[Married Woman Incest] Let Semen Fly

Chapter 1

Incest, what a strange word. When this word is presented in public, most people will scoff and consider it a filthy act; but when it lurks in our hearts as a private matter, it becomes a thrill, a taboo, driving many to madness and elation. In this respect, we must admit that the Japanese are better at it than we are. Let me briefly introduce my situation. In my family's eyes, I was a good child from a young age. Apart from the mischievousness typical of boys, my performance could generally be described as excellent. My grades in school were always among the top five. But beneath this refined exterior, a devilish heart was hidden. I may have had a mother complex since childhood, which I believe most men might also have. When I was six or seven years old, I often touched my mother's breasts. Perhaps I harbored incestuous thoughts and obscene imprints in my heart. Even so, I never realized that I was abnormal until one day, the devil in my heart was finally unleashed.

It was a summer when I was fifteen. The school had an unexpected event that day, so all students only had half a day of classes. I went home early; my parents were still at work. When I entered the living room, I found a book on the table. I went over and looked at it: *Sexology*. I figured my parents must have forgotten to put it away in their haste. Boys that age are going through puberty, and seeing a book like this was like finding a treasure. I was so excited my hands were trembling. I did nothing but read this book all afternoon. Most of it was about sex, including how to make love and caress. But strangely, there was a chapter about incest, with several examples from ancient times to the present, from both the East and the West. This thrilled me. When I read the chapter about incest between mother and son, I suddenly felt a strange, forbidden pleasure. I wonder if other men have felt this way. Fragments of memories from over the years pieced together in my mind, and naturally, my mother's image appeared in my mind. My penis was incredibly hard, and I wanted to ejaculate. So I found a picture of my mother and her stockings. While reading the book, I looked at the picture of my mother, smelled her stockings, fantasized about my mother, and whispered "Mom, Mom" while masturbating with my dirty left hand. Before, I had always masturbated while looking at Japanese comics, but this was the first time I had masturbated while thinking about my own mother. After ejaculating, I felt an unprecedented pleasure, but at the same time, I also felt a strong sense of guilt. I began to feel disgusted with myself. How could I do such a thing to my mother? It was disgusting, and I warned myself that it could never happen again. However, once the inner demons were unleashed, there was no turning back. Soon, my mother became the woman I fantasized about most during masturbation. Time and time again, watching my flowing semen, I warned myself, but it was useless. I was like someone addicted to methamphetamine, unable to extricate myself. Having sex with my own mother and enjoying her beautiful body was my biggest dream at that time, but I knew it was impossible. Later, with the increasing pressure of studying, coupled with this secret in my heart, I became taciturn, and my temperament also changed. Because of my guilty conscience, I never dared to get too close to my mother during that period. When she changed clothes, although I really wanted to admire her body, I still used strong willpower to turn my head away. When I did well on my exams, and my mother wanted to be affectionate with me or kiss my cheek, I would always push her away, showing the impatient look of a grown boy towards his mother. Actually, I mainly didn't want her to see my erect penis. To be honest, although I often fantasized about having an incestuous relationship with my mother and masturbated recklessly, I still maintained restraint and a clear mind. (My mother was an ordinary worker, 160 cm tall, with a fairly pretty face, very fair and smooth skin. She didn't have the exaggerated figure described in erotic literature, but for a boy, or rather a boy with incestuous thoughts, my mother always had high breasts and a full buttocks.)

This continued until 2000 when I went to university. There, I came into contact with the internet, which led me to another world. Actually, by then I had already had sex with several women, including my current wife. When I was 18, I had sex with my older brother at a bathhouse, but having sex with my own mother remained my undying dream. After learning how to use the internet, I quickly began searching for pornographic websites and anything related to incest. You could say I was quite obsessed back then; I would go out almost every week to watch porn and read incest novels. If you're my age, you should know the well-known sites like Happysky and Happysea. Every time I saw incestuous stories or pornographic videos, watching the exciting and thrilling plots, I would think of myself and my mother, ultimately ending with me ejaculating in my pants. Although I read many incestuous stories and thought about the scenarios within them, trying to find some methods, although my mind was insane, my reason told me that having sex with my own mother in reality was still highly unlikely.

Then came 2002; I was 22, and my mother was 47. An event that year changed my thinking, making me believe that there was still hope of getting with my mother. Here's what happened: That year, I met an older woman online. She was about 10 years older than me and had a really big bust. We got along really well and often called each other to flirt. We talked about sex online and on the phone. It was during the World Cup, and one day she said she wanted to have sex with me. So I rented a place near the school and met her. After we met, the woman was very open and took the initiative to touch me, even complimenting my good looks. She touched every inch of my body. After a brief chat, I started kissing her, from her mouth to her neck, while my hands kept touching her vagina through her skirt. She also stroked my penis and whispered in my ear, "It's so big." After only a few kisses, she couldn't take it anymore and took off all our clothes, then took my penis into her mouth and gave me oral sex (there was basically no foreplay), making moaning sounds like "Mmm... mmm..." (Damn, old cunts are so good, so flavorful). At that moment, I realized that women licking men's penises wasn't just for acting; they genuinely enjoy it. You can ask your wives if you don't believe me. I used my hand to stimulate her cunt, making her breathless. She spat out my penis and said, "Brother, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and fuck me."

Without saying a word, I thrust my cock in and fucked her wildly. During this time, she kept saying, "Brother, hurry up, um... um... um... ah..."; "Ah, your cock is too big, you're going to kill me, hurry up, harder, kid, you're pretty tough," "Brother, cheating is so great, she's much better than my husband, hurry up, fuck me, fuck me." And I was like, "I'll fuck you to death, you slut, you old bitch, you're so old and you're still cheating, do you think you deserve to be fucked, I'll fuck you to death."

And so, as I kept thrusting, as my hot semen sprayed into her body, as her lewd moans lingered in my ears, she chose to succumb to lust, and I chose to madly sink into depravity.

Afterwards, I asked her, "Do all women like young men?"

