Incestuous relationship between mother and son involving kissing while drunk.

My wife and I have a great relationship and a harmonious sex life. Two years after we got married, we decided to have a child.
After my wife was four months pregnant, she went to my parents' house in a suburban county 50 kilometers away to recuperate, while I continued the weekly commute. Since my job was relatively easy, I often had half the week off, so I stayed at my parents' house during this time. My family lives in a four-story house with a separate yard. My parents' bedroom is on the first floor, and my room before I got married was next door on the same floor. When we returned, my wife and I slept in that room.
I'm the eldest child in my family, with a younger sister and brother, who are at most two years apart in age. My brother and sister went to study in other cities shortly after my marriage. My father also works away from home doing business, usually only returning for the Chinese New Year or when there's a major event. So, my mother is usually alone at home.
Therefore, my mother was extremely happy when my wife and I returned. And now, I'm the only man in the house.
It must have happened in May. Summer was already in the air, and my wife's belly was growing bigger, though she was still quite mobile. We were still able to have sex once a week, though due to various concerns, I was never quite satisfied, and my wife felt a little guilty.
That night, since we had decided to wait until after the baby was born to have sex, we didn't lock the door. I was woken up by mosquitoes shortly after falling asleep. After lighting mosquito coils, I felt thirsty and went to the living room to get some water.
Just as I was drinking, the door to the opposite room suddenly opened, and my mother came out. Since I only had the corner lamp on, I could only vaguely see her wearing a pink nightgown, the hem of which was very short, her two snow-white legs particularly eye-catching, as she walked towards me.
For a moment, I was stunned. I never imagined my mother, at forty-six or forty-seven, could be so sexy! I even forgot to greet her. When she reached me, I suddenly realized what was happening, and the cup in my hand wobbled, spilling the water.
"Ah!!" A short, panicked scream pulled me back to reality. Looking closely, I saw that my mother's chest was wet from the water glass in my hand. Her thin silk harem nightgown clung to her body, revealing her curves, and the two nipples on her firm breasts trembled up and down in my eyes as she pulled back. My throat suddenly
felt dry; I swallowed hard and quickly whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see." "Oh~, it's Zhiqiang!" My mother breathed a sigh of relief, her right hand on her chest. "I, I'm fine. I was careless, and I forgot my glasses." "Wipe it off!" I turned around, grabbed two tissues from the coffee table, and handed them to her, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at her chest.
My mother snapped out of her panic, clutching her clothes with her right hand, taking the tissues from my hand with her left, and walked past me.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it in the bathroom myself." "Oh, okay~!" Watching my mother's beautiful back as she entered the bathroom, her rounded buttocks supporting the slightly open nightgown, I could clearly feel her alluring curves, and my penis involuntarily hardened... Oh no! How could I have such lustful thoughts about my own mother!
My desires hadn't been properly released this past week, and this stimulation made me lose control. My mind wandered, and an impulsive lust led me to the bathroom door. Through the frosted glass, I could vaguely see my mother sitting on the toilet, imagining the sound of her urine spraying against the toilet bowl. Then, her graceful figure arched forward, her left hand reaching down, followed by the sound of flushing water.
Good heavens, my mother was using the tissue I gave her to wipe her genitals? She wasn't wearing underwear?
My mother looked at herself in the mirror, stretched her skirt, and turned around to open the door.
I quickly stepped back and said, "Mom, are you alright? What's wrong? Still can't sleep so late?" "Ah! Yes, so many mosquitoes! So annoying!" My mother, who had just stepped out the door, didn't expect me to speak so immediately and paused noticeably. "Actually, I was already asleep, those pesky mosquitoes!" "Hehe, me too!" I turned around, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her. "Mom, have some water, it's so hot!" I unconsciously rubbed my hand against hers.
"Oh, okay!" A blush flashed across my mother's face, I didn't know if she was thinking about the glimpse of her skin earlier or guessing my intentions. But she still obediently took it and brought it to her lips.
