My mom belongs to me alone

The first time I witnessed my mother being intimate with someone was during my school years.

I remember that afternoon we had a political science class, which I found particularly boring. I was preoccupied with finishing my game the night before, so after lunch I sneaked home and went to my room for some intense gaming.

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

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

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

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." I didn't answer. Liu Bo laughed and said, "Why are you being so careful! Isn't Xiao Jin at school? Why is he home?" My mom smiled, didn't say anything, but no longer refused his embrace. They hugged for a while, and I clearly saw Liu Bo's hand slip between my mom's legs, groping around. My mom's breathing became rapid, and she said,

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

I never dreamed I'd see this, and I was incredibly excited. I tiptoed out of my room, only to find my mother's bedroom door ajar, wide open. I carefully found an angle where I wouldn't be easily spotted but could still see what was happening inside.

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

Liu Bo's hand rested on my mother's breast, and her eyes, watery and gazing at him, met his lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and they kissed.

After kissing for a while, Liu Bo then took off his mother's pants and underwear, and moved her to a slightly different position, so I could see her naked body completely. I really didn't expect my mother's naked body to be so alluring, her body so well-maintained, her skin as white as if it had been sculpted from the first snow of winter, her figure no less than those twenty-something-year-old photo models on the computer, with a slender waist and long, snow-white legs. Only her slightly protruding white abdomen added to her mature womanly charm.

Liu Bo had already taken off his own clothes, proudly swinging his thick, hard penis at my mother, then he leaned down and pressed himself against her, shifting his hips from side to side, and then thrust forward suddenly! My mother let out a soft "Ah," and I knew that Liu Bo's penis had penetrated her body.

Liu Bo held my mother and fucked her again and again. My legs went weak, and I knelt down along the corner of the wall, extremely angry, yet inexplicably excited, my glans in my pants was so swollen that it almost burst through my underwear.

After Liu Bo had been doing this to my mother for over ten minutes, he changed positions. He knelt directly in front of her, legs spread wide, hoisting her snow-white thighs high onto his shoulders. He then bent down and thrust his penis into her vagina, pounding in and out relentlessly. It's said this position makes a woman feel more thoroughly fucked, and sure enough, my mother's moans were much louder than before.

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

I stared wide-eyed at this scene, my mind a jumbled mess. One hand involuntarily reached into my underwear, and after only a few strokes, I ejaculated. My mind cleared slightly, and I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't move.

Watching my beautiful mother being fucked by this strange man, her breasts and buttocks swaying, and hearing her moans, my penis swelled again within minutes, and I couldn't resist masturbating. I

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

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

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

A little while later, Liu Bo was dressed and came out of the room, my mother seeing him off in only her underwear. As they approached the door, Liu Bo turned back, put his arm around his mother, and chuckled as he suddenly pulled her underwear down halfway, lightly slapping her soft, white buttocks twice. His mother glared at him, slapped his hand, pulled up her underwear, and chuckled softly.

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

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

My mother and father worked at the same factory; my mother was a doctor in the factory clinic, and my father had contracted an engineering department within the factory a few years ago. My mother was eight years younger than my father; she married him before she was twenty, gave birth to me the following year, and was still not forty.

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

My father even helped them with physical labor like a son. My grandmother had always considered my father her son-in-law. Later, when my grandmother became seriously ill, she couldn't bear to leave my mother alone, so my mother married my father right after graduating from nursing school and starting work. They even changed my mother's age to be a year older for the wedding. My grandmother passed away six months later, without ever holding me.

My father was indeed very good to my mother, often taking the initiative to do the housework so that she wouldn't be tired. A few years ago, when the factory wasn't doing well, my father wanted to improve the family's financial situation, so he contracted an engineering department to run his own business. Over the years, he earned some money, and the family's financial situation improved considerably. However, due to the hard work, Dad has aged quite a bit.

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

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

"Old Wang, taking your daughter and son out shopping?" Dad doesn't get angry; instead, he'll laugh heartily, give Mom a proud hug, and say:

"Yes! Look how beautiful my daughter is, how handsome my son is!" Mom would give Dad a coquettish glance, lightly tap him, and then smile gently at acquaintances.

I don't know what Mom's true feelings for Dad are, but as far back as I can remember, my parents have always been very loving.

Mom is gentle with Dad and loving towards me. She's also very good at interpersonal relationships, always presenting a dignified and elegant image, and is the most popular doctor in the infirmary. So if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what happened today.

I wandered around outside until school was over before going home. Mom seemed to be cooking as usual. Dad didn't come home until dark, looking exhausted. Dad's contract was about to expire, and the factory had made it clear that they would take back all the contracted departments and not renew them, so Dad wanted to make the most of his last bit of money, working even harder, often leaving early and returning late.

The family ate together, the father and mother were loving and kind, and Mom showed no signs of anything unusual. It made me wonder if what I saw today was a dream. I inwardly sighed that women are all born actors.

A few days later, Liu Bo came to visit and chatted very congenially with my father. My mother watched them gossip with a smile.

I felt sorry for my father.

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

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

I hated Liu Bo, but deep down I also hoped to see him having sex with my mother again. From the time I started thinking about women, I often fantasized about my mother (I think anyone with a young and beautiful mother like me would have had similar experiences), but I felt a strong sense of guilt and dared not let myself continue thinking about it. In my erotic dreams, I would always dream of a mature and beautiful woman, but her face was blurry.

Ever since I saw my mother and Liu Bo having an affair, the woman in my dreams was clearly my naked mother, her snow-white and alluring body being violated by Liu Bo one moment, and then by me the next.

