[Drunken Arrival] [Single Chapter] [Author: fend32ong77]

Chapter 1
I experienced sexual relations earlier than my peers. While they were still addicted to online games and browsing pornographic websites at 15 or 16, I had already had nearly a year of sexual experience, and...
well, it wasn't that I developed earlier than others, nor that I "got it" early; it was just that I happened to encounter a "good thing" when I was 16.
My parents, in their early twenties, through hard work, diligence, and a good grasp of business opportunities, established their own logistics company in this city. Thanks to their skillful management, the company was quite profitable, and they made a small fortune, buying a house and a car.
After the Chinese New Year this year, after discussing it, they decided that my father would take the lead and open a branch in the capital city of a neighboring province to further expand the company's business. My father would come home every two months. My mother and I had been living together like this for about six months.
Now, my mother was the only one managing the company, often working late into the night due to her job. For the past six months, every night when my mother comes home, she drinks to relieve her boredom, whenever she has a spare moment. Because she has a very low alcohol tolerance, she gets drunk after only a little bit.
Cleaning up the mess on the coffee table in the living room and dragging my drunken mother back to the bedroom has become my daily routine. I'm not surprised at all that my mother has developed a drinking habit. Before this, she had always smoked. This may also be related to her carefree personality and her work environment, which is mostly male workers.
Every time my mother drinks, she gets completely drunk, and when she wakes up the next day, she often can't remember what happened after she got drunk the day before. If I ever find myself sleeping on the sofa after waking up, or if I haven't taken care of her or covered her with a blanket, I get a severe scolding from my mother. She often says things like, "I raised such a big son, and you don't even know how to care for your own mother." The person I'm most afraid of in the family is my mother; I'm like a mouse before a cat.
Every day, dragging my mother, who was completely drunk and a head taller than me, back to the bedroom was a real challenge for someone as short and still developing as me. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes from her breath always stung my face; it was unbearable, and I really didn't want to deal with it.
I'm naturally timid and a bit petty. Since I had to clean up after my mother's drunken messes every day, I inevitably started to feel resentful. But when I thought about how hard she worked for the family every day, I couldn't hold back my complaints. And whenever I was in trouble, the first person I thought of was my mother. She was like my guardian angel, a strong support for me.
Today was my birthday, and I invited three close classmates to my house to celebrate. I told my mother about it a day in advance. She promised to finish her work early and come home to celebrate with me, and even told me to invite more classmates over to make it more lively.
My house is very close to school, less than a 10-minute walk. On my way home, my three classmates, as usual, chatted about online games and some rather vulgar topics, sometimes gesturing wildly, sometimes excitedly. I was so engrossed in listening that I almost didn't notice them until we reached my front door. I pressed the intercom doorbell downstairs, and sure enough, my mom was home waiting for me as promised.
I opened the door and went upstairs, while my three lively friends continued their conversation, oblivious to everyone else. My mom was already standing at the door, welcoming my classmates and me. She had unusually short, ear-length hair, wore a black business suit, and sexy high heels. She exuded a queen-like aura, blowing smoke rings as she greeted my classmates first. Only then did the three of them realize they'd seen my mom, and they were all speechless, their mouths agape. After seeing my mom, they awkwardly followed me inside. Seeing their embarrassed state, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. They were all bragging on the way here, but they all shut up after seeing my mom's powerful aura.
I went to the table, and to my surprise, my mom had ordered a table full of dishes from the restaurant, with a birthday cake in the center that read "Happy Birthday, Hua Hua." Seeing this, I suddenly felt incredibly happy and blessed, my eyes welling up with tears. On one hand, I could eat and drink with my three best friends, and on the other hand, my most trusted mother was celebrating my birthday with me.
Just then, my mom received a call from work and left her seat, going to the balcony. The moment my mom left, these three guys exploded, crowding around me. Some excitedly grabbed my arms, others tried to strangle me with their arms…
“Wow, Hua Zi (my name), you have a sister? I’ve never heard you mention her before? She’s so beautiful.”
“The way she smokes is so cool, like a boss lady.”
“No, like a TV star. How come your sister is so tall? She has such a great figure and big breasts.”
My classmates’ lecherous nature was on full display. Seeing their excitement made me blush. I quickly waved my hand and explained, “This isn’t my sister, it’s my mom.”
Hearing this, the three of them were like they’d been injected with adrenaline, even more excited, their eyes wide and necks bulging.
“Really? You’re kidding, right?”
“I wish I had a mom that beautiful.”
“How come she’s so young? She looks completely different from my mom!”
They started chattering away again…
I was already used to other people’s reactions. Speaking of my mom's appearance, from when I was in elementary school until now, in my final year of junior high, she seems to have aged without a trace. Since elementary school, many people have mistaken her for my older sister. And whether it's work or attending weddings, I've never seen her wear makeup; she's always bare-faced, which actually suits her tomboyish personality.
Just then, my mom came back from the balcony after finishing a phone call, and the three of them fell silent again. Seeing them all so timid and submissive, I couldn't help but want to laugh. My mom started urging everyone to eat.
"Don't be picky about food, eat more vegetables, Xiaohua. Look at you, you're so much shorter than your classmates." My mom, disregarding my feelings, brought up my sore spot in front of my classmates.
I could only express my "I know" through actions, stuffing more vegetable leaves into my mouth.
Then, my mom shifted her focus to others.
"You all need to eat more too. This is the time when you're growing, so read more books and play less video games." Unconsciously, my mom adopted the boss-like tone she uses when managing employees at work. Her slender fingers held a cigarette, and the way she exhaled smoke made her seem like a queen, even more so.
My mother continued lecturing me and the three of us while drinking, now exuding an aura of absolute dominance. My classmates, never having experienced anything like this, were completely intimidated, nodding incessantly in agreement with my mother like chicks pecking at rice. We all picked up our chopsticks and stuffed food into our mouths.
I ate my meal calmly, but felt even more smug inside. It turned out I wasn't the only one afraid of my mother; my classmates were just as terrified. No wonder my mother could manage the company so well all by herself. However, based on my past experience, I could tell from my mother's tone that the alcohol was starting to take effect…
I thoroughly enjoyed the meal, but the three of them were quite suppressed. It seems that everyone feels a little uncomfortable in front of such a powerful mother.