My eyes could no longer leave my mother's chest. So close, and with my superb eyesight, the silk nightgown clung to her body, making her ample breasts even more alluring. From the low-cut neckline, I could even see some blue veins faintly visible on her jade-like chest, exuding a faint fleshy fragrance. Her armpits looked freshly shaved, and her glistening arms seemed to reflect light under the dim corner lamp, yet also seemed almost transparent.
"The Drunken Concubine!" The phrase suddenly flashed through my mind. Perhaps I wasn't quite tipsy yet, but my mother at that moment… I think she was alluring enough. At least, I was "stunned" at the time, and the image remains vivid in my mind even now.
"Let's chat for a bit?" I tentatively asked, testing my mother's reaction. "I can't sleep! Can you keep me company for a while, Mom?" "Huh?" My mother put down her glass. "Here?! Where's your wife? Is she asleep?" "It's alright. Let's keep our voices down; we shouldn't disturb her." "Okay, anyway, you woke me up."
After saying that, my mother seemed embarrassed, and her blush spread.
We crossed the small hall and went to the balcony. There were still a few cans of beer and some peanuts left over from earlier. I opened one and handed it to her.
"Ah… Great! Perfect for relieving my gloom!" My mother reached out and took it.
"Mom, are you alright? You seem a bit unhappy! Is it because of Dad?!" I knew my mother was upset because Dad always worked out of town, so I asked her deliberately.
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, your dad's not home. Tonight, let my son come over and have a drink with me to cheer me up. Besides, beer won't make me drunk, and even if I do, I'm at home, so what's there to be afraid of?" My mother smiled and said, then took sips of her beer.
We were both leaning against the balcony railing. A crescent moon hung in the sky, its pale light occasionally filtering through my mother's clothes. The streetlights in the distance cast dappled shadows on us through the branches, and the chirping of crickets from some patch of grass was tireless and exceptionally clear. Suddenly
, my desire vanished without a trace. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.
"What's wrong?" my mother asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
"Oh! It's nothing. I was just thinking how long it's been since I've let myself go like this," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Oh? There's a story behind it? Is it about your wife?" "No. How could someone as disciplined as her do this to me?" "Then what?" "It's all too painful to recall!" I sighed deeply. "I won't go into it. I was young then, I didn't understand anything. Looking back now, it really feels like a dream! Cherishing those around you is the most important thing!" With that, I downed my drink in one gulp.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the shadows around us to sway, carrying the mournful calls of wild cats in the distance.
Suddenly, Mom shrank back, clutching the bottle tightly to her chest, her eyes fixed on me.
"What's wrong? Are you cold?" I glanced at her. "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll stay a little longer and have a couple more cans." "No, I can't sleep, and I'm not cold." My mother, somewhat defiantly, also gulped down the wine in her hand. "Honestly, I envy your wife so much, having such a good son like me who is so considerate to her." My mother raised her hand, and I looked at her from her left side. Her nightgown was already dry, but her nipples, following her movement, were still pressed forward, blooming proudly in the wind. My heart started racing again.
I said, "Mom, what's wrong?! Dad—is he not good to you?" My mother shook her head. "You know, we were introduced by someone, and we didn't have any emotional foundation to begin with. Your father doesn't like to talk, and he never says a word when we chat... You know, I can't keep asking him to talk to me. He's six or seven years older than me, we..." As my mother spoke, her voice choked up.
"I really envy you two. You say whatever you want. Your wife told me everything. Although she always says you're lazy, that you're no good, and that she has to do everything, I can feel the happiness in her words." My mother looked directly at me, a mist slowly rising from her eyes.
"Mom, Dad will make you happy too!" Even I felt this lacked conviction; it sounded ridiculously fake.
"I know you're doing well, no need to comfort me. I'm fine, so many years have passed, haven't they?" My mother downed her drink in one gulp, then choked, coughing loudly, which sounded somewhat frightening in the night air.
I quickly reached out and gently patted her back. "Drink slowly, what's the rush?" My mother suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly.
