Mom's beauty serum is amazing, it's top-notch! [The End]

My father was overjoyed to receive a promotion after only six months at work and insisted on treating me to a French dinner.

"My son's promotion is no small feat; in the long history of their company, such an exceptional promotion of a newcomer is unprecedented!" he boasted, barely having drunk much. I was a little embarrassed to find two of his colleagues at the table besides his new wife.

The meal lasted a long time, and my father insisted on driving me home. "Well… take Auntie home first, then take me…" I guessed my father wanted to talk to me alone, so I didn't refuse. His place wasn't far from the hotel, and we arrived quickly. After saying goodbye to my father's new wife, we sat down alone.

"How's your mother's beauty salon business?" my father asked, driving slowly.

"Hey! You know, it's only been two months since we opened and we already have so many repeat customers. Mom seems like she was born for this."

"Oh! That's great, but you should tell your mom to rest more, she doesn't need to overwork herself!"

"I know, Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of Mom."

"I heard you fired the nanny again?"

"What? It wasn't us, it was Mom's idea all by herself. She thought she wasn't very hardworking. I don't even know how many she's fired yet. You know how stubborn Mom can be, I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I'll try my best to help Mom."

"Really, I'll call your mom in a few days. You'll be busier after your promotion, someone should help with the housework!"

We chatted until we got home. It was a bit late, so Dad didn't come in with me, but asked me to say hello to Mom for him.

When I got home, Mom was still putting on a face mask. Her face was sticky and not completely dry, only her eyes, nose, and mouth were showing. She suddenly turned around and startled me. "Mom, I'm home..." I lazily opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"So late? Having a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Mom asked, looking at her face in a small mirror.

"Dad didn't drink much, but he talked a lot, always bragging about me. My face was burning the whole time. It's just a promotion, nothing serious," I replied irritably.

"This child, how can you talk about your father like that? If his own son is successful, who's happy?"

This is what confuses me the most. My parents have been divorced for almost five years. Not only did they not argue during the divorce, but they still care about each other. Outsiders would think they're old friends. I used to often ask Mom why she and Dad divorced, and she always said I'd understand these emotional matters when I grew up. Eventually, I stopped asking…

"Baby, Mommy's going to sleep, kisses…" After washing off her face mask, Mom bent down and kissed me on the cheek, yawning as she went back to her bedroom. Since birth, I've never been separated from Mom. In her eyes, I'll always be a child who never grows up. I'm almost 21 now, and my mom still calls me her darling all the time. No matter how much I protest, it's no use!

Two months ago, she suddenly resigned from her government job and opened a beauty salon, even my dad couldn't dissuade her.

Actually, my grandparents live abroad and are financially well-off, so my mom isn't short of money. I suspect her actions are mostly due to menopausal syndrome. She's extremely bored and irritable at the office, so she's doing something to pass the time.

I'm not just speculating; my mom has been particularly bothered lately. She's been obsessively taking care of her skin and figure, almost to an abnormal degree. Although it's related to the beauty salon, it's really excessive. Every day when she gets home, she does endless skincare and face washing, and she even bought a treadmill. She's locked her scooter in the garage and rides it to and from work every day, saying it helps burn thigh fat.

Actually, while my mom's features are only above average, her figure is absolutely stunning. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was shapely and well-proportioned. At 40, her breasts hadn't sagged, her waist was slender, and beneath her slightly upturned buttocks were a pair of long, rounded, full legs. Her skin was simply flawless—fair, smooth, and exceptionally soft.

I absolutely believe in the fairness of fate; if you're given a devilish figure and skin, you can't also have a face that rivals the moon and flowers. Maintaining a good figure through exercise is one thing, but can a person's face be changed? What good are face masks all day long, besides making the skin smoother and reducing wrinkles?

Lately, my mother has practically turned our house into a beauty salon, with all sorts of medicines and devices everywhere. Today, I moved to a new office and was in a good mood, but suddenly wanted to watch TV. I was half-lying on the sofa when I glanced at those ion sprayers next to me and immediately got annoyed.

"Oh dear! This is terrible… Honey, let Mom see… quick…" Like the house was on fire, my mother rushed out. "Son, look at Mommy's face, is it an allergic reaction?" My mother ran into the living room, and because I was half-lying down, she practically leaned over me, bringing her face close.

I was both amused and exasperated. "Oh! Mom, it's more serious than an allergy, you should be prepared..."

"Tell me, tell me..." Mom looked panicked.

"It looks like melasma, everyone gets it at a certain age, it's nothing serious!" I could only tell the truth.