She said, "Probably. Anyway, I like young people. They have good stamina and are resilient, so it's comfortable to do it." "What about your husband?" I asked.

"He's not good anymore. Now he can only do it once each time. He can't keep up with the stamina. Unlike you guys." "Do you enjoy it when I do it, or do you find cheating enjoyable?"

"Both. I think cheating is quite exciting. This is my first time cheating," she said.

"Will you cheat with other people in the future, like those in your workplace? None of the young men in your workplace have taken a liking to you. You have such a good figure? Such big breasts?" I asked.

"Yes, there are many young men, and my boss always stares at my breasts. Sometimes he even jokes with me on purpose and pretends to touch me a couple of times unintentionally."

"So what do you think?" I asked again.

"Actually, sometimes I really want to do it with them, but I'm too embarrassed. I'm not as open as you. We're not that close yet."

"So you're saying you actually want to, but you're not very proactive, right? You'd be happy if that guy slept with you, touched you, or raped you, right?"

"Yes, just like you men want to sleep with different women, women also want big dicks and want to be fucked well."

"So in other words, if I want to fuck a woman, around 40 years old, is it basically enough if I arouse her, sis?"

"Nonsense, how did you manage to get me? Women this age are actually very horny." Our conversation seemed to give me a lot of inspiration. Her words kept echoing in my ears, giving me hope. My mother is in her forties, in her prime, and my father often works night shifts. Our marriage has lost its passion. Maybe I could seduce her and have sex with her. It seems I can't distance myself from her; I should get closer to her. After all, I'm her son. I should be more affectionate and communicative with my mother. But this is just an immature thought; I have no plan or methods whatsoever. I don't know where to start, and I have no opportunity. I can only take it one step at a time.

Chapter Two:

The World Championships were over, and summer vacation had begun. I dragged my not-so-large suitcase home. As soon as I entered the house, my mother rushed over and said affectionately, "My eldest son is back! Did you miss Mom?" Then she kissed me on the cheek.

"Hmm," I didn't say much. I was still a little unaccustomed to this, but this time I didn't avoid it. I wrapped my arm around my mother's waist with one hand and carefully brushed my fingertips against her through her thin clothes a few times. "Maybe this is a good start," I thought.

For the first few days after I got back, I had nothing to do. Every day I went to chat with my old friends, play mahjong, and listened to them talk about how many girls they'd hooked up with, how many times they'd had sex, who slept with their teacher, who slept with whose girlfriend. The world has really changed. Would they still say such things before?

That day, as usual, I was drinking with my friends when the phone rang. I saw it was from home, so I answered.

"Hey? Jun, you'd better come back right now. Wait for your dad to beat you up, look what you've done!" my mother said on the other end of the phone. "Hurry up." Then she hung up.

What's going on? What did I do this time? I didn't do anything bad. My dad hasn't hit me in so long. What's the big deal? I was a bit confused, so I quickly said goodbye to my friends and hailed a taxi home. As soon as I got home, I saw my mom waving at me from my bedroom door, beckoning me to come in. My dad, on the other hand, was sulking in the living room. When I entered, he saw my room was a mess, things scattered everywhere.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked.

Mom didn't answer, but glanced at the desk, gesturing for me to look. I glanced at it, and my mind went blank. My Japanese comic books, including "DNA," pornographic novels (including works by pseudo-Wolong Sheng), and several modern erotic books with incestuous themes were all on the desk. These were my classic collections, buried deep in the closet for years, never discovered. How did they dig them all up today? I looked at my mom, bewildered, hoping they hadn't seen the contents, but that was obviously impossible. Why would Dad be so angry if he didn't know the contents?

"Your dad and your second uncle are going back to the village to pay respects at the graves tomorrow. They found this while packing today. Look at you.

" Mom said with a smile, though she was scolding me. I glanced at my bed again; it looked untouched. Apparently, they hadn't found the pornographic DVD underneath. I breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like they hadn't found the incestuous novel yet.

I didn't say anything, just sat helplessly next to Mom. Then Mom took something out and threw it on the table. I looked closely—it was a condom. What happened?

"What happened here?" Mom asked.

I was stunned. Where did I get this? I racked my brains. Damn, I remembered! My friend Taozi gave it to me seven years ago. I was in middle school then. He showed us some condoms. We were too young to have ever seen one before. Out of curiosity, he gave one to each of us. I put it in my drawer and hadn't touched it for years. I'd completely forgotten about it. I told Mom the truth.

Mom seemed doubtful. "Alright, get rid of these books. Put this away. I've talked to your dad. Be more careful next time."

What? Did I hear that right? Mom told me to put the condoms away? What's going on? It seems Mom isn't particularly angry. Dad didn't say a word during this time. He's always wanted me to be a gentleman, but I've acted this way; no wonder he's angry. After saying that, Mom got up to leave. As she reached the door, she gave me a flirtatious look, but turned towards the living room and said loudly, "Keep them; they might come in handy later." Then she smiled and left. After that, I heard Mom whispering something to Dad, nothing more than that their son is grown up, and this is normal.

The incident passed, and I wasn't really panicked. After all, I'm an adult now; I don't need to be afraid of these things. But Mom's behavior gave me a lot to imagine. Although Mom meant it out of understanding and love for her son, I was thinking about even more obscene things like an animal. "What did Mom mean by her last words? It sounded like she was teasing me. Dad's gone out, so it'll just be Mom and me at home, right? What a great opportunity!" Thinking about such dirty things at a time like this, I'm hopeless.

That night, I fell asleep thinking about Mom's eyes and words. In my dream, I was fucking Mom to the point of ecstasy. I saw her dazed eyes, heard her wanton moans, and heard her repeatedly shouting, "Big-dicked son, put on your condom and fuck me to death!" Finally, a stream of cloudy semen shot into the air, accompanied by Mom's wild screams. I woke up with a start; the sheets were wet, covered in semen. I looked at the clock—damn, it was already past 10 pm. I still had to play mahjong with Fifth Brother and the others. So I got dressed and went outside, muttering to myself as I walked. "Mom, I have to go out."

"You haven't eaten yet?" Mom called out.

