Mom in the box

"Who's knocking on the door so early? They're crazy!" Hearing the knocking, I reluctantly crawled out of my warm bed to check. Strangely, the door stopped ringing after I got up. I wondered which lunatic it was. Still, I opened the door. No one was there, but there was a large suitcase by the door. "Damn it, they don't even show their face. I got up fast enough," I muttered, examining the suitcase. It was a huge black suitcase, big enough to fit a person. I guessed Mom had someone bring it back, so I didn't think much of it. I tried lifting it; it felt like it weighed over a hundred pounds. After carrying it in, I closed the door. Strange, Mom hasn't called for over a week. She usually calls every two days, but this time it's been a whole week. She didn't even tell me she was bringing something back. In the

morning, after making myself a bowl of noodles, I started eating while watching TV. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that big suitcase again. I was filled with curiosity about it. Mom suddenly... But what could be inside such a big box? As I looked at it, I casually called my mom. To be honest, I don't usually call her. My parents divorced when I was 18, and I lived with my mom. Although it's a single-parent family, my mom is very good at earning money, so I've never worried about food or clothing. My mom is 42 years old this year, with fair and delicate skin that she takes very good care of, so many men pursue her. I generally don't interfere much in her affairs. At most, I'll use her stockings or high heels for sex; it's convenient

since I live alone. The box was becoming increasingly tempting. I put down my bowl and went to the box. My mom's phone was out of service. Oh well, I'll just leave it. I'll open it and see. I approached the box, and it had a faint perfume scent. The scent was so familiar; it was the perfume my mom often used. I opened the box with both hands, and my mouth dropped open in shock. What was inside made me… I was shocked. There was a person in the box, a woman. It was my mother! My mother was lying in the box. What was even more surprising was that she was wearing a sexy red lingerie set—the kind of sexy red lingerie I only ever saw online, the kind made of sheer fabric—with flesh-colored stockings and white high heels. The heels were very high. I had never seen my mother wear anything like that before. It was then that I realized something was wrong. My mother lay curled up in the box, motionless, her eyes half-open, her gaze unfocused, staring blankly ahead. I trembled and placed my hand under her nose. She wasn't breathing. My mother was dead. She had been placed in the box after she died, dressed like this. I approached her head and saw a red welt on her neck, the kind left by a rope. She had been strangled. I touched her stockinged thigh; it was warm. It seemed she hadn't been dead for long. Suddenly… I felt my penis harden. I had this reaction when I touched my mother's thigh, but the intense stimulation made my hand go back up and gently rub it. The electric shock-like sensation jolted my nerves. I quickly pulled my hand away. What was I doing? I was molesting my mother's corpse. Then I saw a tape placed on my mother's head. I picked it up, went to the machine, and started playing it.

My mother appeared on the tape. Clearly, the tape was being secretly filmed; someone was secretly following her with the camera. It was evident that this was my mother's residence. My mother was opening the door when the person with the camera quickly approached. Then my mother turned around and said, "You..." The video cut off, showing a shaky shot for several minutes before returning to normal. When it stabilized, my mother was lying motionless on the bed, wearing a fitted white suit and mid-heeled black high heels. It was obvious that my mother had been attacked from behind and knocked unconscious. They carried her to the bed... The camera stopped shaking, indicating it was being filmed statically, and the image quality was excellent. Then, two people wearing black stockings and hoods appeared in the frame. Judging from their build, they seemed quite young. There was no sound; they had likely deliberately muted it. The shorter man climbed onto the bed, caressing my mother's face. His other hand lewdly lifted her skirt up her thigh, revealing her stockings. The man's face, clad in black stockings, was filled with ecstasy. He began to roughly squeeze her genitals. Seeing this, I noticed my penis involuntarily hardening. I was surprised to have such a reaction to someone wanting to have sex with my mother.

Then, the man's actions became increasingly rough and brutal. He forcefully pulled open her shirt, exposing her breasts, and began vigorously kneading them. Simultaneously, he pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, and ripped off her panties and stockings. My mother's genitals were exposed. It was exposed. His penis rubbed against the entrance of the mother's vagina a few times before suddenly thrusting in. Suddenly, the mother woke up and began to struggle violently, trying to push the man off her. The man on top of the mother's body was startled and quickly pressed her down hard, while saying something. Soon, the person operating the camera handed me something that looked like a rope to the man on top of the mother. The man grinned maliciously, waving and saying something to his partner. Then the camera quickly moved closer to the mother's face. I could see that her face was filled with terror.