The three of them finished their meal hastily, said goodbye to my mom, and then left without looking back, carrying their bags. I went downstairs to see them off, and when I came back, I saw my mom had opened another bottle of beer; she seemed quite happy today. Next, my mom started to stagger towards the living room, taking off her clothes as she went. Because my mom has a rather tomboyish personality, she doesn't care much about her appearance at home, especially in hot weather, and wears very little. So, when she sat down on the living room sofa, she was only wearing her underwear, watching TV and gulping down her beer.
Seeing the mess on the dining table that I needed to clean up, I suddenly felt inexplicably angry. Every time after a meal, I'm the one who cleans the table and washes the dishes. Today is my birthday, and my mom doesn't even offer to help; she just sits on the sofa watching mindless TV dramas and then gets completely drunk, and I have to drag her back to the bedroom again. Just thinking about all this makes me furious.
Seeing that Mom was almost completely drunk, I took advantage of the fact that it was my birthday and I was the boss, and also because Mom had this bad habit of not remembering anything that happened after she got drunk the next day. I loudly complained to Mom, who was still drinking, "It's my birthday today, and you still want me to do the dishes? You get drunk every day, can't you drink less?"
Mom's eyes and cheeks were flushed, and she leaned lazily against the sofa, replying indistinctly, "I don't drink every day. I only drank today because it's your birthday. What do you know, kid? I need to relieve work stress with alcohol. Shouldn't I help Mom with the housework? After you finish cleaning, go do your homework!" "
Under my mother's drunken ramblings and still domineering aura, I was defeated once again...
Chapter Two
After finishing my homework, the first thing I did after leaving my room was to go to the living room. Sure enough, the TV was playing a program out of thin air, cigarette butts and empty bottles were scattered all over the coffee table, and my mother, unsurprisingly, was passed out on the sofa again. Faced with my mother like this, I truly had no words to express my suffering.
I bent down and carefully lifted my mother from the sofa to the floor, then I squatted down and draped one of her arms over..." I slowly rose from my shoulders, pulling my mother up with me. I walked against the wall, one hand gripping her arm draped around my neck, the other tightly around her slender waist. I walked towards the bedroom, stopping and starting with each step. My mother was a towering 1.70 meters tall, a height I envied, with an astonishingly youthful face, a breathtakingly large chest, a full figure, and a rounded bottom. Carrying such a "giant" was a considerable burden for me, a mere 1.60 meters tall and slender.
"I'm not sleepy, where am I?" My mother was about to start rambling again in my ear.
Hearing her drunken ramblings, I felt extremely annoyed. Just thinking about cleaning the living room after settling her in made me too irritable to speak. I just wanted to get her to bed, and everything would be fine.
"I'm not drunk yet, I can still drink, let me go." My mother wiggled her large bottom, trying to break free from my support.
Startled, I hugged my mother's soft body even tighter, quickly echoing her drunken ramblings: "Yes, yes, I'm not drunk yet, let's go to the bedroom and drink some more." I coaxed her like a baby.
"Look, we're almost at bed." I continued to soothe her, leading her to the bedside.
Just as I was about to put her on the bed, suddenly, her long leg hooked onto me, causing me to trip and fall onto the bed, my mother's body pressing firmly against mine. When I fell, I really thought I was going to be crushed to death by her, but thankfully, despite her weight, she was all fleshy, and I was unharmed. Her large, bouncy breasts pressed against my face, her smooth belly and fleshy thighs pressed tightly against me; on the contrary, I felt quite comfortable.
"Get off me! You're crushing me!" I could only shout at my mother, who was completely drunk.
My mom, jolted awake by the fall and my shout, seemed to sober up a bit. She groggily propped herself up slightly, took a step back, and ended up straddling me, her head level with mine.
Then, her eyes glazed over, she hiccuped, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss my face. Startled, I quickly turned away, but my somewhat clumsy mother failed several times; she was clearly drunk. Just then, I suddenly jolted, then froze completely—my mom's left hand, through my pants, gripped my penis and testicles tightly. My manhood was in her grasp; I was restricted. She
was using the pressure of her hand and her eyes to signal me not to move. My manhood was captured, and besides, my mom was the person I feared most in the house. I was too terrified to move. Then, my mother reached out her right arm and wrapped it around my head, her large breasts pressing against my heaving chest. She lowered her head again and kissed my lips. I froze, holding my breath, my heart pounding. Her hot breath, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, filled my mouth, while her grip on my penis and testicles remained tight. My mind went blank; time seemed to freeze. My most precious first kiss had been stolen by my mother, and it was a French kiss. Her tongue began to invade every inch of my mouth, finally intertwining with mine. My body felt like it was melting; I couldn't muster any strength.
Before, when I was at home, my fear of my mother was mainly psychological; now, my fear stemmed from the physical fear of having my manhood held so tightly in her grasp. A combination of psychological and physical fear converged at that moment, a nameless humiliation and indescribable terror surging into my heart. For me, barely 16 years old, this was an unbearable, soul-crushing torment. Helpless,
my first instinct was to think of the person who could help me—my mother. Unfortunately, the person holding my lifeline was my mother! My body and soul crumbled in an instant because of her. My heart felt as if it had skipped a beat, or perhaps it had stopped beating. I felt the world suddenly go silent. Just like that, my mother had forcefully conquered me. Because she is my mother! She gave me life, raised me, is the mother I know best, the one I rely on most, the one I fear most, and the one I love most.
The next moment, I disregarded everything else, becoming half-dead, like a puppet with broken strings, motionless, without resistance, without fear, completely at my mother's mercy. I closed my eyes, activating all my senses.
My mother's lips and tongue were so soft! I felt incredibly comfortable being kissed by her. Her hands were still rubbing my penis and testicles, and my breathing became rapid. A strange sensation spread throughout my body, and I felt a kind of "drunken" feeling. My penis began to grow thicker and larger in her hands. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and shame. This strange feeling was terrifying; I felt an urge to cry. My penis continued to grow thicker and larger as my mother played with it.