"I'm not eating now, I'll eat when I get back tonight." As I spoke, I glanced towards Mom's bedroom. Mom was only wearing a thin, see-through nightgown, and I could see her pink bra and panties. She was putting on makeup in front of the dressing table. I couldn't help but get an erection, thinking how great it would be to go over and pin her down on the table and fuck her hard from behind. I was in a hurry to get to my appointment, so I didn't think about it anymore and went to play mahjong.

When I got home that night, I immediately saw my sheets and duvet cover hanging on the balcony. Obviously, Mom had washed them. Damn, how could I be so careless? Mom must have seen a whole bed of semen before washing them for me. Oh well. After entering the house, Mom was already prepared. I changed into shorts and sat down at the dining table to eat with Mom. Mom was wearing a loose-fitting tank top, and every time she lifted her bowl to eat, I could see the tender flesh of her breasts. They were quite a sight to behold.

After dinner, I lay on the sofa watching World Football. "Why does Duan Xuan's hairstyle always look so silly?" I thought. Just then, Mom finished washing the dishes and came over to sit next to me. She casually placed her hand on my thigh. It was a perfectly normal gesture, but when her smooth hand touched my skin, my guilty conscience made me tense up. My little brother almost stood at attention, but I managed to control myself.

"Eldest son, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

"Not yet, I'll let you know when I do," I said. "

You should find a girlfriend." She chuckled as she ran her hand across my thigh. I snapped to attention—it felt so good! At that moment, I was completely aroused. Mom's smile seemed lewd and provocative to me. But then I wondered, was Mom reminding me of what happened with the sheets?

After saying that, Mom got up and sat at the table, peeled a banana, and asked if I wanted some. I shook my head and said no. At that moment, Mom put the banana in her mouth. When I saw this, I almost spat it out. I fantasized that the banana was my penis, slowly putting it into Mom's mouth, going in and out of her mouth. "Come on, Mom, give me a blowjob, blow your big-dicked son, ah...it feels so good, Mom, your mouth is so good at blowing, can your son fuck you? Can I fuck you to death?" As I was thinking, my penis got hard. I suddenly woke up. In order not to let Mom find out, I bent over and stood up, saying I wouldn't look anymore. "You can look, Mom," I said, and went into the room to look. I went back to my bedroom.

Back in my room, I was restless. What was wrong with me? I had to fuck her, I had to see how lewd my mother was in bed. I made up my mind, but soon laughed helplessly. How could I do it? Haha, you pig! Around 10 p.m., the light in my mother's room went out. It seemed she was asleep. I got out of bed and rummaged under the bed for a bit, finding a DVD. It was a film of Ayano Murasaki and her son committing incest. She was my favorite actress. I put it in the VCD player and started watching. As I watched, my penis got hard. When the mother and son rolled around on the bed and said lewd things, my hand grasped my penis and started stroking it. My 18-centimeter-long penis stood proudly erect. Every time I stroked it, my glans swelled up. While stroking, I softly called out "Mom." Watching the film, the son and mother were having wild sex.

"Mom, Mom, fuck, fuck your mother, fuck, use your hand to masturbate me, use your mouth to give me a blowjob, use your cunt to squeeze me to death. Don't you love my cock? Your son wants to fuck you so much." I was a little out of control, as if my mother was lying in front of me, in a lewd position, her labia open, waiting for her son's cock to enter. I went crazy, completely crazy. Under my masturbation, I felt a great pleasure all over my body. With a low growl, my semen shot up, like a bullet, shooting out of my gun and splashing onto the floor. At this moment, I suddenly heard the door close. It was the bathroom, followed by the sound of my mother urinating. This startled me greatly, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I quickly turned off the VCD and the TV and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, my mother came out of the bathroom, gently opened my bedroom door, glanced at me, and then went back to her room.

"Did Mom see what I did? She definitely saw it. I was so careless. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe I should change my route. Anyway, it's all the same. I might as well be carefree. What's there to be afraid of? I don't need to hide it anymore. Just be casual. Maybe if she sees my dick, she'll come to me on her own, haha." I got more and more excited, and ended up not sleeping well all night.

Chapter 3

I didn't sleep well last night, so I got up especially early today. Mom wasn't up yet. I got dressed and prepared to go to the park across the street to clear my head. When I came back, I heard Mom making a fuss in the house. I was curious and wanted to see what was going on. I saw Mom wearing only a bra and panties, rummaging through the closet. A few sparse pubic hairs were sticking out, and her breasts were swaying back and forth.

"Dressed like this indoors? You didn't even put your clothes on when I came back. Are you trying to seduce me?" I thought to myself, forcing back my erection as I asked, "Mom, what are you doing?" "Come on, son, look what Mom's wearing."

"You don't need to wear any clothes, it's cool like this. "

"Get lost, hurry up, is this okay?"

"Sure, where are you going?" I said, but inwardly I thought, "Mom's never asked me what I'm wearing before. What's wrong with her today? Is yesterday's incident making her horny? Let's see what this slut does." "Going shopping with your Aunt Wu, come here and zip this up."

"You take this long to find clothes just to go shopping?" I said as I walked over, placing my left hand between my mother's buttocks and waist, and my right hand pulling on the zipper under her arm. "

How long has it been since you wore this? The zipper's a bit tight," I said, making an excuse, pretending to pull, so my left hand pressed hard on my mother's waist, touching her soft flesh, while my right hand pulled the zipper up.

"Son, you can eat by yourself for lunch. Mom won't be back until tonight," she said, kissing me before walking out.

"Okay, I'm going to hang out with my classmates anyway." Watching her walk away, her hips swaying, I thought, "You little slut, I'll take advantage of you a little today, and see if I don't fuck you to death later." Dad's coming back in two weeks, I need to hurry, I need to find a way to break through this barrier quickly.

For two days in a row, Mom made me help her almost naked, and I enjoyed it, always taking the opportunity to touch her here and there, sometimes on her back, sometimes on her waist and abdomen. I'm starting to really suspect that this slut is trying to seduce me, wants me to fuck her.