I started masturbating frequently, and each time I masturbated, my mind was filled with images of my beautiful, fair-skinned mother being violated by Liu Bo in various ways. Especially the image of my mother's trembling, white, tender feet resting on Liu Bo's shoulders was unforgettable.

My grades were only average to begin with, and with all this daydreaming, they plummeted even further. Fortunately, I performed well on the college entrance exam, barely passing the cutoff score. Whether I could even get into university was uncertain, but luckily, the factory had ten spots each year for a training program at the Construction Engineering College, selected from the children of factory workers who were graduating high school seniors. The score requirements weren't high; it was a two-year vocational program, and graduates would be directly assigned to work in the factory. Thanks to the factory workers' children who were even less successful than me, I unsurprisingly secured one of those spots.

My father had hoped I would get into a good university to make him proud, so this result left him dejected for several days.

My mother comforted him, saying that many university graduates couldn't find jobs these days, and a training program was a more stable option. She pointed out that other families' children wanted to participate in the program but didn't even meet the required scores. Besides, the factory had been doing well in recent years, so getting a job there was good enough.

Five years ago, the factory appointed a new factory manager—a domineering, autocratic, and rude man. Normally, he wouldn't be well-liked, but he was lucky; shortly after taking office, the city planned a new commercial district, which included most of our factory's area. The factory had plenty of land; just two plots sold for over a billion yuan. With money, things became easier, and the

new manager was quite capable. The factory turned a profit the following year, and things only got better in the years to come. This was also why the factory wanted to take back the departments that had been contracted out. My father had mixed feelings about this new factory manager.

Soon I went to university. We, the sponsored students, were all assigned to a branch campus of the School of Civil Engineering, not far from my home. I had no great ambitions and felt that this result was already incredibly good. Since I already had a job, I didn't care much about studying. I went wild with fun. After I went to university, my parents felt that I was already half an adult and didn't care much about me. The family hadn't lacked money in recent years, so my allowance had increased several times over. I even followed some classmates to speculate in stocks and, with good luck, made a lot of money.

After I went to university, I never caught my mother and Liu Bo having an affair again, but I knew they were still seeing each other; I could tell from the lustful look in my mother's eyes. But my father was kept in the dark.

I might just be a born bad boy. In my second month of university, I started visiting prostitutes. The first one I saw was a woman in her thirties, who was fairly good-looking. But once we started, I realized that while her face looked alright, once she took her clothes off, she was a disaster. Her figure was deformed and out of shape, and her skin was loose. I was very dissatisfied and quickly ejaculated and paid. To this day, I still feel resentful that I gave my virginity to such a low-quality woman. Later, I started choosing young and pretty prostitutes. After a few tries, I discovered that I had a strong sex drive. Combined with the sex knowledge I learned online, I quickly became a master at playing with women. Almost every prostitute I played with was left dripping wet and had multiple orgasms. Several prostitutes said they wished all their clients were like me.

Once, I met a woman in her twenties named Xiao Rong. She was quite pretty, and her eyebrows and eyes looked somewhat like my mother's from the side. She had very fair skin and, unusually, a pair of very beautiful, fair and delicate feet.

I was extremely satisfied at the time; I had a great time that time, and she enjoyed it too. Afterwards, I learned she was a supermarket saleswoman. Her husband's company wasn't doing well, and they had a five-year-old child, so they were quite strapped for cash. She occasionally worked as a prostitute behind her husband's back to earn some pocket money. I felt she was clean and I didn't feel guilty playing with her, so Xiao Rong became my regular sex partner, and I would meet her almost every week.

Xiao Rong and I tried various positions, and she even gave me oral sex; it felt really good. Once, I tried playing with her tender feet, casually kissing her delicate, white insteps, feeling a little hesitant, afraid she'd think I was a pervert. But seeing her natural expression, I confidently stuck out my tongue and licked her feet. Her feet had no odor and were very clean. Later, I put one of her feet in my mouth and sucked on it. Xiao Rong didn't react excessively at all; instead, she moaned softly. I sucked on her feet for a while, then used her two tender feet to rub my swollen penis up and down. At this moment, Xiao Rong smiled and said to me, "Do you like foot fetishes? Lie down and I'll help you."

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

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

The next day, I returned home. After dinner, my father went out again for work. I was in my room surfing the internet, and looking out, I could see my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV, occasionally letting out a soft laugh. She had just washed her feet and was wearing white high-heeled slippers. Her feet were soft, white, and beautifully shaped, even more alluring than Xiao Rong's.

I suddenly remembered those beautiful, tender feet trembling on the shoulders of some wild man, and my penis instantly became erect. Images of my mother being raped by Liu Bo and me playing footjob with Xiao Rong flashed through my mind. At that moment, I almost couldn't resist rushing out and pinning my mother down to release my lust. Finally, the sound of my father opening the door brought me back to my senses, and I managed to restrain

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had no choice but to sit with her.

It wasn't until almost dark that the factory security guards, leading two policemen, knocked on our door. The two policemen exchanged glances upon seeing my mother's condition, and finally said that three hours earlier, a traffic accident had occurred; a pedestrian crossing the road had been hit by a car and died instantly. They had preliminarily confirmed the deceased's identity card and work permit as my father, and asked the family to double-check.

My mother fainted on the spot, and I was stunned. The police and security guards quickly pinched her philtrum to revive her.

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

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

For a whole week, Mom was like a walking corpse, doing nothing but crying and sitting blankly without saying a word.

She couldn't eat, and I had to force her to drink some milk or other liquids. Seeing Mom so distressed, my heart slowly softened.