"What are you doing, Mom? Wake up! Look carefully, it's me! It's Xiaohua!" I broke free from my mother's lingering, wet kiss. My lips were pressed against hers, my eyes met hers, and my breath mingled with hers. I used all my strength to choke out to her.
My mother almost never wore glasses except when driving, and today she was extremely drunk. She seemed completely unresponsive to what I was saying.
"Mom?" After a moment, my mother repeated in a drunken murmur.
"What are you saying? I'm Shengnan! What, Jiajun? Do you have an Oedipus complex?" Mom asked, sounding confused and drunk.
"Jiajun?" I was startled, realizing something was wrong. My mom was drunk and not wearing her glasses. Since my dad and I are almost identical, my mom completely confused me with my dad.
Looking at my mother's unfocused eyes and her increasingly hot body, I mustered the last of my strength and shouted, "Get off me!"
Actually, what I really meant was, "Mom, get off me!"
Hearing this, my mother paused, then released my penis. Then, swaying slightly, she pulled down from where she was level with me to my crotch, her hands swiftly yanking my pants and underwear down to my calves. My penis was suddenly exposed, stiff and erect.
"I didn't tell you to take this off..." I screamed desperately in my heart. My mother reached out and took control of my hard penis again. Her tone, usually so domineering, softened, but she still said forcefully, "Haven't done this in a while, have you? I'll make you feel good."
Before I could even react, she lowered her head and took my entire penis into her mouth. I instantly felt my penis enveloped in a warm, wet embrace; I could even feel her hot breath on the skin around it. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, an unknown experience, completely different from the masturbation I'd only recently secretly learned. It made me, whose mind was already blank, almost moan with pleasure.
My mother completely ignored my reaction, burying her face in my crotch, her hands around my buttocks, each gripping one of my thighs, and began to suck and swallow my penis with all her might. Sometimes she would lick my glans with her tongue, sometimes making sucking sounds. What shocked me most was that because my mother swallowed so fast, my penis suddenly hit the back of her throat. Despite her gagging, she didn't stop at all, continuing to swallow and spit out my penis with complete concentration, diligently serving me with her mouth...
My mother's rapid swallowing and licking intensified the pleasure in my penis, an overwhelming sensation rapidly building up inside me.
"Oh no, I feel like I'm about to cum," I thought in alarm.
My mother realized what was happening, stopped, and spat out my penis.
"Want to cum, huh? I won't allow you to," my mother said in a scolding tone.
Hearing my mother say this, I was stunned.
"What! You won't allow it?"
Taking advantage of my distraction, my mother swallowed my entire penis again, shaking her head up and down, making the pleasure that had just subsided surge up again. At this moment, my penis was about to explode with pleasure. On my birthday night, nothing could be more wonderful than this! My mom controlled my rhythm, releasing my penis just as I was about to ejaculate, letting me catch my breath, repeating this over and over. I felt like my mom was driving me crazy.
"Why did it suddenly get so small after not doing it for a while? It's even covered by the skin." My mom released my penis, raised her head, and extended a finger to play with my half-exposed glans, caressing it closely.
After my mom finished her crazy ramblings, she lowered her head and started rubbing her face back and forth against my penis, looking incredibly lewd. At that moment, I mustered the last bit of strength I had gathered, mustered my courage, and looked up to meet my mom's blurry eyes. My mom sensed me looking at her, and she swayed her big, white buttocks, revealing her bright teeth, and extended her long, snake-like tongue to lick the surface of my penis, giving me a wicked smile, responding provocatively.
I was extremely shocked, my mouth agape, almost big enough to fit an egg. Seeing my mom now completely like a savage, and utterly wolfish! This mother was completely different from the decisive, intelligent, sharp, and queen-like figure I knew during the day.
"So hot, so hard," she shamelessly uttered lewd words. It turned out she had been using her face to measure the temperature and hardness of my penis. Seeing this stark contrast in her appearance sent chills down my spine, and my head felt like it was about to explode.
Was this really my mother? I imagined the mother I relied on during the day, the one who gave me security, the one I considered my guardian angel, and this mother—crouching beside my legs, swaying her plump buttocks, and sucking on my penis—was it the same person? I felt that my mother was both familiar and so strange. A surge of lust rose from the penis pressed against my mother's face, reaching my forehead. I jerked away the inexplicable thoughts, my heart filled with even greater panic. What was happening?
"Mom," I called out helplessly in a low voice, but the word "Mom" trembled and slurred out of my mouth.
Chapter 3
When my mother heard me call her, as if she had received some kind of command and understood something, she mechanically and unsteadily stood up, supporting herself on my thigh. I wondered what it would be like, but to my surprise, my mother was about to take off all two of her clothes—her bra and panties—right in front of me. Once again, I was shocked by my mother's appearance; my jaw almost dropped.
First, her large, round breasts, freed from the confines of her bra, bounced before me like two big white rabbits. Two small nipples stood in the center of her pinkish-brown areolas; the shape of her breasts was exquisite. Lying on the bed, from my angle, my mother's large breasts almost completely obscured her face. Then, her panties were pulled down without hesitation from her thighs. Looking at my mother's sparse pubic hair and her thick, red vulva, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Now, my mother was standing naked before me, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Looking at my mother's glazed eyes, her lustful body, her swaying breasts, her strong, beautiful legs, and her open vulva, all of this made me feel that my mother wasn't as frightening as before. On the contrary, she even aroused me a little. My mother had aroused me!
Looking at my beautiful, naked, yet incoherent mother, I felt as if I had accidentally discovered a treasure. This discovery filled me with ecstasy. Now I understood the concept of "beauty." I remained motionless, mustering my courage and continuing to "secretly" admire my mother's body. My mother, with her breasts exposed and her vulva open, looked down at me with her domineering presence. I met her gaze with trepidation. In a daze, my mother seemed to have returned to the decisive, domineering, wise, and queen-like mother she was during the day.
My naked mother questioned me, "Why aren't you moving today?"