I was stunned. Wasn't this exactly what I wanted? How did I become the one in the passive position? I stared blankly into my mother's eyes, suddenly realizing I didn't understand myself. Was I stupid? Even my own mother… But my body's reaction was completely beyond my conscious control. I felt a sudden chill on my bare chest, followed by a soft, warm, and full sensation. My penis immediately hardened and pressed against my mother's lower abdomen.
My mother seemed a little drunk. Then, I realized what was happening. A surge of lust and the smell of alcohol rushed into my head. Involuntarily, I lowered my head, searching for those two thirsty lips.
My God! In my dazed state… I felt I had never experienced such stimulation before! My mother's beautiful lips were warm and elastic, her tongue soft yet agile, her saliva abundant and just right. My passion was instantly ignited. I tightly embraced her waist. My mother's body was truly like water, limp in my arms. We, fueled by the alcohol, kept seeking each other's saliva, licking each other incessantly. My right hand, not content to stay on her back, slid down and suddenly slipped inside the hem of my mother's skirt…
My mother's delicate body suddenly trembled, and she hurriedly pressed her hand down against me. "No! Not here!" She pulled away from my lips. "Your wife is still inside!" I bent down, picked her up, and carried her back. Her legs wobbled, her arms flailing wildly in the air, unsure of what to do. I quickly entered her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and placed her on the bed.
"Ah..." My mother seemed to only then realize what was happening, but my mouth had already sealed her words. At first, she struggled and resisted, making intermittent protests. Gradually, I tasted the deliciousness of "the drunken concubine" again. By this time, my mother had completely given up struggling and began to slowly immerse herself in our passionate kiss. (Honestly, even now, thinking about my mother's lips still makes me a little aroused. She's the only woman who can arouse me with just a kiss.) Her lips seemed to be able to change, our tongues constantly intertwining and chasing each other... I had never kissed so breathlessly before, I didn't even care about taking a breath, desperately enjoying the dizzying pleasure brought on by the lack of oxygen in my brain.
Finally catching my breath, I opened my eyes and, in the dim light, felt my mother's burning gaze, our panting breaths, and the sensual aura emanating from her.
A surge of incestuous passion coursed through us, and I ripped the thin straps of her bra from her shoulders. With a forceful pull, her nightgown split open, revealing a pair of full, soft breasts that bounced and swayed, their nipples erect and throbbing with blood… I pounced on her again, my left hand reaching behind her waist while my right hand climbed towards those alluring peaks. I grasped them perfectly, firm and smooth—the breasts that had nourished me as a child. I couldn't resist the urge to find my mother's lips. Our lips met again, my hands moving in front of and behind, every part of her body captivating me, from her left breast to her right, from her neck to her buttocks. Her skin was smoother than the nightgown I had torn. Her legs were intertwined… My mother's hands clung tightly to my back, so tightly that my right hand could only rest on one breast. After
a long while, our lips parted.
I gazed into my mother's eyes, and suddenly my impression of her overlapped with that of my wife: the same beauty, the same fiery passion, the same alluring figure, the same smooth, silky skin. Yet, I could discern distinct differences. My wife's lips and tongue were strong and elastic, while my mother's were like downy feathers, so soft no matter how much I squeezed and sucked. My wife's breasts were firm like a young girl's, while my mother's breasts were large and soft. My wife was straightforward and direct, while my mother was gentle and reserved… This fueled my strong desire to reach a higher level.
I became less anxious.
I slowly untied the tattered cloth wrapped around my mother's waist, revealing a body radiating a bluish-white light. My mother was slightly fuller than my wife, but showed no signs of aging. Her once shoulder-length hair was now disheveled at the back of her head, her head slightly tilted, her eyes clear and bright, a few beads of sweat glistening on her delicate nose, her nostrils
flaring rapidly, her lips slightly parted, and below her slender neck were shoulders as sharp as if carved by a knife, down her collarbone to her two towering breasts, the two rubies at their peaks shimmering with an eerie light with her breath. My eyes slowly traveled down from her breasts, from her waist to the perfect curve of her right hip, her hands alternately covering her thighs, following my gaze to between her legs. My mother's long, slender legs were no less impressive than my wife's, and her beautiful knees and the rest of her body (I can't describe it anymore)... I really wondered how God could be so kind to them. At that moment, I even wanted to kneel down and thank God (my mother is a Christian). I was so happy!