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

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

a month later, I was on winter vacation and stayed home with Mom. One day, I saw Mom come home from work through the window. Liu Bo stopped her and spoke to her urgently, but Mom ignored him and walked away with a cold face. Liu Bo caught up and frantically tried to pull his mother away, but she suddenly turned around, forcefully shaking off his hand and glaring at him fiercely. Liu Bo retreated step by step, shrinking back, and finally walked away dejectedly. I felt a surge of pleasure

watching this. It wasn't until more than two months after my father's death, and just a week before I was about to return to school, that my mother and I finally emerged from our grief, and laughter returned to our home. In those two months, my mother had lost weight, but she looked even more pitiful, delicate and frail, which filled me with tenderness.

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

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

I suppressed my urge and went out to find the remote control for Mom. She sat down and changed the TV. I sat next to her, turning my head to look at her. Perhaps because she had just used night cream, Mom's face looked exceptionally fair and tender, with a small chin, a long, snow-white neck, and a plump, sexy little mouth. I suddenly couldn't resist anymore, grabbed Mom, and kissed her on the lips. Mom was startled, dodging my lips and screaming,

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing!" My mind was clouded by lust, and I said, "Mom, I want to kiss your lips... I want to sleep with you..." I continued to hug her.

Suddenly, Mom's strength suddenly increased, and she pushed me away, shouting, "You beast! I'm your mother!" A surge of anger welled up inside me. I thought, if you had used this strength against Liu Bo before, Dad wouldn't have died. So I yelled at Mom,

"Stop pretending! If Liu Bo can sleep with you, why can't I?" Mom instantly seemed to be under a spell, frozen in place, staring at me intently:

"You...you know..." "Yes, I knew all along! I saw everything he did to you!" Mom slumped softly to the ground. I tried to pull her up, but she didn't move. I felt like I was on an aphrodisiac. Seeing that she wasn't resisting, I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom. I put my mother on the bed and started undressing her. Her robe ripped open easily, and I unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties. Her two large, tender, white breasts stood high, and her snow-white abdomen, unlike before, wasn't slightly protruding, appearing flat and sexy. I spread her two smooth, white thighs, and the tender, alluring vulva between her legs stimulated my lust to the point of complete explosion!

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

My mother stared blankly at me, as if she didn't know what I was going to do. It wasn't until the head of my penis touched the entrance of her vagina that she reacted, trying to push me away, but it was too late. My engorged penis had already thrust hard into her tender vagina.

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

I thrust my penis into my mother again and again, trembling with excitement.

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

My first time making love with my mother was almost entirely when I forced myself on her. Driven by an overwhelming impulse, I didn't last long before ejaculating inside her.

After ejaculating, my mind cleared. I was also shocked; I had just forced myself on my own mother! I guiltily observed my mother.

Instead of the beatings and curses I had expected, she stared blankly, tears streaming down her face, murmuring,

"Xiao Jin, I didn't, I didn't mean to kill your father..." Looking at my mother's tearful face, a wave of pity washed over me. I pulled the blanket over her naked body and softly said,

"Mom, it's not your fault. Dad's death was an accident." "No, Xiao Jin, Mom is a shameful woman... she sleeps around with other men, even her own son..." My mother seemed confused; I had clearly forced myself on her, yet she was now embracing me. I felt even more sorry for her. I pressed my face against hers and said,

"Mom, it's not entirely your fault... I know it's Dad who neglected you. You have normal needs too... If nothing unexpected happens, Dad will understand and forgive you..." At that moment, Mom looked like a drowning person grasping at a straw, staring straight at me:

"Xiao Jin, really?" I nodded.

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

Mom and slept for a while, then she suddenly broke free, got out of bed, took out a birth control pill from the drawer, and swallowed it.

When she got back into bed, I hugged her again. Mom moved my hand away, but I insisted on holding her again. This repeated several times. After a while, Mom sighed and gently hugged me back. We fell asleep like that.

The next day, I woke up after ten o'clock. The bedside was empty; Mom had already gone to work. Thinking about the scene of lovemaking with Mom yesterday, I felt extremely satisfied, my whole body relaxed, as if I had inexhaustible energy.

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

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

When we got home, seeing the food laid out on the table, Mom glanced at me, her eyes softening. We sat down to eat, Mom remaining silent, and I, unsure what to say, also kept quiet. After finishing my meal in silence, I walked behind Mom, boldly hugged her, and then, even bolder, slipped my hand inside her clothes, grasping and kneading her large breasts. Mom lowered her head and let me play for a while, then softly said, "I'm going to take a shower." I quickly nodded and withdrew my hand. Mom went into the bathroom. I cleaned the table, washed the dishes, and watched TV, waiting for Mom to come out. Half an hour later, Mom emerged from the bathroom, looking as beautiful and charming as she had after her shower the day before. Seeing the clean table, she seemed somewhat surprised and gave me a deep look. I went over to hug her, but she gently pushed me away, whispering, "You should go take a shower too!" and went into the bedroom.

As if receiving a divine command, I rushed into the bathroom and, in no time, finished in ten minutes. I walked into the bedroom wearing only my underwear.

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

Unlike yesterday, I didn't mount her and have sex with her. Instead, I knelt beside her, kissing her face and lips, then gently licking her neck, followed by kisses and licks down her tender white breasts, her fair abdomen, and her snow-white thighs. My mother seemed a little surprised, looking up at me licking her body. After a while, she closed her eyes, a look of enjoyment on her face. I parted her legs and kissed her delicate vulva, my tongue licking her red, tender labia. My mother shuddered, her two snow-white thighs clamping tightly together, my face pressed against them. I licked incessantly until her tender vulva began to flow with moisture. My mother began to moan.

