Desiring to seduce a widow

Prologue

October 14th, Sunny

Today I received a love letter from my deskmate, Xiaohong. She wants to be my girlfriend, and I rejected her without hesitation. She said she likes me, but I don't like her at all. Even if I were to find a girlfriend, it would have to be someone like my mother.

My mother is a plump, mature middle-aged widow. She is 1.55 meters tall and weighs 140 pounds. Her large, almost sagging breasts seem about to burst out of her clothes, and her plump, round, white buttocks are covered with alluring stretch marks. Her voluptuous figure paired with her snow-white skin is absolutely the sexiest mature woman in the world.

My mother's face is even more captivating. Time seems to have only left mature charm on her face, and every smile and frown is full of maternal radiance.

If only I could marry a woman as sexy and charming as my mother in the future. No! There will never be such a perfect woman in the world. If I could spend a night with my mother in this life, I would die happy!

—Excerpt from my elementary school diary

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My mother became a widow when I was very young and never remarried, raising me alone.

I slept in the same bed with my mother every night from childhood to adulthood. My mother was always my ideal woman, not only with delicate and beautiful features but also with a full and mature, voluptuous figure. Every night, she would lie on her side next to me with her back to me. Under the dim light of the nightlight, her full breasts, shapely waist, plump buttocks, and long, fair legs created an indescribably beautiful picture. My mother

worked as a saleswoman in a shopping mall, selling high-end cosmetics. The mall required employees to stand while serving customers and were not allowed to sit down even when there were no customers. My mother, being of advanced age, suddenly suffered a back ailment at work one day and was rushed to the hospital. By the time I arrived, the doctor had already diagnosed her with acute myelitis caused by long-term overwork. She was unable to move her lower limbs on her own, but thankfully, she still had sensation. The doctor said the only treatment for her condition was rest at home, which could take anywhere from a year and a half to three to five years. With proper care, she could completely recover, but after recovery, she couldn't stand for long periods like before.

With the help of my mother's colleagues, I took her home. They sat for a while, exchanged a few words, and then left. Only my mother and I remained in the house. Finally, unable to contain her grief, she embraced me and wept bitterly.

"My son, I'm paralyzed. What will I do for the rest of my life? Waaah..." As she cried, her large breasts, pressed against my chest, trembled. I was surprised to find that although they looked a little saggy, they were incredibly elastic. "Mom, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid of anything!" I gently patted my mother's back, continuing to comfort her. "Besides, the doctor said that you'll recover after a period of rest, it's okay, okay, don't cry!" My mother gradually calmed down under my comforting words. She still held me tightly with both hands, as if afraid of losing me. "My son, I'm counting on you for the rest of my life... Waaah..." Through my mother's thin clothes, I could clearly feel how soft her body was, and her fragrance carried a captivating allure. My hand involuntarily slid down, covering my mother's round, large buttocks. "Good boy, don't cry anymore, or I'll spank you!" I said, raising my hand to gently pat my mother's big, fat buttocks. I vaguely remembered that my mother punished me like this when I was little.

"Bad son, even you bully your mother." Although she said that, my mother was finally coaxed into smiling through her tears.

Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, I boldly continued to place my hand on her buttocks, feeling their softness and warmth, and then slowly moved my hand towards the deep crevice of her buttocks.

"Son... what are you doing... let go of Mommy!" my mother murmured softly, her full upper body gently twisting and struggling in my arms.

Although my mother's lower body couldn't move on its own, it hadn't lost sensation. Having been a widow for so long, this ripe body had been starved of desire for many years. Her body clearly told her how much she longed for the immoral things her own son was doing to her. Even though she foresaw what was about to happen, she didn't want to leave her son's embrace, her body gradually softening in his arms.

"Mom."

"Mmm... let go... let go!" Although my mother said this, her body didn't move at all. Her breathing became more and more rapid, a strange flame burning in her heart.

My hand continued to probe and tease my mature mother's buttocks through her thin clothes. "Good Mom, let me hug you a little longer!" Finally, my fingers touched my mother's anus, and her delicate body trembled violently.

"You already have a girlfriend, why are you still hugging me?"

My mother's words seemed to carry a strong hint of jealousy, which emboldened me. "Mom, you mean Xiaohong, right? There's nothing between us. She's the one who keeps bothering me, but my heart only belongs to you, Mom. Besides, how can she compare to you? You're much sexier than her! Mom, I love you!" As I spoke, I raised my hand again, wrapped it around my mother's thick waist, and gave her a solemn hug.

Hearing my obviously provocative hint, my mother was not angry at all. Instead, she felt a little excited. "It seems that my son really likes me. His penis against my thigh is so hard and hot, it's hurting me!" Thinking of this, my mother's vagina shamefully began to flow with a trickle of honey-like fluid.

Mom felt her upper body go limp and out of her control. "Son, Mom can't sit still anymore, help me." I adjusted my position, hugging Mom from behind and letting her lean against me. "Is this more comfortable?" "Mmm... Ah... No!" As Mom said no, I slipped my hand under her skirt, gently placing it on her vulva through her panties.

