipples.

My mother's hands excitedly slid quickly across my back, sometimes sliding down to my buttocks.

My God, to be able to penetrate my beloved mother's tense yet smooth vagina, to be able to tease and play with my mother's tongue, to be able to freely caress my mother's soft and beautiful body while feeling the pleasure brought by my mother's hands stroking my back—could there be anything more intoxicating than this? I simply cannot believe it.

Soft moans came from my mother's lips and throat, sometimes sounding like weeping, expressing my mother's physical and mental pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out, gently exhaling those joyful notes into my mother's mouth as we kissed.

My mother started to lift her buttocks more vigorously to meet my thrusting. I knew she wanted it to go faster, and that was exactly what I wanted. I began to penetrate her love faster and more fiercely. I felt like I was on fire, vigorously cultivating my mother's body. I had never felt so comfortable, so excited. Even

now, as I write this, I can still fully experience the feeling of that day.

My mother was about to reach her climax. She began to involuntarily and violently sway her hips. Her tongue quickly darted in and out of my mouth. Her moans became rapid and discontinuous, eventually becoming a moan that seemed to come only when being penetrated.

At this moment, my mother's hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, each thrust pulling me deeper into her body. Then she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her now incredibly juicy flesh even more deeply and forcefully. I slid my hands to her two plump buttocks, so that I could reach even deeper into her body when I thrust in. I began to move more violently, each thrust harder and deeper, my hot weapon piercing my mother's trembling lower body, which was overflowing with love juice.

I marveled at how such a delicate woman as my mother could withstand such intense assaults.

My mother's body was like a small boat in a stormy sea under my frenzied movements, yet her actions still told me that she wanted me to love her faster and more fiercely.

At this moment, we were like super-efficient lovemaking machines, working in perfect sync, well-lubricated, and intimately intertwined, rising and falling, one going in and the other out. I don't know how I managed to hold on for so long. In fact, ever since entering my mother's magical lower body, I've been on the verge of climax every second. And now I can't hold back any longer. But I tensed my muscles with all my might. No, not yet. Mom hasn't come yet. I want to make this the best time of Mom's life. Mom, Mom, ah, Mom, it's here. Mom has come too.

I thrust in very, very deep, my mother's buttocks sinking deep into the sofa cushions. Then, as she bounced back, it nearly lifted us both into the air. Each deep thrust was accompanied by a muffled, animalistic sound from my throat, while my mother's moans mingled with them. Our mouths remained pressed together, breathing heavily, our faces wet with sweat and saliva. Now, my mother and I were like two pure beasts, entwined with all the wildness in our bodies, inseparable for a moment.

Finally, my mother let out a hissing sound as if struggling, her beautiful body suddenly straightening, her back arching like a beautiful bow, her shapely buttocks entwined with my lower body in the air.

Mom's whole body was spasming violently, and I felt her flesh tightly touching me, like the movements when sobbing, ah, mom is coming, and I finally relaxed my tense muscles.

When I began to feel like I was about to ejaculate in my mother's belly, and when I felt the unparalleled radiating sensation, I finally roared out, and at the same time, I thrust my lower body straight into the trembling depths of my mother, where I sprayed wave after wave of love for my mother into her depths.

Waves of ecstasy began to ripple throughout my body, pleasure I had never experienced before, feelings I had never experienced before, and all this made me climb higher when I felt that my mother's orgasm was as violent as mine.

As if under a spell, my mother and I embraced, sharing this thrilling pleasure. It felt like an eternity, a very long and indescribably blissful time.

Finally, my mother let out a long, satisfied sigh, her taut body sinking back into the sofa.

I, too, descended from my peak, letting my weary body lie on top of her, allowing my breathing to slow down.

After a while, I suddenly realized that my entire weight was pressing down on my mother, so I adjusted my position to ease her tension, but I was careful to keep my lower body still joined to hers.

For a long time, my mother and I remained silent. This experience with her filled us both with an indescribable sense of gratitude.