Her question was nonsensical, and I didn't understand what she meant, taking it as just drunken ramblings. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. I stammered, all the courage I had mustered vanishing in fear.
"Honestly, why do you like this kind of thing?" Judging from her tone, my mother was probably complaining about something.
After she finished speaking, she skillfully sat on my crotch, her large buttocks swaying. The movement was natural and fluid. Her vaginal opening pressed tightly against my now-quiet penis. Then, my mother leaned forward, her body pressing against me like a water snake. Her slippery belly was pressed against my stomach, and her hot breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, sprayed onto my face.
"Jiajun, I think I'm ovulating right now. My uterus is a little sore," my mother said bluntly in my ear.
Hearing this conversation, which I only vaguely understood—a conversation that only adults could have—my face turned bright red with embarrassment, as if I had glimpsed something terrible in the adult world. I was flustered and at a loss, my heart pounding wildly. All I could do was grip the sheets tightly with both hands.
"Xiaohua, you've always said you wanted a younger brother or sister since you were little. Jiajun, let's have a second child!" My mother said calmly, as if she were chatting with me casually.
"What?" I was shocked and horrified when I heard this. Based on my intuition and my upbringing, I knew that this was wrong.
Just as I was about to react, my mother covered my mouth with one hand and pressed me back onto the bed. Unable to move and with my mouth covered, I could only frantically look around.
Then, my mother lifted her large breasts, her round buttocks slightly raised, and spread one long leg, her vulva facing me. Now, I could see her completely.
A small tuft of sparse pubic hair adorned her swollen mound, and her two thick, bun-like labia were slightly parted, revealing a pink slit. Her wet vulva opened and closed, and a saliva-like liquid slowly flowed down her raised leg onto my penis, forming a thin, transparent thread, as if symbolizing the union of some new relationship. My
mother reached down with her other hand, grasped my trapped penis, rubbed it against her pink vulva a couple of times, and then, with a "squirt," she inserted it. My penis was instantly plunged into a sensation I'd never experienced before. My mother gripped it tightly, filling it completely, and her vagina was hot and slippery, incredibly pleasurable. If she hadn't been covering my mouth with her hand, I would have cried out in pleasure.
My mother, meanwhile, stretched her neck, tilted her head back, and let out a long, drawn-out moan, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. Just that one sound was enough to leave me completely disoriented and entranced. I knew it was a sound she made when she was in ecstasy. I
never imagined that not only could my mother bring unparalleled pleasure to my penis, but even I, with my slender frame, could bring pleasure to my large-bodied mother with my not-too-big penis. It filled me with immense pride, as if a whole new world had been opened just for me.
Although I knew perfectly well that it was wrong to have my penis inside my mother's vagina, I couldn't explain why, but whenever I heard my mother moaning as I thrust my penis into her, a moan that made my heart itch unbearably, I couldn't help myself, I couldn't control myself. My mother was also moving her big, undulating buttocks, rubbing against my penis. The overwhelming pleasure swept away the last shred of reason in my mind.
I'm sorry, Mom…
Chapter Four
My mother's snow-white buttocks hadn't moved much with my penis when I could no longer suppress the surging pleasure. Accompanied by the hot, slippery friction, my penis immediately ejaculated powerfully deep inside my mother's vagina. My body felt like it was flying.
My mother stopped her plump buttocks and murmured, "You just came like that!"
Hearing my mother's most direct words, I was even more annoyed with my performance just now. The little confidence I had just built up was shattered by my mother.
"You just came in, don't ejaculate so quickly, I haven't even started yet," Mom continued to berate my poor performance. At that moment, my penis trembled twice more inside Mom's vagina.
"Ah, still ejaculating, you've been holding it in for a long time, haven't you?" My mom knew everything about me, including my penis. I felt like a child who had done something wrong, speechless, filled with self-reproach and sadness.
"Still hard, then let's continue," Mom said forcefully.
I felt that Mom had truly reverted to the same mother she was during the day, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was even more intimidating than that mother. I instantly became that broken, defeated puppet again, my helpless penis erect, completely at Mom's mercy.
I laughed at my earlier smug thoughts; I was so naive. Trying to overpower Mom? How easy was that? Even a drunken mother is probably even worse…
My mother once again propped up her long legs, her plump buttocks rising a few centimeters, clamping only the glans of my penis to prevent it from falling out, and then used two fingers to stroke my penis. As the frequency of my mother's finger strokes increased, in no time, my half-erect penis returned to its original state, becoming rock hard.
My mother sat on my penis again, her five fingers interlocking with mine, her plump buttocks poised, her large breasts thrusting out, her head held high, her queenly aura descending once more. At this moment, I was certain that the mother clamping my penis was more frightening to me than the mother from earlier in the day.
"I won't allow you to go soft until I've ejaculated completely inside you!" After saying that, my mother seemed like a different person, urging me on, swaying her large buttocks up and down, forcefully slamming herself onto my penis. Her two large breasts bounced up and down, her round buttocks slamming against my penis, creating wave after wave of ripples that made my eyes dizzy.
My mother seemed to be in some kind of "intoxicated" state, and started talking nonsense again.
"Today I'll let you shoot your fill!"
"My pussy will squeeze you to death." "I'm going to squeeze every last drop out of you."
"You're really terrible."
I looked up at my mother sitting on my penis, riding it wantonly, sometimes moaning with sounds that made my heart ache, sometimes uttering incoherent lewd words, and occasionally scolding me for my poor performance.
This strange scene strung together, violently corroding my senses. The strange perversion and stimulation, coupled with the high-frequency pounding of my mother's pussy, after a dozen or so rounds, I couldn't control my penis again, and I ejaculated all of it into my mother's pussy. My penis trembled incessantly, and my heart pounded in my throat.
"I'm going to die," I felt.
My drunken mother was in complete control of me. With just a few simple tricks, she could easily subdue my penis, making me ejaculate with unbridled pleasure, my soul practically floating away. From body to soul, I underwent a transformation. I had begun to submit to my mother, my queen. I willingly allowed myself to be played with by my mother.