"Bad boy, don't touch me... Mom can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, I boldly pulled down her panties, my fingers directly caressing her already overflowing, plump vulva. At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either, cupping one of Mom's large breasts and kneading it wantonly. Mom involuntarily let out a series of intoxicating moans.

After playing around for a while, I rolled over and helped Mom lie down, lifted her skirt, ripped off her panties, and spread her snow-white thighs, exposing her already glistening, horny vulva to my eyes. I got up and quickly stripped naked, then turned around and knelt between my mother's legs, my already erect penis in hand.

"Son, we can't go on...we're mother and son!" my mother pleaded, making a final struggle. I hesitated. Yes, we were mother and son. If I took advantage of her and raped her, how could I face her afterwards? But my mother's next words shattered the last vestiges of my reason.

"At least close the curtains!"

I got up, closed the curtains, and locked the door to the outer room. When I returned to the bedroom, my mother had already taken off her clothes. She reached down to her crotch, using her middle and ring fingers to separate her thick labia majora. With her other hand, she propped herself up on the bed, revealing her sexy, naked body—full hips, large breasts, fair skin, and a wet vulva. She urged me, "My little rascal, come here quickly. This is where you were born… Okay… hurry back into Mommy's body!" I pounced on my mother, kneeling between her legs again. "Oh my god, this is Mommy's vagina, the vagina that gave birth to me!" "Yes… I gave birth to you here…" "Can I lick it?" Although it was a question, I bent down and gently licked the beautiful pink vulva with my tongue.

"No… ugh… dirty…"

My mother gently pushed my head away, stopping me from continuing. I got up and stroked my penis a couple of times, then aimed my large, shiny black glans at my mother's cunt. "Come on, Mom can't take it anymore... Hold your penis, aim it at this little hole in the middle, and insert your penis... Oh... Ah... Slower..." Under my mother's guidance, I returned to the place where I was born for the first time. This was my first incestuous relationship with my mother, and also my first time having sex with a woman.

"Ah... Mom... So good... Mom... Good Mom!" "Son, slow down... Mom hasn't done this in a long time... You have to be gentle with her!" "Mom, your cunt is so warm, tightly wrapping my penis, it feels so good!" Although my mother couldn't move her lower body on her own, she still had sensation, and the pleasure from sex was not affected at all.

"Mommy feels so good... Good son, you're so good at fucking!"

I thrust wildly into my mother's cunt while greedily sucking on one of her purple grape-like nipples, murmuring ecstatically, "Mommy... Mmm... Mommy..." "Mmm... You're still sucking on Mommy's breast... You're such a child..." After a while, my mother's cunt felt so good, warm, soft, and wet, like a baby's little mouth sucking on my penis. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, but I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly on my first time, so I was about to pull out and rest. Suddenly, my mother cried out, "Ah... Mommy can't take it anymore... I'm coming, I'm coming..." My mother had been a widow for many years, and her body was really too sensitive. She had an orgasm on her first time with me. My mother's orgasm quickly aroused me as well, and I immediately increased the frequency of my thrusts. "Mom, I'm already..." Mom felt my thrusting speed increase and knew I was about to ejaculate. "It's okay, just ejaculate inside Mom's body!" "Mom...aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" "It's okay, Mom is old, it's not that easy to get pregnant."

"Ah...I'm coming!" With a series of rapid thrusts, I finally ejaculated deep inside Mom's vagina, pouring my thick semen into my biological mother's long-parched uterus.

"So hot...so comfortable...oh my god...Mom came again..." I rested on Mom for a moment, regaining some energy, then got up and kissed Mom's slightly thick, sexy lips deeply. This was my first kiss. I originally thought kissing meant two people touching lips, but Mom took the initiative to extend her nimble little tongue into my mouth, gently teasing my tongue tip, teaching me what it meant to cherish each other. When our

lips parted, Mom and I looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were filled with deep love, while Mom's eyes held love, affection, and a trace of guilt.

After a long silence, Mom spoke, "Son, will you look down on your mother?" I shook my head, puzzled. "Mom, what makes you say that?" "Mom is a shameless woman, committing incest with her own son... Waaah... Mom is a bad woman..." As she spoke, Mom started crying again. "I'm sorry to your deceased father... and even more sorry to you... Waaah!" I hugged Mom and comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, your crying breaks my heart. What happened today is all my fault, but I truly love you, and my love was so intense that I couldn't control myself. We haven't done anything immoral, and we haven't wronged anyone!" Mom continued to sob, her tears so pitiful and moving. I lay down beside her, holding her close, gently stroking her smooth back.