On the third day, Mom went out to dinner with her former colleagues. I was home alone watching TV. Mom didn't come home until very late. As soon as she entered, she called out, "Eldest son, come help me!" I went outside, and wow, a strong smell of alcohol and perfume hit me. "Mom, how much did you drink?"

"It's nothing, just a little."

Actually, Mom wasn't drunk; she was still conscious, just a little tired. I helped her inside and put her on the bed.

"Come on, let Mom straighten up; I'm a little tired. Unzip this for Mom." Mom was wearing a black and white floral print long dress today. I followed her instructions and unzipped it so the dress wouldn't be too tight and she'd be more comfortable. After unzipping it, Mom rolled over and lay on the bed. Because her body was pressed against the bed, her breasts were deformed, and I could see them spreading out to the sides through the gap in the zipper.

"These are the beautiful flesh that once nourished me. I wish I could eat a few more times," I thought to myself.

"Jun, give Mom a back massage."

"Sure." I put my hands on Mom's back and started massaging her. I rubbed back and forth, but my eyes were fixed on the zipper, because I could see the edges of her breasts moving there—quite a sight! But my hands were very proper; I didn't grope her. Looking at Mom's breasts, I suddenly had an idea.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, much better, thank you, son."

"Mom, don't keep pulling like that. It's bad for your breasts, and your bras aren't very good either. If you keep doing this, your breasts will deform." I said, while guiltily watching Mom's reaction.

"Really? What should I do? Mom can't afford anything good." Mom's reaction wasn't very strong.

"I'll massage you every day. I learned from a book that there are a few acupoints that can help with breast enhancement. Do you want to try?"

"Okay, I'll see," Mom said.

"Two finger-widths to the right of this line is the Bladder Meridian, and two finger-widths to the right is the second Bladder Meridian. Shall I massage these two acupoints for you today and see if it helps?" Before Mom could speak, I started massaging these two points through her clothes with my fingers. Mom's skin was slippery, and so was the clothing, making it difficult for me to massage. I then asked Mom to take off her clothes, and she agreed, quickly removing her skirt to reveal her beautiful body. Mom felt pain while I massaged, which was normal, as people with heart or lung problems will experience pain when this area is massaged. Sometimes, if I pressed too hard, Mom would make "hmm, hmm" sounds, and several times I mistook it for a pleasurable moan. After about ten minutes of massage, I finished and asked Mom to get up to see the effect.

Mom sat up, now only wearing a bra and panties. My mouth was practically watering, but I held back.

"It's effective in just a few minutes?" Mom asked.

"Yes, you can see for yourself!" I said, reaching my hands towards my mother's breasts. She probably didn't expect this and didn't react at all, so my hands easily climbed onto her breasts. My four fingers gently supported her breasts from below, while my thumbs inadvertently slid across her bra. I could clearly feel her flinch.

"Mom, look, aren't they bigger than before?" I said.

"Yes, I feel them too, this bra is a bit tight." It's not an exaggeration; this is based on Traditional Chinese Medicine theory—the bladder meridian promotes breast growth. You can all have your wives try it at home; it's definitely not a scam, and you don't need to drink mung bean water.

You could clearly see that my mother's breasts had gotten bigger, almost bursting out of her bra.

"Okay, my eldest son knows how to do this too. You can massage it for me in the future." "Sure, Mom, you can massage it yourself when you have time. If you can't reach here, I'll help you. Press down on the acupoint in the middle opposite your elbow, and also on the middle line behind your leg. You have to press down in one direction only. Also, the Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of your breast, and the Rugen acupoint below your nipple can all help with breast enhancement. You can massage it yourself every day. I'll demonstrate it for you first."

"After saying that, I tried each acupoint on my mother. The first two were fine, but when I pressed the Tanzhong acupoint, my heart started racing. I was afraid my mother wouldn't allow it, but she didn't seem to object. So I put my thumb between her breasts, held her back with my left hand, and gently pressed back and forth a few times. At this time, my left hand wasn't still, and I took the opportunity to rub her back. I observed that my mother was enjoying it with her eyes closed, and she was humming comfortably, "Mmm... mmm..." After this demonstration, I put my hands in front of her, gently pinched her armpits with my four fingers, and started massaging her breasts with my thumbs on the Rugen acupoints. Her breasts bounced up and down in front of me, while my four fingers lightly scratched her underarms. My mother seemed to be enjoying it, and her moans grew louder and louder, "Mmm... mmm... so good, son."

"Fuck you, you slut, you're enjoying it, but your son's dick is almost dead hard. I'll fuck you until you're dead sooner or later," I thought to myself. I massaged her breasts harder and harder, almost losing control and grabbing those long-desired breasts with both hands. But I restrained myself; I knew it wasn't time yet. I withdrew my hands and said, "Okay, Mom, you can massage them yourself like this from now on. Also, wear less bras; it's bad for your health." "Okay

, but massaging them yourself isn't quite right (Northeastern dialect). You'll have to massage them for me more often, my good son."

"No problem." After saying that, I turned and went back to my room to sleep. At this time, Mom started changing into her pajamas. She completely ignored me, taking off her bra and panties as if she was deliberately showing them to me. Then she slowly put on her pajamas. To avoid letting her see my erection, I didn't turn around to look. I quickly went back to sleep, but what I was thinking was, "I'll see how I squeeze those breasts of yours until they burst later."

Chapter Four

A light, upbeat rhythm and music woke me from my dream. "Who the hell is that? They have no manners at all! I'll fucking kill them!" So I put on my shorts to listen and found it was coming from my living room. "Impossible, Mom never listens to music!" I went into the living room and saw... damn, I almost ejaculated on the spot; my dick instantly hardened. It turned out my mom was doing aerobics to music. And her outfit was even more outrageous—a tight-fitting aerobics outfit that covered her entire body, exposing her curves completely. I could clearly see her panties pressing against her buttocks; those perfect lines, that upturned ass, were incredibly attractive. I never thought someone almost 50 could have such a butt. Fucking her from behind would be amazing. What was even more shocking was her breasts. Her nipples were protruding, clearly visible even though they were pressed down by her tight clothes. It turned out she really wasn't wearing a bra this time. It seemed my words from yesterday had worked. "This slut, she's really begging to be fucked. Looks like she's a little horny. My God and Heaven, it seems my wish is about to come true. The opportunity is here, it's up to me to use my skills."