"Ah, ah, the hot, naughty thing is inside." My mother responded sensitively, her large buttocks shifting from a low, squatting position to a back-and-forth swaying motion, her plump mounds rubbing against my pubic bone. Although the movements slowed, the intense stimulation on my penis remained, because my mother had no intention of stopping!
"You've ejaculated so much, and it's still rock hard, do you like my pussy?" "
Then keep going! Give it all to me."
"Make me orgasm too!"
My mother became fierce, her tone growing heavier with each word. I felt a vague unease after hearing
this. After she finished speaking, my mother pressed her entire body firmly against me, just like when we first fell down. A pair of large breasts pressed against my face, her smooth belly pressed tightly against me, and two fleshy, long legs firmly held my legs in place. Her undulating breasts squeezed my nose and mouth; all I could see now was milk! I felt like I was suffocating, desperately twisting my head to find some air to breathe. The fragrant scent of milk mixed with the scarce air filled my lungs, instantly invigorating me. Every pore on my body opened up in pleasure. With the perfect grip of her vaginal muscles, I wanted to die of pleasure right there.
"Tighten your pussy," my mother commanded. My penis immediately felt the unprecedented pressure from inside her vagina. My mother was like a giant fleshy worm, enveloping me tightly inside and out. Her body and breasts on the outside, her vaginal muscles on the inside. This double grip was killing me, it was so pleasurable! Every time my mother's mounds rubbed against my pubic bone, I was on the verge of ejaculating.
An intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me, accompanied by a dizzying, suffocating sensation. This was the most pleasurable and intense ejaculation I'd ever experienced. My penis trembled incessantly inside my mother's vagina.
"Ah, I must have ejaculated right there."
"The warmth is still spreading." Mom stopped moving, and at the opportune moment, withdrew her large breasts, closed her eyes, and felt my seed moving deep inside her.
Unaware of the good fortune that had befallen me, I was greedily inhaling the fresh air. My mother, exhausted from the previous few thrusts, was panting heavily, her body leaning back, her hands supporting herself on my calves, her large breasts heaving up and down with my movements, her rosy cheeks making her even more alluring.
My penis sprang out of my mother's vagina for the first time, and immediately, as if a plug had been removed, thick, white fluid flowed down her large buttocks, dripping all over my stomach. I hadn't expected to ejaculate so much.
"I can't hold it all in here. How long have you been holding it in?" I said, as if my mother, whom I relied on the most, was standing up for me.
"It's really thick." My mother said, touching the puddle of fluid on my stomach, smearing it all over her hand, and holding it up to her eyes to comment.
I watched my mother's strange behavior, her hands covered in this "dirty" stuff. I didn't know what she was doing, but she seemed perfectly fine with it. After dozens of "confrontations" with my mother, I was increasingly unable to figure out her thoughts. I stood there dumbfounded, like a fool.
"Ah, wait, what is she going to do...!"
"No, Mom," I said inwardly, feeling wronged.
My mother's actions quickly confirmed my suspicions. She used her large hand, still covered in my sticky fluid, to completely grasp my penis again and began to stroke it mercilessly. Her mouth was also close to my ear, her tongue darting into my ear canal and swirling around. This kissing and stroking was giving me no chance at all. My uncooperative penis, under my mother's manipulation, slowly became hard again.
After seeing her results, my mother stopped, satisfied. She lifted her voluptuous body and lay down on the empty bed between my legs, her large buttocks still resting on my stomach.
My mother gazed at me with her beautiful, dreamy eyes. Her arms, as white as lotus roots, slowly reached towards her vulva as I stared in daze. She parted her thick labia with each hand, gently pulling her vulva open, the flesh inside clearly visible, an incredibly alluring sight.
"Don't just stand there, hurry up."
"Come on!"
Seeing this scene, hearing my mother's familiar voice, I was in a daze, feeling as if I were dreaming. My memories flashed back to my childhood. Every evening, my mother would stand at the door, beckoning me home for dinner after a day of playing outside.
"Xiaohua, come eat!"
Hearing my mother's faint urging again, my body seemed to be under a spell, no longer under my control. A surge of lust rushed through my body, crushing the shackles of reason.
The strength I had lost suddenly returned; I felt reborn. I pulled my legs out, ripped off my pants, wiped away the bodily fluids, and faced my mother, who was still spreading her vaginal muscles with both hands, as if waiting for me to come home for dinner. I swallowed hard, my erect penis pressing against her.
Mom, I'm sorry…
Chapter Five
“Beep beep, beep beep…” The 6 o'clock alarm clock rang as
scheduled. I dragged my tired body and sleepless eyes out of bed, crawling out of the covers. This moment had finally arrived. At 16, I was already timid, and my mind started racing. My tense mood felt like I was waiting for the end of the world. Instinctively, I became shameless, muttering to myself, hoping to delay it for as long as possible. I stubbornly refused to get out of bed, afraid to see my mother, not knowing what I would face when I did…
“Xiaohua, get up! Still sleeping!” My mother’s voice came from outside the door as usual.
“Yes, I know.” Because of my guilty conscience, I jumped up when I heard my mother’s voice and answered without thinking. My heart pounded, and I forced myself to open the door.
"You child, you're so slow getting out of bed! Tell me, did you stay up late again last night?" My mother, smoking a cigarette, glared at me forcefully.
"Yes... oh no, no!" My mother's question dragged me back to last night. I wanted to say "yes," then answered "no," my mind a complete mess. I didn't even know what I was saying. I lowered my head, avoiding my mother's gaze, and gave a confused reply.
"Hurry up and eat breakfast! What 'yes'? You're still half asleep!" Being scolded by my mother every day was inevitable.
"You have to finish eating before going to school, otherwise you won't have any energy all day. By the way, what time did I fall asleep last night?" Seeing that I was up, my mother stopped paying attention to me and went to the kitchen, talking to herself.
I looked up at my mother's energetic back as she went to work, feeling a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. It seemed my mother had completely forgotten about yesterday. Just a few hours ago, my penis was still inside her vagina, going in and out…
Afterwards, while my mother was fast asleep, I carefully cleaned up the “battlefield” on the bed, wiped away the sticky fluid on her body with a wet wipe, and helped her dress back to her original state. After all, cleaning is my forte, and thinking about this made me a little arrogant.