My heart soared with joy and pride.

To be able to deeply sow my own semen, my own seed, within my mother's willing genitals filled me with a sense of pride.

Eighteen years ago, it was this fertile soil within my mother's body that nurtured my life, and now, this fertile soil was filled and nourished by my semen, my seed of life… This thought suddenly struck me.

Finally, Mom opened her beautiful eyes, gazing at me with deep affection. A smile bloomed on her face, her whole body radiating the happiness she felt after making love with the one she loved in Shenzhen. "Oh, I love you," Mom's voice became a little hoarse. I had never felt so good before. "My God, it's true," I said, "I feel the same way too, Mom." I told her, "I never knew I could be so happy. I love you so much, Mom. You are my best love. I've heard that there's not much difference between big and small... but," Mom whispered, "but... yours... yours..." Thank you, thank you for making me feel so good. "

Mom, your happiness is mine," I kissed Mom passionately.

"Ah, no, it's not just because it's been so long..." Mom chuckled softly. If you think Mom just wanted to enjoy sexual pleasure, you're wrong.

Mom reached out and cupped my face, gazing at me, her large brown eyes shimmering with love. "Yes, Mom's good child, Mom loves you more than anything in this world."

Mom's true affection immediately excited me again. My lower body tensed up again, throbbing in Mom's wetness, quickly becoming as hard as it had been at the beginning. "Ah, my God," Mom exclaimed with a smile, "it's about to move again." Of course, look at the temptation placed before it! The most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world!

My mother and I kissed again, passionately caressing each other. After a while, my restlessness returned, and I began thrusting in and out of her.

This time, I moved slowly and gently, filling the living room with a sensual, decadent beauty. The kisses and caresses expressed the tenderness between mother and son.

Gradually, this gentle flame ignited again, and my mother and I once again reached the peak of sensual pleasure in our intense lovemaking.

When my mother and I finally returned from the paradise of pleasure, and it was time to reconnect with our love, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Although most of our love juices clung to my mother's robe and a considerable amount remained on the sofa, we cleaned it together. I accompanied her to her bedroom door, where I gently caressed her breasts and buttocks, giving her a light kiss. My mother quickly and firmly squeezed my hand in return.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and everyone in the family was overjoyed, even my usually serious father.

But my mother was the happiest; she was immersed in a joy akin to rebirth. I had never seen her so happy, which made me incredibly happy, because I knew it was because the emptiness she had felt for so many years had been filled by her son's semen the previous night.

Several times that day, when my mother and I had a chance to be alone, we secretly kissed passionately, caressing each other and indulging in this pleasure that was forbidden by society.

I was very careful to hide my erection from my father and sister.

Because it was a holiday, my father drank a few more glasses that night and went to bed early.

My sister was going to a New Year's Eve party with her boyfriend, so my mother and I decided that we would go to church together for the ceremony.

Even though we had an incestuous relationship, which is considered one of the worst sins in the Bible, it sounded a little strange that we were going to the ceremony together.

However, I felt I should thank God because I believed He had given me my mother. On the way there, my mother and I talked about this for a while, and I realized that she shared the same thoughts as me.

I only learned about my mother's true feelings about our relationship later.

Now it sounds like I'm finding an excuse for what's already happened, trying to balance the guilt and unease in my heart.

But I swear, my mother and I both believed, and still believe, from the bottom of our hearts, that the extraordinary mother-son love we shared, including our interracial relationship, was a sacred thing, a precious gift from God.

My mother told me this: when I first noticed your attitude towards me that went beyond the normal mother-son relationship, and when I found that this attitude excited me, I thought about it a lot, very deeply.

Finally, I had an idea: I think God gave humanity sex not just for reproduction, but also as a gift of joy.

This way, when we express our feelings of love, we can fully enjoy the pleasure that sex brings.

If I love someone more than anyone else, like I love you, then I can find no other way to express this deep affection except by willingly offering my body to you.

I know you want to make love to me, and I know that this will give you that.

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