[Urban] Incest is another form of care (Complete) - 19-21

6. Keeping it a secret from Dad:

Dad wasn't coming back until the end of the year. To avoid arousing his suspicion, Mom and I stayed in the inner room for a few days. Mom still lived with Dad in the inner room, while I remained in the west wing.

In the first few days after Dad's return, my desire for Mom wasn't so strong, but by the fifth day, I found it difficult to control my lust. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, really wanting to rush into the inner room, pull Mom in, and release my pent-up desires.

I put on my coat and went to the window in the inner room. Through the window frame, I heard Mom and Dad's soft snoring. Suddenly, I remembered a way to deliberately make noise and lure Mom out. I quickly found a basin, pushed it on the ground, and with a loud "bang," it was especially clear in the quiet night. Sure enough, the noise startled Mom and Dad in the inner room. The light in the window turned on, and then Mom, wearing a cotton coat, opened the door and came out.

When Mom reached my door, I softly called "Mom," then pulled her into the room and kissed her passionately without a word.

My mother seemed bewildered by my sudden action. After she calmed down, she gently pushed me away and whispered, "Are you out of your mind? Your father is still awake!"

"I don't care, Mom, I've missed you so much these past few days..." I said, and then hugged my mother back. At that moment, I truly felt a sense of "I'd rather die under your skirt than be a ghost in your romantic life."

"Tie Niu, don't be like this, listen to me." Mom gasped as she broke free from my embrace, smoothing her hair and softly saying, "I know what you're thinking, but your father is in the other room, he can hear everything, what if..."

"Mom, think about the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, why only think about the 'what if'?" I hugged her again, "Don't be afraid..."

"No! Tie Niu, since Mom promised you, how could Mom not agree?" Mom looked at me and said,

"We should still be careful, you need to think of a foolproof plan." Mom's words reminded me, yes, I can't let Mom live in constant fear, I need a long-term plan.

After Mom left, I racked my brains for a solution, thinking of one after another, but none of them worked. Dad had become a stumbling block between Mom and me, but I couldn't let Dad die. In a daze, I suddenly remembered, "What if I gave Dad some sleeping pills every night? Yes, that's a good idea!"

The next day I went to several clinics and bought two bottles of sleeping pills for Mom. "Will this work?" Mom asked hesitantly.

"No problem, just don't give Dad too many at once, two pills are enough." Actually, the doctor said one pill, but I was worried the dosage wouldn't be enough, so I had Mom give him two. Mom clutched the pills tightly in her hand; I could tell she was very nervous.

To reassure her, I comforted her, saying, "Mom, don't worry, this medicine is for insomnia, it'll be good for Dad, he'll sleep better."

That night, I made the bed early, waiting for Mom, but she didn't come. Had Mom not given Dad the medicine?

I waited anxiously until midnight, but I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed the door to the inner room; it was bolted from the inside. I went to the window to listen, and I could only hear Dad snoring, but I couldn't hear Mom's voice.

I wanted to call for Mom, but I was worried about waking Dad; I wanted to go into the inner room, but the door was bolted again. My overwhelming desire made it impossible for me to wait any longer; I had no choice but to pry

the door open—it was the last resort I could think of these past few days. To prevent the hinges from rattling, I smeared a bowl of soybean oil on them, then inserted a small knife into the crack and used the tip to pry open the latch—once, twice, three times…

The latch opened, and with a gentle push, the door opened silently. Suppressing my nervous excitement, I squeezed my way into the room. Knowing the room's layout, I went straight to my parents' room.

By the starlight streaming through the window, I saw my mother sleeping next to my father. He was lying on his back, snoring loudly, one arm draped over my mother's waist. It seemed he had taken sleeping pills, as he was completely unaware of my presence.

I tentatively removed his arm from my mother's body, but he still didn't react. My heart pounded wildly, and I gently nudged my mother.

Mom seemed to have sensed my arrival and grabbed my hand. I pulled her up with a little force and wrapped my clothes around her.

Mom gestured for me to be quiet. I pointed to Dad, who was fast asleep, as if he were in a deep sleep. I held Mom in my arms through Dad and quietly returned to the west wing.

"How dare you! You actually dared to sneak Mom out of Dad's bed!" Mom said shyly, pressing her face against my chest.

"I couldn't wait any longer, Mom." I kissed Mom's fair neck and caressed her breasts.

"Mom, why didn't you come sooner?"

"I was afraid he would wake up. What if he wasn't asleep?" Mom's body was still trembling with anxiety.

"How many pills did you give him?" I became worried too, wondering if Mom had given Dad the right amount.

"Three pills!" Mom was still worried about the dosage. "I was afraid two pills wouldn't be enough, so I added one more."

"That's enough. Enough for him to sleep until noon tomorrow." I hugged Mom's cool body tightly and wrapped the blanket around her...

That night, absence truly felt like reunion. It was under those circumstances that I stole Mom from Dad's bed, and I felt incredibly excited, making the act particularly thrilling.

I gently pressed Mom down beneath me and lowered my head to suckle her cherry-like nipples. For a man, no matter his age, breasts are always filled with fond memories and sweet recollections. At that moment, I suckled at Mom's breasts with that same feeling, licking her nipples with my tongue and gently biting them with my teeth until my tongue had licked every inch of her breast. My other hand kneaded Mom's firm, white breasts like dough, my fingers kneading and pinching her nipples, playing with them wantonly.

I sucked hard on my mother's nipple, my tongue swirling up and down, left and right.

My sucking and caresses caused her body to involuntarily twist and turn, and her tender flesh and uterus began to flow with moist, lustful fluid.

As if afraid I would run away, my mother held my head tightly, pressing it against her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage.

This fueled my desire even more, and I sucked on her nipple even more vigorously, kneading her breasts with even more force.

This teasing pressing and sucking made my mother feel unbearably itchy all over. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones. She enjoyed this unprecedented feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, her breath coming in rapid gasps, letting me play with her beautiful body.

Seeing my mother's shy appearance, my desire ignited like a wildfire. I eagerly ran my hand down my mother's chest, across her upper abdomen, ribs, and navel, until I reached her lower abdomen.

Her lower abdomen wasn't flat, but it was very smooth, slightly bulging, with many orange-peel-like wrinkles on her skin—wrinkles from when she was pregnant with us. The soft subcutaneous fat filled my palm, and my hand felt as if it were being sucked.

Moving past her smooth abdomen, I reached below her lower abdomen, my fingers lightly caressing her vulva. My fingers parted her pubic hair and slipped inside her plump labia.

"Mom… ah, Mom…"

"Ah… um… Tie Niu?… Oh…" My mother's body trembled, and she hugged me even tighter.

Listening to my mother's lewd voice and watching her passionate actions, my large penis, like an angry horse, stood erect, veins bulging, throbbing and swelling to its limit, the red glans like a small fist. I knelt between my mother's legs, grasping my hard, erect penis and rubbing it against her already wet clitoris.

My mother suppressed the urge to scream, closed her eyes, her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her legs raised high to the sides, her hands reaching down to part her pubic hair, parting her already swollen and engorged labia, opening her pink and translucent vulva, eagerly awaiting my penetration.

My mother's actions and the lewd expression on her face made me unbearably aroused; hearing her moans was truly unbearable. I pounced on her, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep, pressing down on my mother's full body, rubbing my large penis against her labia, and kissing her bright red lips.

"Oh...Tie Niu...Mom can't take it anymore...Quick..." Mom's voice was choked with sobs, her body trembling uncontrollably.

My large glans teased Mom's labia a few times, and it was already completely wet. I gripped my penis, the glans pressing against her clitoris, and thrust my hips down forcefully! With a "whoosh," the huge glans pushed aside her soft labia, slid over her trembling clitoris, and opened her vulva—as I twisted my waist and thrust my hips, in an instant, my hot penis was deeply inserted into Mom's wet vulva.

"Ah!" Mom cried out loudly, even I was surprised. At the same time, Mom's face turned red, her labia were already engorged and hard, and warm, sticky, wet fluid kept flowing from the deep crevice. The sudden insertion of my penis aroused Mom's strong sexual desire again, and her labia suddenly tightened, sucking on my penis tightly.

"Mom, just scream if you want to... Dad can't hear you." I whispered to her, trying to ease her shyness. My penis penetrated deeper into her clitoris, encouraging her to be as unrestrained as possible.

"Mom, I'll make you feel even better..." My penis thrust in and out of her slippery cunt, rotating incessantly, teasing the tender flesh of her vaginal walls to contract and spasm.

"Ah... Oh... Good... Hmm... Hmm..." Mom indeed began to moan, her brows furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, and her lips trembling.

With each thrust, the foreskin of my penis rolled back to the base, sticking to Mom's labia. My pubic hair also stuck to Mom's pubic hair. Mom's labia became even more engorged and swollen from the intense stimulation and vigorous friction, and a thick, sticky liquid gushed out.

"Oh... Oh... Tie Niu... I... Itchy... So itchy... Ah... So sore..."

Mom became even more excited from the powerful impact of my glans. She cried out that she couldn't take it anymore, but her hips were desperately rising and thrusting upwards, yearning for my glans to penetrate deeper and stimulate her more. The blissful, ecstatic sensation, the waves of passion and pleasure, made her tremble all over. My penis gave her waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming her reason; her uterus was overflowing with even more vaginal fluid.

At this moment, Mom was intoxicated by the intense pleasure and passion, accepting every movement and trick I made without hesitation. Because, in this wave of wonderful excitement, she was almost going crazy.

"Oh... I can't... I can't take it... Oh... It's so itchy... Oh..." My penis kept swirling in her cunt, the glans repeatedly striking Mom's clitoris, the most sensitive area on a woman's body. This made Mom's whole body feel like it was being electrocuted—tingling, numb, sore, and itchy. She closed her eyes, twisting her body to enjoy that wonderful sensation.

Seeing Mom's wanton appearance, my lust burned even brighter. I wrapped one arm around my mother's shoulder and the other gripped the headboard, using its weight to apply pressure to her body. My mother reflexively squeezed her thighs together, her lower body trembling slightly, her waist rising in rhythm with my movements.

"Ah...oh...Tie Niu..." my mother moaned again. She slightly straightened her thighs, her swaying waist trembling uncontrollably. My mother's vaginal fluids had already overflowed, making my penis even harder and slipperier, each thrust reaching deep inside.

"Ah...all the way in...oh..." My mother's vaginal fluids surged again, overflowing from my penis, soaking my testicles, and wetting my mother's buttocks and the sheets beneath her. With each thrust, more and hotter vaginal fluids gushed from my mother's body.

I thrust harder into my mother's cunt, teasing her clitoris, in and out, in and out again, repeatedly, faster and deeper, harder and harder, more and more powerful.

"Oh!...Tie Niu...Mom can't take it anymore...Oh..." With my mother's moans, another gush of hot, lustful fluid gushed from deep within her cunt. This time, not only were her labia trembling, but even her thighs, spread apart from her waist down, were shaking; her whole body was shivering.

My mother's lower body spasmed again, involuntarily arching upwards to welcome my thrusts. My penis continuously stimulated her most sensitive erogenous zones; my lower abdomen was already covered in my mother's lustful fluids, and my mother had completely fallen into the abyss of greed.

Every time my penis thrust downwards, my mother eagerly rushed forward; every time I pulled upwards, my mother tightened her legs, hoping to suck my penis in. My mother gripped my hair even tighter with both hands, her legs bracing against the bed, her disheveled hair swaying from side to side, her entire body twisting and coiling like a dying snake.

"Oh... I... can't take it anymore... Tie Niu... it's so itchy..."

I was completely immersed in my mother's physical pleasure, ignoring her pleas and not wanting to stop for a moment. My penis grew harder and thicker, the thrusting faster and harder, the force increasing. With each frenzied climax, I could no longer control my wild, unbridled lust, until my last drop of semen shot deep into my mother's cervix...

That night, my penis was almost never out of my mother's body, even while I slept, it was inside her cunt, I couldn't tell when I was doing it or when I was resting.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, the bright light blinding me, my mind blank. My mother was already gone, the bedsheets were in disarray.

A night of frenzied sexual release left my penis shriveled several times, limp and powerless like a silkworm pupa that had spun its silk, hanging down, sticky and covered in vaginal fluid. Even my thick pubic hair was matted with it. Several paste-like stains remained on the sheets, some congealed, some still damp—a mixture of my semen and my mother's vaginal fluid.

I carefully collected them, treasuring them in my dictionary. Only then did I make the bed and get up to eat. My mother had already prepared the meal. Seeing me get up, she smiled shyly and turned to bring me water to wash my face. I patted my mother's buttocks, and we exchanged a knowing smile; I could see the joy in her eyes.

"Where is he?" I pointed to the main room, wondering if my father was awake.

"Still sleeping," my mother said, smiling slightly.

"That medicine really works."

"Yes, we don't have to worry about anything going wrong anymore." After washing my face, I sprinkled water in the yard and then swept it again. The yard was much tidier and neater, resembling a picture of a harmonious family life.

From then on, every night when my mother was giving my father his medicine, she would add a few sleeping pills. My father would fall asleep without realizing it, and my mother and I lived a carefree and sweet life. My mother's body became fuller day by day, her complexion was exceptionally good, her skin became more delicate and smooth, and she gained weight, showing the plumpness often seen in mature women.

In the days that followed, my mother and I were very careful, taking advantage of every safe opportunity to fully enjoy the pleasure of incestuous sex. Sometimes, we would simply spend two days outside, in some cave or dense forest, engaging in sexual acts like wild animals.

Dad never suspected anything about our frequent outings, only thinking I was a dutiful son. In fact, I think he must have been very happy; with his wife and son gone, he could get drunk without worry.

7.

The morning before school started, I suddenly noticed Mom vomiting. I thought she was sick and panicked. Just as I was about to call a doctor, Mom stopped me. It turned out she was over a month pregnant.

I was shocked! For the past six months, Mom and I had made love every night, while Dad had been drugged by us every night, so he hadn't had a chance to conceive. Clearly, the child in Mom's belly was mine!

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I kept complaining. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do? This time it's all over!"

"Didn't you want a son for a long time? Why are you scared now?" Mom seemed very calm.

"Mom, I'm not scared, I'm worried about you. If others find out… sigh!" I really didn't know how to comfort Mom.

Mom hugged my head, stroking my short hair. "Tie Niu, do you want this child?" I buried my head in Mom's arms, nodding vigorously a few times, gently stroking Mom's slightly protruding belly, its skin unusually smooth and soft.

"As long as you want it, nothing else matters." Mom cupped my face, looking into my eyes, and said,

"You really want it?"

"Yes!" I nodded firmly. This is my bloodline, my seed, and the crystallization of my love with Mom. How could I not want it?

Mom said confidently, "Alright, Tie Niu. Over the years, your father has suffered from chronic alcoholism due to his fondness for alcohol, and has long suffered from near-term amnesia. In the past six months, he can no longer remember whether he has made love with Mom." A

month later, Mom told Dad that she was pregnant again. Dad had always hoped that Mom could have another child; moreover, Dad had been the only son in three generations, and the policy allowed him to have another child. Therefore, Mom's pregnancy made Dad extremely proud of the miracle of breaking the one-son rule.

One evening, Mom, a smile on her face, came into my room with her bedding and said, "I told your dad he smokes and drinks every night. I can't stand the smell, and for the sake of a healthy baby, I'm going to sleep in your room. Your dad agreed, so from now on, every night is yours." "

Great! Mom, from now on we can be like a real couple!" I grabbed her and showered her with countless kisses.

Things proceeded exactly as Mom had planned. Mom's belly grew bigger day by day.

Watching Mom move around with my child inside her, her face radiating the happiness unique to pregnant women, I was overjoyed. "Mom is carrying my child!" I felt incredibly proud.

Mom, even more voluptuous and alluring with pregnancy, was irresistible to me. Of course, during this time, Mom and I made love less often, but our joy only increased.

June 20th is a day I will never forget.

That night, Mom and I were entwined in each other's arms. My mother was worried that my robust body would press on the fetus, so we did it with her on top, but my thick, long penis still occasionally bumped into the fetus. Of course, during this period, sex was mostly symbolic, not as wild and rough as before. I was worried that my mother's body couldn't handle it, and I was also worried that I would harm the baby in her womb. Even so, my mother still seemed very weak, and she would fall asleep quickly after we finished.

I held my mother in my arms, looking at her sleeping face, and I couldn't help but kiss her. After a long time, my mother's lips trembled slightly, as if she was still immersed in a tired dream. One arm hung down on the edge of the bed, and the other was curled up on her abdomen. As the fetus grew, my mother's breasts were no longer so sagging, but had begun to become full and swollen, like two bloated water bags; the nipples became increasingly erect, and the areolas gradually became heavier.

My hand quietly touched them, and I grasped one of my mother's breasts, slowly kneading it. This breast that once nourished me was so soft and full, and now it would nourish my offspring again. I pinched my nipples, which were erect from the stimulation, between my fingers, and pressed my entire palm against my full breasts, stroking and rotating them . I wondered what my mother would call us after she gave birth to our child.

Stimulated by this, my mother's dormant libido was reawakened. She couldn't help but close her eyes, pout her lips, and raise her chin higher, wrapping her arms around my neck and passionately responding to my kisses, sucking on my tongue as I entered her mouth. At that moment, we forgot our identities; it was simply pure male and female instinct. We only wanted to possess each other, to possess each other's love.

Ethics, morality, mother-son relationships, incest taboos—all were long forgotten. We rolled and kissed on the bed until I finally climbed on top of my mother again. Our lips seemed glued together, our tongues still intertwined.

When my lips left hers, her tongue involuntarily reached out to chase after mine. I opened my mouth and sucked on her tongue, finally extending my own and entwining it with hers in the air.

As I passionately kissed my mother, my hands never stopped pinching her nipples with my fingers, kneading her soft, supple breasts. She closed her eyes, absorbing this rare tenderness. The warmth from my hands spread from her breasts throughout her body, bringing a subtle, sweet sensation. My mother's body trembled slightly, and her legs involuntarily crossed. Seeing

her keen reaction, I asked with concern, "Mom, what's wrong?"

She glanced shyly at the bedpan under the bed (we usually keep the bedpan in the bedroom), and I knew she needed to urinate.

"Mommy, do you need to pee?" Mom nodded shyly and was about to get out of bed when I quickly stood up and stopped her, saying, "Mommy, let me help you pee, okay?"

Mom pushed my hands away and said, "That's too embarrassing, let me do it myself."

"No, Mommy, didn't you say you'd listen to me?" I wanted to see how Mommy peed, so I stubbornly insisted on hugging her. Mommy had no choice but to give in to my request, obediently snuggling into my arms like a little aunt. Mommy's back was pressed against my chest, and I spread my hands apart, holding Mommy's thighs and placing her buttocks on the potty.

I whispered in Mommy's ear, "Mommy, pee."

After waiting for a long time, Mommy still couldn't pee. Mommy said anxiously, "No, Tie Niu, I can't pee like this."

"Don't be nervous, Mommy, it'll be over in a minute." I insisted on watching Mommy pee and waited patiently.

My mother rested her head on my shoulder, her face nestled against my neck, her warm breath brushing against my chin.

My gaze traveled down her chest; her nipples, stimulated, had become erect again. The dull areolas gradually turned rosy, spreading outwards to accentuate the erect nipples, making me drool with desire to bite them. Her snow-white belly appeared exceptionally full, her rounded abdomen resembling an inverted pot; the dark pubic hair at her mons pubis haphazardly covered her genitals.