"Mom, why are you doing this?"

"Son, Mom needs to exercise, or she'll age quickly."

"Yeah, then you should exercise." Actually, I didn't want to leave, but my dick was about to burst through my shorts. What would I do if I didn't leave?

But then Mom called me back, and I noticed she had seen my little tent, and looked at it several times. Then she looked at me and said, "Come here and massage that acupoint on Mom's leg."

Maybe she felt sorry for me and didn't want me to masturbate anymore. Haha, what a good mother. I had no excuse. So I went around behind her, but here's the problem: how am I supposed to massage her legs when she's jumping around like this?

"Mom, I can't press it if you keep jumping like this, how about we wait a bit?" I asked.

"No need, I'm not jumping anymore, I'll just twist my waist, you can press it. It's good for both exercising and breast enhancement

," Mom said. Since she was standing, I had to squat down, my face directly facing her buttocks. I really wanted to bite her. This acupoint requires pressing in one direction from top to bottom, so I could only apply force with my thumb pointing down, while my four fingers pointed up. My left hand held one of her thighs, so both of Mom's legs were in my hands.

This time I deliberately added more force. When my thumb pressed down on her smooth, tight clothes, my left hand would pinch her groin to apply force. The direction was hard to control, sometimes it was pulling outwards. When I returned to the original position after pressing, my four fingers of my right hand would slide across Mom's thigh in turn. This was basically equivalent to my entire palm stroking Mom's thigh. Every time I stroked it, Mom would shudder slightly, obviously enjoying my touch. Occasionally, she would turn around and say to me, "It's a little itchy, son."

At this point, Mom would start swaying her hips, her buttocks twisting left and right in front of me. Watching this, my heart pounded, my blood surged, and looking at that beautiful buttocks, my breathing became a little rapid. I kept exhaling hot breath towards Mom's anus. Mom probably sensed this, and she responded even more passionately, swaying even more intensely. At this point, I felt excited and a little smug. My left hand increased the pressure of my pinch, while my right hand became a back-and-forth stroking and kneading. The room was filled with an ambiguous and lewd atmosphere, and Mom's moans grew louder and louder, "Mmm... mmm... ah... ah... massage a few more times, son?"

Luckily, I didn't hear "fuck a few more times." I increased the speed of my kneading and pressing; it no longer felt like a massage, but more like I was caressing Mom's legs. After a few minutes, I stopped massaging, and Mom stopped doing her aerobics. I stood up and walked in front of her, looking at her breasts. They had become much larger, and the nipples were fully erect, looking ready to burst out. Facing such a woman—not wearing a bra, with erect nipples—and the woman in front of me being my mother, how stimulating! Although her breasts weren't large compared to some porn stars, they seemed to me to be the largest breasts I'd ever seen. I could feel my glans leaking fluid.

"Son, this really works! I feel so swollen, they've gotten bigger, haven't they?" Mom said, glancing at my genitals.

"Yes, the effect is really good, so obvious, look at those nipples," I said boldly.

"Give me more massages later, son."

"I will, I'll massage you to death, you slut," I thought to myself. In the afternoon,

I went out to play games with San'er and the others. I didn't come back until after dinner, and as soon as I entered the house, I heard Mom calling, "Son's back! Come in quickly and fix the light."

What happened? The light was broken again? It turned out the filament in the living room light bulb had burned out, and Mom couldn't reach it, so she had to wait for me to come back. Looking at her, I saw she was wearing a see-through silk nightgown and white panties, but she wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed she'd gotten used to not wearing that annoying thing. My penis was hard again, and I wondered if Mom was deliberately making me hard. I moved a stool under the light, then stood on it to get the new bulb. Just then, Mom came over, grabbed my legs, and held me to keep me from falling. Looking down at Mom's cleavage and her alluring breasts, my penis only became more painfully erect, and Mom was standing below, her face directly facing my genitals—how embarrassing!

Because I had to stand on tiptoe to change the light bulb, I swayed a bit. To ensure my safety, Mom's hand gradually moved to my thigh, eventually reaching my groin. This was even more unbearable! Already harboring ulterior motives, how could I resist? I completely lost interest in changing the bulb; I just felt so comfortable with Mom's hand on my leg. Mom playfully ran her fingertips lightly across my leg—you know that feeling, right? It's both itchy and pleasurable. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

Suddenly, I thought, why not tease Mom? I pretended I couldn't get the light bulb to fit, swaying my body back and forth, the movements getting bigger and bigger, constantly bringing my penis closer to Mom's face. At first, Mom was looking directly at my erection and didn't notice. But then I lost control, and my penis bumped into Mom's nose. Mom exclaimed "Ah!" and realized what was happening. Perhaps she also smelled the fishy, lewd odor emanating from my large penis. Mom turned her face slightly to the side but didn't scold me.

At that moment, I thought, since I've already gone all the way, I might as well go all the way. So I completely gave up on changing the light and stopped standing on tiptoe. Instead, I started thrusting my hips directly, touching my penis to my mother's face each time. At first, my mother didn't react and just passively let me rub against her. But after a few times, I realized that my mother was breathing heavily, and her hot breath was hitting my penis. Then her hands started moving on my legs, stroking and exploring them repeatedly. Her hands kept moving upwards and slowly slipped into my shorts, repeatedly touching the base of my thighs. Occasionally, she could touch my pubic hair. At the same time, her face wasn't idle either. It started moving in the opposite direction to my penis, actively rubbing her face against it.

This time it was my turn to enjoy it. I started to moan unconsciously, "Mmm..." I carefully felt my mother's face and her hands stroking and exploring my penis. I really hoped she would hold my big cock and stroke it, but judging from her actions, this slut probably wanted to too, but couldn't make up her mind yet. Should I go for it? Would she agree? She was clearly already horny. After thinking it over, I gave up on the idea and decided to let things take their course.