I continued licking and kissing her snow-white calves, finally lifting her delicate, jade-like feet to kiss. Mom opened her eyes and struggled slightly. I gripped her feet tightly, looking into her eyes, and took each of her jade-like toes into my mouth, sucking them like delicious candies. Mom's feet had an indescribably alluring fragrance. After sucking her toes, I held her entire foot and deeply sucked it. I finished the left foot and moved to the right… Mom watched me shamelessly licking her feet, her eyes misting over, a blush rising on her snow-white cheeks.

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

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little cunt!" Mom let out a muffled, dreamlike sound, as if agreeing or acquiescing.

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

As I fondled and played with my mother's large, white breasts, I fucked her relentlessly. In less than two minutes, she reached her first orgasm. During her orgasm, her vagina clenched tightly, and I, caught off guard, almost ejaculated. I knew I'd encountered the legendary "treasure trove," and I was incredibly excited.

With the arrival of her first orgasm, my mother gradually relaxed, her reactions becoming more natural. As I thrust downwards, she cooperated by arching her hips upwards, and I could clearly feel my glans repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Under intense stimulation, my mother soon experienced a second orgasm. She let out a scream, her hands tightly gripping my neck, her body trembling violently. Her vagina felt like a tiny hand tightly holding my penis. Fortunately, having learned from the first experience, I was prepared, changing from frenzied thrusting to slow, deep penetration, which prevented me from ejaculating.

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

After rolling off my mother's fair and tender body, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few satisfying puffs.

Now I truly understand what "post-coital cigarettes are like heaven" means. My mother, her body soft and yielding from my ministrations, nestled in my arms. Looking down from her fair shoulders, I saw her plump, alluring buttocks and couldn't resist giving them a couple of light slaps. My mother looked up at me shyly, wriggling slightly in my arms.

I lightly slapped her buttocks again and said, "Mom, go get me a drink, I'm thirsty." Obediently, she got up naked and went to get me a drink. She then grabbed a few tissues and wiped her genitals with her back to me.

Seeing her actions, I suddenly felt aroused and said to her,

"Mom, don't wipe yet, turn around and let me see." My mother turned around shyly, spreading her legs coyly. I saw her tender, alluring vulva, with the white semen I had ejaculated inside already flowing out. Suddenly, it dawned on me: twenty years ago, I emerged from this alluring little opening, and twenty years later, what emerged was my own semen! I became excited again.

"Mom, no need to wipe, I haven't had enough of you yet!" Amidst my mother's screams, I dragged her onto the bed, pinned her down beneath me, and thrust my hard, once-erect penis between her two snow-white thighs, as if trying to pierce her tender body… The second time I penetrated my mother, using my previous semen as lubricant, the sensation was incredibly stimulating. This time, my mother was even more overwhelmed, experiencing three orgasms in about ten minutes. Later, my mother begged me to stop, and I couldn't bear to ravage her any longer. Just as her vagina contracted in waves during her final orgasm, I released my semen and ejaculated inside her.

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

The days that followed were much the same as that day. During the day, Mom still seemed to have some mental blocks and didn't talk to me much. When I spoke to her, she would only reply with short, soft "uh-huh," "okay," or "no need," which seemed to me nine-tenths like shyness.

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

At night, once we were in bed, Mom would lie there, letting me touch her, letting me ravish her. When she was aroused, she became especially uninhibited.

School soon ended for the holidays, but this time I didn't stay in the dormitory. Every afternoon after school, I rushed back to prepare dinner.

Although it was hard work, I derived immense pleasure from taking care of the woman I loved. I was incredibly happy. Just thinking about having a fair-skinned, beautiful woman at my mercy every night, and that this beautiful woman was my own mother, made me feel like I was living in paradise. I was incredibly grateful to the factory for letting me go on this training program, incredibly grateful to the Civil Engineering College for letting us attend classes at the branch campus, and incredibly grateful that the branch campus was so close to my home. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to come back every day to enjoy this fair and alluring body.

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

Every week, I bought my mother a bouquet of flowers—not carnations, but red roses, a symbol of love—and she always accepted them with a blush.

My mother and I were practically husband and wife, but whether we were together during the day or engaged in illicit affairs at night, I always called her "Mom" instead of her name. Because the word "Mom" was an invincible aphrodisiac for me.

Actually, my mother felt the same way. When I was having sex with her at night, calling her "Mom" would make her tremble with excitement and bring her to orgasm more easily. It seemed that although my mother didn't say it, she was secretly enjoying this perverse pleasure of incest between mother and son.

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

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

"I...I'm pregnant..." "Uh...how could this be? Don't you take birth control pills every day?" My mother finally burst into tears, saying,

"I ran out of pills a few days ago and missed a day...I thought it couldn't be this coincidental, but it was just that coincidental, and...I got pregnant..." She became increasingly angry, raising her small hand to slap my back a few times. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault...you're always thinking about taking advantage of me...you never leave me alone...now...now how am I supposed to face people..." Actually, I was incredibly excited. Holding my beautiful biological mother and having sex with her every day, getting her pregnant! How many people in the world have experienced such a wonderful encounter? It would be worth dying for! Of course, I could only think this in my heart. I hugged my mother, begging for forgiveness and comforting her, saying that I would go with her to the hospital to get it in a few days and everything would be fine. Mom was still crying, so I simply grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and fucked her hard. Soon, her crying turned into seductive moans.