I imagined how beautiful it would be for my mother to urinate from there. Perhaps due to a sudden stimulation, "whoosh—" a stream of clear urine shot out…

My mother urinated, like a torrent, tracing an arc as it splashed into the potty, creating a ripple.

I stared intently at my mother's cunt, but since I was looking down, all I could see was urine splashing against her disheveled pubic hair, pouring into the potty with a "whoosh" sound, creating tiny waves.

Instantly, my blood boiled, and my penis hardened again, throbbing and protruding from my mother's voluptuous buttocks, its large glans right beneath her cunt. My mother's scalding urine poured over my glans, making my penis even harder, larger, and gleaming a deep purple-red. I could no longer control my surging desire. As soon as my mother finished urinating, I turned her around, lifted her legs, and reached between them to pick her up!

"Oh... Tie Niu, what are you doing?" my mother asked, her voice hoarse.

"I'm carrying you to bed!" I stood up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my penis thrust upwards into her cunt, throbbing with each step.

"Mom, do you know what this move is called?"

"Oh... I don't know." My mother's eyes were glazed, her arms wrapped around my neck, her face pressed against my shoulder.

"This is called a monkey climbing a tree!" With each step, though the twitching wasn't large, it was real. Mom's body trembled and slumped down, and my penis penetrated even tighter and deeper.

I placed Mom on the edge of the bed, leaving her lower body suspended in the air. I stood between Mom's parted legs, her entire body presented before me. Her two full breasts were almost bursting, and her white, plump belly was creased with a deep wrinkle.

Due to the penetration of my penis, her lower abdomen bulged even more. I put her legs on my shoulders, causing her entire buttocks to fold upwards. Mom's labia tightened, biting down on my penis.

In an instant, Mom frowned, her body straightened, and Mom's hands suddenly released. As the head of my penis penetrated her already wet vaginal mucous membrane and entered her flesh, a trembling pleasure flowed through Mom's body, and the lustful desire hidden within her exploded.

"Ah... I'm so itchy... Oh... Oh..."

Hearing her mother's lewd moans and expressions excited me even more. I arched my back and thrust my penis upwards to her cunt, then plunged it downwards with a "squelch," my large penis going all the way in.

"Ah... Ah... It's so itchy... Tie Niu... Oh..." My mother hugged my broad back tightly.

Hearing my mother's lewd moans, I began to thrust violently. I enjoyed the feeling of my penis being tightly sucked by my mother's warm, wet cunt, I enjoyed the wonderful sensation of the tender flesh inside her undulating as it sucked my penis, I couldn't help but say, "Oh... Oh... Mom... Your cunt... It's so tight... Hmm..."

"Oh... Hmm... Tie Niu... Ah... You're going to kill Mom..." Hearing my mother's moans, I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. My mother also held her breath, swaying her body from side to side, matching my movements.

With experience and my mother's active cooperation, I quickly reached orgasm. The tingling, pleasurable sensation emanating from the point where our mothers' genitals met spread throughout our bodies, causing them to spasm and convulse repeatedly. Our desire reached a climax of perfect harmony.

My mother clung to my back, moaning weakly, "So good...oh...Mommy's going to die...oh...it feels so good..."

The bed creaked, my mother cried out, I panted, and the entire room was filled with intense lust.

"Mommy...I'm going to cum...push...oh...push your ass up...oh..." My urgency awakened my mother's desire, and my trembling transmitted through my penis into her body.

Instantly, my mother arched her ass, and her vagina spasmed violently with the trembling of my penis. The powerful suction within her vagina gripped my swollen glans, and a gush of even hotter vaginal fluid gushed out, drenching my glans. A wave of scalding pleasure surged through my body like an electric current.

I gasped, my thighs twitched, my penis trembled and suddenly swelled, beginning the final thrust. Because of the two previous ejaculations, my semen seemed to be deeper and more concentrated. A gush of pent-up semen, like a jet of water from a high-pressure water gun, hissed and sprayed from my engorged penis, drenching my mother's cunt... "

Ah...it's burning me...ah..." My mother screamed shrilly, bringing our savage, primal intercourse to its ultimate climax!

"Creak, creak..." The bed seemed to crack.

"Huff, huff..." I breathed heavily, feeling my vas deferens dilate and burn even more, the last few spurts of semen somewhat hesitant.

"Ah...oh..." My mother groaned in her dying moments.

I could clearly feel my mother's labia gripping my penis, her cunt sucking on my glans, her cervix swallowing my semen; her buttocks thrusting back, her waist twisting, her shoulders convulsing, her hands trembling, her teeth chattering; her whole body was trembling with extreme pleasure. The climax lasted for over ten minutes before my mother's convulsing body slowly calmed down. Our bellies were soaked with our sticky sweat, vaginal fluid, and my mother's milk. A battle

of spirit and flesh, a war of humanity's most primal and forbidden nature, slowly came to a halt after my frenzied ejaculation. My mother was paralyzed with ecstasy, and my tired, heavy, and rapid breathing echoed in her ears. Gradually, the sweat stopped flowing, and her breathing became more normal. I gently kissed my mother's damp hair, kissed her eyes and cherry lips, still savoring the afterglow of her climax…

(The End)

Mother's Chapter: Husband, I've committed incest with my son!

(01)

As usual, at 5:30 in the morning, Ah-Ming woke up on his own without an alarm clock. After lingering in bed for five minutes, he got up at 5:35 and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast – fried eggs.

The whole family loves Ah-Ming's fried eggs, especially the freshly fried ones. He drizzles soy sauce on the hot pan, and the aroma of the soy sauce, combined with the smooth egg cake, makes the whole family never get tired of it. This is the taste of "enjoyment."

At 5:40, Li-Zhen also got up. After getting up, Li-Zhen spread butter on a thick slice of toast, steamed it in an electric cooker until soft, and then went to her children's rooms to wake them up one by one. The day began like this.

After the whole family had a hearty breakfast, at 7:00, Ah-Ming sent his two daughters who were in junior high school and his son who was in sixth grade to school. When he returned home, Li-Zhen had already boiled water and was waiting for Ah-Ming to make tea. Usually, after making tea, Ah-Ming would leave for work around 8:00.

Lizhen is a housewife. Every day, as A-Ming starts making tea, Lizhen puts the clothes in the washing machine, and after the machine spins, she drinks tea with A-Ming.

Today is a little different… Just as A-Ming is pouring the first brew of tea into the tea tray, he sees Lizhen walking in from the back balcony with a pair of underwear: “Honey, look!” Lizhen hands the underwear to A-Ming and says, “This morning when I woke our son up, I felt something was off… In this hot weather, your precious son was still tightly covered by a light blanket, looking flustered. I knew something was wrong!”

A-Ming takes the underwear, and Lizhen continues, “Your precious son washed two pairs of underwear today. The other pair is fine, but this one… Take a look yourself…”

A-Ming looks at the underwear and finds a milky white sticky substance inside; he brings it to his nose and smells a strong, fishy odor of semen.

In an instant, Ah Ming understood what was going on and laughed, saying, "What's the big deal? It's just our son growing up, having a wet dream in his pants, what's so strange about that?"

"How do you know it was a wet dream? Not masturbation? I think we should have a good talk with him after he gets off school tonight..."

"Wife... girls getting their first period, boys having wet dreams, it's just shy adolescence; don't make such a fuss, don't scare our darling!"

Ah Ming continued, "If it were masturbation, he would have cleaned it up properly, wouldn't leave it like this in his pants, leaving you evidence, right?"

Li Zhen rolled her eyes at Ah Ming and said, "Whatever... you should talk to him tonight..."

"Okay...okay...I'll talk to Ah-hui tonight...come...have tea..."

Ah-ming happily brewed the tea, thinking, "My son's grown up. He's only in sixth grade, but he's already pregnant..."

While brewing tea, the couple chatted as usual, without mentioning Ah-hui again...

After finishing the tea, Ah-ming went to work happily, thinking, "Today's Friday, tomorrow and the day after are holidays; I can plan a family fun..."

Li-zhen looked at her cheerful husband, wondering what he was thinking, but she was still a little nervous. Her son had ejaculated in his pants—what should she do? Was this normal? Although Li-zhen had older brothers when she was young, her parents had never taught her how to deal with teenage boys. Looking at her cheerful husband, Li-zhen wondered, "Am I really being too nervous, overthinking things?"

That evening, the whole family gathered for dinner, which Li-zhen had carefully prepared. As usual, the children shared stories of their school days, and Li-zhen and Ah-ming occasionally offered their opinions and views. The family chatted and ate together. But Lizhen was absent-minded, occasionally reminding Aming of today's events with her eyes, while Aming seemed to ignore her, turning his attention to his children's conversation.

Just as everyone was about to finish their meal, Aming suddenly changed the subject and said, "Um... after we finish eating, everyone take a shower early. After you shower, Dad has something to tell you..."

"What is it?" asked the eldest daughter, Xiaowen.

"Dad... what is it?" asked the youngest daughter, Xiaoli.

"Let Dad keep you in suspense... you'll know after you shower!" Aming replied mysteriously. Lizhen glared at Aming, while Aming responded with a smile.

(02) After the educational

meal, Lizhen and Xiaoli cleaned up the leftovers, Xiaowen went to take a shower as promised, and Ahui slipped back to his room. Aming strolled over to Ahui's room and saw Ahui concentrating on his homework. Aming's three children usually listened to their parents very well, and although their school grades weren't top-notch, they were all in the top five. In the eyes of the neighbors, Ahui was gentle and polite, while Xiaowen and Xiaoli were dignified and graceful; all three were considered well-behaved children by the neighbors.

Ahui noticed his father and called out in a slightly coquettish tone, "Dad..."

"Hmm...do you have a lot of homework?"

"Not too much, but I'm almost finished..."

"Hmm...good...good boy...keep it up!"

Aming, thinking of his son's wet dream last night, happily patted his son's head, looked at Ahui's homework for a while, and left Ahui's room with satisfaction.

At this moment, Lizhen and Xiaoli finished tidying up the table and tableware. It was Xiaoli's turn to take a shower. Lizhen saw A-Ming and quickly asked, "What are you going to talk about later? It's not about what happened this morning, is it?"

A-Ming smiled and said, "Yes... that thing."

Lizhen was a little surprised and quickly asked, "In front of the whole family? Is that okay? A-Hui, won't you be embarrassed?"

A-Ming's smile became even more charming: "No, it's time to talk to the kids about sex!"

"That... how embarrassing..."

A-Ming hugged Lizhen and said, "We're family, what's there to be embarrassed about? Is someone in the family a monster?"

Lizhen thought for a moment and said, "That's true..." "

I just got off work and I rented a movie. I'll let everyone watch it together later!"

"What movie?" Lizhen asked curiously.

"An adult film..." A-Ming replied mysteriously.

"A romantic movie? Are there any action movies with romance in them?"

"You'll find out soon, honey... but whatever I say later, you have to support me!"

"You're my husband, of course I'll support you..." Lizhen nodded in response to her husband.

A little while later, around 8:00, the whole family finished showering and gathered in the master bedroom. Lizhen and her two daughters sat on the bed, while A-Ming sat on a beanbag chair. As soon as A-Hui entered, A-Ming said to him, "A-Hui... come here... let Dad hug you..."

Hearing this, A-Hui lay down in his father's arms, hugging his father and looking at his mother and sisters.

"Dad... what's wrong?" Xiaoli asked, looking at A-Ming.

"Um...it's like this...Ahui, hold on tight to Daddy, what Daddy wants to tell you...it's like this..."

Seeing Xiaowen and Xiaoli looking even more puzzled, A-Ming smiled and said, "Today, when Mom was washing clothes..." A-Ming said this, he felt Ahui shudder.

A-Ming continued, "He found that Ahui washed two pairs of underwear, and one of them had...Ahui, do you want to tell us what it is?"

Ahui hugged his father tightly, pressing his face against his father's chest, without saying a word.

"Dad, what? Did your little brother poop in his pants?" Xiaowen joked.

"No..." A-Ming smiled and continued, "Ahui, did you have a wet dream last night? Or did you masturbate? Tell Daddy..."

Ahui's ears turned red, and he buried his face in his father's chest, shouting loudly, "Dad..."

"Oh...brother...you're so disgusting..." Xiaowen exclaimed, then hugged her mother, Lizhen.

"Dad...what is it?" Xiaoli asked innocently, not knowing what was going on.

"Ahui... lift your head, Mom and Dad don't blame you for anything, don't be afraid..."

Encouraged by his father, Ahui slowly raised his flushed head... and looked at the whole family shyly...

"Listen up, everyone, when a boy matures, his body will produce sperm; just like when a girl matures, she will have menstruation... Xiaowen, Xiaoli, haven't you both started menstruating?"

"Yes..." Aming's two daughters answered.

"So, when you got your periods, did anyone in the family laugh at you?"

Xiaowen and Xiaoli thought for a moment and answered together, "No..."

At this moment, A-Ming continued, "A man's testicles produce sperm, which is then stored in the seminal vesicles for later use; but when too much sperm is produced, it will be released during sleep at night; this is something a person cannot control, just like a girl's period is uncontrollable, do you understand now?"

After hearing his father's explanation, A-Hui finally felt relieved and looked up at his father with admiration. A-Ming continued, "So, A-Hui, you don't need to feel embarrassed, do you understand now?"

"Dad... have you ever had that too?" A-Hui asked his father.

"Of course Dad has had wet dreams too... so there's nothing shameful about it..."

A-Hui answered happily, "Thank you, Dad..."

At this moment, Li-Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A-Hui... if you feel unwell, you should tell an adult... don't keep it to yourself, understand?"

"Yes..." A-Hui answered his mother. Ah Ming continued, "Ah Hui, you're experiencing nocturnal emission, that's something to celebrate! It means your body has matured, you're capable of impregnating women, just like a girl's menstruation means she can get pregnant and give birth..."

"Also, Xiao Wen's reaction just now was inappropriate!" Ah Ming added.

"Dad..." Xiao Wen called out.

Ah Ming looked at Xiao Wen and continued, "Sex... isn't dirty. Only those with dirty hearts think sex is dirty..."

"Our ancient philosopher Gaozi said, 'Food and sex are human nature!' Sex is like eating; it's a basic human need, so how can sex be dirty? But because most people are shy, they dare not talk about sex directly. Over time, some people say it's dirty, and then no one comes out to defend 'sex.' Gradually, some educators come to believe that 'sex' is dirty!"

"That's the main point Dad wants to talk to you all about today..."

"Dad..." Xiaowen called out to her father again.

Next, A-Ming suddenly stood up, and A-Hui had no choice but to stand up as well... A moment later, A-Ming took off all his clothes, exposing his body, and stood naked in front of the whole family.

"Ah... Husband... How could you do this..." Li-Zhen said embarrassedly.

"Dad..." Xiaowen shouted loudly again; Xiao-Li looked at her naked father with embarrassment and shyness. Ah Hui stared wide-eyed at his father; he watched as Ah Ming's penis slowly hardened and rose...

In no time, Ah Ming's penis was fully engorged, forming a perfect 15-degree angle with his body, veins bulging, the glans proudly nodding to the whole family. Ah Ming said, "So? Do you all think Daddy's body is dirty?" Ah Ming asked his wife and two daughters, his erect penis standing tall.

The whole family fell silent. After a while, they watched as Ah Ming's thick penis slowly throbbed.

"Ah Hui, come on... if you don't think Daddy is dirty, take off all your clothes and stand naked in front of your dear family..."

Ah Hui thought for a moment, then began to undress. Soon, he was naked in front of the whole family, his penis standing high, proudly looking at his mother and two sisters; although Ah Hui's penis wasn't as big or thick as his father's, it was still quite sexy with his sparse pubic hair.

"Husband..." Lizhen called out in a slightly softened tone. She looked at her son's penis, which was proudly raised, making her swallow hard. Then her heart fluttered...

A little while later, Xiaoli also started to take off her clothes... Then she was naked, looked at her father, and called out, "Dad..."

"Hmm... good girl..." A-Ming said encouragingly.

"Dad... it's not dirty... I also want to be open with my family..." Xiaowen said, breaking free from her mother's embrace and starting to take off her clothes.

"Wife... didn't you say you supported me?" A-Ming asked Lizhen jokingly...

Lizhen glanced at her son's penis again, slowly got up, and started to take off her own clothes... A little while later, the whole family was naked and open with each other.

(03) Going home

"Hmm... good... now our family can really be open with each other, without any barriers. Mom and Dad love you, just like you love Mom and Dad." A-Ming said with satisfaction.

"Girls attract boys, so boys' penises get hard... Boys also attract girls, so..."

"Xiaowen, touch your pussy yourself, is it wet?" A-Ming turned to his eldest daughter and asked. Xiaowen

didn't move, just nodded and said, "Yes... very wet... why?"

"That's because your body wants... penetration... so it's wet..." Lizhen interjected.

"Is Mom's wet?" Xiaoli asked Lizhen again.

"Mom's... is... wet too... husband..." Lizhen answered.

"Okay... Dad has prepared a DVD for everyone to watch, Ahui, you have to bear watching it..."

A-Ming finished speaking, turned on the 46-inch plasma TV and DVD player in the bedroom, and started playing the "adult film" he had rented today.

Lizhen, Xiaowen, and Xiaoli sat back down on the bed. At his father's prompting, Ahui squeezed between Lizhen and Xiaoli, leaning against his mother's smooth body. Xiaoli leaned against her younger brother. Aming sat back on his beanbag chair. The whole family, naked, began to watch the film.

It was a Western film about twin girls having sex with two white men. Except for Aming, the other four family members were seeing naked sexual intercourse for the first time. They stared wide-eyed at the screen; they saw Ahui's penis, hard and red, being pinched by himself, with clear fluid from his prostate leaking from his urethra, his penis trembling slightly.

Lizhen excitedly rubbed her clitoris, breathing heavily… As for the two little girls, Xiaowen kept her legs tightly clamped together… panting heavily, her face flushed.

Xiaoli… looked at her father’s big penis, then her brother’s little penis, then at the thrusting on TV…

one hand, pressing hard on her genitals…

A-Ming looked towards the bed and saw Li-Zhen looking at him with a very mournful gaze, her expression perfectly described as pleading, her eyebrows, like the female lead in the film, forming a perfect “eight” shape.

In fact, every girl in the room now had a lewd “eight” shape in her eyebrows; A-Ming was extremely satisfied.

The 5.1 channel speakers continuously blared the passionate sounds from the film…

“Yes…yes…fuck me…hooo…yes…”

“Come baby…yes…come baby!”

Looking at Li-Zhen again, she was already inserting two fingers into her tender vagina… thrusting back and forth; A-Hui now watched less TV and more of his mother’s performances… his face was filled with horror.

At this moment, Ah Ming, with his erect penis, picked up the remote control and stopped the video…

“Dad…” Xiao Wen, Xiao Li, and Ah Hui called out together.

Ah Ming smiled and said to his family, “Xiao Wen, Xiao Li, go to the living room and wait for Dad. Dad will be here soon… Be good… Be good…”

Xiao Wen and Xiao Li pouted and left the room. “Husband… I… I want…” Li Zhen pleaded with Ah Ming in a sweet voice.

“Wife… Tonight, let Ah Hui accompany you… You have to teach Ah Hui… everything in the video… okay?”

“This… This is incest…” Li Zhen said excitedly. "Having a child with Xiaowen and Xiaoli is incest... Ahui having a child with Xiaowen and Xiaoli is incest, but you and Ahui are just letting Ahui go back to where he was born, how is that incest?"