I bent down again, my tongue tracing a path from my mother's armpit to her breasts and then to the tips, licking the entire area of the Gobi Desert before finally taking her nipple into my mouth. Her firm breasts couldn't withstand my intrusion, changing shape in my hands... "...Ugh...Ugh...Oh...Ah..." My mother moaned continuously, her hands touching my kneeling waist, pulling down my underwear, grabbing my penis, and stroking it... I suddenly awoke, my right hand immediately sliding down to her swollen valley, reaching that patch of green grass, where some dew already clung. I gently probed downwards; my mother's pubic hair wasn't long, but it was thick, her mons pubis full. As my middle finger probed towards the entrance, her body visibly trembled. When I finally reached the entrance to the paradise that had given me birth, her hand stopped moving.
I couldn't resist any longer. I knelt between my mother's legs, which naturally parted. I pressed my upper body closer and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing more rapid, and her eyes were slightly closed, shimmering with a hazy light… I gripped my penis, rubbing the head against the entrance of her vagina a couple of times. Suddenly, her legs tightened, and her hazy eyes emitted a resentful light. I didn't dare hesitate and thrust hard… "…Ah…!" With a soft cry, my penis was halfway in. I hadn't expected my mother's vagina to be so tight even with such lubrication. Layers of petals surrounded me, constantly writhing, almost making me ejaculate. I gasped, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, rubbed them around once, then lowered my waist and thrust in.
"Ah...!!" My mother cried out again, her legs wrapping around my waist. We remained motionless like that for a long time.
"That's wonderful! Son," my mother whispered in my ear. I couldn't resist such temptation and immediately began. We embraced tightly, and I didn't use any fancy techniques, just thrusting in and out... "...Ah...ah...uh...uh...ah!..." Accompanied by her soft cries and rapid breathing, I wanted to conquer my own mother even more! The
thought of making my mother happy and joyful surged up uncontrollably. My head and back were covered in sweat, and the places where we touched became increasingly slippery. I pulled a pillow under my mother's buttocks, raising her lower body so that my penis could penetrate deeper into her. I pulled my mother's calves forward with both hands, then held her down and thrust into her again with all my might... "...Ah...ah...ah..."
Her voice gradually grew louder, and the sounds coming from her mouth became unconscious moans. Just as I was starting to lose control, my mother screamed, "...Ah...!" I reached my climax! Then I thrust hard, slamming into my mother's clitoris, "...Ah...Ah!!..."
She screamed again, feeling my glans being surrounded by layers of flesh, then a surge of heat erupted, and I ejaculated my pent-up semen deep into my mother's body... After ejaculating, I lay motionless on top of my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and nose, her mouth wide open, panting heavily... Finally, we came to our senses. I held my mother's body, struggling to pull some toilet paper from the bedside table, and slowly withdrew my still-growing penis from her tight, warm, moist, soft, and folded vagina. A stream of white semen flowed down my mother's mons pubis...
"Mom, your son is such a lecherous wolf! He even..." I was filled with remorse!
"No, son, Mom loves you. I've fallen in love with you ever since you grew up! But I know you're my biological son, and I'm your mother. We can't be together! But today, my wish has come true. I can die in peace!" My mother whispered against my chest, her
voice filled with joy. Her words filled me with a mixture of joy and uncertainty.