For days, I was in a state of arousal. The thought of this beautiful, snow-white pregnant woman beneath me, whom I was fucking so hard, was actually my own mother, and that I was the one who got her pregnant! My excitement surged from head to toe.

But after only a few days, Mom wouldn't let me fuck her too deeply, saying it was bad for the fetus. I think women can be so unreasonable sometimes. She'd already decided to have an abortion, so why did she care about anything else? But Mom was adamant, and I couldn't do anything about it. Shallow penetration wasn't enough to satisfy me, so I asked Mom to give me oral sex, to suck it out with her mouth.

I was just saying it casually, not expecting much, because Mom had always been resistant to oral sex. If she didn't agree, I could just have her masturbate me; besides, I had her alluring, snow-white, tender feet!

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

felt so good! I stood in front of the bed, and my mother knelt before me, her mouth filled with my thick penis, giving me oral sex. At first, she sat on the bed, but found the height unsuitable; bending over was too tiring. So she knelt before me, at the perfect height, so she could take my penis in without having to look up or down. The scene was incredibly stimulating:

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

My mother's oral skills were clumsy; I guessed she had no experience with oral sex. Sometimes her teeth would even get caught on my glans, nothing like Xiao Rong's. But the psychological pleasure more than made up for it. Sometimes I let my mother use her mouth to stimulate my penis, sometimes I held her head and fucked her mouth like a vagina, occasionally pushing the glans deep into her throat, causing her to gag.

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

The first few times I ejaculated in her mouth, she would spit the semen onto a tissue and throw it away. One time, I ejaculated a mouthful of semen into her mouth, and when she was about to spit it out, I begged her to drink it. She hesitated for a long time with the semen in

her mouth, but finally swallowed it as I asked, then frowned and said, "The taste is weird, really awful!" But from then on, after she gave me oral sex, she would always willingly swallow the semen I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would even open her mouth so I could see the white semen flowing around in her mouth, and then she would lower her head and swallow it all. It drove me crazy.

This was truly an incredible achievement. My mother is a germaphobe; she usually won't let me kiss her unless I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth, but now she's willing to unconditionally eat my semen! She wouldn't do this if she wasn't completely conquered by me. Especially after my mother became pregnant with my child, her attitude towards me completely changed to that of a woman towards her beloved man. She often spoke to me in the same tone she used to speak to "the father of my child."

Around three months into her pregnancy, my mother's pregnancy was starting to show. It wasn't noticeable when she wore loose clothing, but when she wore tight clothes or was naked at home, her once flat and sexy belly was now noticeably protruding. My mother was incredibly nervous in public, always wearing the loosest clothes possible, afraid of being noticed. But at home, whether she felt it wouldn't affect the fetus much at this stage, or whether she herself was sexually aroused, she agreed to let me have deep penetration sex with her.

After enjoying my beautiful pregnant mother for over a week, my desire to have sex with a pregnant woman was greatly satisfied.

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

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

After returning from the hospital with the abortion, my mother lay in bed crying. I originally had no feelings for this child; I only saw him/her as a source of sexual stimulation. But seeing my mother so heartbroken, my heart sank. I suddenly realized that I had gone through the same process to come into this world, and for my mother, her feelings for the fetus in her womb were the same as her feelings for me. Having this surgery today felt like she had personally killed her own child.

I took a month of paid leave and sick leave for my mother. For a whole week, I carefully prepared nutritious food for her during the day and patiently fed it to her. At night, I held her as she fell asleep but didn't sexually provoke her; we just quietly embraced, listening to each other's heartbeats. It was so pure, so very pure, and I found that this feeling was actually quite nice. After this experience, my relationship with my mother grew even closer.

Later, Mom took the initiative to ask me if I was feeling uncomfortable. After more than a week of abstinence, I was a little embarrassed to say it aloud, and just nodded. Mom then asked if I wanted her to use her hand or her mouth. I said I wanted both. Mom smiled, her eyebrows exuding an indescribable charm, and used her small hand to hold my already swollen penis and began to stroke it. Mom's hand was delicate and soft, enveloping my penis, and it felt incredibly comfortable. Perhaps because I hadn't had sex for several days, I was a little sensitive and soon felt the urge to ejaculate. Afraid of tiring Mom, I didn't deliberately hold back. Mom sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and quickly opened her small mouth to take my penis in, and I quickly ejaculated into her mouth. Mom opened her mouth, showing me the semen I had ejaculated inside. Just as I thought she was going to swallow it, she suddenly hugged me and sealed my mouth with hers. In one gulp, a mouthful of semen entered my mouth. Caught off guard, I instinctively swallowed it; it tasted salty and astringent, really awful. When I came to my senses, I saw Mom smiling mischievously at me. At that moment, Mom was completely like a playful little woman.

I smiled too and hugged Mom tightly.

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

"Mom, aren't you disgusted?" My mother replied coquettishly, "You can lick and suck my feet with such relish, how could I be disgusted? Besides, my feet are so white and tender, where are they dirty?" A few days later, my mother's strength had mostly recovered, but fearing infection, she couldn't yet have real sex.

Seeing how much I adored her beautiful feet, she felt a mix of shyness, emotion, and pride, and took the initiative to learn how to perform footjobs for me. Under my guidance, my mother's footjob skills improved rapidly. Her delicate, jade-like feet would clamp, press, stroke, kick, and scrape against my penis with incredible dexterity, stimulating it to remain engorged until ejaculation, giving me an extreme and unique pleasure comparable to vaginal sex.