Lizhen wanted to say something, but Aming interrupted, "Tonight, you can play with our precious son, play to your heart's content, forget about worldly morality, and I'll explain it to you tomorrow, okay?"

Lizhen breathed heavily, her face flushed, and looked at Aming... softly calling out, "Husband..."

Aming kissed Lizhen, then turned to Ahui and said, "Ahui, tonight Mom is yours, you can do anything to Mom in the movies... okay?"

"Thank you, Dad..." Ahui said excitedly.

Then... Aming left the room and closed the door.

After watching his father leave, Ahui turned back to Lizhen, then swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as he said, "Mom... I love you... Mom... Last night... I dreamt of you... and then, Mom... I felt so bad... I dreamt I was holding you... and then I felt so bad... When I woke up this morning... I found... that..." Lizhen, upon hearing this, excitedly hugged her son and kissed his forehead.

"What did you dream about your mother like? Was it the same as in the video?"

"Mom..." Ahui called out again.

Then, naturally, Ahui began kissing his mother's breasts...

"Oh...good son...you grew up eating from there, keep eating...eat harder...oh..."

Lizhen watched her son sucking on her breasts with satisfaction...and exclaimed excitedly...

Encouraged by his mother, Ahui began to press his mother down on the bed, rubbing his hard penis against his mother's clitoris, while his mouth greedily sucked on his mother's breasts, making sucking sounds.

Lizhen squeezed the base of her breasts with both hands, as if hoping to squeeze out milk for her beloved son. Her eyes were fixed on her son's greedy sucking on her breasts, and she couldn't help but moan, "Oh...oh...eat harder...Mommy feeds you...suck harder...good son..."

Perhaps Lizhen's tender vagina secreted too much lustful fluid, because of the friction of Ah Hui's penis, he accidentally inserted his entire penis into his mother's tender vagina; Lizhen cried out, "Ah...son...home...good son...finally home...harder...ah...ah...son...back to the place of birth...my precious son..."

"Mom...so warm...so comfortable...Mom...I love you...Mom..."

"Don't stop your mouth...son...suck again...use more force down there...push harder...insert harder...son...Mom is yours..."

Now, Ah Hui, like the male protagonist in the video, had one penis thrusting in and out of his mother's tender vagina...

At this moment, the room door opened, and Ah Ming, naked, entered the room with his two daughters in his arms. "Husband...look...our...baby...is...inside me...husband...I feel so good..."

At this moment, Xiaowen and Xiaoli also got into bed and carefully watched their younger brother fucking their mother's place...

"Xiaowen, Xiaoli, you can rub the places your father just licked to make yourselves happy..."

Upon hearing this, the two little girls began to masturbate while watching their younger brother and mother's performance.

Ah Hui thrust a few more times and began to cry out, "Mom... I can't take it anymore... Mom... I can't stand it... Mom... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

"Pull it out... Ah Hui... Pull it out quickly... No, don't ejaculate inside..."

Li Zhen said, pushing Ah Hui forcefully. When Ah Ming saw this, he immediately rushed forward and pushed his son's buttocks forcefully, not letting his son's penis leave Li Zhen's beautiful vagina; then, Ah Hui's body trembled...

It seemed that Ah Hui had ejaculated, shooting all of his hot semen into his mother's body...

Ah Hui then lay on top of his mother, panting heavily... slowly calling out, "Mom... Mom..."

"I'm dying... Mom is in her fertile period, she'll get pregnant..." Li Zhen said in a panic.

Upon hearing this, Ah Ming's penis became even harder. Ah Ming gently said to Li Zhen, "Wife, I want you to have our precious son's child..."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhen said with tears in her eyes, "Husband... I... I... I committed incest..." Then, Li Zhen started crying... "Husband... I committed incest with my son... Do you... still love me? Husband..."

"Mom... I love you..." Ah Hui said, hugging his mother tightly.

The two little girls, seeing their mother crying, immediately hugged her as well.

"Come on... get up, everyone form a circle..." Ah Ming ignored his crying wife and said to himself.

(04)

Gradually, Li Zhen stopped crying, and everyone sat naked on the bed, forming a circle; after Li Zhen sat up, the semen that her son had ejaculated inside her slowly flowed from her vulva... Upon seeing this, Ah Ming's heart pounded several times... Ah Ming was even more determined to make his wife pregnant with their son's child.

Ah Ming cleared his throat, his hard penis erect, and said, "Listen to me, everyone..." "

From now on, our family will be sexually open... Starting Friday nights, it will be our family's sex day. I've decreed that from today onwards, every Friday when everyone comes home, except in special circumstances, the whole family must meet naked until Sunday... And all five of us can have sex with each other anytime... Is that okay?"

"Okay... I agree..." Ah Hui was the first to chime in.

"Dad... I haven't had any pleasure yet... I saw in the movie, and Mom just now, she seemed to have so much pleasure, I want to have some too..." Xiao Wen said softly.

"Yeah... I want to have some too..." Xiao Li echoed her sister.

"Okay... I'll make you all feel good later... okay?" Ah Ming replied to his daughter.

"Okay..." Xiao Wen answered excitedly.

"Me too..." Xiao Li quickly added.

When A-Ming looked at Li-Zhen, Li-Zhen softly called out to A-Ming, "Husband..."

"Wife, I ask you to let go of the shackles in your heart... You are the mother of this family. If you help our son have a child, we can raise it and register the child. You just need to focus on enjoying sex, okay?"

Li-Zhen nodded slowly. A-Ming saw Li-Zhen's vulva and became inexplicably excited again. He then said, "Wife, from now on, I will no longer have sex with you until you are pregnant with our son's child. A-Hui, starting today, I want you to sleep with your mother every day until she is pregnant with your child, understand?"

"Okay... Thank you, Dad..." A-Hui said happily to his father.

"Husband..." Li-Zhen still softly called out to A-Ming.

"Wife... I love you, and that will never change... Believe me; I want you to have a child for our baby, because that makes me so excited... Okay?" Li-Zhen finally nodded slowly.

A-Ming then said to the family with satisfaction, "Our family is sexually open, but that's only within the family. You three kids, when you're outside, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about what's going on at home, understand? Not even your best friends, understand?"

"Understood..." Xiao-Wen, Xiao-Li, and A-Hui answered in unison.

"And... Ah Hui, sex must be consensual, no matter who it is; it's like... picking your nose. Picking your nose might feel good, but you wouldn't want someone forcing themselves to pick your nose without your consent, right? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dad... I won't force anyone to have sex with me."

"Good... Also, you can't let your sisters get pregnant before they're fully grown. If you have sex with your sisters and it's not during your safe period, you must wear a condom, understand?" "

Yes... I understand." "

These rules are to ensure everyone can enjoy sex safely and happily; don't let sex hurt you. As long as you follow these principles, you won't get hurt and can enjoy it to your heart's content..." "

Finally, I hope that you three kids won't be thinking about 'sex' all the time while you're in school... It's like eating; even if you love food, you shouldn't be thinking about it all the time, right?"

"Yes... we understand, Dad..." The three kids answered Ah Ming in unison.

"Okay...then...let Daddy and Mommy lead everyone in playing?"

"Okay!" The three children answered excitedly upon hearing their father's words.

Then, Ah-Ming and Li-Zhen began teaching the three children how to lick a vagina and how to taste a penis; Ah-Ming also personally taught his son how to fuck his mother and what positions he could use.

Under their parents' guidance, Xiaowen and Xiaoli were both extremely aroused, constantly hoping their father would deflower them. The two little girls squeezed their small breasts in distress; especially when their father was instructing their younger brother on how to have sex with their mother, the two girls blushed and moaned repeatedly... In the end, the two sisters could only temporarily satisfy their physical needs by licking each other's vaginas in the 69 position.

Under their parents' guidance, Ahui ejaculated powerfully inside his mother again...

After Ahui's penis withdrew from his mother's body, his two older sisters, one vying to suck on her brother's penis and the other vying to lick their mother's vagina; both sisters were focused on tasting the liquid that was the mixture of their brother's semen and their mother's vaginal fluids.

Ah Ming was overjoyed, especially knowing he'd soon be able to play with his daughters' bodies. He pondered, "Should I fuck Xiao Wen first? Or Xiao Li? Xiao Wen is prettier, Xiao Li is cuter… Xiao Wen is more beautiful, Xiao Li is more adorable…"

Finally, Ah Ming decided to let the two sisters play rock-paper-scissors to decide… whoever won would get to fuck first…

A little while later, after the two sisters had licked clean the love juice from their brother and mother's genitals, Ah Hui's penis was once again erect. Ah Ming, seeing this, called his two daughters to the living room, letting him and his wife stay to enjoy their third round of sex.

Ah Ming led his daughters to the living room and sat down on the large sofa. Ah Ming asked, "Who wants Daddy to fuck them first?"

"Me!" Xiao Wen and Xiao Li answered in unison.

"Daddy only has one penis, how can he put it in two holes at the same time?" Ah Ming replied with a smile.

"Daddy… fuck me first… I feel so uncomfortable…" Xiao Li said coquettishly.

"Dad, go first... I feel so bad too... My hole is so wet... It keeps leaking... Dad..." Xiaowen said coquettishly.

"Heh... Heh... I think... how about you two play rock-paper-scissors, the winner gets to let Dad penetrate first!" A-Ming said smugly.

"Okay..." the two sisters said angrily.

"I'll say it first... the loser can't cheat... whoever cheats... Dad won't penetrate that person today... I'll say it first..."

"Okay..." the two sisters answered at the same time.

In the end, Xiaoli won... and then Xiaowen sat down heavily on the sofa, pouting!

A-Ming saw this, walked up to Xiaowen, and gave her a passionate kiss... only then did Xiaowen stop being angry. Then, A-Ming picked up Xiao-Li and laid her flat on the sofa. He held Xiao-Li's ankles with both hands and spread her legs apart. Xiao-Li's tender vulva was completely exposed to her father. A-Ming admired his little daughter's beautiful vulva. Suddenly, A-Ming thought of something. He asked Xiao-Wen to lie down next to her sister and spread her legs. A-Ming admired the two tender vulvas at the same time.

(05) Deflowering

A-Ming began to lick his little daughter's vulva. His little daughter was already panting heavily. She unconsciously called out, "Dad... Dad... Dad..."

After confirming that his daughter had secreted enough vaginal fluid, A-Ming lifted his huge penis and pressed it against his daughter's tender vulva. Then, A-Ming began to lick his daughter's small breasts. "What does it feel like?" A-Ming asked.

"So...so tingly...so numb..." his daughter replied sweetly...

Ah Ming felt his glans getting wet, and he thought, "I can go in now..." Then, Ah Ming began kissing his daughter's ears, licking her earrings, and deliberately breathing heavily through his nose near her ear... Suddenly... Ah Ming thrust his hips forward and forcefully penetrated her...

"Ah..." Xiao Li cried out...

Ah Ming sensed something was wrong and looked down... Only half of his glans was inside; his daughter's vagina was too tight... A first-year middle school student's vagina... seemed unable to accommodate Ah Ming's huge penis.

"Dad...it hurts...Dad..."

"Bear with it...you'll feel good soon..." Ah Ming replied in a low voice, showing no mercy; Ah Ming used his strong hands to grab his daughter's slender waist, and then with all his might, he forcefully thrust his large penis into his daughter's tender, horny vagina.

Ah Ming knew that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one… and in the process… he saw Xiao Li, her mouth and eyes wide open… gripping her father’s hand tightly…

“Ah…” a long cry…

Ah Ming felt as if his penis was being squeezed… his entire penis… was completely inserted into his little daughter’s body, fully submerged… Xiao Wen, watching from the side, also stared wide-eyed…

“Dad!… It’s so swollen… Dad… I’m so swollen… Dad…” Xiao Li cried out again…

Ah Ming stopped moving… looking at his panicked little daughter, he said, “If you don’t feel any pain anymore, tell Dad…”

The little daughter nodded. Then, A-Ming began sucking on his daughter's small breasts, licking her neck, earlobes, and sucking on her earlobes; slowly, Xiao-Li began to react...

"Hmm...hmm...hum...hmm..."

"Ah...hmm...Dad...hmm..."

"Dad...Dad...it itches...Dad...I...I...insert...Dad..."

"Dad...it itches inside...Dad..."

After receiving these hints, A-Ming slowly withdrew his penis...

"Dad! Don't go!!!" Xiao-Li felt it and immediately shouted!

A-Ming looked at Xiao-Li and saw that her eyebrows were already forming an "eight" shape on her face! A-Ming's

lust was aroused even more...this expression...isn't it the expression of someone who wants to be fucked? A-

Ming began piston-like movements, his penis going in and out of his daughter's tight, tender cunt.

Now, every time A-Ming penetrates, Xiao-Li moans softly, "Ah

… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Dad… Ah… Good… Ah… So good… Ah…"

"Dad… Hurry up… Let it be my turn… Dad…" Xiao-Wen, watching from the side, is itching with desire and urging impatiently.

A-Ming ignores his eldest daughter's requests and continues thrusting into his younger daughter; but his younger daughter's vagina is far too tight, far beyond A-Ming's imagination; fucking his daughter requires more effort than fucking his wife.

After a while, his daughter's breathing becomes very rapid, and her cheeks are flushed red, like a ripe apple! Xiaowen stopped urging her. She stared, stunned, at her sister who was fully aroused and about to climax. She had never seen her sister with such an expression before. Her father's strong arms gripped her sister's slender waist, his powerful hips swaying back and forth, his engorged penis thrusting in and out of her. Her sister's delicate labia were squeezed almost to a thin line by her father's enormous penis. Xiaowen was dumbfounded. She thought, "I want to offer my body to Dad too, to let him fuck me like this…it must feel so good, seeing my sister so comfortable she's almost unrecognizable…"

A moment later… her sister Xiaoli's body began to tremble involuntarily…Xiaoli seemed to be enduring something…

her eyes were tightly closed, and she let out a long "Eek…" sound. A few seconds later…

"Ah…ah…ah…Dad…I…I'm…dying…Dad…I…feel so…good…Dad…"

"Dad... I'm dying... Dad..." Tears streamed down Xiaoli's face as she shook her head and cried out. Seeing

this, A-Ming slowed his thrusting and began kissing his daughter's flushed cheeks, gently cooling her down...

Xiaowen, who had never tasted a penis before, knew what was happening. She urged her father, "Dad... that's enough... it's my turn... Dad's been fucking my sister for so long... Dad..." Xiaowen said, shaking her father's arm.

"Okay... don't rush, it'll be your turn soon... my good daughter..."

After speaking to Xiaowen, A-Ming whispered in Xiaoli's ear, "Go to the bathroom and rinse off the blood... good girl..."

"Mmm..." Xiaoli replied contentedly.

A-Ming gestured for Xiaowen to lie down on the sofa in the same position as her sister, then slowly withdrew his penis from Xiaoli's body. His penis was covered in Xiaoli's blood and vaginal fluid, all mixed together...

Xiaowen looked at it and made a swallowing motion: "Dad... love me!" she said to her father sweetly.

"I'm coming... my darling daughter..." A-Ming said, and then Xiaoli pressed toilet paper against her genitals and ran to the bathroom.

Next, A-Ming began rubbing his penis against Xiaowen's clitoris. The moment their private parts touched, Xiaowen trembled all over. Her beloved father was finally going to enjoy her body; this made Xiaowen's breathing quicken, and her virgin vagina began to secrete copious amounts of fluid, preparing for her father's large penis to penetrate her.

"Daughter...bear with it..."

Hearing her father say this, Xiaowen felt a surge of pride. She then felt something warm pressing against her vulva, followed by a tearing sensation from her groin...

"It hurts...Dad..." Like her sister, Xiaowen gripped her father's arm tightly and cried out...

In the master bedroom, Ahui lay on top of his mother, breathing heavily. Tonight, Ahui had already ejaculated three times inside his mother.

Lizhen, under her son's ministrations, had also reached an orgasm. Lizhen gently stroked Ahui's hair, enjoying the penis still inside her, that intimate connection with her son, feeling each other's physical throbbing. For Lizhen, this wasn't the first time; the first time was when she was pregnant with Ahui.

Lizhen was moved to tears because she knew she might be pregnant again, carrying the son who had once been inside her, the son for whom she was willing to give everything.

Ahui slowly suckled at Lizhen's nipple. Lizhen lowered her head, looking at her son's penis still inside her with loving eyes. Lizhen felt happy, and all of this was thanks to her husband, A-Ming.
05-01
(06)

In the living room, Xiaowen's face was already showing the shape of an "eight"; Xiaowen looked at her father who made her feel good with an admiring gaze. She didn't want to scream, but every time her father inserted his penis all the way in, her pussy felt like it was being electrocuted, forcing her to scream involuntarily!

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Xiaowen's breathing had been adjusted to the same frequency as her father's thrusting. When her father pulled out, Xiaowen would inhale, and when her father inserted it all the way in, Xiaowen would involuntarily exhale through her throat...

"Ah..." she cried out.

Xiaowen felt her pussy was so swollen, she had never felt this way before; the pain after her hymen ruptured had completely disappeared, and now her pussy was numb, and she couldn't feel any pain at all; but that swollen feeling, feeling like her father was tightly wrapped around her, plus the electric shock feeling every time he was inserted all the way in, made Xiaowen extremely excited, "So this is what sex is like!" Xiaowen thought to herself.

Ah Ming lowered his head and began to fondle his daughter's small breasts; the moment Ah Ming began to suckle, Xiao Wen felt a tingling sensation; "Ah... Dad... Dad... Ah..." Xiao Wen involuntarily hugged her father's head tightly.

Now, all of Xiao Wen's senses were concentrated deep inside her vagina and nipples, a tingling sensation combined with an electric shock; Xiao Wen involuntarily shook her head, all the nerves in her body were taut; just waiting for her father to release her!

Xiao Wen noticed that her younger sister was watching from the side, but Xiao Wen felt no shame, this stimulated Xiao Wen to shout even louder: "Ah... Ah... Ah... Dad... Ah... I... Ah... It feels good... Dad... Harder..."

"Dad... Harder... Thrust... Dad... Thrust into me... Harder..."

Ah Ming was also almost frantic, although his daughter's vagina was very tight, Ah Ming fucked his daughter faster and harder, his mouth sucking on his daughter's breasts without any mercy, while his other hand kneaded them forcefully; Ah Ming also felt his ejaculation gate getting tighter and tighter, he knew that he was about to ejaculate!

In the master bedroom, Lizhen and Ahui also heard Xiaowen's cries...

"Do you want to watch how your dad plays with your sister?" Lizhen asked her son in a gentle voice.

Ahui's penis started to harden again upon hearing this... "No, I want to do it to Mom again..."

Lizhen was startled; her husband had never been so vigorous before. But after thinking for a moment, Lizhen said to Ahui, "No! You've already ejaculated three times today... You need to be careful. Mom will give you more tomorrow, but today Mom won't allow you to ejaculate again!" "

Okay... fine..." Ahui replied listlessly, looking at his mother.

And so, the mother and son, naked, entered the living room. Ah Ming's hips swayed rapidly back and forth, his enormous penis thrusting in and out of Xiao Wen's body. Xiao Wen trembled and moaned, "Ah...ah...ah...Dad...I'm going to die...Dad...I can't take it anymore...Mom...I...I'm going to die..."

Ah Ming breathed heavily... "Fuck...fuck...I'll give you pleasure...I...fuck...my daughter's...beautiful cunt..."

Seeing her daughter being so wantonly manipulated by her husband, Li Zhen was overwhelmed by the shock. She felt something slowly flowing down her thighs! Looking down, she saw her son's semen mixed with her own vaginal fluid...