"Alright, you should go back now. It won't be good if your wife finds out!" I realized then that I had slept with my mother in the room next to my wife's. And I'd been gone for so long, and my wife was going to the bathroom frequently at night. If… I didn't dare think any further. I kissed my mother's eyes, said nothing more, picked up my underwear from the floor, and put it on immediately…
My wife and I had a good relationship and a harmonious sex life. Two years after our marriage, we decided to have a child. After
my wife was four months pregnant, she went back to my parents' house in a suburban county 50 kilometers away to recuperate, while I continued my weekly commute. Since my job was relatively easy, I often had half the week off, so I stayed at my parents' house during that time. My family lives in a four-story villa with a separate yard. My parents' bedroom is on the first floor, and my room before I got married was next door on the same floor. When I came back, my wife and I slept in that room.
I'm the eldest child in my family, with a younger sister and brother, who are at most two years apart in age. My brother and sister went to study abroad shortly after my marriage. My father also works away from home for business, usually only returning for Chinese New Year or when there's a major event. So, my mother is usually alone at home.
Therefore, she was extremely happy when my wife and I came back. Now, I'm the only man in the house.
It must have happened in May. Summer was already in the air, and my wife's belly was growing, but she could still move around without much difficulty. We were still able to have sex once a week, but due to various concerns, I couldn't always be fully satisfied, and my wife felt a little guilty.
That night, since we had decided to wait until after the baby was born to have sex, we didn't lock the door. I was woken up by mosquitoes shortly after falling asleep. After lighting mosquito coils, I felt thirsty and went to the small living room to get some water.
Just as I was drinking, the door to the opposite room suddenly opened, and my mother came out. Since I only had the corner lamp on, I could only vaguely see her wearing a pink nightgown. The hem was very short, and her two snow-white thighs were particularly eye-catching as she walked towards me.
For a moment, I was stunned. I never imagined that my mother, who was only forty-six or forty-seven years old, could be so sexy! I even forgot to greet her. When she reached me, I suddenly realized what was happening, and the cup in my hand wobbled, spilling the water.
"Ah!!" A short, panicked scream pulled me back to my senses. Looking closely, I saw that my mother's chest was already wet from the cup in my hand. The thin silk harem nightgown clung to her body, revealing her curves. The two nipples on her erect breasts trembled up and down in my eyes as she retreated.
I suddenly felt my throat go dry, swallowed hard, and quickly whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't see." "Oh, it's Zhiqiang!" Mom breathed a sigh of relief, her right hand on her chest. "I, I'm fine. I was careless and forgot my glasses." "Wipe it off!" I turned around, grabbed two tissues from the coffee table, and handed them to her, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at my mother's chest.
My mother snapped out of her daze, her right hand clutching her clothes, her left hand taking the tissues from me, and she walked past me.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it in the bathroom." "Oh, okay!" Watching my mother's beautiful back as she entered the bathroom, her nightgown slightly open, revealing her alluring curves, my penis involuntarily hardened... Oh no! How could I have such lustful thoughts about my own mother!
My desires, pent up all week, were further aroused by this, and I started to lose control. My mind wandered, and an impulsive lust led me to the bathroom door. Through the frosted glass, I could vaguely see my mother sitting on the toilet, imagining the sound of her urine spraying against the toilet bowl. Then, her graceful figure arched forward, her left hand reaching down, followed by the sound of flushing water.
Good heavens, my mother was using the tissue I gave her to wipe her genitals? She wasn't wearing underwear?
My mother looked at herself in the mirror, stretched her skirt, and turned around to open the door.
I quickly stepped back and said, "Mom, are you alright? What's wrong? Still can't sleep so late?" "Ah! Yes, so many mosquitoes! So annoying!" My mother, who had just stepped out the door, didn't expect me to speak so immediately and paused noticeably. "Actually, I was already asleep, those pesky mosquitoes!" "Hehe, me too!" I turned around, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her. "Mom, have some water, it's so hot!" I unconsciously rubbed my hand against hers.
"Oh, okay!" A blush flashed across my mother's face, I didn't know if she was thinking about the glimpse of her skin earlier or guessing my intentions. But she still obediently took it and brought it to her lips.