In truth, my mother deeply cherished her feet; otherwise, she wouldn't have maintained and cared for them so tenderly. However, influenced by traditional values, she always felt that feet were "lowly." So, when I first savored her feet like fine wine, she was deeply moved. She felt that if I loved her feet so much, I must love her as a person to the extreme. And so, after that one time I carefully tasted her tender feet, my mother completely opened up to me.

In general, my mother is a conservative woman, but once a conservative woman completely lets loose, she'll dare to do anything shocking. For example, most women would have collapsed if their own son forced himself on them and got them pregnant. But my mother became even more attached to and loving towards her son because of it, and even derived a strange sexual pleasure from it.

In less than a month, my mother's body was completely fine, and we resumed our normal sex life.

Because she had a miscarriage less than three months into her pregnancy, her figure wasn't affected at all; on the contrary, her skin became even whiter and smoother. Now, every cell of my mother's snow-white and alluring body is sexually attractive to me. I quickly reverted to my old ways, fucking my mother to death every night in bed, always trying to make up for the losses of the past few days, ejaculating at least once a day, sometimes even two or three times.

My mother was worried that my body couldn't handle it, so she advised me to be more moderate, but how could I listen to her?

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

My mother tried to persuade me to restrain myself, but how could I resist? My mother herself couldn't resist my seductive methods. So, despite my words, when faced with my mother's fragrant, delicate, and alluring body, it was as if my mind was filled with nothing but semen. I couldn't quell my rising lust without ejaculating two or three times. Later, not only did my mother worry, but I also became a little afraid. I wasn't worried about myself; I was afraid my mother couldn't handle it. Although my mother was at the age of virility, she was still physically weak, especially after my father's death. She lost a lot of weight and didn't want to eat more to regain her previous weight, always wanting to maintain her current figure, which made her even more frail. With my current strong sex drive, having sex with her until late every night, how could her body withstand it in the long run?

Fortunately, these worries soon disappeared. Later, I figured out that it was actually the medicinal dishes my mother had cooked for me that were causing the problem. While these foods certainly had the effect of strengthening the body and enhancing sexual function, men with strong sexual abilities would experience a temporary increase in libido after consuming them. This side effect would disappear in about ten days. I said to my mother, "You're a doctor, how come you didn't even understand this?" My mother shrank her neck and playfully stuck out her tongue at me, like a girl who had done something wrong.

It's been more than half a year since I've been playing with my mother. With ample sexual stimulation and being nourished by my abundant semen, my mother is increasingly displaying a beauty beyond her years. Her skin is becoming increasingly fair and delicate, and even more radiant and elastic. Her beautiful face is not only becoming increasingly fair and tender, but it also seems to be constantly enveloped in a beautiful halo. The few fine lines around her eyes that were already there have faded considerably, and they are practically invisible unless you look closely. My mother was already very young-looking, and with my diligent efforts to nourish her, she looks even younger and more beautiful. If you asked strangers to guess my mother's age, no one would guess she was over thirty. I heard that many people in the factory were asking her for beauty and skincare secrets.

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

Now, my mother is completely under my control, both psychologically and physically, regarding me as her pillar of support.

You could even say that her fragrant, tender, and beautiful body has become my private treasure. I'm no longer satisfied with simply having sex with my mother in bed; I often think of unusual tricks to play with her.

Shortly after the start of my sophomore year, the school organized military training, and I lived like a monk for ten days, without even the opportunity to masturbate.

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

"You're all sweaty, go wash up!" I inhaled the faint, alluring scent emanating from my mother, kissing her fair cheeks, my heart filled with lust. I pinched her buttocks a couple of times and said,

"I haven't seen Mom's big white buttocks and big white breasts in a while! After I shower, how about you strip naked in the living room for me? Show me your buttocks and breasts, hehe." My mother laughed and said, "You're filthy!" and slapped me with one hand.

I laughed and dodged, then went into the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, my eyes lit up. Mom had actually done as I said—completely naked, her snow-white body bare, standing in front of the kitchen counter preparing food. She was only wearing high-heeled slippers and an apron. Her back was to me, completely naked from behind, her hair simply tied in a bun. Following her neck down, her two snow-white shoulder blades subtly changed shape with the movement of her hands, inexplicably alluring. My penis instantly became erect. Her two thighs were smooth and delicate, appearing even longer and more rounded with those beautiful high-heeled slippers. Her alluring, snow-white buttocks were facing me, incredibly lewd. Peering along the cleft of her buttocks, I could clearly see a captivating, tender vulva partially hidden by pubic hair. I thought to myself, isn't she deliberately seducing me? This outfit is even more alluring than being completely naked.

I had come out wearing underwear, but now I simply took it off and walked towards Mom completely naked. I walked behind my mother, one hand caressing her soft, white buttocks, the other reaching under her apron to grab and knead her large breasts. My swollen, hard penis pressed against her tender, white buttocks, which were fleshy, soft, and tender, sinking deeply under my iron-like penis.

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

"Mom, try it yourself!" My mother turned her face away, "It's filthy!" I smiled, "If you won't eat it, I will!" I squatted down and buried my head between my mother's legs, pressing my tongue against her vulva. My mother leaned on the dining table and slowly began to moan.

Within two minutes, Mom suddenly trembled, reaching out a hand to push me away, but she had little strength. Instead, I sucked tightly on her vaginal opening, and Mom trembled even more violently, her back bending over. Then, a gush of vaginal fluid "whooshed" into my mouth.

I stood up, deliberately looking into Mom's eyes as I drank the fluid. It had a slightly fishy taste, along with some other indescribable flavor, but it wasn't unpleasant. Mom looked at me too, her eyes watery.