At this moment, the man on top of the mother suddenly wrapped the rope around her neck. Because the camera was now close to the mother's face, I could clearly see that it was a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose. It was a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose wrapped around the mother's neck. The mother began to struggle violently, her expression filled with fear, while she spoke rapidly, trying to remove the pantyhose from her neck. Seeing this, I pressed pause. I felt a burning heat throughout my body, my penis as hard as a rock. I felt like I was watching porn, needing something to cool down, even though the scenes were real and the woman in the film was my mother. Then, I looked down and saw my mother's body lying in the box. I didn't need to finish watching; I knew the ending. My mother's body in the box completely proved it. Her alluring red lips, her half-open eyes, her breasts partially exposed under her sexy red lingerie, her thighs in flesh-colored stockings—it made my blood rush to my head.

I took my mother's body out. She lay docilely in my arms, her body smelling sweet. Although my mother had been the object of my masturbation for years, this was the first time I had ever held her like this. Mainly, she was incredibly docile. If she were alive, she would never have dressed like this in front of her son. Now, my mother was someone I could do whatever I wanted with. I laid her body flat on the sofa and began to carefully admire her. I had never done this before. I looked at my mother. Her face was beautiful; even at forty, it was still smooth. I touched it; it was smooth. Her eyes were slightly open, looking straight ahead. There was a very obvious red mark on her neck, probably a souvenir from the stockings. Her fair breasts, plump buttocks, paired with flesh-colored stockings and white high heels, made her the perfect object of every man's dream.

I picked my mother up and sat on the sofa, letting her body sit on my lap, her head resting against mine. Her plump buttocks sat right on my penis, stimulating me so much that I started groping her. My right hand unconsciously began to make intimate contact with her body. I pressed play, and the video continued. The hands straddling my mother's body gradually tightened around her neck. Due to suffocation, her expression was filled with pain, and her struggles became increasingly violent. The camera shook violently, but the person filming continued to capture her gasping for breath, an expression that aroused lust.

Seeing this, I lost control. I roughly put the corpse back on the sofa, pulled down the sexy red panties, and thrust them into my mother's full vulva. Ah, it was a little tight. At the same time, I suddenly had a desire to strangle my mother. I climbed off my mother's body and went straight to her bedroom. I opened her wardrobe, took out the pink stockings, and also grabbed some sesame oil. Looking at my mother's beautiful face, I couldn't restrain myself. My hands trembled as I wrapped the stockings around my mother's neck. At the same time, I poured some sesame oil into her vagina. I tried to push my penis into the opening, and it went in easily. A tight, oppressive feeling stimulated my glans, and I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate. I quickly calmed myself down and didn't ejaculate. I began to slowly thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, while my hands tightened around the neck of my mother's corpse. The mother in the video, wearing stockings, stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, her hands flailing wildly at her neck. The boy on top of her was thrusting into her forcefully, her expression one of extreme pain. Watching this scene, I launched a fierce assault on my mother's corpse. I tightly gripped her neck with both hands, my mouth on her face, nibbling incessantly. My mother's corpse made me understand what the greatest pleasure in the world truly was. I kissed her lips, my tongue swirling inside her mouth, my grip on her neck tightening, my penis thrusting faster and faster. The mother in the video had stopped struggling, her expression frozen, just like the expression on my mother's corpse below me. Her hands were spread apart, no longer struggling, and she was being tossed up and down by the boy on top of her. I knew my mother was dead.

Watching my mother's expression in the video, I felt myself reach climax. In my final thrust, I ejaculated a gush of semen into her vagina. At the same time, the hands that had been strangling her corpse loosened. Exhausted, I collapsed onto her body. In the video, two men were taking turns raping my mother's corpse, her submissive acceptance of it all, being manipulated into various positions to please their actions. Seeing this, I was too tired to keep my eyes open any longer, and I fell asleep on my mother's body!

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