My eyes could no longer leave my mother's chest. So close, and with my superb eyesight, the silk nightgown clung to her body, making her ample breasts even more alluring. From the low-cut neckline, I could even see some blue veins faintly visible on her jade-like chest, exuding a faint fleshy fragrance. Her armpits looked freshly shaved, and her glistening arms seemed to reflect light under the dim corner lamp, yet also seemed transparent.
"The Drunken Concubine!" The phrase suddenly flashed into my mind. Perhaps I didn't yet have that tipsy feeling, but my mother at that moment... I think she was alluring enough. At least I was "stunned" at the time, and the image is still vivid in my mind now.
“Let’s chat for a bit?” I probed my mother’s attitude. “I can’t sleep! Can you keep me company for a while, Mom?” “Huh?” My mother put down her glass. “Here?! Where’s your wife? Is she asleep?” “It’s okay. Let’s keep our voices down, we shouldn’t disturb her.” “Okay, anyway, you woke me up.”
After saying that, my mother felt embarrassed, and her blush spread.
We walked through the small hall to the balcony. There were still a few cans of beer and some peanuts on the balcony that we hadn’t put away earlier. I opened one and handed it to her.
“Ah… Great! Perfect for a drink to cheer me up!” My mother reached out and took it.
“Mom, are you alright? You seem a little unhappy! Is it because of Dad?!” I knew my mother was unhappy because my father always worked out of town, so I asked her deliberately.
“Don’t say anything. Anyway, your father isn’t home. Tonight, let my son keep me company with a drink to cheer me up. Besides, beer won’t make me drunk. Even if I do, I’m at home, what’s there to be afraid of?” My mother smiled and said, then took sips.
We were both leaning against the balcony railing. A crescent moon hung in the sky, its pale light occasionally filtering through my mother's clothes. The distant streetlights cast dappled shadows on us through countless branches. The chirping of crickets from some unknown patch of grass rose and fell tirelessly, exceptionally clear.
Suddenly, my desire vanished without a trace. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.
"What's wrong?" my mother asked, looking at me with puzzlement.
"Oh! Nothing. I was just thinking about how long it's been since I've indulged myself like this," I said, continuing to drink. "
Oh? There's a story behind it? Is it related to your wife?" "No. How could someone as disciplined as her do this to me?" "Then what is it?" "The past is too painful to recall!" I sighed deeply. "I won't talk about it. I was young then, I didn't understand anything. Now, thinking about it, it really feels like a dream! Cherishing the people around you is the most important thing!" With that, I downed my drink in one gulp.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the light and shadows around us to sway, carrying with it the mournful calls of wild cats in the distance.
Mom suddenly shivered, clutching the bottle tightly to her chest, her eyes fixed on me.
"What's wrong? Cold?" I glanced at her. "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll stay a little longer and have a couple more cans." "No, I can't sleep, and I'm not cold." My mother, somewhat defiantly, gulped down her drink. "Honestly, I envy your wife so much, having such a good son like me who's so considerate." My mother raised her hand, and I looked at her from her left. Her nightgown was already dry, but her nipples, following her movement, remained pressed forward, proudly displayed in the wind. My heart began to stir again.
I said, "Mom, what's wrong?! Dad... isn't he good to you?" My mother shook her head. "You know, we were introduced by someone, we didn't have any emotional foundation to begin with. Your dad isn't talkative, he never says a word when we chat... You know, I can't keep asking him to talk to me. He's six or seven years older than me, we..." My mother's voice choked up as she spoke.
"I really envy you two, you talk about everything. Your wife told me, although she always says you're lazy, that you're not good at this or that, that you have to do everything, but I can feel the happiness in her words." My mother looked directly at me, a mist slowly rising from her eyes.
"Mom, Dad will make you happy too!" Saying this, even I felt it lacked conviction, sounding ridiculously fake.
"I know you're good, don't try to comfort me. I'm fine, so many years have passed, haven't they?" My mother downed her drink in one gulp, then choked and coughed loudly, sounding somewhat frightening in the night air.