"Oh my god... how could this happen..." Mom covered her mouth, looking like it was the end of the world. Some women get it after having children, it's not

surprising that Mom has melasma at 40. Mom looked distressed, and she almost pressed down on me before she stood up. In that instant, her low-cut nightgown revealed a deep cleavage, her two round, white breasts pressing against each other, trembling with her breath. My eyes couldn't help but wander over Mom's chest, the faint scent of a mature woman stimulating my senses.

Actually, back in high school, my beautiful mother was once my sexual fantasy. My first masturbation was a fantasy of holding Mom's snow-white, plump buttocks from behind and ejaculating. After having a girlfriend and experiencing real sex, I gradually stopped these sexual fantasies that made me feel guilty. Although I didn't completely eliminate them, I still occasionally fantasize about having sex with my mother, but very rarely.

Unexpectedly, today, that long-lost, intensely stimulating urge returned. After gently comforting my mother for a while, I returned to my bedroom, both shocked and frightened by the lewd thoughts I had just had.

My mother, who was already quite promiscuous, has recently gone even further. She now wears an elegant little straw hat when she goes out, with a thin black veil under the brim, as if afraid of being exposed to the sun. She's found several packets of a seaweed-rich paste somewhere. I don't know what it is; it's thick and dark green. She applies it not only to her face but also to her arms, legs, and the arches of her beautiful feet. It seems like she applies it to any skin exposed outside her clothes.

"Baby, help Mommy..." After applying it once, my mother found it inconvenient to do, so she asked me to apply it to her legs. Since that brief moment of urge two days ago, I've noticed that my mother seems rather unnatural. Especially when Mom was on the treadmill wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, her long, shapely legs stretched and sculpted with each swing, her high breasts creating two mounds under the tight garment. From the side, I could vaguely see the base of her breasts, and her two small nipples were clearly visible, making my penis feel like it was about to get erect at any moment.

I calmly dragged over a small stool and sat opposite Mom, placing her legs flat on my knees.

The ointment had been prepared and emitted a faint medicinal smell. I lifted Mom's slender ankles and gently applied the ointment from her knees with a small brush.

Mom's legs were so sexy. Due to excellent exercise, the subcutaneous fat was thin, making the muscles appear round and full, and her skin was dazzlingly white. Her neatly trimmed toes were long and thin, stopping just at the base of my penis. The most damning thing was that when my brush touched her thigh, a patch of red lace panties peeked out from the groin, her vulva bulging high, and I could even see one or two curly pubic hairs sticking out from the edge of her panties...

"Mmm! Mommy's sweetie, look how tired you are, go wash up..." Mom didn't notice my unusual behavior. Seeing the sweat on my forehead, she leaned in and kissed me, her eyes full of love.

Taking advantage of Mom's inattention, I quickly turned my back to her and fled into the bathroom, finally concealing my erection. The cold water didn't soften my swollen penis. In my mind, Mom's two fair legs swayed back and forth. I imagined Mom walking into the bathroom, bending over with her back to me, sticking out her buttocks, and my penis thrusting hard between her labia... My fingers gripped my penis.

After only a few casual strokes, my body trembled, and cloudy semen sprayed onto the wall. I found an unprecedented pleasure rapidly spreading throughout my body. At that moment, a strange thought occurred to me. If possible, I want to turn my past fantasies into reality… That night, I dreamt that my mother was naked, writhing happily between my legs, uttering seductive moans…

With a shady purpose in mind, I had ulterior motives when applying seaweed lotion to my mother today. I deliberately touched the inside of her thighs with my hand, leaving absolutely no trace. I don't know if it will work, but at least I have to try for that exciting plan. The seaweed lotion needs to stay on the body for 30 minutes, and during this time, I kept pouring sweet words into my mother's ears.

“Mom, actually your legs are long and beautiful, and your skin is fair and delicate. There's no need to waste the lotion!” Her legs were painted a dark green, looking extremely ugly.

“What do you know? This kind of skincare helps the skin absorb moisture better. Besides, Mommy mainly wants to get rid of the butterfly spots on her face, ugh… it looks awful…”

Here we go again. I'm starting to understand why Dad and Mom divorced. My dad is a career-oriented man, handsome and intelligent, always out working hard. If Mom comes home and starts whining and getting annoyed over such a small thing, he definitely won't be able to stand it for long!

"What's so ugly about it? Let Mom go for a walk on the street. How many girls have legs as round and sexy as yours?"