After a while, Xiao Wen couldn't take it anymore. She felt every nerve in her body stretched to its limit, her entire body tensing with all her might to resist. Suddenly, deep within her cunt, it was like an explosion; her whole body trembled violently, and then, in that instant, all her nerves vanished! Her whole body felt like her soul had left her body, floating up...

Then, she felt a surge of hot liquid enter her vagina, like a massage, and Xiaowen felt incredibly comfortable... She felt her father's penis throbbing inside her, like a thread pulling her heart to beat in sync!

It turned out that at the moment Xiaowen reached her climax, A-Ming also ejaculated; A-Ming shot all his semen into his daughter's body, slowly pulled out, and then suddenly thrust in hard, ejaculating a stream of semen with each thrust... This cycle repeated several times.

Seeing this, Lizhen felt a little jealous... because her husband used to fuck her like this, that hot semen should have been stored in her vagina; it should have been the liquid from Lizhen's vagina, but now it was being poured into her daughter's body!

"Husband..." Lizhen called out sweetly to A-Ming!

A-Ming ignored her, but began to French kiss his daughter, kissing his beautiful daughter passionately. He didn't want to pull out his penis, because he wanted to linger a little longer, to enjoy his daughter's tight vagina.

After a while, their lips parted...

"Dad... thank you... I feel so good... thank you, Dad!" Xiaowen said sweetly.

"Dad... I felt so good just now too... thank you, Dad!" Xiaoli chimed in from the side.

"Hmm..." After answering, A-Ming turned to look at Lizhen and A-Hui and asked, "Wife... did our son make you feel good today?"

Lizhen, who was jealous, thought of her son's efforts to make her happy today and nodded with some relief.

"Hmm... thank you, husband..."

(07) Family Reunion

That night, A-Hui slept in the same bed with his mother; A-Ming slept in the guest room with his two daughters.

Before going to sleep, A-Ming had sex with each of his two daughters again, sending them to heaven before resting and going to sleep.

Just as A-Ming said, the whole family began to enjoy sex to the fullest; the shackles in Lizhen's heart slowly disappeared.

Now, every Friday after work and school, unless the women are menstruating, the whole family is naked together. They often watch porn together, discussing the plot, or even engaging in sexual acts while watching.

The family now prefers Japanese films, especially those with incestuous plots; so they follow the storylines, sometimes the son having sex with his sister, sometimes with his mother, sometimes with his daughter, and Ah-Ming has gradually started playing with his son.

At first, father and son would shower together, then Ah-Ming would masturbate his son; soon, Ah-Hui would also give his father oral sex, or the father would give his son oral sex; the family's fun has become more diverse, including sisters, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, and siblings engaging in sexual acts.

Less than three weeks into the affair, Lizhen became pregnant. During this time, A-Ming hadn't touched Lizhen at all, so it was certain she was carrying a son. The whole family celebrated wildly upon hearing the news. Xiaowen and Xiaoli, knowing their mother was pregnant with their brother's child, were also eager to conceive with their father. However, A-Ming insisted against it, believing that at the very least, both daughters should be entering the workforce.

Ten months later, Lizhen gave birth to a baby boy… and the father, of course, was A-Ming registered as the father. A-Hui, then a first-year junior high student, looked at his brother and son with a mixture of understanding and confusion; Lizhen and A-Ming, on the other hand, were beaming with joy.

Not long after, through A-Hui's efforts, Lizhen became pregnant again, again with a son. The whole family hoped Lizhen could give birth to a daughter for their son. The tenth-week prenatal checkup confirmed that this time, the baby in Lizhen's womb was indeed a girl. Hearing this news, the whole family was overjoyed once more.

A-Ming and Lizhen's family thus enjoyed their family bliss. That day, while changing his grandson's diaper, A-Ming looked at his grandson's little penis and thought to himself, "When will this kid have a wet dream? When he does, he should be able to get his two aunts and sisters pregnant, right?"

(The End)

Mother's Chapter My beautiful and charming mother

I am fifteen years old this year. My family is a single-parent family. When I was eight years old, my father passed away, leaving my mother and me to depend on each other.

My mother has a tall figure rarely seen in Eastern women. Although she is thirty-eight years old, she is well-maintained and is indeed a mature, sexy, and voluptuous middle-aged beauty. She possesses the charm of a mature woman and the beautiful face of a kind mother, with the air of a pampered noblewoman. She is incredibly beautiful, with a fair complexion and rosy skin. Her eyebrows are slightly curved like the moon, and her eyes are large and clear. Her eyebrows are long, thin, and black. Her nose is high and straight, and her bright red lips are slightly upturned. Her lips are full and have a natural allure. There is a bright red beauty mark at the corner of her cherry lips. The most captivating thing is her pair of large, watery, alluring eyes. Whenever they turn and glance at people, it seems that there is a fire in them, burning the heart and captivating the soul. Every turn and glance can bewitch the soul.

My mother had a slender waist, which made her breasts and hips particularly well-developed, giving her an extremely beautiful and curvaceous figure. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, round and firm, exuding the sensuality of a mature woman. In particular, her pair of high and full breasts seemed as if they were about to burst out of her clothes at any moment. Any man who saw them would be tempted to pinch them. Her pair of large, round, pink buttocks were so round and fleshy, and her pair of plump, snow-white thighs were round and full, making one want to touch them. My mother's beautiful and charming face, snow-white and smooth skin, full and mature body, and the charm of a woman past her prime all exuded a mature and sexy beauty of a middle-aged woman, radiating maternal allure. For a teenager who was just starting to develop, a mature, full-figured, sexy middle-aged woman like my mother was the best object of fantasy, especially for me, her own son who was with her day and night.

My mother treated me like a child, without any inhibitions. At home, she often dressed very casually, even recklessly. When she wore a skirt, she would inevitably expose herself. She would often lift her legs to apply toenail polish, revealing her plump, fair legs beneath the skirt. Deep within her snow-white, full thighs were the crotches of her tiny thong, the small panties encasing her fleshy, voluptuous vulva. The front seam clearly stretched the panties apart, revealing the round, plump outline of my mother's two thick labia. All of this made me unbearably itchy, causing my whole body to heat up, and my erect penis was almost bursting out of my pants.

Sometimes, after showering, my mother would wear a semi-transparent nightgown without a bra, her nipples peeking out and swaying back and forth. I really wanted to grab them. She also had a habit of bending over, making her full breasts appear and disappear. Peeking through her loose collar, I could see her large, white, and tender breasts, so delicate they seemed ready to burst, swaying gently. I could even see a hint of the areola's color, a dark reddish-brown. The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly tempting. Between her breasts was a charming, adorable cleavage—so alluring! Although I couldn't truly feel pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.

Because I was the only boy in the family, my mother loved and indulged me, even to the point of spoiling me. She would grant me anything I wanted, within her means.

Our house was a two-story building. The downstairs bathroom had a window facing the stairs, which was usually open, only closed when showering.

One evening, after dinner, my mother went into the bathroom to take a shower. I planned to go upstairs to study, but as I went up, I glanced around and was shocked. The bathroom window was open, and my mother was standing in the middle of the bathroom, facing the window. Her hands were unbuttoning her nightgown, letting it slip down to reveal a pink lace bra. Her two exceptionally large breasts were clearly visible, their full, snow-white breasts supported by the bra, creating a beautiful, snow-white cleavage. Her full, alluring breasts stood high.

My first thought was to leave immediately, because the woman in front of me was my own mother, the one who gave me life, raised me, and nurtured me! The mother who held me, kissed me, bathed me, and cleaned up my messes when I was little. I shouldn't have peeked at this woman undressing, and now I was actually peeking at her while she showered, looking at her with lewd eyes. I was a bastard, and I deserved to die! A sense of guilt welled up inside me.

I was about to turn and go upstairs when my mother reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. My heart pounded, and I stared at her intently. She slowly and silently let the bra slip down, revealing two large, full, snow-white breasts that curved gracefully against her upper body. Having given birth, her breasts were large and soft. With each breath, they swayed alluringly, like two snow-white mountain peaks.

In the center of her large, brown areolas were tempting nipples, about an inch and a half in size, like grapes. The nipples were slightly darkened, with a few small holes—a result of me suckling her milk as a child. Although her breasts were full, they were beginning to sag. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding from having given birth to me, but the two large, reddish-brown nipples indicated that her body was at its most mature stage.

I never imagined my mother had such beautiful breasts. I stared, speechless, mouth agape, drooling as if I wanted to devour them. I had completely forgotten she was my own mother. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at her large breasts, a bewildered expression on my face.

Then, my mother bent down and slowly pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees. I could clearly see the crotch of her tiny thong deep within her snow-white, full thighs. The black lace panties she was wearing today were incredibly sexy, so alluring, so sensual. Her secret area was covered only by a tiny, semi-transparent piece of black fabric. Her mysterious pubic hair, barely concealed by the panties, revealed a few fine, curly hairs. The small piece of fabric couldn't quite cover her full, round vulva, creating a crease that clearly showed the outline of her thick labia, exuding irresistible allure.

My mother grasped the sides of the black lace panties with both hands and slowly pulled them down to her calves with an elegant posture. Instantly, my mother's mature and sexy lower body was exposed before my eyes. What came into view was my mother's high mons pubis and thick, black pubic hair. The pubic hair was so black, shiny, and lustrous, intertwined like a small forest, covering my mother's most beautiful, most charming, and mysterious vulva.

Although I inwardly condemned myself for such lewdness, I couldn't tear my gaze away, unable to resist the greedy look at my mother's naked body. Though I wanted to leave, my legs wouldn't obey me, rooted to the spot.

I wanted to turn away, but my heart wouldn't listen. I was captivated by my mother's beautiful, naked body standing before me. She was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined; my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In all my life, I had never seen anything more perfect. To me, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

My mother's fair and translucent body appeared before me. Although she was thirty-eight years old, she was still incredibly beautiful. Despite being past her prime, she still retained her charm. The relentless passage of time had not cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had made her exude a mature woman's allure. Her skin was as white and smooth as jade, without the slightest flaw. It looked almost like translucent white jade. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her plump back and soft, rounded shoulders like a waterfall. Her arms were smooth and glossy, like two pieces of jade lotus root. Her breasts were high and full, like two balls hanging on her chest. They were large and white, so captivating. They were slightly sagging, probably a size of 38 to 40.

My eyes followed my mother's large, white, trembling breasts. They looked so full and heavy, quivering irresponsibly against the backdrop of her snow-white chest muscles, exuding a mature and alluring charm that seemed to ignite the desires hidden deep within my man's heart. My

mother's waist was slender and supple, and her exaggerated hips made her figure even more prominent, like a gourd, exquisitely curvaceous. Because of childbirth, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, but not too bloated, looking just right. On her snow-white, slightly protruding abdomen were a few faint gray stretch marks—ah! That was the proof of my birth! Below her deep navel, a large lump of fat protruded, and on her mons pubis, which resembled a steamed bun, was a cluster of dark, inverted triangular pubic hair. Below, I could vaguely see a deep slit of flesh, appearing and disappearing, making it even more beautiful and charming. Everything was even more wonderful and moving than I had imagined.

My mother's mature, alluring demeanor, her perfectly proportioned, graceful figure, the curves of a mature woman, her snow-white, delicate skin, her full, luscious breasts, her round, plump, tender buttocks, her two slender thighs clamping her high, plump, and tender vulva—everything about her was exquisite, truly breathtakingly beautiful. It was hard to imagine that she was a woman past her prime, a thirty-eight-year-old middle-aged woman.

Having never seen a woman's body before, seeing my mother completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic area fully exposed before me, I stared wide-eyed, mesmerized by my mother's naked, beautiful female form. My burning gaze traveled from her chest down to her lower abdomen and vulva. My consciousness began to blur. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I knew that my eyes could not leave my mother's naked body even an inch.

My mother turned on the shower and began to shower. I gazed at her snow-white body, swallowing greedily. My eyes were immediately drawn to her large, round breasts. With every movement, they swayed and trembled. I thought to myself, there was nothing more beautiful in the world than them—like two fleshy, cone-shaped peaks, or works of art carved from pink marble, or even like beautiful rose-colored cups turned upside down, topped with a purple grape—the nipple, protruding arrogantly from the center.

I stared intently at my mother's beautiful breasts. The hot water from the showerhead flowed over her fresh, snow-white breasts, splashing back to leave only a few droplets. Watching them wriggle and tremble as my mother washed over them, my heart almost leaped out of my chest in temptation!

Between my mother's long, slender legs, a tuft of soft, dark pubic hair gleamed in the rushing water. She raised her thighs to the edge of the bathtub, parting her plump labia with her right hand, diligently washing her genitals. I watched as she aimed the showerhead at her vulva, a look of ecstasy spreading across her face.

Suddenly, she looked up, her gaze meeting mine. My body trembled. What an absurd sight! My naked mother was staring at her own son, right in front of me. I knew my face must be burning red. My mother, too, looked shocked, her mouth agape. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, I snapped out of it and ran upstairs to my room.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with images of my mother's mature, alluring body. Her glistening flesh seemed to still be before my eyes, and my blood surged. My penis, constricted in my pants, grew erect and uncomfortable. So, I stripped off all my clothes, lying naked on the bed. My penis, stimulated by the erotic images, was swollen and red.

Lying there, my mind drifted to my mother's captivating, full body, soft and boneless, perfectly proportioned, every part of her alluring. Recalling the passionate scenes I had just witnessed, just thinking about my mother's naked body burned with desire. I unconsciously reached down to my crotch, grasping my penis while fantasizing about my mother's glistening flesh, imagining my penis thrusting in and out of her cunt, masturbating as I did so.

Suddenly, I felt a heat in my lower abdomen, my glans trembled, and thick semen shot out without my realizing it. Even after ejaculating, my penis was still twitching, and in my imagination, the pools of semen seemed to have all gone into my mother's cunt.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The image of my mother taking a bath kept appearing before my eyes. Apart from porn, I had never seen a real female body, and the first female body I saw was my own mother's. I was very conflicted. On one hand, I felt that my behavior was unforgivable, but on the other hand, my penis remained erect all night, and I had a strange sexual excitement.

The next morning, after I got up, I went downstairs to the dining room. My mother was already sitting there eating breakfast. I didn't say a word, and neither did my mother. I kept stealing glances at my mother, trying to see what kind of reaction she would have. My mother seemed very comfortable, as if nothing had happened. Occasionally, our eyes would meet, and she would nervously look away. I quickly finished my breakfast and went to school.

The next evening, when my mother went into the bathroom to take a shower, I looked up and noticed that the bathroom window was still open. I was startled. Last night, I could say she forgot to close the window, but tonight it was still open. Was she deliberately leaving it open for me to see?

I couldn't resist going upstairs to peek again. I saw my mother standing in front of the dressing table with her back to me, her hands unbuttoning her blouse. I could see her face through the mirror. Suddenly, her eyes glanced quickly at the window in the mirror and saw me standing on the stairs. I was startled and was about to run away when my mother didn't react at all. She smiled slightly and continued unbuttoning the last button of her blouse, pulling it down from her shoulders. She reached out and gently and slowly stroked and played with her large, plump breasts. My mother probably knew that I could see her breasts clearly through the mirror, but... Deliberately showing me, could it be that Mother…

At this moment, Mother, under the guise of examining her large, round breasts, put on a “papaya show” to seduce me. First, she used one hand to lift one of her large, round, and alluring breasts, looking down at it while gently caressing it with her other hand. After playing with it for a while, she lifted the breast higher and stuck out her tongue to lick the nipple, which was as big as a strawberry. Then she licked and rolled the nipple with her tongue, and then gently poked it again and again. She played with the nipple repeatedly until she was satisfied, and then put it down and moved to the other breast, repeating the same actions.

Mother’s slender hands rubbed and caressed her large, round breasts, and her delicate fingers constantly pinched the beautiful nipples protruding on the red areolas. Her shoulders twisted, causing her breasts to tremble.

As my mother released her alluring breasts, she reached up to loosen her braids and tossed the headband aside. I followed her as she swayed her head, letting her long, reddish-brown hair fall over her shoulders. Her enormous breasts trembled slightly up and down. My mother held her breasts between her arms, leaning forward slightly to make them appear even larger. Then she released her arms, and her huge breasts naturally drooped down. My mother swayed her upper body, and her captivating breasts swayed wildly and rapidly, swinging and twisting like erotic works of art. Her breasts put on another show of swaying and shaking for me to watch.

When her breasts stopped swaying, my mother reached out and untied the belt of her skirt, letting it slide down her long, shapely thighs to the floor. She leaned forward slightly, supporting herself on the bathtub with both hands, and provocatively swayed her plump, fleshy buttocks. My gaze could clearly see the crotch of her tiny panties deep within her snow-white, plump thighs. The pink lace panties she was wearing today were incredibly sexy, so alluring, so sensual. The panties, so small they couldn't contain her tight buttocks, squeezed out indentations on her plump bottoms. There was practically no fabric covering her snow-white, round buttocks; only a thin line clearly separated them. Her plump, round buttocks, like freshly baked, white, hot buns, exuded endless allure, as did her pair of plump, white, beautiful thighs—smooth, delicate, round, and long. Although my mother was a voluptuous woman, her thighs had beautiful curves. Her snow-white, plump buttocks and thighs were presented before my eyes.

My mother grasped the sides of her pink, lace-trimmed panties and, with an elegant gesture, slowly pulled them down to her calves. Instantly, her large, white, and plump buttocks appeared before me. I had heard that women with large buttocks had strong sexual desires, and these were indeed very large and plump, the kind of large, white buttocks that any man would want to ride and fuck.

When my mother bent down to take off her panties, her buttocks appeared even larger. Her alluring buttocks faced me, and the cleft between her wide buttocks formed a straight line. The first thing that caught my eye was her chrysanthemum-shaped anus. Although it was a little brown, the bud was still intact and round, indicating that it was in good condition. The crevice separating the two fleshy mounds was also fully exposed before my eyes. Bewitched by the alluring beauty before me, I swallowed hard, forgetting that the other person was my mother. My eyes widened involuntarily, bloodshot as I stared at my mother's buttocks, a bewildered expression on my face.

My mother slowly reached her hands behind her back, caressing her firm, round buttocks, cupping them and gently squeezing and kneading them. At the same time, she arched her legs, turned her head to look down at her buttocks from her shoulders. My mother had always been quite proud of her perfect buttocks and long, shapely legs. She relaxed her legs, straightened her body, and bent over. Her buttocks swayed back and forth with the movement. This movement, however, provided me with another kind of nude show to watch, allowing me to enjoy her buttocks.

Finally, my mother straightened up, slowly turned around, and stood facing the window, completely naked in front of me. A seductive look appeared on her slightly flushed face, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her lips parted softly as she breathed heavily. She flaunted her full, plump buttocks, moving her hands up and down to caress her body. Her slender hands rubbed and stroked her round, full breasts, then traced her abdomen from her slender waist down to a raised, full patch of pubic hair. Her buttocks rotated slowly as she touched her dark pubic hair with her snow-white hands.

My mother licked her lips up and down with her tongue, then slowly slid her hand down to her thigh, rubbing it around her vulva. Her fingertips slid along the edge of the cleft, and as she leaned forward, she swayed her breasts back and forth. Her hand was on her vulva, and she would occasionally thrust her hips forward, as if she were having sex. She shamelessly opened and closed her thighs, making a clamping motion. Clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripped from her plump vulva, making my eyes almost pop out.