I quickly reached out and gently patted her back. "Drink slowly, what's the rush?" My mother suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly.
I was stunned. Wasn't this exactly what I wanted? How did I become the one in the passive position? I stared blankly into my mother's eyes, suddenly realizing I didn't understand myself. Was I stupid? Even my own mother... But my body's reaction was completely beyond my control. I clearly felt a chill on my bare chest, followed by a soft, warm, and full sensation. My penis immediately became erect, pressing against my mother's lower abdomen.
My mother seemed a little drunk. Then, I understood. A lustful thought and the smell of alcohol surged into my head. Involuntarily, I lowered my head, searching for those two thirsty lips.
My God! In my daze... I felt I had never tasted such stimulation before! My mother's beautiful lips, warm and elastic, her tongue soft yet agile, her saliva abundant and just right. My passion was instantly ignited. I tightly embraced her waist; my mother's body was truly like water, limp in my arms. Fueled by the alcohol, we relentlessly licked each other, our saliva flowing freely. My right hand, not content to linger on her back, slid down, slipping under her skirt...
My mother's body suddenly trembled, her hands frantically trying to press me down. "No! Not here!" she cried, pulling away from my lips. "Your wife is still inside!" I bent down, scooped her up, and carried her back. Her legs wobbled, her arms flailing wildly, unsure where to put them. I quickly entered her bedroom, slamming the door shut, and placed her on the bed.
"Ah..." My mother seemed to only then realize what was happening, but my mouth had already sealed her words. At first, she struggled, her voice a broken protest. Slowly, I once again savored the delicious taste of "the drunken concubine." By this time, my mother had completely given up struggling and slowly began to revel in our passionate kiss. (Honestly, even now, thinking about my mother's lips still gives me a thrill; she's the only woman who can arouse me with just a kiss.) Her mouth seemed to be able to change shape, our tongues constantly intertwining and chasing each other... I had never kissed so breathlessly before; I didn't even care about taking a breath, desperately enjoying the dizzying pleasure brought on by the lack of oxygen in my brain.
Finally catching my breath, I opened my eyes, and in the dim light, I felt my mother's burning gaze, our panting breaths, and the sensual aura emanating from her body.
A surge of incestuous passion coursed through us, and I ripped the thin straps of her bra from her shoulders. With a forceful pull, her nightgown split open, revealing a pair of full, soft breasts that bounced and swayed, their nipples erect and throbbing with blood… I pounced on her again, my left hand reaching behind her waist while my right hand climbed towards those alluring peaks. I grasped them perfectly, firm and smooth—the breasts that had nourished me as a child. I couldn't resist the urge to find my mother's lips. Our lips met again, my hands moving in front of and behind, every part of her body captivating me, from her left breast to her right, from her neck to her buttocks. Her skin was smoother than the nightgown I had torn. Her legs were intertwined… My mother's hands clung tightly to my back, so tightly that my right hand could only rest on one breast. After
a long while, our lips parted.
I gazed into my mother's eyes, and suddenly my impression of her overlapped with that of my wife: the same beauty, the same fiery passion, the same alluring figure, the same smooth, silky skin. Yet, I could discern distinct differences. My wife's lips and tongue were strong and elastic, while my mother's were like downy feathers, so soft no matter how much I squeezed and sucked. My wife's breasts were firm like a young girl's, while my mother's breasts were large and soft. My wife was straightforward and direct, while my mother was gentle and reserved… This fueled my strong desire to reach a higher level.
I became less anxious.
I slowly untied the tattered cloth wrapped around my mother's waist, revealing a body radiating a bluish-white light. My mother was slightly fuller than my wife, but showed no signs of aging. Her once shoulder-length hair was now disheveled at the back of her head, her head slightly tilted, her eyes clear and bright, a few beads of sweat glistening on her delicate nose, her nostrils
flaring rapidly, her lips slightly parted, and below her slender neck were shoulders as sharp as if carved by a knife, down her collarbone to her two towering breasts, the two rubies at their peaks shimmering with an eerie light with her breath. My eyes slowly traveled down from her breasts, from her waist to the perfect curve of her right hip, her hands alternately covering her thighs, following my gaze to between her legs. My mother's long, slender legs were no less impressive than my wife's, and her beautiful knees and the rest of her body (I can't describe it anymore)... I really wondered how God could be so kind to them. At that moment, I even wanted to kneel down and thank God (my mother is a Christian). I was so happy!