My mother and I moved forward and backward, and if you looked in the mirror, due to the angle, it would look like my mother was giving her son oral sex. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and my mother's face moved faster and faster in response, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her hands began to move erratically, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes forcefully squeezing my thighs. And those tender hands were slowly moving towards my penis. Slowly, slowly, she finally touched my groin. That touch almost made me ejaculate, but she didn't masturbate. She simply rubbed the edge of my penis with her fingers through my underwear. How wonderful that feeling was! Have you ever experienced it? That feeling of wanting to have sex but not being able to, yet simultaneously being truly touched.

My mother's hands slowly reached my glans, swirling them around before moving to cupping my penis and rubbing it back and forth. Under the touch of my mother's face and hands, I was experiencing ecstasy. It was a pity there was no light; if the lights had been changed, everyone could see this shameless and lewd mother and son. Suddenly, Mom seemed to realize something and said, "Why did it take so long to change?"

"Almost done, Mom," I replied. It seemed that was it for today. I quickly put the light bulb back in and ran back to my room.

This night was truly unbearable. "Has Mom already aroused my interest? At this point, is it not far from me getting to fuck this slut? Aerobics, aerobics, finish aerobics and then fuck her!" Thinking of Mom doing aerobics this morning, I thought of a smutty novel called "The Dancing Mother." Could she really be seducing me?

Chapter Five

Early in the morning, just like yesterday, Mom started doing aerobics again. However, unlike yesterday, this slut didn't seem to be wearing underwear today, because I couldn't see any marks left by the pressure of her underwear.

"What does this slut want to do today? Is she really going to let me fuck her? This is all happening too fast, great!" I thought excitedly.

"Mom, you're at it again. Tell me when you want me to massage you." "No need yet, son. Hold me up, I need to bend over." She walked to the sofa, reached for it, and arched her back, assuming a back-exercising posture. I went over and held my mother's waist with both hands. She began her exercise, her buttocks rising and falling with each bend and stretch. The posture was so lewd, it made my heart itch. Imagine if a beautiful woman were arching her back like that in front of you, how would you feel? My penis was really hard. Seeing this scene, I decided to go all out, this was it.

I kept my hands on my mother's waist, while my body slowly leaned forward, my upper body leaning back and my lower body thrusting forward. My intention was clear: I wanted my penis to touch that arched, big buttock. I slowly moved forward, my heart pounding. Little by little, my penis finally touched my mother's buttocks. At that moment, my mother's body trembled, but she didn't stop her exercise. I thought to myself, "Why not go for it quickly?" So I pulled down my shorts, took out my penis, and placed it on my mother's undulating buttocks. My mother then rubbed my penis against her uniquely arched buttocks.

Soon, my penis found its center, wanting to enter my mother's buttocks, but because my mother's legs were together, although my penis always wanted to go in that direction, it just wouldn't go in. Perhaps my mother also felt uncomfortable, so she quickly opened and closed her legs. In that instant, my penis slid into my mother's buttocks. And so, when my mother bent over, I thrust my penis upwards, and when she straightened up, I rubbed my penis downwards. Aside from inserting my penis into her vagina, this position was almost like fucking. My penis was pressed against my mother's anus, and with each thrust, I had to push my penis deep into her cleft. This stimulation was clearly unbearable for my mother; she finally couldn't help but make a sound. Because the stimulation was so intense, her cries became louder, "Ah...ah...ah..." I responded in kind, "Oh...oh..." At this point, we had crossed the taboo line between mother and son, and our actions became increasingly daring.

"Mom, let me massage your buttocks to relax you," I said. "Mmm," my mother responded with only a simple interjection.

I placed my lustful hands on my mother's buttocks and began to knead them vigorously, moving them up, down, left, and right, spreading her labia apart. Then I continuously rubbed my penis against her anus. This stimulation was, of course, unbearable for my mother.

"Son...you're massaging so well,...a little harder." At this point, my mother stopped moving, her hands gripping the sofa, her back bent, letting me ravage her. I increased the speed of my thrusts, as if I were penetrating my mother's pussy. My mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her moans grew faster and faster: "Ah...ah...ah...ah, faster...faster..." My mother's buttocks rubbed against my penis, giving me immense pleasure.

It seemed that I was not far from fucking this slut to death. At this moment, I suddenly stopped, ceasing my thrusting and the violation of my mother's buttocks. My mother seemed unprepared for my stopping, and she continued to twist her beautiful buttocks to obtain pleasure. Actually, it wasn't that I had a change of heart and wanted to stop this obscene act, but rather that I noticed something else. My mother's buttocks were raised, showing me that her vagina was already seeping out a lot of vaginal fluid. This place of my dreams, this land I had always longed to develop, I also saw my mother's sagging breasts, so I decided to change my course.

"Mom, let me give you a breast enhancement, how about the nipple root point?" I said. My mother didn't answer, so I moved my hands from her buttocks and placed them on her breasts. What nipple root point? To hell with it, I had no intention of massaging that. I spread my hands and grabbed my mother's breasts. Without any skill, I pressed down hard and took her entire breasts into my hands, kneading them vigorously. Watching my mother's tight clothes and her beautiful breasts deform in my hands, the tender flesh of her breasts bursting out from between my fingers, I was incredibly excited. Meanwhile, due to the previous series of actions, Mom was extremely excited and didn't care how hard I was pulling. I pulled her breasts in all directions, pulling hard, and Mom screamed wildly, "Ah... ah... so good, son... harder, harder, Mom feels so good."

Encouraged, I became bolder. I used my legs to spread Mom's legs apart a little, pulled my penis out of her anus, then flattened it along her buttocks and pushed it forward along her vagina, so that my big penis was pressed tightly against Mom's pussy (even though there were clothes in between). Then I closed her legs, so that my penis was sandwiched between her legs. Then I used my hands, which were kneading Mom's breasts, to lift her up and vigorously rubbed her breasts while thrusting forward continuously.