You absolutely cannot imagine what it feels like to face a completely naked woman, especially your own mother, performing a erotic dance in front of you. Watching your naked mother thrust her chest out, twist her waist, and sway her hips, her naked body, except for the fragrant sweat, performing seductive movements, arousing your desires, you feel both exhilarated and painfully suppressing your desires. Watching your sexy and beautiful naked mother sway her full, round breasts, swing her two snow-white, round, lustful buttocks, her fragrant, sweaty vulva appearing and disappearing, the slit opening and closing slightly with the swaying of her buttocks, the thick labia appearing purplish-red as if engorged with blood, adorned with dark pubic hair, I licked my lips hungryly, and my penis involuntarily swelled up in my underwear, tightly bound inside, throbbing painfully. My fingers, through my shorts, involuntarily stroked my throbbing penis.

After confirming that I could feast my eyes on this springtime scene, my mother slowly and alluringly walked to the bathtub, sat down facing the window, and casually opened her thighs, reaching down to touch her vulva. She gently parted her tightly closed labia, revealing a pink, moist, and secretive opening.

My mother extended her fingers, touching the upper part of her vulva, which was brimming with vaginal fluid, pausing for a few seconds before slowly moving her fingers to her clitoris. She began to rub, caress, and tease the swollen little thing, her fingers naturally kneading one of the engorged inner labia. With her right finger, she pinched one of the already engorged inner labia, rubbing it vigorously. A surge of pleasure rose from her waist to her back, then rushed to her head.

Seeing the dazed expression on my mother's face and the flesh parted by her fingers, this sight drove me mad. My mother, even more unreserved, spread her thighs as wide as possible, presenting her entire lower body to me without reservation, allowing me to visually violate her genitals.

Now, my mother is in the bathroom at home, the window wide open, naked and facing me, displaying all the secrets of womanhood before me, her lewd masturbation a performance of erotic arts.

My beautiful mother's snow-white fingers wriggle on her itchy clitoris, while she twists her elastic buttocks forcefully, thrusting her lower abdomen forward. When her mature clitoris thrusts forward, it pops open, revealing all the secrets of womanhood before me.

My mother rubs her swollen clitoris with her fingertips, but she still doesn't feel satisfied. Just as I am staring in disbelief, my mother lets out a soft moan, tilting her beautiful chin up. An unbelievable scene enters my eyes: my mother finally inserts her middle finger into her cunt, the second joint already inside, sliding in the crevice, rubbing against the inner and outer walls of her vagina. Then she adds another finger, and her other hand moves from her breasts to her lower body, both hands rubbing her sensitive clitoris together, and she begins to twist her buttocks.

I stared wide-eyed at the exquisite movements of my mother's fingers. Her snow-white middle finger rubbed against the petals around her vulva, while the other fingers gently pressed on her clitoris. Her healthy, beautiful thighs convulsed incessantly, her buttocks lifting and swaying from side to side, occasionally squeezing her legs together and rubbing them against each other, a wanton expression on her face.

My mother's slightly parted petals revealed a deep red mucous membrane, and her thick pubic hair, overflowing with nectar, clung to her mons pubis. My mother was so greedily pursuing pleasure, masturbating with such exquisite skill in front of her own son.

While masturbating, the mother let out soft moans, then slowly swayed her hips, using her fingers to stimulate her own vulva. She bit her lip, arched her legs, and deeply inserted her fingers into her private parts, breathing heavily. In anticipation of the upcoming climax, her two snow-white thighs rubbed together, her hands writhing more actively between her smooth thighs, caressing, kneading, and probing her most familiar sensitive areas. The wet sounds of flesh rubbing together came from her lower abdomen, and the flowing fluid moistened her anus.

Hysterical lewd words and impatient panting flowed from the mother's sensual mouth. Screams and naked trembling, the snow-white fingertips writhing in her dark rose-colored vulva, flowing with a thick, sticky fluid like semen. The squeaking sound of the fluid rubbing against her fingers created a beautiful melody. The mother raised her buttocks

, clenched her legs, and after inserting her fingers deeply, thrust in and out two or three times forcefully, unable to resist twisting her hips—a sign that an orgasm was imminent.

My mother gritted her teeth, enduring the impending explosion of pleasure. She had forgotten everything, moaning with ecstasy as she became completely absorbed in the other kind of orgasm brought on by her fingers. Suddenly, her body arched back, forcefully inserting her middle finger, almost sadistically manipulating her already wet clitoris, vagina, and anus. The intense orgasm caused her already raised buttocks to thrust even higher. Her snow-white lower body trembled before she collapsed onto the edge of the bathtub. Her pale face flushed, her lower body trembled slightly, and glistening vaginal fluid overflowed from between her fingers, dripping onto the floor.

For a long, long time, my mother reluctantly stopped, slowly withdrawing her fingers from her vagina and wiping them on her buttocks. She used her underwear to wipe her still-wet labia, then threw the soiled underwear on the floor and began to shower. My

large penis throbbed painfully in my pants. I couldn't bear it any longer. I quietly returned to my bedroom, taking a deep breath, but the vivid scene kept replaying in my mind.

About half an hour later, I heard my mother calling loudly from downstairs, "Son, go take a shower!"

I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw that the bathroom window was still wide open. My mother had obviously let me see on purpose. Would she also come to peek at me while I was showering? Standing in front of the dressing mirror, just as I predicted, I saw my mother standing on the stairs peeking through the mirror. I smiled broadly and took off my underwear as I took off my clothes. My thick penis, which had been pressed inside my underwear, flew out like a spring and hit my lower abdomen. My penis was already standing as strong as a rock in front of my mother. My penis was big, thick, and long. The glans was like a child's fist, with bulging veins. A line of clear liquid flew through the air from the tip. My testicles, which were quite impressive for my age, swayed and hung there.

I wrapped my hands around his huge penis and gently rubbed it. Then I slowly turned around to face my mother at the window and continued to rub his penis, deliberately letting her see it clearly. I used both hands to stroke it, as if to tell her that I knew she was peeping.

My mother was completely mesmerized by my thick, hard penis. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she stared at it, forgetting to look away. The astonishing size of my penis truly surprised her. She couldn't believe how much my penis had changed in just a few years. The long, enormous penis hung between my muscular legs, throbbing and writhing like a huge, wicked python. A little bit of aroused semen had already seeped from the tip of my gleaming penis. It danced gently in front of her eyes, like a venomous snake slithering at its prey, eyeing the mother who gave birth to it. My mother could no longer take her gaze away from what seemed like the most ferocious weapon in the world. Her face suddenly turned bright red, almost as if it were about to burst into tears, and she leaned on the stairs as if she were about to faint.

I realized that as my mother stared, I changed positions, letting her see my huge, lustful penis from various angles, and she let out exaggerated sounds of pleasure.

I began to rub my penis up and down quickly and forcefully, the foreskin retracting back and forth, the glans appearing and disappearing repeatedly. My engorged penis grew even larger, and the sound of my hand slid down against my abdomen, hitting my mother's muscles, reached her ears. This further aroused her, making her even more flustered. The visual stimulation combined with the emotional impact stirred her lust to a raging climax, causing her tightly hidden desires to burst forth. Her whole body was burning with unbearable heat, as if hypnotized. She stood there blankly, greedily watching me slowly stroke my thick, large penis, her legs rubbing against each other. Soon, she no longer had the strength to stand. She grabbed the stair railing, leaning over it, her body twisting and turning, her genitals rubbing against the railing through her skirt.

I inadvertently glanced at the clothes basket beside me, where my mother's freshly washed clothes were piled up. On top was her sexy, flesh-colored thong, still warm from her body, with traces of brownish-yellow discharge shaped like her vulva—leaves from her masturbation. My curiosity piqued, I wanted to smell what a woman's genitals smelled like, so I picked up the thong and brought it close to my nose. The thong smelled sweet and sour from her vaginal discharge, mixed with the pungent odor of urine and sweat. I found the stimulating scent of a woman's genitals incredibly appealing. Involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue and licked the discharge from the thong, practically shoving the entire inside into my mouth, simply because I couldn't bear to leave that smell behind.

My mother, while frequently glancing at my penis out of the corner of her eye, focused intently on rubbing her vulva against the stair railing. Her movements became increasingly vigorous, her skirt riding up, revealing half of her buttocks.

My penis was already swollen to its limit. I licked my mother's panties, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her vaginal fluids, while simultaneously stroking my penis.

I kissed the strong, fresh fragrance of my mother's mature secretions mixed with urine, intoxicating me with her scent. I pulled her panties over my penis, the pink fabric pressing tightly against the head. I slowly soothed my throbbing penis, my erect penis throbbing fiercely. Excitement caused her fluids to flow from the tip, quickly soaking her panties. I imagined her beautiful expression as she gazed at my penis. Finally, I ejaculated, more than usual, and onto her panties.

After ejaculating, I looked up; my mother was no longer on the stairs. I hadn't even noticed when she left. I tossed her panties aside, planning to clean them after my shower, and began to wash with a feeling of relief.

After showering, I came out of the bathroom, and my mother followed me in to wash clothes. I then remembered that I hadn't cleaned her underwear, which was stained with my semen. I was so nervous; I was afraid she'd find out I'd dirtied her underwear. I immediately ran up the stairs and, through the window, saw my mother pick up the underwear with my semen on it. She instinctively held it to her nose and smelled it, then scooped up a drop of semen with her finger. The clear liquid moistened her finger, and she put it in her mouth to taste it. It was indeed the taste of my young semen.

I knew my mother could recognize the smell of semen. Just as I was about to retreat to my room, feeling helpless, I saw a slight smile appear on my mother's lips, tinged with a blush.

The strong scent of my youthful semen was an irresistible temptation for a mature woman who had been a widow for several years. My mother lowered her head, slowly opened her mouth, and lasciviously stuck out her bright red tongue to lick the semen off my panties. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the semen stuck to her panties, then scraped off the semen she couldn't reach with her fingers and put it in her mouth. With a satisfied expression, she swallowed the semen in her mouth with a gulp, as if not wanting to miss a single drop. She carefully licked every part of her panties for a final inspection, swallowing all the semen completely. Then she smacked her lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked around her full, bright red lips, rolling up all the milky white semen that remained around her lips into her mouth.

From then on, I couldn't help but pay attention to my mother's every move. I noticed that she suddenly started to care about her appearance. She often wore faded jeans with a loose top over them, sometimes a tight-fitting short t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent, full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous body.

At night, my mother often walked around the room in a transparent and revealing nightgown. Several times, when I went to the bathroom or to get a drink of water in the middle of the night, I would run into my mother on the way. She was wearing a very narrow short slip (of course, transparent), which only covered her armpits, barely covering her firm and full breasts, and extending down to just below the crotch of her thighs, barely covering her slightly protruding vulva. But when she walked, the skirt would sway, and I could clearly see the ripples of her plump breasts and her tiny panties. Through the two layers of thin fabric, I could see the black, curly forest between my mother's legs, with thick black pubic hair peeking out from under her. It was so beautiful.

During the day, when my mother was home, she would wear a loose t-shirt that reached her knees. She had also developed a habit of bending over, which made her full breasts appear and disappear. Looking through the loose neckline, I could see that my mother was never wearing a bra. Her pair of large, white, and tender breasts, so delicate they seemed ready to burst, swayed gently. I could even see the areolas peeking through, a dark reddish-brown. The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly alluring. Between her breasts was a charming, lovely cleavage—so captivating! Although I couldn't truly feel pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.

I began to wonder if my mother had "that kind of" interest in me, if she was trying to seduce me. But I was only fifteen, while my mother was a mature thirty-eight-year-old woman, so much older than me and my own mother. Could I be imagining things, misunderstanding her intentions? Perhaps she was just concerned for her child, out of natural maternal love?

After all, she was my mother; how could a son touch his own mother? The textbooks clearly state that incest is wrong, that it is "incest," and that "incest" has serious consequences. There should be no doubt about that. These terrible and chaotic thoughts strongly troubled me.

My mother is a middle-aged woman who is almost forty, but she looks like a woman in her thirties. She has a mature beauty that is more alluring and captivating than that of a typical young girl. According to a senior who frequents brothels, the best women to sleep with are those in their thirties or forties. These women are the most energetic and seductive. Twenty-year-old girls are all looks and no substance, like unripe fruit.

My mother's beautiful, mature body became the ideal object of my fantasies. At night, I would lie in bed and select images of mature women like my mother having sex from pornographic books. I would imagine my mother's mature body on the women in the pictures and masturbate like this. Sometimes I would take a pair of panties stained with my mother's vaginal secretions or pubic hair, smell them, or put them on myself, or slip them over my erect penis and enjoy the pleasure of masturbation in my fantasies.

However, I've never had sex with a woman before. I'm filled with curiosity and desire for women, especially mature women, whose bodies give me a more real intimacy than masturbation. Older women seem to understand sex better.

About a week passed like this. My mother and I would secretly watch each other shower and masturbate. After masturbating, my mother would deliberately turn her underwear inside out, placing it on top of her change of clothes. The color and amount of her discharge also seemed darker and more abundant than before.

From that day on, I became bolder, picking up my mother's underwear to masturbate, and intentionally ejaculating on it. After ejaculating, I would also deliberately turn the side with my semen on top, as a way of repaying my mother for the discharge she left me.

Although, on a spiritual level, we had transcended the mother-son relationship, we hadn't actually had physical relations. Thus, we, mother and son, enjoyed a week of spiritual incest.

Today is my sixteenth birthday. My mother told me she would give me a surprise birthday present, but I still can't imagine what it will be.

Usually, my mother would shower first, but tonight after dinner, she told me to shower first. I went to the bathroom and slowly rinsed off, deliberately leaving the window open. I noticed she wasn't peeking at me from the stairs. After I finished showering, she went into the bathroom. I immediately ran up the stairs to peek, but the bathroom window was tightly closed. I had to go back to the living room and sit on the sofa to watch TV.

My mother took a long time to come out. When I saw her, my heart started racing, and my mind went blank. She was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown, still damp from her shower. The nightgown clung to her sexy, alluring body, and the transparency couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. I could clearly see her beautiful curves. The top two buttons were undone, revealing her prominent breasts, which were very eye-catching. Upon closer inspection, I could see she wasn't wearing panties or a bra underneath. Below, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, practically naked. I could clearly see her nipples, like they were being teased, pressed tightly against the soft nightgown. Her high breasts rose and fell rapidly with a sensual rhythm beneath the gossamer fabric. Below, her mons pubis, bulging like a fleshy eel's head, resembled a towering mountain range, imposing and menacing, as if defiantly challenging any large creature. Thick, black pubic hair was clearly visible, its bared pubic hair seemingly about to burst through the nightgown.

My mother gave me a seductive smile, then swayed her large, voluptuous buttocks past me, her alluring thighs and buttocks trembling slowly like flowing water, exuding a sensual allure.

My mother sat gracefully on the sofa next to me, saying charmingly, "Today is your sixteenth birthday. Happy birthday! Mom has two birthday presents for you today. The first is this." She then handed me a videotape, saying sweetly, "Son, happy birthday! Come, let's watch it together."

I glanced at the tape; it was covered in incomprehensible Japanese writing. The only clear thing was the title: "Mother and Son's Affection." Puzzled, I put the tape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing.

On the screen appeared a family of three having dinner. From their conversation, I learned that the father was leaving for a month-long business trip after dinner. The woman was a middle-aged woman around forty years old, plump and fairly attractive. Their son was a thin boy, even younger than me. After dinner, the father hurriedly left with his luggage, the son took a towel to shower, and the mother cleared the table.

I didn't think this was anything special. Watching this was less interesting than watching my mother in her semi-transparent nightgown. I impatiently said, "Mom, what's so interesting about this?"

My mother smiled and said, "Can you be a little more patient? The rest is very exciting; I guarantee you'll want to watch more."

I watched patiently. After the mother finished tidying up the dining table, she went back to her room. Passing by the bathroom, she noticed the door wasn't closed properly, so she peeked out. She saw the little boy playing the son, naked, taking a shower and masturbating. The boy's penis was small, light in color, and not yet fully developed; he was probably just beginning to get an erection, and his pubic hair hadn't even grown yet.

I was shocked. Good heavens, my mother had asked me to watch porn, and it was even depicting incest between mother and son! Having never seen porn before, my mouth gaped open in astonishment as I stared intently at the screen.

At this moment, the mother, while secretly watching her son masturbate, unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse, slipped her slender hand inside, and caressed her large breasts through her bra. Her left hand slid under her skirt, reaching past her panties to caress the clitoris overflowing with thick, honey-like fluid, playing with the unusually hard clitoris. She gritted her teeth to suppress a whimper, while simultaneously thrusting her hips forward, her fingers continuing to vigorously torment the erect clitoris, moving violently within her hot, itchy vulva. The twisted pleasure on her face was exactly the same as my mother's when she masturbated.

Finally, the mother couldn't resist any longer and ran back to her room, not even closing the door properly, and began to undress. This middle-aged woman, no less attractive than my mother, had thick, dark pubic hair, and her mature, full breasts and hips exuded the sensuality of a mature woman.

After undressing, the middle-aged woman lay naked on the bed, one hand caressing her vulva, the other stroking her large breasts, which bounced rhythmically, while she moaned softly.

The screen's focus was on the mother's genitals, glistening with vaginal fluid. The woman inserted her index and middle fingers deep into her opening, digging forcefully, while her thumb pressed and rotated on her erect clitoris. Her beautiful, snow-white fingers caressed the raised, flower-like bud, then, as if tearing it open, she parted her dark red, fluid-covered labia minora. Her slender fingers danced across her vulva, each friction producing a lewd sound.

The camera then pans to the slightly ajar door, revealing the son, who has just finished showering, standing in the doorway, peeping at his middle-aged mother masturbating while simultaneously stroking his penis. The son then gently pushes open the door, crawls on the floor like a dog, and reaches the foot of the bed. The middle-aged mother is rubbing her large breasts with both hands, her legs wide open, her genitals still dripping with vaginal fluid. The boy crawls between her legs, stands up, and presses himself against her, embracing her with both hands. His still-foreskinned penis is positioned precisely at the entrance of her vagina. With a downward thrust, "plop," his penis is fully inserted into her vagina.

The middle-aged mother screamed in fright at her teenage son's sudden action, her body arching back as she stared wide-eyed at him, exclaiming, "Oh my god, what are you doing? Stop! No! You can't do this! This is incest!"

Hearing "incest," the boy became even more excited, thrusting wildly into his mother's overflowing, wet vagina, making "plop! plop!" sounds as he pumped.

The middle-aged mother kept crying out, "No! No! You can't!" but her body defiantly swayed violently with her son's teasing, her exquisite vulva being relentlessly penetrated by his thrusts.

The frenzied thrusting ignited the long-dormant desires of the middle-aged mother's cunt. At the height of her life, the mother completely broke down; her lustful desires quickly consumed her. How could her long-dormant cunt withstand the wild thrusting of that real, hard cock? Gradually, her previously furrowed brows relaxed, replaced by a flushed face. Her cunt was overflowing with lustful fluids. Her arms and legs tightly gripped her young son, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards to meet his thrusts. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes half-open, panting softly, moaning like a savage beast.

During the son's rape of the middle-aged mother, the lustful mother finally let down her guard, not only actively cooperating with her son's thrusts but also constantly changing positions and teaching him sexual techniques. They fought fiercely on the bed, abandoning all moral boundaries and worldly conventions, seeking only the satisfaction of their carnal desires.