“Ah, I remember now, you yesterday…” My mother opened the refrigerator, suddenly turned her head, and asked me again.
“What?” My smugness was just beginning to show when it was pulled back to reality. “Could it be…” The thought of being exposed terrified me, and my face turned ashen.
“You ate the piece of cake I specially left yesterday, didn’t you?”
“That was my breakfast that I specially left for work,” my mother said, quite bothered.
I was relieved to hear this, scratching my head and awkwardly chuckling.
"What are you laughing at? Don't eat my breakfast without permission. Change it to bread and eggs. I'm punishing you by making me make mine too. I'm going to take a shower." Mom quickly arranged everything.
"Yes!" I replied excitedly, feeling incredibly happy to be reborn. As
I made breakfast for myself and Mom, the vivid scenes from last night flooded my mind. Every time I thought about them, I felt incredibly happy and fulfilled. I felt like I hadn't lived in vain. Even if Mom really asked me to die right now, I would do it without hesitation.
I ejaculated inside Mom's vagina six times yesterday.
The first three times, Mom sat on my penis and rocked back and forth.
The fourth time, Mom was a little tired, so she lay on the bed and guided me to fuck her. I was so eager that I missed the mark the first time. But once my penis entered Mom, I couldn't stop. The faster I went, the more pleasurable it was, and the more pleasurable it was, the more I went. I just kept going at it, it felt so good, and I ejaculated after about twenty rounds.
Then my mom started breastfeeding me from above with her big breasts, while gently stroking my back with her fingertips like a dragonfly skimming the water, and squeezing my penis with her vaginal muscles, sometimes loose, sometimes tight. Under my mom's passionate caresses, my desire began to rise again, and soon my penis became rock hard.
This time, Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and hooked her legs around my buttocks, slowing down the frequency of my hip movements. I thrust in sync with Mom's moans, and when I reached the deepest point, I pressed my pubic bone against Mom's swollen mound of flesh, no longer seeking immediate pleasure, but rather coordinating with Mom's sensations, grinding my penis against her vagina, searching for the most comfortable angle inside her. Although the speed was slower, each thrust was powerful, followed by a grinding motion. After only a few thrusts, Mom's reaction intensified, her moans grew louder, and her legs loosened their grip on my buttocks, as if urging me to thrust harder. I then thrust in and out dozens more times, and Mom's vagina suddenly contracted as if it could move, tightly gripping my penis. Her open legs clamped around my waist, and after holding her breath for a few moments, Mom let out a long, muffled moan—Mom had reached orgasm.
Immediately afterward, Mom went limp, like a battery about to run out of steam. I, too, couldn't hold back any longer, and with each contraction of her vaginal muscles, I ejaculated. Sitting on the bed, savoring the afterglow, I watched as my mother's mind grew increasingly listless, almost falling asleep. Seeing her waning reaction, I knew the alcohol was taking effect again.
My mother, clinging to her last ounce of strength, struggled to lift her head, one hand on the bed, the other resting on her already swollen vulva. With her index and middle fingers, she slowly parted her thick labia, revealing her vulva completely. After doing this, my mother's head lolled to the side, and she drifted into a deep sleep. My mother's tenacious fighting spirit and indomitable will completely touched my sensitive nerves. I went mad, possessed. A lustful fire began to surge through my mind. My eyes were bloodshot, my penis hard and erect, and I pressed myself against my mother. I secretly vowed to protect my queen with my life.
Chapter Six:
Since that incident, I've been absent-minded in everything I do. During the day in class, I didn't pay any attention and had no idea what the teacher was talking about. During breaks, I hung out with my three best friends, and the topics we usually talked about with great interest now sounded like chewing wax to me, utterly boring. It was even worse when I got home at night, often provoking my mother's wrath and earning me a good scolding.
In a daze, my mind was filled with the same thing every day—my mother's body. Soft tongue, warm body, tight vaginal muscles, alluring moans…
these sensations of my mother seemed to be a part of me, impossible to shake off. I felt like I was possessed, my mind filled with strange thoughts. At night, lying in bed, even with my ears covered, my mother's sickeningly sweet moans still echoed in my ears…
A week passed…
9:30 pm.
"Finally finished my homework." I stretched and walked out of my room, habitually going to the living room. The familiar scene repeated itself: the television was shining into the air, bottles and cigarette butts were carelessly tossed on the coffee table. Wait, where's Mom? For some reason, my heart started racing, and my legs, unable to contain themselves, urged me to hurry to Mom's master bedroom.
Less than a meter from the bed, Mom was lying drunk on the wooden floor, seemingly exhausted from the alcohol as she tried to get back into bed. Her
sleeping posture was quite unseemly; her head, hands, and feet were all on the floor, her round buttocks sticking up high, facing me directly into the doorway. She was still only wearing a "two-piece suit," this time a brown bra and panties.
"Mom gets drunk even with a small amount of alcohol, let alone so much today."
"Once she falls asleep drunk, she'll never wake up."
"Even if she does wake up, she'll be perfectly disappointed the next day..." I didn't even know what I was thinking.
Looking at my mother, drunk and slumped over, her large, protruding buttocks, it felt as if this whole scene was specially prepared for me.
"Just once."
"Let me use Mom's pussy one last time."
"Just let me put it in for a moment." I silently told myself.
Rationally, I knew this was wrong, but the pent-up desire that had been raging for days had once again broken through my fragile defenses.
I quickly squatted behind my mother's buttocks, and looking at her plump bottom so close, before I could think further, my hand, without control, swiftly pulled down her panties. That pussy I had dreamed of, the one I hadn't seen for a week, was once again before me.
Now, I was completely out of control, my mind buzzing, my heart pounding wildly. Following my most primal instincts, I immediately pulled down my pants, revealing my already rock-hard penis. My hands trembled as I parted my mother's thick, tight labia, thrusting my penis hard into her exposed vulva and tender flesh.