Mom obviously didn't expect me to do this and shouted, "Don't... stop..." At this point, I couldn't tell if it was "Don't stop" or "Don't, stop." If I didn't strike while the iron was hot, would I be human?

My penis was pressed against her vagina; her vulva was already juicy and fleshy, and her juices had seeped onto my shaft. I thrust my penis incessantly, rubbing my mother's cunt vigorously. The contact of our genitals was incredibly pleasurable for both of us. I lowered my head slightly and breathed into my mother's ear.

"Mom, does it feel good when I massage you?"

My mother was already lost in passion. "It feels good, son...it feels so good." I couldn't resist either, licking my mother's earlobe and neck with my tongue, sometimes gently biting, sometimes kissing, driving my mother to the brink of ecstasy.

"Ah...ah...ah..." My mother groaned loudly. Every time she made a sound of pleasure, I would increase the pressure of kneading her breasts, making them deform even more. The more she groaned, the harder I pressed her breasts; the harder I pressed her breasts, the higher and more frantic her cries became.

My lower body wasn't idle either, thrusting incessantly, my hands kneading her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples with two fingers and pulling them outwards, each time eliciting a scream from my mother. My mouth kept kissing my mother's pink neck, attacking her from three sides, my mother trembling all over from my fucking.

"Mom, where else do you want me to press?"

"Son...so good, press Mom's nipples (meaning breasts, Northeastern dialect)." "Not full enough yet, still pressing there? You're all wet down there, don't you need to press?" "Ah...ah...son, just press there with your cock, quick...harder." I put my mouth in front of my mother's mouth, and without saying a word, we quickly pressed our four red lips together. My mother kept sucking on my tongue, biting my lips, she's a real veteran, I also put my tongue into her mouth and stirred it around, we kept sucking each other's saliva.

"Mom, does your son's cock feel good when he's fucking you?"

"Baby... don't say anymore, hurry... ah... hurry... do it." Hearing my mother's words, I exerted my strength, using my right hand to pull my mother's shoulder and my left hand to squeeze her breasts, while my mother arched her back, one hand on the sofa and the other hooking my buttocks, preparing for my final sprint. I kept rubbing my cock between my mother's vagina and legs, my pleasure became more and more intense, I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust faster and faster, feeling my cock and my mother's pussy getting hotter and hotter, almost burning up.

"Mom... Mom... it feels so good, your pussy is so hot," I cried out, "Don't... say... anymore, son, hurry, make Mom feel good again."

"Ah... ah... I'm coming, Mom," I heard a low growl, and a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, shooting out my gun. I swear, being able to masturbate with my mother in that position was incredibly pleasurable.

Immediately afterwards, my mother's body trembled, "Ah..." and a long howl.

Chapter Six

My mother and I lay on our sides on the bed. My mother was still wearing a tight-fitting dress, and my penis was still between her legs.

"Mom, did you enjoy that?"

"Son, it was so good, your cock almost killed me."

"Mom, your pussy is still so wet."

"Hehe, Mom is getting old."

"It's good to be old, an old pussy is more horny, and there's more water.

" "You say Mom is horny?"

"Aren't you horny, you old horny pussy!"

"Isn't it because you massaged me, son?"

"Alright, Mom, you're not wearing a bra or panties, and you're sticking out your nipples and sticking out your ass, aren't you just asking to be fucked?"

"You brat, you still dare to say that?

Don't you want to fuck your mom?" "Of course I do, how about we really do it? I'll let you have a good time?" "No, that was enough, you almost squeezed my head to pieces, you brat." "Mom, I'll fuck your little pussy to pieces again in a bit, you'll feel even better." "Dream on, can you do it?"

"Don't you like my big cock? Look, it's hard again." Sure enough, my cock got hard again, pressing hard against my mother's vagina.

"You brat, trying to kill your mother? Ah...ah..." My penis throbbed, making my mother feel good, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

I pulled out my penis, rolled over and pressed myself against my mother, holding her head with both hands, and then I kissed her mouth. We kissed deeply and passionately, saliva dripping from our mouths, our tongues swirling together wildly.

"Mom, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," I said

. "Mom knows, come on, son, I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content today."

After another round of kissing, my hands grasped my mother's breasts, first gently stroking her nipples with my palms, and slowly her nipples hardened. Then I cupped her breasts and slowly rubbed them. At this moment, my mother let out a happy moan, and looking at her vagina, it was already wet again, her legs constantly clenching together.

My mother's hands weren't idle either, grabbing my penis and rubbing and touching it incessantly. I pulled out one hand and placed it on my mother's vagina. Through her clothes, I first stroked it back and forth, and my mother responded with moans. Slowly, I inserted my index finger shallowly into her vagina, stirring it back and forth.

"Ah...ah...ah, son, touch me, insert me," she cried.

Following her instructions, I inserted my finger a little further, until it was completely inside her vagina, along with her clothes. Then I thrust repeatedly, making my mother scream wildly. "Baby, make me feel better, make your mom feel even better." Seeing that the time was right, I tore off her tight-fitting clothes along her neckline with both hands, leaving her naked in front of me, just like me. Whether it was an accident or the stimulation, my mother said, "Ah...son."

I finally saw my mother's large breasts and vagina. I plunged my head between her breasts, biting one breast with my mouth, kneading the other breast with one hand, while the other hand remained inside her vagina, thrusting in and out. Sometimes I would take her entire breast into my mouth, sometimes I would gently bite or lick her nipple with the tip of my tongue, while my other hand would insert my entire finger into her vagina and thrust in and out, faster and faster, with increasing force.

"You slut, you're so wet, aren't you just begging to be fucked?"

"Son, ah... Mommy's begging to be fucked,"

Mommy said, sitting up and letting me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down beside the bed and took my penis into her mouth.

"Let Mommy lick your son's penis, Mommy will make you feel good," she said, and then began to gently lick my glans, penis, and scrotum with her tongue. It felt amazing. After a careful licking, she put my entire penis into her mouth and began. Mommy was a master of oral sex. Every time she was about to release my penis, she would suck hard on my glans, almost making me ejaculate several times. Occasionally, she would give me a few deep throats.