Finally, the young boy shuddered, yelled, and quickly pulled his penis out of his middle-aged mother's vagina. He then grabbed his own penis, aimed it at her face, and "plop plop plop," his semen gushed out like a wild horse. The middle-aged mother opened her mouth wide to receive the boy's semen, which kept spraying out. She kept opening her mouth wide to receive the semen, but her mouth couldn't hold it all. A large amount of semen flowed down her chin and onto her breasts. The boy sprayed his semen all over the middle-aged mother's head and face, and her hair and breasts were covered in a thick, white paste.

The middle-aged mother didn't care at all. She tilted her head back and swallowed the semen in her mouth with a gulp. She then lifted her breasts, which were also covered in semen, with both hands, brought them close to her face, lowered her head, slowly opened her mouth, and stuck out her bright red tongue to lick her breasts. She rolled the semen on her breasts into her mouth one mouthful at a time and swallowed it. Then she used her fingers to scrape off the semen that she couldn't lick and put it into her mouth. Then, with a satisfied expression, she licked the young penis that had just ejaculated but was still hard and erect. The whole penis was wet, and there was still some semen on the glans.

The middle-aged mother lovingly licked the semen clean with her tongue, not wanting to miss a single drop. She carefully licked every inch, making a final inspection, swallowing all the semen. Then, she smacked her lips, licked her full, bright red lips with her tongue, and scooped up any remaining milky white semen around her lips. With a seductive smile, she looked at the camera and said, "I am a mother who was raped by her own son. So this is what incest with your own son feels like. From now on, I will rape my own son every day. All mothers in the world, hurry up and take action, rape your own sons!" With that, the middle-aged mother pounced on her son like a bitch in heat.

The movie finally ended. I let out a breath, breathing rapidly. My penis was throbbing hard in my pants. I turned to look at my mother. Her face was flushed, almost as if it were about to burst. Her chest was heaving, her hands were clenched into fists, and her legs were unconsciously clamped together and rubbing up and down. I could tell she was also very excited. At

that moment, my mother noticed the change in my pants and reached out to squeeze my hard penis in my pajama pants. My penis felt incredibly comfortable when my mother squeezed it, which made me excited and forget that the woman in front of me was my own mother. I couldn't help but arch my hips and rub my penis against my mother's palm.

My mother just stared blankly at my penis, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid. After a while, she released her grip, letting me sit close to her on the sofa. She looked at me with a seductive smile and asked, "Hi! Son, do you like Mom's first gift?"

"Yes, Mom. Aren't we a lot like them, mother and son? We're both peeping at each other showering, and masturbating over there."

"Mom, so you knew." Although I knew my mother had deliberately let me watch, hearing her say it for the first time still shocked me.

"Silly child, of course Mom knows."

"Mom, this is the first gift, what's the second gift?"

"My darling, Mom has watched you grow from a little child to this age. Recently, Mom realized you're already sixteen. Male hormones have made you an adult. If your father were still here, he would definitely tell you some things boys should know when they grow up, like how to make love with women. Mom just showed you through a video, but without actually making love, you're not a real man. Tonight, Mom wanted to find a woman to make love with to celebrate your sixteenth birthday, but I couldn't find a suitable one. I thought about finding a prostitute, but I was afraid it wouldn't be hygienic. So, Mom has a crazy idea, an idea I never even dared to think of before." My mother smiled kindly at me.

"After thinking about it for a while, Mom started looking up some information in books. From different cultural customs throughout history, Mom realized that Mom's idea wasn't so unusual after all. Mom discovered that the gift I want to give you is also the gift many mothers give to their sons, except that this kind of gift cannot be given in public." My mother paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"Mom has decided to give you a gift that shows how deep my love for you is. I want to give my good son something that money can't buy, a gift that no woman can give you. The birthday gift Mom wants to give you is Mom's own body."

After saying this dramatically, my mother stood up, untied the belt of her nightgown in front of me, and let the nightgown slide to the ground. Instantly, my familiar snow-white, full female naked body appeared in front of me, exuding a mature woman's charm. After a week of mutual spying with my mother, even with my eyes closed, I could still clearly know the shape and color of my mother's body. But this was the first time I had seen my mother's naked body so closely. I couldn't help but open my eyes wide and stare at my naked and beautiful mother in front of me. My burning gaze went from head to toe, and then from toe back up. Finally, my eyes were fixed on the tuft of dark pubic hair on my mother's mons pubis, and I couldn't take my eyes off my mother's vulva even an inch.

"Son, do I look good in my body?" My mother smiled, touching her dark pubic hair with her snow-white hand.

"Oh my god! Mom, you...?" My mind began to wander; I didn't know what would happen next.

My mother stood naked in front of me, her hand gently stroking the beautiful, slightly swollen area of her genitals. She would occasionally thrust her hips forward, as if making love, shamelessly opening and closing her thighs, making various lewd movements to tease me, laughing obscenely.

My mother continued doing something that surprised me. She spread her legs wide and pulled her mons pubis upwards. Her vulva was already quite far forward, and with that pull, it was almost completely exposed, revealing her pink vulva. My mother straightened her lower body and brought her entire vulva close to my face so I could see it more clearly. My face was directly in front of my mother's vulva. Her two dark red, thick labia majora were closed, and a thin, long slit in the middle was clearly visible. My mother's labia majora were quite large, and her vulva was very large. The slit was very tight, and clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripped from her plump vulva, making my eyes almost pop out. The stimulation made my penis erect, pressing against my pajama pants.

"See this? This is Mom's cunt. You were born from this cunt. Tonight, Mom has decided to offer this cunt to you to fuck, to make love to you personally, to do the most sacred thing between men and women. This is Mom's birthday gift to you. Mom knows you've grown up, and are fully mature enough to accept this special gift. Mom hopes to guide you from childhood to adulthood. Mom wants to watch her own son become a real man inside her."

"Mom, you mean making love with me? But isn't that a little inappropriate?" I said in a weak voice.

"Mom knows it's wrong, and it might lead to jail time, but do you know? There's no love in the world stronger than a mother's love for her child. Mom won't do anything to destroy this love between us. Mom hopes that even after we make love, you'll continue to treat me as your mother. Do you understand?" My mother said, holding my hand.

"Mom, isn't it incest for a son to have sex with his own mother?"

"What's wrong with incest? Countless people in the world commit incest. During the day, everyone's a respectable gentleman, but at night, when the man's penis is hard and the woman's vagina is itchy, they don't care if you're mother and son or father and daughter, they don't care if it's incestuous or not, they just want to have their fun first. According to Freud's theory, all boys have an Oedipus complex. Tell me, have you ever fantasized about having sex with your mother before?"

"Yes!"

"That's it. When boys grow up, their penises get hard, and they want to have sex with women. The women around them are either their biological mothers or their biological sisters. They live together, and sometimes they inevitably see their mothers' or sisters' breasts, or even their genitals. So, the first woman a boy wants to have sex with is either his biological mother or his biological sister. At this time, the mother is in her prime, at the most mature and charming, and most attractive to young boys. If she doesn't have a husband, the mother loves her son the most and will definitely sleep with him. The mother and son sleep together at night, the son's penis touches the mother's genitals, the mother's genitals itch, the son's penis gets hard, and sooner or later he will penetrate the mother's genitals. Moreover, the mother loves her son the most, and if the son wants to penetrate the mother's genitals, the mother will definitely let the son penetrate unconditionally. So, incest between mother and son is the most common and widespread. It is said that 40% of families in the United States have had incestuous relationships, and incest between mother and son is the most common and widespread. It's just that everyone does this kind of incest behind closed doors, without outsiders knowing."

"But why do people say that incest between mother and son is forbidden?"

"The moral concept of not being allowed to commit incest was created by people in the past to avoid family disputes. If a son and his mother committed incest, the son would be jealous of his father, and the father wouldn't want to share his wife with his son, leading to family discord. If society were like that, there would be chaos. Therefore, there's a restriction against incest. In addition, in the past, to prevent the inheritance of harmful genes, close relatives were forbidden from having sex. The reason a son couldn't have sex with his mother was because incestuous relationships could result in birth defects. But in modern society, sex is not for procreation." Although we are legally and blood-related mother and son, as long as we don't have children, it's just physical contact, like holding hands, what's the big deal? Incest doesn't really bother us, because it's just you and Mom in our family. There's no Dad to compete with you for Mom's cunt, so there won't be any family discord. We can have incest behind closed doors, as long as we don't tell anyone, no one else will know. It's our secret. Incest not only satisfies our sexual desires but also strengthens our bond. Isn't that a win-win situation?

"But in traditional beliefs, incest is condemned."

"Mom doesn't think incest is immoral. In family relationships, the bond between parents and children is closer than anyone else's. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for one another. It's not impossible for this to develop into a sexual relationship. You know, in the past, many border peoples had customs where after the father died, the eldest son would succeed him and marry his mother. In ancient China, many emperors even made their mothers, aunts, sisters, and other female relatives their concubines." "

Even so, you're still my mother!"

"She's your own mother, so you should fuck her even more, you know? Experienced men like to fuck middle-aged women like Mom. Those women outside, though young and pretty, are like unripe apples, unripe and unresponsive. They don't know how to thrust their hips and meet your advances. Middle-aged women like Mom have years of sexual experience; they know how to thrust their hips and meet your advances. Their cunts are so beautiful and juicy, so slippery and warm, and they even suck in your cunt, like a sweet and delicious peach! Besides, there's only one cunt in the world that belongs to your own mother. Mom's cunt is incomparable to any other woman's. The liberation that a son feels when he fucks his own mother, a liberation that transcends morality, is a pleasure that most people can't experience." "Think about it, the little cunt your dick is fucking is the cunt that gave birth to you, your own mother's little cunt. That incestuous and lewd pleasure is incomparable to any other woman's cunt. And people often say that mother and son are connected at heart. When a biological mother and son make love, their hearts are connected, and they are more in sync than when they fuck anyone else."

My mother, who had lost all rational control and completely surrendered to the abyss of lust, was like a female leopard unleashed by its beastly nature. Her face flushed red, she knelt down at my feet, pulled down my underwear, and took it off my feet. I was at a loss and let her do as she pleased. My dick was already erect to the extreme, excitedly standing high and swinging up and down, the huge glans bulging out, gleaming with a dark purple-red light.

My mother's alluring eyes were fixed on my large penis, a look of surprise on her face. She grasped my thick shaft with both hands; it was hot and hard to the touch. Looking at me lewdly, she said, "Heh, you little devil, still pretending? Look how big your penis has become! Wow, so amazing, such a big penis! Even my hand can't hold it! I've never seen such a big penis before. I never imagined your penis was so big, so wonderful, so hard and hot! I wonder what it will feel like to be inside my cunt, son. Your penis is so hard it's almost endearing. Don't worry! Mom will gently caress it; it will definitely make you feel incredibly comfortable!"

My mother was completely mesmerized. Lost in lust, she gently caressed my innocent and adorable penis with her snow-white fingers. She eagerly opened her beautiful cherry-like mouth, her lovely lips fully enveloping the glans, which was jutting out a moist, rosy tip. She slowly sucked on it, while her right hand grasped my testicles, stroking and kneading them incessantly. Using both hands and mouth, my mother's small mouth released the glans, her tongue teasing the urethral opening, then gently biting it with her teeth. Her left hand vigorously stroked my penis up and down, and a few drops of white fluid immediately flowed from the urethral opening, making it even thicker and larger.

I quickly stopped her, saying, "Mom, don't do this! We are mother and son; we can't commit incest!"

My mother gazed at me with alluring, spring-like eyes, leaning against me naked, her lewdness utterly exposed. She said in a coquettish voice, "Mom doesn't care. Today, I'm naked, my cunt is sticking out, and I'm begging you. If you refuse me, how can I face anyone? Besides, a few days ago you peeked at me while I was bathing and masturbated in front of me. I've been a widow for many years, and now I'm in my prime, starved for so long. How can I withstand your stimulation? You've ignited the long-dormant desires hidden deep within my cunt." "Flame, you have to take responsibility. Mom's pussy is so itchy and empty right now. Look, the juices inside Mom's pussy are flowing out like tap water, running down her legs. Incest or anything like that, Mom doesn't care anymore. Mom wants to be fucked! Mom's pussy needs a man's cock! Mom's little cunt is so itchy! Quickly stop the itch for Mom! Mom wants to be fucked to her heart's content! If you don't fuck me, Mom will just go outside and find some random man to fuck. Do you want Mom to go find other men? Do you want Mom's pussy to be fucked by other men's cocks?"

"Of course not."

"That's good then. Let's keep the good stuff in the family. Don't think about it anymore. It's just the two of us at home now, no outsiders. Whether we commit incest or not, no one will know. Son, come on, let Mom's cunt serve you properly! If we can break free from the constraints of propriety, we can enjoy the pleasure of male-female sexual intercourse. Mom is a woman who can satisfy you. Although Mom is old, and my cunt has become a bit loose after giving birth to you, Mom is confident in the strength of her cunt. Mom will definitely satisfy you and make you feel incredibly comfortable. Do whatever you want to do to Mom. No matter what you say, Mom will do it. Don't worry, Mom will definitely be very horny, more horny than any woman you've ever seen, Mom's dear son!"

The mother climbed her bare thighs onto my thighs, rubbing her vulva directly against my thighs, and kissed my neck with her mouth, making demands as wanton as a prostitute.

"No, Mom, don't do this, you can't do this!"

I tried to push my mother away, but my hands landed squarely on her breasts. Before this, I had never truly touched a woman's naked breasts, so my mother's breasts were the first breasts I had ever touched. They felt so soft and elastic, but she was my own mother. I was startled and immediately pulled my hands away.

My mother grabbed my hands and pressed them against her own breasts, her expression lewd as she said, "Listen to Mom, gently caress Mom's big breasts with your hands, hold them gently as if you're stroking them."

I had no choice but to hold my mother's breasts. They were very large; with both hands together, I could barely hold one. They felt so soft and elastic. When my hands caressed my mother's warm, soft, round, and elastic breasts, like large winter melons, the feeling was indescribable—a feeling I had never experienced in my entire life!

My mother sat between my legs, her back arched, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure I gave her. She teased me softly with lewd words, "Yes! That's it! A woman's breasts should be touched so gently! So good, so comfortable!"

She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly, seductively twisting her full, mature body. This didn't seem like a mother at all; it was a woman's seductive charm towards a man.

My mother forcefully twisted her elastic, voluptuous buttocks, thrusting her lower abdomen forward. My huge penis slid between her thighs, gently rubbing against her soft pubic hair. The head of my penis touched something soft and warm; I knew my glans was now pressed against my mother's vulva.

"This is it, this is the entrance to Mom's cunt. Mom wants to take in all of your man's weapon, child. You know very well that this is incest. Think about it, this is the dream of many men. You will have a mother who completely obeys you and satisfies you, your sex slave. Doesn't this incestuous love feel exciting? Isn't this what you've always wanted? Good boy, hmm?"

At this moment, the mother had completely abandoned the hypocrisy of human self-respect, acting like a wanton little slut. Thinking of my thick, hard cock about to penetrate her cunt, her burning flower hole contracted violently.

"Mom, I am your own son. We will be punished by heaven for doing this. We can't do this. It's not too late to regret it now."

"Son, even in this state, how could I regret it? Come on! My dear son, let me be your woman, let me fulfill your duties as a wife. If you don't fuck me, I'll rape you. If you say no now, once it's inside you, you'll feel so good you won't want to pull out, so good you'll want to be inside my cunt every day until you're satisfied. Come on, have pity on me, I can't take it anymore, use your big cock to relieve my itch. To be able to fuck me with your hard, big cock, I'd die for it, just to enjoy my beloved son every day." "This hard cock is the greatest happiness of my life!"

my mother screamed wildly, one hand reaching between her legs, using her fingers to separate her labia, revealing her pink vulva, while the other hand grabbed my penis, guiding it to her vulva. My huge cock immediately pressed against my mother's wet vulva, and I could clearly feel my hard, hot glans pressing against my mother's alluring, lustful opening. If either of us moved, it would slide in completely. This situation made me gasp, panting with excitement!

"Oh, Mom, no!" When the glans touched my mother's soft, hot labia, the sensation of her skin made me groan. I felt dizzy because I was about to enter a brand new world, a new beginning in my life. I knew I was about to become a real man, and this coming-of-age ceremony would be presided over by my mother.

My mother's body became so hot, and her vulva became so wet, slippery, and hot, constantly contracting, and a little milky white, sticky, slippery fluid was flowing out.

"Your cock is so big, Mom might die this time. Mom will cry from the pain, but Mom isn't afraid. Fuck Mom as much as you want until Mom can't cum anymore."

My mother slowly lowered her voluptuous buttocks. Because my mother's cunt was so wet, I barely noticed, but with a "whoosh," my enormous, lewd, egg-sized glans, which had been pressed against the entrance of my mother's cunt, smoothly slid into her cunt.

Wow! Such a tight cunt! I never imagined that my mother, at thirty-eight, would still have such a tight cunt. She doesn't look like a woman who has given birth at all. The opening of her cunt is relatively wide, but the inside isn't loose as I expected; instead, it's so tight. A thick layer of warm, tender flesh tightly grips my large glans, burning hot inside. I feel my huge glans completely enveloped by my mother's warm, moist cunt. It's so slippery and hot there, as if it's melting my glans. The soft, fleshy layers press against my glans, constantly secreting thick lubricating fluid. My glans is completely surrounded by a vast ocean. I feel my glans being obstructed, a little painful from being tightly gripped, but it's so comfortably enveloped. (05-01 Mother

's Chapter: Mother's Breasts)

September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival. My mother and I went back to pay respects. My hometown is surrounded by mountains, with a mountain stream in front of the house. The scenery is beautiful, and the air is fresh. Not many families celebrate the Double Ninth

Festival as Qingming Festival; my hometown celebrates it as the Double Ninth Festival. I haven't been back to my hometown for many years. After graduating, I was unemployed at home, so on September 9th, I went back with my mother to pay respects at our ancestral temple. It was also a chance to relax and recharge before trying to find a job again.

My mother and I took an overnight bus and arrived in our hometown at 9 am. Our ancestral home, due to years of disrepair and its long history, collapsed in a storm. Now we have to stay at an uncle's house, which is located halfway up a mountain. The house is small, so there aren't many beds.

At night, my mother and I share a bed. The weather on the mountain is strange; it's quite warm until 11 pm, very cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 am. There's a high mountain in front of our house, so we don't see the sun until after 11 am, making the mornings generally very cold.

My mother and I arrived early, so we hadn't started the ancestral worship yet. That year, the whole family worshipped, and it was a large-scale event. My family only needed to contribute money; we didn't need much help, like repairing the ancestral temple.

My mother and I have a very good relationship, although we sometimes have a generation gap and speak freely. That day, my mother and I took a car to the city. We just wanted to see what local specialties we could buy to take back with us.

My mother is a very cheerful woman, 41 years old, with a fair complexion and a face shape somewhat resembling Zhao Yazhi. She dresses neatly and enjoys skincare and grooming, giving her a somewhat aristocratic air. She is about 160cm tall.

My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, and then went shopping, buying some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city and returned to my uncle's house around 3 pm.

Tonight we ate some local specialties, which were alright, but quite bland. My mother and I were a bit tired from playing, so we took showers around 8 pm and went back to our room. I watched TV in my room while my mother chatted with relatives outside. Around 10 pm, my mother took a shower and returned to her room.

My mother had just finished showering, her hair was still a little wet, and she was wearing a rather cute set of pajamas, pajamas from many years ago. She started arranging the things we bought that day. I told her to do it tomorrow and watch some entertainment programs. It was

a type of program that my mother liked, so she agreed and sat next to me, chatting with me about the celebrities on TV. I don't like watching TV (I only like using the computer). As I chatted with my mother, my eyelids started to get tired, so I leaned against her shoulder, holding her left hand with both of mine, and closed my eyes to rest.