"Ah, ah." I once again enjoyed that long-lost sensation of her vaginal muscles enveloping my penis. This was exactly what I wanted. Like someone dying of thirst in the desert, I tasted sweet, cool spring water, which made me moan with pleasure.
"Mom's vagina is even tighter than last time."
"Ah, so warm, it's okay to thrust again, right?!" At that moment, I didn't realize I was gradually yielding to another version of myself.
I grabbed my mother's smooth, plump buttocks with both hands, pushing myself into her vagina with unrestrained, blissful abandon.
"Oh no, it seems like a little bit leaked out."
"Ah, is it okay to just shoot half inside?"
"But it feels more comfortable if I don't pull out."
"Is it okay to shoot it all in?" In the end, I couldn't control my penis and shot all the semen I had accumulated over the week into my mother's vagina.
After doing that naughty thing, I sat on the ground, staring blankly at my mother's vaginal opening, a little dazed. White liquid was slowly overflowing and flowing onto the ground.
"Even though it's all inside, I'm not an adult anyway." I shook my head, abruptly shaking off the physiological knowledge that had just surfaced in my mind and made me feel uneasy.
"As long as it's Mom, it will definitely be okay." I made a willful conclusion. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I think of my mother first and ask her to help me solve them.
Without the annoying unease from before, I comfortably rested my head on half of my mother's buttocks, rubbing my face against her buttocks, acting coquettishly, and re-examining the vagina in front of me that I couldn't get enough of.
"Right, it'll be fine if I just use my fingers to pry it out. Besides, it'll be terrible if Mom finds out if it's left inside." Staring blankly at my mother's vulva, this idea suddenly came to me.
"Then wipe it clean with a wet wipe, just like last time." Looking at my mother's vulva, which could both give me pleasure and inspire me, I couldn't help but love it even more. My smugness resurfaced.
Completely without any hesitation, I began to implement my plan. Reaching out one hand, I mimicked the scene of my mother using two fingers to spread her labia, and then used the fingers of my other hand to probe inside.
"Mmm, so tight." "
There are so many fleshy folds inside her vulva, no wonder it feels so good when it grips my penis." Seeing my mother's internal structure, I easily figured out why my mother was so fascinated by me.
"Huh, what's this smaller hole for?"
"And what's this clitoris for?" I clumsily used my fingers to pry out the semen left inside her vulva, while at the same time developing an even stronger interest in my mother's vulva.
My mother's ultimate physical secrets are about to be unlocked one by one...
Chapter
Seven The next day, I got up early, carefully monitoring my mother's every move after she woke up. Sure enough, just as expected, my mother's memories of being drunk disappeared completely the next day.
From my birthday onwards, my life with my mother truly began. Waiting for my mother to get drunk every night had changed from being the most hated thing to what I looked forward to the most...
Regarding cleaning duties, I went from complaining and grumbling to being "hardworking and conscientious."
My sexual experience also gradually became richer, from the initial "brute force" and "just for momentary pleasure" to the current "varied" and "fancy" approaches, starting to play with my mother in different "creative" ways.
The reason my mind became so active was because two "revolutionary opportunities" occurred when I was having sex with my mother.
The first "opportunity" was after I found my mother in the living room and tasted the "sweetness." Just like before, I leaned against the wall, supporting my mother as we walked slowly towards the master bedroom, stopping and starting. Everything was the same. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes emanating from her was still just as unpleasant. I held her wrist with one hand and tightly embraced her waist with the other, keeping her body pressed close to mine.
But "times have changed." Now I was "someone who had been there before." A subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere within me.
The "stopping and starting" felt like a hug and embrace; the
"unbearable smell" transformed into her breath sweet and fragrant in my ear;
the arm I held and the waist I held were interpreted as intimate contact;
I supported my mother, stopping and starting in a "hug and embrace," her breath sweet and fragrant on my face, my arms and waist in "intimate contact"...
My penis involuntarily hardened again halfway there. My hand, which was wrapped around my mother's waist, became "restless," groping her plump buttocks, which gave me even more pleasure. My other hand caressed my mother's smooth arm, and I used my breasts to "take advantage" of her.
I, "self-taught," had learned how to "take advantage" of my mother, feeling the waves of ecstasy transmitted to me by her body.
"Even without using my mother's vagina, other places can give me just as good a feeling." Holding my mother's smooth body, I suddenly seemed to think of something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Impatient, I put my mother, who was completely drunk, on the floor halfway through. I began my first attempt at "flowery" techniques. I took out my erect penis and aimed it at my mother's body, exploring it again as if we were meeting for the first time, from top to bottom, not missing any place on my mother's body that could give me pleasure. My current method was like playing a "minesweeper" game on my mother's body with my penis. The minefields were the areas that would make my penis feel even better.
My mother's cheeks, mouth, and neck were the first areas I scanned with my penis, and the unique "sexual pleasure" made me unable to extricate myself from them.
In the days that followed, while waiting for my mother to get drunk, I used my penis to sweep through every "danger zone" on my mother's body in less than a week. To be honest, my mother's whole body was a treasure, all available for my enjoyment. Of course, besides my mouth and vagina, which were the two major "danger zones" that I enjoyed the most, I also used my penis to sweep out four other major "danger zones" on my mother.
They were: my mother's big breasts, palms, soles of her feet, and beautiful legs. What I liked the most, of course, was my mother's pair of big breasts. I used my penis to push into my mother's bouncy and large breasts, or to rub my penis back and forth between my mother's breasts, and it felt great. Several times, I stopped in this "danger zone" and "shattered to pieces".
Because I could successfully deceive my mother each time. Watching my seemingly oblivious mother go about her work and life as usual, I felt incredibly smug.
This "everything is under control" style of doing things, which I learned from my mother, felt absolutely amazing. However, while my mother used it for her daytime career and family, I used it at night to indulge in the pleasures of my mother's body.
To be honest, under my mother's watchful eye, I grew increasingly bold and was no longer satisfied with just "drunken moments." I started actively making small talk with my mother, engaging in flirtatious banter. My mother, still completely unaware of the hidden meaning in my words, felt an explosive sense of pleasure whenever she gave a serious reply. I craved this feeling of "answering irrelevantly." The
psychological thrill of arguing with my mother was on par with the physical pleasure of my penis inside her!