"You slut, you're pretty good at blowjobs. Is my dick big?"

"Yes, son, your dick is really big, a big dick."

Hearing my mother's words, I felt inexplicably aroused, and my dick trembled. "Is it bigger than Dad's?" "Bigger than your dad's."

"Will you still let me fuck you in the future?"

"Yes, Mom will let her son fuck her in the future."

"Who makes you feel good, me or Dad? You slut. You bitch, you seduced your son to fuck you." "I'll only know if you fuck me, son. You're the one who seduced your mother, and you still say I'm slutty. I'll squeeze you to death later."

"Come on, fuck me." I gestured for my mother to come up, and I lay down flat, letting her continue to give me blowjobs, letting her bring her ass over so I could lick her cunt. And so, my mother and I played 69.

I held her ass with my hands, licking my mother's labia and clitoris with my tongue, or inserting my tongue into her vagina, and her juices flowed all over my face.

"Mom, you're such a juicy peach, so sexy!"

"Ah...ah...son, you're so good at licking, your dad has never licked me like this before, it feels so good, again, ah...ah...oh...good son, my darling, ah...ah...ah...ah, faster, again.

"

Mom was driven crazy by my licking, probably because she had never had her genitals licked before, she was thoroughly enjoying it, only caring about moaning, and had even started holding my penis in her hand, shouting wildly.

"Mom, come on, let me fuck you," I said.

Then, Mom sat up, lunged forward a few times, bent her legs slightly, sat on my penis, straightened my big cock with her hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down.

"Ah...son, so big, so hard, son," Mom moaned lewdly.

At that moment, I felt my penis being slowly enveloped, as if Mom's vagina was being torn open by me.

"Ah... Mom, your pussy is still so tight, so warm." A warm feeling spread throughout my body. I really couldn't believe it. My mother was sitting on her son, lewdly manipulating him.

My mother's vagina was so tight, I could feel my penis tearing against her vaginal walls. My mother slowly moved up and down, slowly enveloping my entire penis, constantly moaning, panting, and groaning, "Ah... Oh... Ah, eldest son, big penis, fucking your mother, I'll squeeze you to death." My mother's vagina twitched and trembled, really squeezing my penis. No woman had ever given me this feeling before. Maybe I was too excited to concentrate, or maybe it was just my imagination, but whatever the case, I felt an unprecedentedly pleasurable sensation.

Watching my mother's lewd back, moving up and down, moaning and groaning, seductively fucking her son's penis, my penis was rock hard. I could see her breasts swaying up and down. I grabbed her hair with one hand, arching her body backward so my penis could penetrate deeper. With my other hand, I reached around and grasped her breasts, frantically pinching her nipples with my fingers. My mother placed one hand on mine, helping me squeeze her large breasts harder, while her other hand frantically squeezed and fondled her other breast.

"Oh...oh...son, harder, crush it, son!"

As I squeezed harder, my lower body instinctively thrust, matching my mother's rhythm. When she fell, I thrust upwards with all my might, feeling like I was all the way in.

"Ah...oh...ah, son...you're killing me, you big dick, you brat, fuck your mother!

" my mother screamed wildly.

"Slut, I never thought you were so lewd in bed. I'll fuck you to death, fuck your cunt until it bursts, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you to death, you slut." Fucking my own mother while swearing—how pleasurable that was! Can you imagine? I was going crazy too.

"Faster, son, faster, harder, fuck me, fuck your mother!"

"Mom, Mom, Mom, I'm fucking you, fucking you to death, your little cunt is so good, so wet, so tight and warm, fuck, son is so happy." I increased the intensity of my thrusting, my body arched backward, my buttocks were hanging in the air, desperately fucking my mother.

I fucked her dozens more times, then picked her up, and stood up on the floor, letting her stand with one foot on the ground and the other on the bed, legs spread open, I stood behind her and fucked her.

"Ah... son, you have so many tricks."

"Fuck you, you old cunt, can't you come up with some tricks?" I rubbed her big breasts with both hands, thrusting my cock upward from behind, while kissing my mother's back and neck.

"Son... hurry, hurry and fuck me to death, ah... ah... use your big cock." Mother cried out. "Don't worry, you slut, I'll definitely fuck you to death, fuck you until you're dead, you slut." "Ah... ah... ah... son... harder, fuck your mother to death."

"Fuck, you bitch, all you know is to let me fuck you, tell me, were you peeping at me masturbating?" "Ah... ah... fuck me, big cock son, who told you to shout so loudly." "Tell me, did you want my big cock? Can my big cock fuck you to death, Mom, my slutty mother?"

"Yes, ah... son can fuck me to death."

I thrust desperately, moving like a piston, and my mother was already unable to take it anymore, she couldn't even straighten her body.

"Son, Mom's going to be fucked to death, ah... ah... fuck me to death, it feels so good, big cock. Ah... ah... ah... ah..."

I stopped thrusting, laid Mom down on the bed, climbed on top of her, straightened my cock and thrust it in again, continuing my unfinished business, my hands still on her breasts.

"Mom. It feels so good to fuck you, so exciting, Mom, my dear mom."

"Son, it feels so good, faster, faster, make me feel better, ah... ah..." "Slut, I made you feel good, didn't I? I fucked you to death, didn't I?"

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

I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I increased the speed of my thrusting, my testicles hitting Mom's vagina, making a slapping sound. Mom felt my reaction, probably because she was about to orgasm, so she squeezed me tightly with her legs.

"Son, hurry, harder, fuck Mom to death, ah... ah... ah... eldest son, fuck me to death."

"You slutty mom, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death with my cock, fuck your old cunt." "Baby, hurry, Mom's coming, you shoot inside too, hurry, son." "Ah, ah, ah, I'll fuck your slutty cunt to death, I'm going to cum, ah." I roared, and countless sperm shot out from my penis.

After we finished, Mom and I lay weakly on the bed, but I was still holding Mom's breast in my hand...

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