My mother cried for a while, then gradually stopped. "I don't blame you for what happened earlier, but I'm a widow, and widows must remain chaste. If I indulge myself like this today, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the ancestral grave in the future." I was about to argue when my mother continued, "Although I won't initiate intimacy with you, if you really want me, you don't have to torture yourself... Anyway, if you want to defile my body, I can't resist, can I?" I finally understood that my mother was still bound by traditional values and couldn't face our new relationship, but she was also enjoying it, so she simply retreated to advance, finding a reason to convince herself. Understanding this, I finally felt relieved. My hands, which were around my mother, moved down her smooth back, pausing briefly on her plump buttocks before continuing, circling around to the front and gently caressing her plump vulva. At this moment, white fluid was flowing out of her vulva, a mixture of my semen and her love juice.

“Good Mom, since that’s the case, then your son will continue to ravage your body!” Mom reached down to my crotch and touched me, exclaiming with a mixture of love and hate, “My God, you’re hard again so quickly!” “Mom, I’m sorry, it’s just that your body is too alluring.” “Come on… use your big cock to ravage Mom!” I lay on top of Mom again, skillfully inserting my cock back into her fat cunt. I had just ejaculated inside her vagina, so it was very lubricated, and it went in easily.

“Mmm… my little devil… be gentle…”

“Good Mom, your old fat cunt is so slippery, so comfortable… it’s killing my son!” “Oh… my own son’s big cock is so powerful… Mom is in heaven again…” My hands tightly hugged Mom’s fat white buttocks, and my big cock pounded into her cunt, her uterus, her flower with unprecedented speed and power!

“Mom, I’m going to fuck you to death!” I breathed heavily, my words incoherent.

“Baby, fuck Mom hard, Mom doesn’t want to live anymore.” Mom’s words were also incoherent.

Nearly twenty years of widowhood was undoubtedly cruel for a beautiful and mature woman. Her body, sealed for so many years, was once again opened to her own son. The pleasure of lust, the tenderness of motherhood, and the thrill of incest mingled into a wild, untamed primal rage, unleashing the pent-up desire within her like a volcanic eruption.

My mother's eyes glistened with tears, her upper teeth biting her thin lower lip. She moaned and cried out incoherently. Her whole body trembled, her two smooth, white arms tightly gripping her son's buttocks, pressing down forcefully, as if she wanted to squeeze my testicles into her wet

, throbbing vagina! I held her round, large buttocks and shook, swayed, thrust, and planted the seeds of incest within her womb time and time again!

The bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring all night.

The next morning, the shopping mall where my mother worked called, asking me to go to the finance department to collect her workers' compensation. That long string of numbers took me a long time to count. This huge sum of money was enough for my mother and me to live a luxurious life together. After leaving my mother's workplace, I went to school to complete the leave of absence procedures, citing the reason that I needed to stay home to take care of my mother, who was unable to take care of herself due to illness. In fact, the more important reason was that I didn't want to lose every second I spent with my mother.

Every cloud has a silver lining; who could have imagined that my mother's injury would turn a new page in our mother-son relationship?

Postscript

Time flies like an arrow. It was a morning six months later.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the curtains in my mother's and my bedroom were tightly closed. Inside, my mother lay naked in the center of the double bed. One of her hands was trying to cover the two purplish-red nipples on her two large breasts, and the other hand was lightly touching her forehead, as if she dared not look at her own son kneeling between her legs, making piston-like movements.

Even though she had made love with her son countless times, she would still blush with shame every time he made his demands. After a series of rapid thrusts, with a deep, powerful groan from her son, hot fluid filled her lower body. She knew that her own son had ejaculated inside her once again.

I got up and kissed my mother's forehead. She gave me a reproachful look, and I knew it was because we had agreed to take her to the hospital for a checkup, but I couldn't help myself and had sex with her again before leaving.

I cleaned my mother's lower body, dressed her, helped her into her wheelchair, and then pushed her out the door.

My mother's back injury had recovered well over the past six months; she could now sit on the bed and slightly raise and bend her legs. However, it wasn't for a checkup of her back injury, but because my mother hadn't had her period for a long time. The day before, she asked me to buy a pregnancy test, and two bright red lines appeared before us. My mother was indeed pregnant with my child.

"We can't keep it!" my mother and I said in unison. Although it was easy to say, deep down we were both struggling, but after much deliberation, we finally reached this consensus.

The doctor's expression was clearly puzzled as to why a young son would bring his paralyzed mother for an abortion. Fortunately, the doctor didn't seem particularly curious and didn't ask questions like, "Where's the father?"

After the ultrasound, the doctor told me, "Your mother is over three months pregnant and can't have an abortion; she can only have an induced labor." "Then let's have an induced labor." Actually, I didn't understand the difference between an abortion and an induced labor, but I knew they both served the same purpose.

The doctor shook his head. "As an older pregnant woman, induced labor when the cervix is immature is very dangerous and can easily cause severe bleeding. I suggest she continue the pregnancy for a while longer, until she's eight or nine months pregnant, before having an induced labor." With my mother's life at stake, I naturally accepted the doctor's advice. We pushed the wheelchair back home.

On the way, my mother told me she was very happy. She had been able to love her own son and, after a long and ardent relationship, become pregnant with his child, even knowing it wouldn't end well. But the process itself was the happiest thing in her life.

[The End]

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