I then moved behind Mom, making her bend over, holding onto the dining table, and guided my throbbing, almost bursting penis down her smooth, white buttocks. I had never done this to Mom from behind before. After several attempts, I couldn't find the vaginal opening. Mom actually grabbed my penis with her hand and guided it to her vaginal opening. I thrust forward forcefully, my penis plunging in, making Mom's head throw back.

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

After two minutes, my mother turned her face, opening her rosy lips for a kiss. Usually, I was the one who initiated the kisses during sex; this was the first time, showing just how excited she was. Not long after, she had her second orgasm.

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

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

Mom had no choice but to walk around the kitchen and living room naked, setting the food on the table.

I watched this erotic scene with a smile, while Mom blushed and didn't dare look at me.

We ate together naked like that. Mom was very uncomfortable at first, but gradually relaxed, and we pressed our bodies together, I feeding her, and she feeding me.

After the meal, I still wouldn't let Mom put her clothes back on. Sitting on the sofa, Mom watched TV, while I held her close, caressing her beautiful, white body. Mom couldn't concentrate on the TV. When my lust flared up, I pushed Mom down on the sofa and fucked her for a while, resting when I got tired. I repeatedly raped Mom like this until very late.

When I ejaculated for the last time, Mom was completely exhausted.

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

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

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

"Mom, let me help you!" Without another word, I picked up my mother, ripped off her underwear, and carried her to the sink. I lifted her up, legs spread wide, in the position of helping a child urinate. In the vanity mirror, between her two snow-white thighs, a patch of dark pubic hair obscured a tender vulva I could never get enough of. Although I could see it during sex with my mother, admiring this sight in the mirror in this position was uniquely erotic and stimulating.

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

"Mom, did you help me pee like this when I was little? Can I help you pee like this now? Shh...shh..." Mom's body trembled suddenly in my arms, her urethra loosened, and a stream of clear urine spurted out, spraying into the basin... After Mom finished peeing, her body went limp, and her head rested on my shoulder. I said to Mom,

"Mom, spread your little pussy open and let me see if you've peed clean." At this point, Mom was completely obedient to me. In the mirror, between two slender, snow-white fingers, a tender, pink vulva opened like a blooming flower, with a few glistening drops of urine still clinging to the alluring urethra and vulva... Incredibly lewd!

Neither Mom nor I could sleep. I carried her to the living room, laid her naked on the sofa, bent down, and reached between her snow-white legs to lick the remaining drops of urine from her tender vulva clean. My lust surged, and I continued licking downwards, my tongue pressing against her tender anus.

Mom struggled, "No! It's dirty!" I laughed, "Where on Mom's body is there any dirt?" I held her white buttocks firmly, preventing her from moving, and then savored her tender anus. Mom's anus was exquisitely beautiful, unlike most women's dark anus, it was white and tender, with only the tightly closed opening a tempting pink. Mom was very clean, bathing meticulously every day, so her anus had absolutely no odor.

I decided to completely possess Mom's beautiful backdoor tonight.

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

At this moment, images appeared on the television: a tall, strong black man was having sex with a beautiful, fair-skinned white woman. His enormous, jet-black penis was inserted into the white beauty's tender vagina, making her moan repeatedly.

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

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

On TV, the black man had already pulled his penis out of the white beauty's tender vagina and started licking her delicate anus... I had already stuffed enough honey into my mother's rectum and smeared some on my hard, swollen penis. As the black man's large penis shoved into the beautiful actress's tender anus, my swollen, purplish-red glans pressed against my mother's tender little anus.

My mother then realized what I wanted to do to her and panicked, trying to crawl away. I held her large, white buttocks firmly, preventing her from moving, and forcefully pushed my penis into her anus, but my mother was too tense; her anal sphincter was tightly contracted, and my penis couldn't penetrate at all! Unable to break free, my mother could only plead with me to let her back door go.

I comforted her, "Mom, don't be afraid. A lot of people have tried anal sex. Look at this beautiful woman on TV, her little asshole is as tender as yours, and she still got such a big, thick cock inside her, and she still enjoyed it, didn't she?" Perhaps influenced by the beautiful woman on TV being roughly anally raped by a black man and the sounds of pleasure she was making, and knowing that her anus was destined for my ravaging tonight, Mom stopped resisting and resignedly raised her snow-white buttocks high.

I continued to coax her, "Mom, your backside is still a virgin! How about offering me your tender little asshole today? That way I can completely possess you, I want you to be completely my woman... Okay, relax your ass, relax..." Enticed by my lewd words, Mom slowly relaxed her sphincter muscles as I instructed. As I felt my mother's anus soften, I seized the opportunity to thrust my large penis in, plunging it all the way into her alluring, tender anus… My mother let out a sharp scream, crying out in pain. Her white, plump buttocks swayed, trying to break free of my penis.

But this only fueled my lust, and my penis inside her anus swelled even more. My mother's delicate rectum tightly gripped my penis, giving me immense pleasure, and I couldn't help but slowly begin to thrust.

With each movement, my mother couldn't bear it any longer, crying and pleading, "It hurts… pull it out… Xiao Jin, please… pull it out… it hurts so much… you'll ruin my ass… please… let me go…" Hearing my beautiful mother's cries, I was aroused, my lust growing stronger, and I increased my speed, ravaging my mother's buttocks again and again. Her delicate rectum rubbed against my glans, her anus tightly gripping the base of my penis, making me want to scream with pleasure!