My mother saw me and told me to go to sleep, but I don't like going to bed early, so I said I'd wait a bit and just need to rest. We stayed like that, leaning against each other and chatting. My mother's body was neither too fat nor too thin, with a moderate amount of body fat, making her very comfortable to lean against; at least I didn't feel any hardness.

I said to my mother, "Mom, it feels so comfortable leaning against you, so soft, and there's a faint scent of soap."

My mother replied, "If it's comfortable, lie down a little longer. Is the wooden bed uncomfortable?"

I nodded, and my mother continued, "We were poor before, and your father and I slept on this kind of bed. Thinking back, I was working to earn money while your father continued his studies, and now he's an engineering designer. It really wasn't easy..." I nodded again, and my mother continued talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to lift me up. I was woken up, my eyes still blurry, probably from playing too much that day. I lazily wrapped my arms around the base of my mother's head, vaguely feeling the elasticity of her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable.

My mother tried to lift me up, but she was getting tired. Seeing me still half-awake, she shook me awake. I wanted her to lift me up, but it was too late. Once awake, I jumped straight into bed and went back to sleep. I grabbed the blanket, and then my mother turned off the light and got into bed.

My mother slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us. Soon after she lay down, I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, my head close to hers, my body resting against her lower left side—just touching, nothing more.

My mother let me sleep, and I drifted off to sleep. I don't know what time it was, but it was very cold outside. I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up from the chill, but my mind was still hazy. My body seemed to instinctively move towards warmth. I grabbed my mother's right arm, wrapped my legs around her inner thighs, and pressed my head against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I curled up. Even

under the covers, I still felt shivering. My mother's left hand was also around my back, letting me sleep closer for warmth. Gradually, I became more awake, but too lazy to move, so I remained curled up beside my mother.

Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to have fallen asleep. Her warm breath touched my face, and I felt very comfortable. I clung to her more and more. Then I became more awake, and I would touch my mother's hands and feet with my right hand and foot to warm them, which felt very soothing. My mother seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

As I touched her, I moved up her right arm and touched her face, feeling her loveliness and a sudden surge of emotion welling up inside me. (It was the touching love between mother and child—she was such a wonderful mother.)

After touching her for a while, I didn't mean to; my hand was just moving downwards. While playing with my hand, it accidentally touched my mother's breast. Her breasts were medium to large, soft and tender, not very elastic. I accidentally touched them, and suddenly my attention shifted to my mother's breasts.

But I didn't dare reach out and touch them. At that moment, my head was between my mother's neck and I deliberately moved my head down, slowly bringing my cheek to the front of her breasts, only touching a little bit of soft, swollen flesh.

I thoroughly enjoyed that comfortable and tender texture. At that moment, my body felt a little hot and I was very nervous, but I still rubbed against her very, very gently. A minute later, my mother was still asleep.

My right hand moved slowly and cautiously upwards, my palm resting on my mother's right breast. My palm touched a bit of her clothing, but it was very hot, almost sweaty. I gently pressed down with my right middle finger, lightly stroking her right breast. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, but I was afraid of waking her. My right middle finger pressed against the flesh beside her breast—it felt so good! As I continued pressing, I began to gently massage her nipple. Her nipple was very soft and tender, with a slightly tingling sensation.

After a few presses, I began to gently press down with my palm, from below her breast, my fingers on the nipple. I paused for a moment, a chill running through me, my mouth watering slightly. Then I gently grasped my mother's right breast (my hand was below her breast), gently pressing from below, my little finger and thumb squeezing from both sides, while my middle three fingers lightly rubbed around the nipple—it was so soft, so comfortable, so stimulating.

At this moment, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid she might suddenly wake up. My right hand continued to caress her breasts, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipples, lightly pinching them between two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion.

My lower body was burning hot; I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thigh. She was wearing pajamas, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg. I could feel a strong, tingling sensation from her thigh. My penis was hard and erect, and I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her, so I could only rest my penis against her side leg.

Because my right hand was touching her breast, she didn't seem to be awake. Her pajamas were short, and I boldly reached my hand down under her pajamas, slowly moving my right hand. I felt the distance was very far, and it took a long time before I finally touched her breast. Instantly, I felt a thunderous shock, my heart and head burning. My whole hand was on my mother's breast, and I dared not move.

After a short while, my hand felt like a worm crawling on my mother's breast, incredibly warm. My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt exceptionally comfortable. My hand started to caress, then gradually moved to her entire breast.

My thumb and the finger between my thumbs gently circled her nipple, starting very gently and gradually increasing the stimulation. I became bolder, squeezing and pinching her nipple with slightly more force.

After a while, her nipple hardened, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, softening and swelling. At that point, I didn't care anymore; I gently pinched her entire breast with my right hand, pressing my palm against it, feeling as if it had grown even larger. I began to rub her entire breast with my palm, gently rubbing it from bottom to top.

I rubbed my palm against my mother's nipple, and a continuous electric shock traveled from my palm to my heart, like being electrocuted. My palm was suspended in mid-air, with my mother's nipple only half-touching it. I moved my palm left and right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just touched my palm. The feeling was more dynamic than touching a breast (you must try it if you have the chance).

Waves of electric shocks reached my heart, and in my excitement, I squeezed my right palm harder than before. At this moment, my mother moved slightly. She turned her head towards me, shifted her waist back, and leaned slightly towards me. I was immediately terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat.

My hand remained on her breast, still gripping it, but I dared not let go, afraid of waking her. After about three minutes, my mother did not move. My right hand, which was still gripping my mother's breast, felt a little wet. I gently released my mother's breast.

I slowly reached out from my mother's breast, terrified that she would wake up, so I stopped all inappropriate actions towards her. After sleeping for about 10 minutes, I wasn't as frightened as before, and my heart calmed down.

Once I was sure my mother was still asleep, my heart started racing again. This time, I was much bolder. I gently pushed the blankets covering us down and lightly lifted my mother's nightgown. I shifted my body back to make it easier to lift her clothes.

After a while, my mother's breast popped out. It turned out that when I was lifting her clothes, I had accidentally pushed her breasts up as well, and her nipples had bounced down and touched my left hand (very lightly). This time it was her left breast.

I continued to lift her nightgown, and with my right hand, I started to gently scratch my mother's breast. I made a "topknot" motion with my four fingers, and pressed my thumb against her nipple, pushing it upwards repeatedly. The bumps near my mother's nipple (I can't type the word) stood up (those small bumps next to the breast), becoming more and more noticeable with each rub. Then I rubbed them in circles, and then with both fingers interlaced, swirling them like a turbine.

After playing with it for a while, I grew bolder, moved my head down a little, and grabbed my entire breast with my right hand, squeezing it and bringing it to my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt a slight itch. I then wiggled the nipple up and down against my lips. Stimulated and aroused, I suddenly opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth for a while.

I stuck out my tongue and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, my mother's right breast twitched and shuddered. The movement was a bit too strong, and I stopped, startled. I looked at my mother and felt that her breathing seemed to have become heavier, and the temperature of her breath had risen. I felt a warm, enveloping sensation.

After a while, I began to suckle my mother's nipple. My mother's nipple deeply touched my tongue, and I also felt the bumps around it. My head and tongue swirled around the upper part of her breast, while my right hand was also busy, grasping my mother's right breast and making hand and finger movements, but the grasping force was still light.

However, my mother's right breast and nipple were unusually sharp. I grabbed them with my fingers and rubbed them upwards, stretching them longer and longer. The nipple, like a flower petal, parted slightly, with a crater-like opening in the middle. I held two fingers between the sides of the nipple, while my thumb pressed down firmly on the center of the parted nipple, rubbing it. As I rubbed, the opening widened a bit, and I could feel it getting slightly wet.

My tongue wasn't idle either; I was sucking. I opened my mouth wide and took half of my mother's breast deep into my mouth, my saliva soaking most of it. As I pressed and sucked, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat—a subtle, dynamic art.

My tongue, intertwining with my own, sucked and swirled around her nipple, like fingers clamping down, the pressure varying with each thrust. Her breasts rose and fell with the movement. Strangely, as I sucked, I felt the nipple on her left breast gradually shrink from its initial sharpness. The more I kissed, rubbed, and sucked, the smaller the nipple became, eventually turning into a small, round, but slippery one. My tongue greedily swirled and stirred that tiny nipple. Her

right breast, both nipples and clitoris, stood erect from my right hand's caresses; it seemed slightly larger than her left (at least in my perception). I half-propped myself up, my left hand grasping my mother's left breast, my hands simultaneously attacking her firm breasts. At this moment, I stopped sucking, enjoying the soft feel of her breasts.

I held my hands, palms facing upwards, just touching my mother's nipples, and made circles quickly. The sensation of my mother's nipples against my palms was indescribable, a feeling that traveled from my hands to my heart (try this with your wife!). The pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable. My movements quickened, and the nipple of my mother's right breast

(the one I was suckling) quickly became sharp again under my rapid, intense touches, even growing longer and longer with each rotation. In fact, the nipple was so long that it also began to rotate with my hands.

Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my hands, I switched to a flag-raising gesture, using my thumbs to rub my mother's nipple from the inside out, hoping to lengthen it further.

As I vigorously rubbed her breasts, she slightly shifted her body, arching and moving closer to me. I was already burning with desire, my hands still rubbing incessantly.

Because her breasts were quite large, I brought her nipples together with both hands, rubbing them against each other with increasing force, feeling her nerves throbbing even more intensely.

I opened my mouth wide and took both of her nipples into my mouth, my tongue intertwining between them, to make it easier to suckle her breasts.

I moved my body down a little, much closer, my left leg straddling hers, my lower body unconsciously, as if by inertia, pressing against her smooth thigh, moving up and down. The pleasure wasn't very intense, but I felt my penis burning hot, all external sensations paling in comparison to its heat. But the paler it felt, the stronger my desire became, the more I moved, the more intense my movements.

Especially during the movement, I deliberately pulled my lower body back, exposing it to allow my penis to be inserted or pressed downwards, which intensified the sensation. The feeling in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips received from my mother's breasts, but my lips still unconsciously licked my mother's breasts and chest skin.

After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's breasts and turned to caress the skin around them. I stretched out my tongue, drawing and writing on my mother's left and right breasts, tracing lines on her chest skin, and slowly moving down to her neck.

I don't know why, but when I reached my mother's neck, I felt the veins there throb intensely, so I started to suck and rub my tongue against her neck, especially when I sucked hard, and my mother's reaction was particularly noticeable.

I grew bolder and began to move my body upwards, my hands gripping near my mother's ears. My tongue, laced with saliva, licked and sucked back and forth on her neck. My lower body moved upwards more and more, pressing against half of my mother's lower abdomen.

The more I sucked, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breathing becoming stronger, her exhalations making me feel a breath of air passing over my head. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I continued sucking, slowly kissing my mother's cheeks, my tongue merely tracing patterns on her face. My lower body gradually covered the entire lower half of my mother's body.

At this point, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly against my mother's private parts. I increased the force of my lower body movements, rubbing against her lower body, feeling the bones pressing against the bones on both sides of my body, which was a little painful. So I moved down a little, my penis almost pressing against my mother's tender private parts.

We were both wearing relatively thin clothing, and I could feel the warmth from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternating hot and cold sensations as I moved were incredibly pleasurable. This hot and cold sensation, combined with the throbbing warmth of my mother's flesh, resonated with my rhythm. I moved my lower body more and more vigorously. I had stopped sucking on my mother at this point, and I supported myself with my hands to maximize the contact between my lower body and my mother's private parts.

As I moved my lower body, it was as if my mother's body was making love to me, her body being pushed up and down by my somewhat forceful movements. My mother didn't make any other movements, just remained still, as if waiting for something. In fact, I already knew that my mother had been awake for a while.

My lower body continued, feeling the warm area through the clothes, swaying gently up and down and back and forth. It felt like fantasizing, a bit like buttock sex on a bus, but this felt more real, and buttock sex was more intensely stimulating.

My mother and I were locked in a struggle of flesh, and during this struggle, my penis gradually lost interest. I began to feel the increased friction of the clothes against my penis, but it was uncomfortable. I gradually stopped doing that and started kissing my mother's skin again, pressing my body closer to hers and kissing her neck. My left hand roamed and caressed her right side; her body was very warm.

After a while, my hand moved down, touching the outside of her thigh. I touched it for less than two seconds before turning to the inside, without touching her genitals. Her inner thigh was very warm, and her skin was very smooth.

My mother was wearing those thin, soft boxer shorts. I caressed her inner thigh, sometimes increasing the pressure with my fingers, sometimes pinching the flesh; the flesh of her thigh was very elastic.

Slowly, without realizing it, my hand moved to the area above my mother's genitals. The area above her genitals was large and soft, warm to the touch, definitely not less pleasurable than caressing her breasts—each with its own unique characteristics.

I was very excited. My left hand covered her entire mons pubis, like grabbing a nipple, in a rather rough way. The process felt slightly rough, and I could feel the pubic hair moving as I grasped it.

The rough caress of her mons pubis, with moderate pressure and speed, felt like playing with sand. My lips were also kissing my mother's body, skin, and various parts of her breasts.

I slipped my thumb inside her mons pubis, pressing and kneading the area above. It was still through her underwear, but the area above it was already very, very wet. When I pressed it, it felt sticky, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of fluid.

The more I pressed and rubbed, the slipperier it became. I rubbed it with my thumb, applying a little more pressure. My mother's body seemed to move quite strongly, but I ignored her (I knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only use my fingers to rub against her panties.

As I touched her, I pulled her panties down with my thumb, and my thumb touched her mons pubis. This was her vulva, very slippery and wet. It felt like my entire thumb wasn't touching it. At

first, I just slid it gently and slowly. During the sliding, I touched a small clitoris, and I lingered on it, increasing the pressure and starting to rub and press. My mother's lower body moved rhythmically with my rubbing. Every time I rubbed upwards, her lower body would twitch.

The mons pubis had a very rhythmic feel and a unique charm. As I rubbed, I moved down to her clitoris and pressed down hard. My thumb felt like it was entering another world, sinking into a unique world—my mother's vagina.

I inserted my thumb halfway in, and then I started stirring and squeezing. My mother's vagina was very wet, and because my thumb was quite large, it almost filled the entire opening. The process of my thumb going in and out was quite unique. At first, it was slow, but then the force and speed increased, becoming continuous, like pressing the space bar on a keyboard, forcefully pressing in and out. My mother's lower body moved back and forth as I pressed in and out, her movements varied and fascinating.

As I pressed deeper and deeper, almost my entire thumb was inside my mother's vagina, and I began to perform the in-and-out motion. As the saying goes, "It's easy to get in, but hard to get out" (a somewhat exaggerated analogy). My thumb plunged deep into my mother's mons pubis, and as I pulled it out, my mother's vagina seemed to be sucking on my thumb (it felt quite strong). After a few minutes of thrusting, I began to carefully feel the inner walls of my mother's vagina with my thumb. The inner walls were incredibly smooth and tender,

even smoother than lubricant, so tender that it felt like the skin was touching real flesh. I started moving in and out of her vagina, and with each thrust I felt a slightly rough texture. Perhaps this was a natural reaction women create to stimulate a man's penis.

As I played with her vagina, my mother felt a stronger sensation than before. The stronger the sensation, the harder I rubbed, at a very fast speed and with great force. My thumb felt extremely tired, but I enjoyed it. The intense memories of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill.

After about 10 minutes, a liquid leaked out. Why did that liquid feel a little cold? Perhaps because my thumb was warm from rubbing, it felt relatively cold. As it leaked, my mother's lower body arched considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge.

My mother woke up…

I was stunned for a moment, everything stopped. My mother moved back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of her vagina. At that moment, I was pressing my body against hers. I froze, not knowing what to say or do…

that was all I could do. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Because I couldn't see my mother's expression clearly, she just stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I looked at her.

She paused, seemingly thinking about something, or perhaps angry, or perhaps waiting for something… At that moment, I was absolutely terrified, even losing all feeling in my penis.

Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mix of emotions made it feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond a ticking time bomb.

Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, I was stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly enthusiastic, her long tongue filling my mouth, almost suffocating me. She pulled me closer to her.

After 10 seconds, I regained consciousness and began to use my inner strength to forcefully suck and pull on her tongue. I sucked on her tongue so hard, holding it in my mouth. I pulled it to the end, then suddenly released it. Her tongue retracted, and I extended my own, our tongues interacting like a passionate young couple.

My tongue swirled and twisted, forming all sorts of shapes. The hardest part was tying our tongues together, one above the other, swirling around. Because my kissing skills were terrible, almost a mess, I was drooling profusely, and my mother was gulping it down.

My hands moved from my mother's back to her breasts. This time, I let loose and grabbed her firm, powerful breasts, pressing them against my nipples with my thumbs. My mother loved this feeling; the harder I pressed, the more intensely her lips met mine. Her tongue darted towards me, stretching very far, almost filling my mouth.

My mother's hands weren't idle either, haphazardly stroking my back. She pulled down part of my pants and grabbed my buttocks with both hands. She seemed obsessed with my buttocks, kneading, stroking, and swirling them around.

My mother forcefully pressed my lower body up, so my lower body was now on top of her cunt, her skin pressed against it. My penis was pressed against her cunt, and she lifted my buttocks, pressing down on them, pushing me forward. My penis rubbed against her cunt, the heat through my clothes making me dizzy. My penis was incredibly hard from the friction. My mother seemed to really enjoy this "brother-vulva" intercourse; the waves of stimulation were indescribable.

My mother had already started kissing me, and my lower body moved in rhythm with her. Each time she pressed down, she thrust hard, adjusting the opening of my cunt, indirectly touching each other, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, heat, fleshy sensations, and a slightly wet feeling—it was truly indescribable.

I braced myself on the bed with my hands, afraid of hurting my mother, but my lower body was cooperating with her movements. After a while of friction, I lifted my lower body, ceasing my ministrations with my mother. I pulled down my pants completely and took off my shirt. My mother then removed her shirt, revealing her breasts, though I couldn't see them clearly.

I was completely naked. As my mother prepared to pull down her pants, I immediately pressed down on her. Her pants were only pulled down to her knees. I pressed down, my penis moving against her underwear, the friction feeling uniquely comfortable, different from the previous friction between pants. It felt very real and very sensual.

My mother's underwear was already soaked with fluid; my penis was actually quite wet when it touched her, but that felt incredibly pleasurable. My mother's hands were on my back, just supporting me without making any further movements. I rubbed against her underwear, feeling the soft, wet, and slightly elastic texture, as well as the friction of her pubic hair. Even through the underwear, her pubic hair added a touch of texture. I pressed my chest against her breasts, the friction of my lower body against her upper body.

In particular, my mother's hard nipples slid and moved across my chest, very shapely and delicate. My lower body felt like I was fantasizing about a beautiful woman, while my upper body was truly throbbing with desire. The more I rubbed, the more intense it became. As I rubbed, my mother's lower body arched her abdomen and her legs supported her. She used her feet to push off her pants, which were still on her lower body. My mother was below me and I was above her, making a rhythmic but rapid rubbing motion.