I bent down again, my tongue tracing a path from my mother's armpit to her breasts and then to the tips, licking the entire area of the Gobi Desert before finally taking her nipple into my mouth. Her firm breasts couldn't withstand my intrusion, changing shape in my hands... "...Ugh...Ugh...Oh...Ah..." My mother moaned continuously, her hands touching my kneeling waist, pulling down my underwear, grabbing my penis, and stroking it... I suddenly awoke, my right hand immediately sliding down to her swollen valley, reaching that patch of green grass, where some dew already clung. I gently probed downwards; my mother's pubic hair wasn't long, but it was thick, her mons pubis full. As my middle finger probed towards the entrance, her body visibly trembled. When I finally reached the entrance to the paradise that had given me birth, her hand stopped moving.
I couldn't resist any longer. I knelt between my mother's legs, which naturally parted. I pressed my upper body closer and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing more rapid, and her eyes were slightly closed, shimmering with a hazy light… I gripped my penis, rubbing the head against the entrance of her vagina a couple of times. Suddenly, her legs tightened, and her hazy eyes emitted a resentful light. I didn't dare hesitate and thrust hard… “…Ah…!” With a soft cry, my penis was halfway in. I hadn't expected my mother's vagina to be so tight even with such lubrication. Layers of petals surrounded me, constantly writhing, almost making me ejaculate. I gasped, grabbed my mother's buttocks with both hands, rubbed them around once, and then thrust in with a lowering of my waist.
“Ah…!!” My mother cried out again, her legs wrapping around my waist. We remained motionless like that for a long time.
"That's wonderful! Son," my mother whispered in my ear. I couldn't resist such temptation and immediately began. We embraced tightly, and I didn't use any fancy techniques, just thrusting in and out... "...Ah...ah...uh...uh...ah!..." Her soft cries and rapid breathing fueled my desire to conquer my own mother!
The urge to bring her happiness surged uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on my head and back, and the area where we touched became increasingly slippery. I pulled a pillow under her buttocks, raising her genitals to allow my penis to penetrate deeper. I pulled her legs forward with both hands, then pressed her down and thrust into her again with all my might... "...Ah...ah...ah..."
Her voice grew louder, turning into unconscious moans. Just as I felt I was losing control, my mother screamed, "...Ah...!" I reached my climax! Then, with a desperate thrust, I pressed against my mother's clitoris. "...Ah...ah!!..."
She screamed again, feeling my glans being surrounded by layers of flesh, then a surge of heat erupted, and I ejaculated my pent-up semen deep into my mother's body... After ejaculating, I lay motionless on top of my mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and nose, her mouth wide open, panting heavily... Finally, we came to our senses. I held my mother's body, struggling to pull some toilet paper from the bedside table, and slowly withdrew my still-growing penis from her tight, warm, moist, soft, and folded vagina. A stream of white semen flowed down my mother's mons pubis...
"Mom, your son is such a lecherous wolf! He even..." I was filled with remorse!
"No, son, Mom loves you. I've fallen in love with you ever since you grew up! But I know you're my biological son, and I'm your mother. We can't be together! But today, my wish has come true. I can die in peace!" My mother whispered against my chest, her
voice filled with joy. Her words filled me with a mixture of surprise and elation.
"Alright, you should go back now. It won't be good if your wife finds out!" I realized then that I had slept with my mother in the room next to my wife's. And I'd been gone for so long; my wife was going to the bathroom frequently at night. If… I didn't dare think any further. I kissed my mother's eyes, said nothing more, picked up my underwear from the floor, and quickly put it on…

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