My mother's tender anus, still recovering from her first sexual experience, couldn't withstand my rough handling. "Ah... my buttocks are going to tear... it hurts... it hurts so much... let me go... gently... gently..." I remained unmoved, fully enjoying the wonderful pleasure of anally raping my mother. After four or five minutes of this, my mother's anus and rectum began to adapt to anal sex, and the initial pain slowly began to disappear. She stopped crying at some point, and her body stopped struggling. I continued to fuck her tender anus while simultaneously teasing her vagina with my hand.

My mother gradually began to enjoy the pleasure of anal sex, and with her genitals stimulated, she soon experienced her first anal orgasm!

Deep inside my mother's rectum... After ejaculating a large amount of semen, I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp with satisfaction. Panting, I pulled my penis out of my mother's anus, my hands resting on her white buttocks, savoring the wonderful anal sex experience we had shared.

My mother's anus was now stretched into a round, adorable fleshy hole. I pulled her hands to her buttocks, making her forcefully spread her two tender white buttocks apart. Her anus opened even wider, revealing clearly the fresh, glistening pink anal flesh inside. Deep within the anal flesh, several streams of thick, white semen flowed slowly, lewd and beautiful… This snow-white, fragrant, and wonderful body was now entirely mine!

My heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

The second… My mother, whose anus was newly opened, couldn't get out of bed and had to rest at home for a day. For the next few days, her gait was a little unnatural.

I loved the feeling of anal sex with my mother so much, and she was increasingly able to derive sexual pleasure from it. After giving me her virginity, she was once again strangely touched, becoming even more gentle and submissive towards me. We tried it several more times over the next few days, each time having my mother give me a full service including oral sex, breast sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, and foot sex. Her warm little mouth, snow-white breasts, exquisite little vagina, narrow and luscious anus, and a pair of tender feet as smooth as jade made my body and mind soar, bringing me pleasure to the very core.

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

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

"Mom, the way you're doing this makes me look like a daughter who's done something wrong, being punished by her father to kneel down." Mom rolled her eyes at me and said, "What kind of father in the world would treat his daughter like this, using his stinking thing to defile her in such a vulgar way!" I said, "Not necessarily! You're my own mother, and you still spread your legs and let me fuck you until you're dying all the time. Besides, last time I just helped you pee like a daughter, didn't I?" Mom got excited and started sucking my penis in and stroking it.

I got a wicked feeling and touched Mom's fair and tender face, saying, "Mom, why don't you be my daughter? Then when I fuck you, it won't be a son fucking his mother, it'll be a father-daughter relationship!" Mom got even more excited when she heard my lewd words, her little mouth sucking and spitting out my penis even faster, and one hand reaching down to her crotch, scratching through the sanitary napkin. I didn't care about anything else. I pulled my dripping, large penis out of my mother's mouth, picked up her naked body and threw it on the bed. I pulled a pillow under her buttocks, ripped off the sanitary napkin between her legs, and thrust my penis in without a second thought. My mother's tender vagina was wet and slippery; I didn't know if it was menstrual blood or vaginal fluid, or perhaps both.

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

"My good daughter, your little vagina is so tight. Daddy feels so good!" My mother was clearly quite excited, loudly moaning "Oh, ah," but she didn't speak. As I called her "daughter, daughter," she finally couldn't help but cry out "Daddy." With that cry, my mother and I reached orgasm simultaneously!

That night, the pillow under my mother's buttocks was stained with a lot of menstrual blood, and it even splattered on the sheets. Fortunately, Mom washed herself immediately afterward, so there was no infection. This exciting role-reversal sex game left a lasting impression on me.

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

probably figured it wasn't the first time she had eaten my semen, so she didn't resist much and let me do as I pleased, drinking all the semen in the glass, and even licking up the little bit of semen stuck to the glass as I requested. I watched with great interest. After I finished swallowing her semen, Mom was about to wipe my penis with a tissue when I stopped her and asked her to lick it clean with her mouth. Mom slapped me and said, "You're so naughty," but obediently turned around and bent down to clean my penis with her mouth.

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

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

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

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

But she couldn't resist my persistent questioning and finally told me. At that time, my father was busy with construction projects and rarely came home, so he and my mother weren't very intimate, and their sex life was often rushed, leaving my mother's physical needs unmet. One day, Liu Bo came to our house. My father wasn't home, and I was at school, so Liu Bo boldly seduced my mother, who, being eager, let him have his way with her. I calculated the timeline, which was about a month before I first discovered their affair.

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

About once every one or two weeks.

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

When my mother mentioned Liu Bo lifting her legs onto his shoulders and penetrating her, I finally reached my limit! I grabbed my mother's long, white thighs, draped them over my shoulders, and lifted her buttocks slightly off the bed. My rock-hard cock, as hard as an iron rod, began to pound into her tender vagina like a storm. I kept asking,

"Mom, did Liu Bo do this to you?" "Mmm...mmm...yes..." "Does it feel better when Liu Bo does it to you or when your son does it to you?" "Mmm...mmm...you...make me feel better...ah..." "Is Liu Bo's cock bigger than mine?" "Mmm...ah...your...your big...mmm...ah..."...That day, both my mother and I experienced an unusual, intense pleasure. After I ejaculated, as my mother cleaned my penis with her mouth, I asked her if she had ever done that for Liu Bo. My mother shook her head. I then asked her if she had ever given Liu Bo oral sex. My mother said she had only done it with him once, but she hadn't let him ejaculate in her mouth.

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

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

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

After a passionate encounter with my mother, I smugly hugged her and said, "Mom, I should have known better than to go with that Liu guy!" My mother glanced at me and said quietly, "If your father found out, he'd kill you on the spot!" "No way! If Dad can't satisfy you, I will satisfy you on his behalf. Dad will definitely understand. It's all in the family!"

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