Sometimes, I would even deliberately provoke my mother to earn a severe scolding from her. I pretended to listen to my mother's lecture with my head down, but actually I was stealing glances at her large breasts, which heaved with anger. At times like this, I was secretly overjoyed, treating it as a prelude to my "retribution" against my mother that evening. That timid, cowardly, and petty me seemed to have changed without me realizing it… Now
, the thought that it had been over half a year since my mother and I had started our life together, and I was only now realizing this "good thing," filled me with intense hatred for my past self, the "foolish Hua."
Another "opportunity" arose after I had experienced all of my mother's "danger zones."
That night, my mother, having drunk alcohol, went to bed early. After finishing my homework, I excitedly rushed to the living room. Seeing that my mother wasn't there, I stared blankly at the empty room for a moment, then turned and ran towards my mother's master bedroom. Although it was only a dozen steps away, the thought of my mother's voluptuous body, her alluring breasts, and her cunt about to be fucked made my penis hard again, almost bursting through my skin.
Pushing open the door, I saw her body on the bed, completely at my mercy. Having just "lost my job," I suddenly felt a little out of sorts, my hands restless. My lewd thoughts surged, and I decided to take my mother to my room for the night.
So, I helped my mother, who was already "in position," and we "huddled and embraced" as we headed towards my room. On the way, in my eagerness, I couldn't help but wantonly fondle my mother's unresponsive body. Finally
, I brought my mother to my room, my private territory. I gently placed my mother on the bed and slowly removed her only underwear and panties.
I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing through the moonlight streaming in from the window, captivated by her flawless, alabaster-like body. I was mesmerized. My hand traced the curves of her skin, sliding slowly from her cheek down her neck, then down to her large breast. Suddenly, my expression contorted into a ferocious rage. I violently and forcefully kneaded her breasts, then quickly switched to the other breast, repeating the same actions. Her breasts changed shape wildly in my hands, as if declaring my exclusive ownership, playing with something that rightfully belonged to me! My penis, unable to contain itself any longer, quickly thrust into my mother's vagina. I didn't consciously control the timing of my ejaculation; I reverted to my most primal, brute force. The familiar enveloping sensation of her vagina quickly brought me to orgasm. I inserted my penis to the deepest part of my mother's vagina, spraying out every last drop of thick semen. Once again, I proved my exclusive "right" to my mother.
And so, with more and more "adulterous" acts, traces of my time with my mother filled every corner of our house: the hallway, the second bedroom, the kitchen, the dining room… Of course, my favorite place was still my room.
The most thrilling time was when my dad's business in the neighboring province was starting to take shape and needed to integrate logistics with my mom's company. My mom was busy from morning till night, getting home around 9 pm, quickly eating dinner, showering, and going to bed. She had no time to sit down and drink. For over a week, I was stuck at home with my mom's body—a body I could never get enough of, yet unable to release my pent-up desires. Having just tasted the "flavor," I was nearly driven mad with pent-up frustration.
Then one evening, the busy work finally came to an end. My mom, fresh from her shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat comfortably on the sofa, drinking again, watching TV, and humming a little tune. Inside, I was constantly watching my mom's movements. When I noticed, I was overjoyed, almost jumping for joy. This day had finally arrived! My penis became rock hard again, the veins throbbing, looking menacing. I sat in my chair, completely distracted from my homework. I did nothing but stare intently at the clock, waiting for my mother to get drunk. One second, two seconds…
With perfect timing, the moment the clock struck, I rushed to the living room and, without a word, helped my unresponsive mother to my favorite "battlefield"—my bedroom.
Looking at my mother now in my "hands," I glanced at the unfinished homework on her desk. My audacious thoughts took hold again.
I ripped off the bathrobe wrapped around her, too impatient to care about anything else. Just like when I rush home from school and stuff my books into my bag, I roughly shoved most of my mother's body under the desk, leaving only her plump buttocks sticking out, facing me.
I squatted down, pried open my mother's thick, bun-shaped labia with both hands, pursed my lips, and expertly spat into her vagina with a "pui" sound, knowing it would make my penis thrust in and out more smoothly and comfortably later. In just under a month, I had made rapid progress and had completely mastered how to use my mother's body to better please myself.
I sat back in the chair, adjusted the position of my mother's plump buttocks so that her protruding vaginal opening could fit my penis on the chair more perfectly. I patiently pushed it in little by little, forcing myself to remain still, only using my penis to feel the tightness and contraction of my mother's vaginal flesh. What should have been a half-hour homework assignment took me an hour and a half to complete, with both my penis and vagina working simultaneously. I had to ensure that the homework was done well, and also fully enjoy my mother's tight embrace. My toes would occasionally rub against my mother's large breasts. I had taken my mother to a "new level" of pleasure.
Looking only at my upper body, under the desk lamp, I'm diligently doing my homework at my desk, head down. Like a good student.
Looking only at my lower body, in the darkness, I'm shamelessly defiling my mother under the desk, head held high. Like a demon.
I imagine my homework as hundreds or thousands of "enemies," and myself as the invincible "General Meng Yi," protecting the queen behind me, fighting alone...
I'm completely absorbed in the scene I created, while all I get in return is my mother's drunken ramblings...
In the end, I still wasn't satisfied, so I pulled my mother from the floor onto my bed, grabbing one of her large breasts that "can't be held in one hand" with each hand, fucking her thoroughly, inside and out. I don't remember how many times I ejaculated, but I kept ejaculating until I had nothing left to ejaculate, then I was satisfied and sent my mother back to the master bedroom.
Now, I'm becoming more and more dependent on my mother's vagina every night.
Mom is increasingly bothered by a "small matter" every morning—her vaginal discharge is gradually increasing, sometimes even dripping onto her underwear. It feels strange, but she can't quite put her finger on it. As the new day begins, Mom, who is naturally easygoing and somewhat tomboyish, quickly forgets about this "small matter" after showering and changing into a clean, sexy pair of underwear...
[The End]

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