After rubbing for a few minutes, I started to arch my hips back, aiming my glans at my mother's vulva. I pushed in slightly, bumping against her through her thin panties. My glans slid in a tiny bit, and her panties followed suit. The feeling was absolutely uniquely comfortable (if you have the chance, buy some very thin panties for your woman to try). That feeling of wanting to go in but not being able to, that psychological feeling was absolutely special (like wanting to have sex with a girl on a bus, wanting to penetrate her vagina but unable to—but only slightly better). At this

moment, I continued to arch my body, thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to be experiencing this feeling of wanting to do it but not being able to. Her legs even rose above my hips, her feet following my movements, as if urging me—go in faster, come in faster. And so, my mother and I arched our vulvas together.

As the thrusting intensified, my glans penetrated deep into my mother's vagina. Although her panties were in the way, I couldn't feel their effect; they merely provided resistance. Her vagina was very moist, and the stimulation seemed to bring a unique flush.

I sat up, grasped my penis, and began to rotate it around the part of my mother's vagina that was inside, sometimes pushing it further in, sometimes swaying it against her.

My mother was thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure. Although neither of us had spoken a word, I could feel her arousal and sensations

; it was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I leaned over her and suckled her breasts. Her nipples remained firm and erect, clearly from the intense pleasure. My penis remained inside her.

After a while, I used my hand to push the bottom of my mother's panties to the other side, completely exposing her vulva, though she was still wearing panties. I began to touch my penis against her real mons pubis; the texture of that flesh was unparalleled, and its wetness truly attracted my glans.

I thoroughly enjoyed this kind of illicit pleasure. I rubbed my glans against her vulva, and my mother seemed to tremble; I sensed her reaction.

I sat up, pushing her panties aside with one hand and gripping my penis with the other, forcefully rubbing and thrusting my glans against her mons pubis. My mother's body moved up and down, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally bumping against my glans. Perhaps due to her own reflexes, my glans began to rub against her clitoris, then against the vulva. The breath she exhaled and the movement of her chest revealed her deep enjoyment.

I enjoyed this too. After a while of rubbing, I lay on top of my mother, my penis head entering her vagina. I started thrusting, but not fully inside. The sensation of her vaginal muscles stimulating my glans was incredibly arousing. My mother's lower body was also moving and thrusting upwards, as if trying to fully penetrate me, but I wasn't in a hurry.

My mother arched her back, and I moved back, continuing like this for a while. When she arched her back, I suddenly pushed my penis fully into her vagina. It felt so good, so wonderful! (Addendum: It's best not to let your partner know your next move during sex; that's what makes it exciting and stimulating.) After penetrating, I paused for a moment, then thrust in again with great force, making my mother's body move.

I held my mother, and slowly, with each thrust, I pushed her hips in and out, sometimes forcefully, sometimes slightly harder. The force varied, and her reactions differed, but each time she breathed heavily; I could feel the heat and power of her breath on my neck. Based on this, each thrust was quite forceful, but not very fast.

After one forceful thrust, I suddenly accelerated, and the thrusting began to crackle, becoming slightly louder. The sound was incredibly stimulating to my eardrums and heart. My mother's panties weren't pulled down; the edge of her panties was pressing against the side of my glans. With each thrust, the edge of her panties slid along the edge of my glans. The feeling was no less than during sex (you must try it if you have the chance; buy looser panties). My mother's genitals were almost completely wet. As I thrust faster, the sound echoed throughout the room. My mother's legs spread wider and wider; I didn't know if she was doing it because I was touching them open or if she was deliberately making it easier for me to thrust.

The faster I thrust, the more I shifted my body, facing my mother. Her eyes were closed, but tightly, as if she were struggling. She was breathing heavily through her mouth and nose, her head tilted slightly. Although my vision wasn't perfect, I could still make out what was happening.

My mother seemed to enjoy the penetration, the impact, the shoving, the thrusting of my penis. Her expression was strange; she was frowning. During the thrusting, I grew tired and slowed down. As soon as my lips touched hers, she responded with a passionate kiss, her tongue still protruding into my mouth.

My movements slowed, but her lower body began to arch and thrust upwards, though not entirely comfortably. With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled her up and lay down on top of me. She remained silently on top of me, not continuing her previous movements, just quietly.

At that moment, I felt it and whispered, "Mom." My voice was very soft. Then I hugged my mother's head, and after a while, I started kissing her hair, face, eyes, and mouth. As I kissed her, she slowly let go, and we began to intertwine our tongues. I started stroking her arms with both hands, and slowly moved one of her hands to my penis. I grabbed the back of her hand and started touching myself. I was very wet down there. At first, my mother wasn't very willing and didn't take the initiative.

I whispered to my mother, "Mom, don't worry about it. It's just the two of us in this dark night. Don't worry too much." Then I continued to kiss my mother deeply. My mother didn't answer or make any further moves.

After about three minutes, my mother started moving her soft hands to stroke my penis and glans. At first, she just pressed her palm against the base of my penis and rubbed it lightly. As time went on, she started to grasp my entire penis with her palm and fingers, rubbing it up and down. I really enjoyed the tenderness and gentleness of my mother's palms. My mother seemed to be rubbing someone's penis for the first time, and she seemed very unfamiliar with it.

I started by telling my mother to gently rub around the vulva with her fingers. She followed my instructions, her vulva pressing against my thigh. I arched my legs, lifting her about 20 centimeters off. She was very wet down there; I could feel the wetness on my thighs.

The position wasn't very stable; she gripped my penis tightly. As my legs moved up and down, her vulva moved up and down with them, arching her back, but she would slide down at the highest point. Each time I lowered my legs, she would move back to my knees.

In this arched position, the skin of her vulva was rubbed against my thighs. More than 60% of her body weight was pressed against her vulva, rubbing against it. Each time I lifted her up, she gripped my penis tightly, and we continued rubbing and kneading.

After a while, I pulled her into my arms. When we were face to face, I kissed her lips deeply. I spread my legs wide, placed my mother astride my penis, and gently inserted it into her vagina. As I continued, a little fluid seeped out (it was just at the entrance, not inside). After a while, I whispered to my mother, "Mom, is it okay?"

My mother didn't respond, but simply moved her hips, aimed at her vagina, and inserted it. The sensation of entering, the feeling of being inside, was incredibly comforting, unlike the previous one-sided gratification; it was a union of flesh, imbued with emotion and desire. My mother wasn't fully inside, so I gently lifted her hips and thrust forward, completely uniting us. At that moment, it wasn't just the pleasure of sex, but a profound, overwhelming sensation.

My body slowly remained inside her, and my mother initially only symbolically cooperated, continuing this intertwined physical contact. Each time I penetrated, I felt the lubrication of my mother's vagina and a sharp pain from the hair between my genitals and her vaginal opening.

I used my hand to move my pubic hair aside; the pain was like plucking hair. Following this, I leaned back, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and thrust upwards forcefully. My mother seemed to enjoy this position; each time I pressed down, she cooperated very hard, holding the pressure for a fraction of a second before pulling back, then continuing to press down. Because of my hand, this sitting-and-holding-my-mother position was very frequent.

As the number of thrusts increased, I noticed my mother's vaginal lubrication increased, making my thrusts smoother. It didn't feel as comfortable as at the beginning, but I could see my mother enjoyed this support. She moved closer to me, her hands tightly encircling my head, her breasts pressed against my chest.

Because I wasn't as comfortable as before, I increased the force and speed, and my mother responded at a high speed as well. Each time she thrust in at high speed, she would quickly bounce back, but each time she penetrated very deeply. Her mons pubis bumped against the flesh beneath my penis, very quickly, sending waves of pleasure through my groin. My mother's breasts moved rapidly across my chest, brushing against it, their soft texture like paint, but the speed of their movement was too fast.

My mother's head was almost touching my ear, and her breath was incredibly hot. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the impact this position gave her, the indescribable pleasure it brought. I could only follow along, trying my best to keep my mother comfortable (though I wasn't sure if I was comfortable myself). This position, while very penetrating, felt somewhat empty.

My mother's buttocks and upper body moved instinctively towards me, and we continued like this for a full half hour. At the last moment, a cool, moist fluid flowed from her lower body, which she used to stimulate my penis. She stopped, resting her face on my shoulder, exhaling heavily, her body twitching slightly. Her face was hot, but also very sexy, and I rested my face against hers.

She was sweaty and seemed to be enjoying herself. I felt very tired, so I moved to lie down and rested for a moment. Then I placed my mother's legs between my legs, my legs spread wide, her legs between mine. I inserted my penis; it was very lubricated inside, making it uncomfortable.

I pulled her legs together, her vaginal opening squeezing tightly. I moved my buttocks up and down like this, her vaginal walls gripping my penis, very tight, but incredibly pleasurable. My movements were excessively exaggerated, and my mother could tell I really enjoyed it.

My mother pressed me down, signaling me not to move. She placed a pillow under my arm, raising my buttocks. With her legs still together and her hands on the bed, she vigorously rubbed and moved up and down, not quickly, but it felt like her flesh was forcibly sucking out my semen. Each insertion and withdrawal felt different.

My mother's mons pubis was very tight; during insertion, I felt an extremely strong sense of possession and penetration, and when she pulled out, I felt squeezed and sucked, waves of pleasure washing over me (I suggest you try it). It was incredibly pleasurable.

I made humming sounds (a kind of wanting to hum but not quite), and moaning sounds (maybe everyone thinks only women make these sounds when they're being penetrated, but maybe it was too pleasurable, and I couldn't help making these sounds). My mother realized this and sped up the grinding motion. I thoroughly enjoyed the pressure and rhythm, especially the very real and immersive feeling of oneness between the sexes. It felt like my mother's vagina was part of my body, and waves of sensation, like electric currents, coursed through my mind and nerves. Because it felt so good, I tried to control myself and savor this rare feeling of union. My mother was

enjoying it immensely, putting in a lot of effort to penetrate me. As I approached ejaculation, I felt like I was about to fall out of my body. In the end, my mother's speed was no longer enough to satisfy my urge to ejaculate, so I immediately spread my mother's legs wide open on either side of my stomach. I gestured for her to speed up. My mother lay on top of me, her buttocks arching back, and I thrust into her again. The squelching sounds of our genitals touching, the wet sounds, were very loud, and I could hear them clearly. My mother didn't seem to care.

I held my mother's waist, but she didn't move her waist at all. She just arched her back and thrust in, like a hoe, but the handle didn't move; it was the hoe itself that moved. My mother's control was perfect. Each time she extended, my penis was inserted right at the entrance of her vagina. The speed was incredibly fast. My entire penis was being rubbed against the vaginal walls, sending jolts of electricity through my glans.

I thrust my hips a few times, and my mother continued to thrust in and out. My glans and genitals were being whipped by the rough, granular texture of her vaginal walls. My moans grew louder and my breathing became heavier. At this moment, I gripped my mother's breasts very tightly with both hands. My mother sensed that I was about to ejaculate and increased the force and frequency, thrusting into her deepest point each time. (I felt something inside my mother touching the head of my penis, which should be what people call a cunt.)

With the powerful thrusts of my mother's hips, I suddenly couldn't feel her thrusting into my penis anymore. My mind went blank, and the electric current from my penis numbed my mind and body. At that moment, the only thing I could feel in my body was my penis. My lips were white and my mouth was dry; even my breath seemed numb.

As my mother pushed in and out, the semen I had forcibly suppressed inside me suddenly spurted out without any resistance. My mother felt my ejaculation but didn't stop, continuing to increase the speed of her thrusts. This continued, and my semen seemed to gush out in spurts, very quickly, with very short intervals. But the pleasure in those intervals was like a series of floating sensations coming from inside my penis. All my semen surged into the embrace of my mother's cunt.

After I ejaculated, my nerves paused for a moment. My mother was still moving on top of me, her speed actually increasing. Suddenly, I felt another gush of cool liquid gushing out. The pleasure from her movements hadn't subsided. After a minute or so, I signaled for her to stop. My penis was still inside her cunt. My mother didn't pull out but rested on top of me.

We rested like that, my mother leaning against my chest, her hands roaming over my chest, gently stroking it. I gently kissed her hair...

Then my mother got up, dried herself off, and gave me water to drink. Perhaps because she was too tired or something else, my mother slept naked with me, but she held me tightly. My legs were between her thighs, and I could feel her pubic hair and some liquid on my thighs. Perhaps because we were too tired, we fell asleep like that.

My mother didn't say a word from beginning to end. Actually, I understood what my mother was thinking.

[The End]

Mother's Story: My Lustful Mother's Hips

I am 17 years old this year. I have a happy family. My father is a doctor, and my mother, Shumin, is a high school teacher. My mother is 38 years old this year, but she has mastered the art of preserving her youth. She has big eyes, long eyelashes, and a pair of thick, sexy red lips. Her figure is a devilish 38-24-37.

She has a pair of large breasts that almost burst out of her clothes, and below her slender waist is a round, full, and beautifully plump bottom. The way she walks, swaying, makes one's mouth water. Her high, full breasts, combined with her pert, round buttocks, and long, shapely, and voluptuous legs,

along with her snow-white, beautiful, and alluring skin, make her incredibly attractive. Whenever she wears a short skirt, the indentation of her buttocks makes my penis hard, and I want to pounce on her immediately and thrust my penis into her little anus. But I don't have the courage, so I can only rely on my hands.

I. Asking a Question

It was a summer vacation day, and the weather was extremely hot, around 34 degrees Celsius. I was bored in the classroom reading a book when class started. I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, and my mother walked into our classroom.

Mom was wearing a white tank top, the tight fabric clinging to her body and highlighting her large, 38-inch breasts. She wore a pink, semi-transparent, tight-fitting mini-skirt, revealing most of her beautiful, radiant white thighs, which accentuated her full, mature, and alluring skin.

"Hello everyone, your English teacher is sick. From today onwards, I will be your English teacher. My surname is Lin."

Mom's melodious and seductive voice made me hard. Looking at my classmates, I saw that everyone was staring intently, drooling. My deskmate, Wang Ade, a lazy good-for-nothing, was swallowing hard, staring intently at Mom's deep cleavage, lost in thought.

Then Mommy started teaching, but because her skirt was too short, her underwear was constantly showing, her huge breasts were trembling, and her plump, round buttocks made it impossible for us boys to concentrate on the lesson.

When class ended, everyone watched Mommy sway her hips as she walked out of the classroom and immediately started talking. I proudly announced that she was my mommy. As soon as I said this, Wang Ade's eyes changed, but I didn't notice at the time.

In the following days, I sensed something was wrong. Ade had started studying English seriously! He frequently asked questions in class, leaving a deep impression on Mommy. At home, Mommy often asked me how Ade's studies were going. I told her he was just a good-for-nothing, and Mommy said she wanted to get him on the right track and make him study hard.

Later, Ade and Mom became quite familiar with each other. They would talk animatedly in front of the teacher after class, and I could tell they were always talking about schoolwork. But I knew this guy was incorrigible; he must have been after Mom's beauty and wanted to sleep with her. Mom's tender pussy had never been penetrated by anyone except Dad, so I should be the second one. How could I let him get his way?

So, at home, I kept badmouthing Ade, saying he was shameless and just pretending. When Mom heard this, she actually said she wanted to visit his home to find out about Ade's studies. That was terrible! Only after my repeated persuasion did Mom give up. If she, a voluptuous beauty, went into his house, he would definitely take her to bed. I was terrified.

Three weeks after Mommy started teaching us, one Sunday afternoon, I was doing my homework at home while Mommy watched TV. But I kept glancing at her. She was wearing a pink and white off-the-shoulder bodysuit and a matching pink and white tight-fitting mini-skirt. Her curvaceous figure was tightly encased in the top, her full, firm breasts seemingly about to burst out of the fabric, revealing a deep cleavage.

Beneath the skirt were her alluring, smooth, white legs and delicate, pink arms. She possessed a mature, radiant, and alluring charm, more captivating than any famous movie star. The delicate scent of perfume and the natural fragrance of a mature, beautiful woman wafted towards me. It was a hot day, and I felt restless looking at Mommy's sexy figure. I longed to touch her plump, snowy buttocks and bite her full breasts.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Mom got up to open the door. Watching her plump, fragrant buttocks sway from side to side, my penis hardened. When Mom opened the door, it was Ade standing there. I had a bad feeling. As soon as Ade saw Mom, he immediately put on a smile: "Teacher Lin, I have so many questions. Can I ask you some?" At the same time, he scanned Mom's sexy body up and down.

Mom smiled and said, "Sure, come in and sit down." Ade then entered my house.

Mommy brought Ade into the living room. Ade's eyes were fixed on Mommy's swaying, enormous buttocks. I saw it all. Mommy and Ade sat down at the table in the living room. Mommy called out, "Xiao Chao, pour two glasses of water."

So I went to pour the water. When I brought the water to them, Ade had somehow moved from opposite sides to sit next to Mommy, right next to her fragrant body. While answering Ade's questions, Mommy said to me, "Ade said he's missing an answer book. Go to the bookstore and buy one. Also, go to the school and see if they have any reference books."

It takes two hours to go to the school and back! Looking at the smug look in Ade's eyes, I knew he must have asked Mommy to say that. How infuriating!

I angrily walked out of the house, but I didn't leave. I quietly went back in through the back door and hid in the small room next door, secretly watching them.

While asking his mother questions, Ade pressed himself closer to her. His mother, seemingly unaware, shifted her body, appearing somewhat aroused. Then, she said, "Ade, bring me some water."

Ade brought her the water, but he deliberately slipped, spilling the cup and wetting her short skirt. Her sexy, voluptuous thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were faintly visible. Ade's eyes widened. He quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, teacher, I accidentally spilled it. Let me wipe it for you." He then reached inappropriately towards her leg.

His mother shifted her hips slightly and said, "No need, I'll go change. It's alright. You can read for a while." She then got up and swayed towards the bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, Ade ran to the doorway and peeked through the crack at his mother changing clothes. He was taking advantage of his mother!

Mommy took off her wet skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. Beneath them, flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her body, and her long, alluring legs were irresistible. Ade's lower body was already throbbing with desire.

Mommy walked to the wardrobe, picked up a black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, and put it on. The skirt barely covered her plump buttocks. Looking at his mother's full buttocks under the skirt, the obvious outline of her panties, and the alternating glimpses of her shapely thighs and stockings at the slit of her skirt, Ade thought, "How wonderful it would be if I could touch those soft buttocks so hard."

Just then, Mom came out after changing into her dress. Ade quickly sat back down in the chair. Mom sat down and said, "By the way, Ade, the school is going on an autumn outing tomorrow, and we'll be staying away from home for a day, you know? Go back and tell your parents."

Ade said, "Oh..." and continued talking. Through the gap in her top, Ade could see Mom's white lace bra and half of her breast. Her plump breasts were also vaguely visible. The thin mesh cups covered her full breasts, and the large nipples were hazy and indistinct.

Ade could see half of Mom's white, tender, and plump breasts through her neckline. They were protruding under her white bra, and with her movements, the soft flesh rippled. At that moment, a pen fell to the ground, and Mom bent down to pick it up, causing her short skirt to wrinkle.

The skirt was already short, and it instantly revealed half of Mommy's full buttocks. Her long legs were straight and firm, and her round, plump buttocks were clearly visible, even her panties. Moreover, she was wearing semi-transparent panties, which completely exposed her mound of Venus, which was as prominent as a small mountain, revealing even the deep groove within. The

semi-transparent panties not only made her dark pubic hair faintly visible, but the pink panties were also far too small. Mommy's genitals were particularly prominent and full, and her pubic hair was abundant, even growing profusely around the edges of her panties.

Her large, round, firm buttocks and elastic, snow-white, plump thighs accentuated her mature body, exuding sexual allure. Ade ejaculated unconsciously, his pants becoming soaking wet. He then quickly made an excuse to go home.

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