Having read some of Mom's books on beauty, I know that melasma is mainly caused by hormonal imbalances and is difficult to cure in the short term. I focused on her strengths and only praised her beautiful legs.

"Really? Mommy's legs are really beautiful?" Mom lifted her legs, her delicate toes curving inwards, her leg muscles taut, her face filled with pride and excitement. If it weren't for the dark green medicine on them, my penis might have gotten hard again.

Half an hour later, Mom washed off the medicine. When we went back to our room, I kissed her cheek as usual, but today the kiss was a little stronger and longer, and I even gently licked her cheek with the tip of my tongue. Everything was done very carefully; I couldn't rush it, I had to take it one step at a time.

To please my mother as much as possible, I searched the internet for beauty-related websites, especially those about treating acne, pimples, and melasma. I quickly collected a huge pile, downloaded the pages, disconnected from the internet, and started pasting useful information into Notepad. Suddenly, a rumor caught my attention, and I still remember how excited I was. It turned out that because of that rumor, my plans to make love with my mother were moved up by countless days.

I tried my best to translate that short rumor into classical Chinese and deliberately inserted it among other remedies. Although my knowledge of classical Chinese is pitifully poor, it should be enough to fool my mother. After finishing everything, it was already late at night, and my mother's fair body kept flashing in my mind, making me so excited that I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but fantasize about holding my mother's soft, white buttocks and making love to her, and I finally fell asleep after masturbating.

"Mom, I found a lot of information about beauty treatments on the internet last night, but I didn't look at it carefully. Why don't you go and study it?" I said, trying to suppress my excitement.

"Really... Mommy's sweetheart, you're so thoughtful!" I took my mother's hand and led her into the bedroom. "Wait... the radiation from the monitor will affect your facial skin..." Ugh! I can't stand Mom. What's she worrying about? I had no choice but to print out the notepad document.

As usual, Mom was wearing a pink nightgown, the kind with a very short hem, so short that it couldn't even cover a section of her fair thighs above her knees. She sat on the sofa, a folding chair in front of her, her beautiful legs resting on it, her delicate toes playfully curling up. If you looked closely, you could still see a corner of her underwear, which seemed to be white today. Her well-defined lips parted slightly as she carefully read the document I had just printed. If only that sexy little mouth could swallow my entire penis, how wonderful that would be...

"Hmm, I don't quite understand this text, can you help me?" Mom asked for my help as expected.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, I quietly approached Mom and sat down beside her. On the surface, I was looking at the paper in her hand, but my eyes were actually darting deep into her low-cut nightgown. From this angle, I could appreciate the contours of her breasts more fully. Her breasts looked smooth and tender, seemingly still elastic. I could almost smell the milky fragrance emanating from those two white, fleshy mounds.

"Let me see… um… Essence is the source of growth! The Yellow Emperor said, 'To strengthen the foundation, one must nourish the source…' For when yin is abundant and yang is deficient, replenishing the deficiency only leads to the clash of qi and blood… Ah… So… If you collect the essence of a young, strong man and apply it to your face, your complexion will be fine… Wow… Wow…" I recited, shaking my head, occasionally uttering exclamations of surprise.

"What are you yelling about? Hurry up and explain to Mommy!" Mom was getting impatient.

"Hey! Mom, this… if I explain it, you can't be angry

, okay?" "Why be angry? Tell me!"

"Sigh… I'd better not say it. This thing exists every day, I have it, but Mom doesn't… but I may not… Ouch…"

In her haste, Mom leaned forward, the paper in her hand lightly hitting my forehead. The pair of milky-white breasts on her chest seemed about to leap out of her nightgown, and my penis hardened even more. "Are you trying to drive your mother crazy? Tell me quickly, or I won't let you off easily..."

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you... Don't hit me! Mom, please don't get angry..." I pretended to hit her, but secretly ran my hand over her small feet. That seaweed extract was indeed effective; her fair and delicate feet felt even smoother, and it felt very comfortable to hold them.

"This secret recipe was passed down from the ancients. Simply put, it's that a man's semen is the essence of the body, possessing miraculous skin-care and beauty-enhancing effects. There's also a modern explanation, saying that semen is rich in protein and trace elements, etc... Regularly applying fresh semen to the face can make the skin as delicate as a baby's..."

My mother listened, speechless, but from her expression, I could tell that she still tended to believe the rumor. Her thin lips moved as if she were muttering something, her delicate lips possessing a three-dimensional shape. I couldn't wait to shove my penis into her small mouth and thrust in and out.

"A young man's semen?" After a moment of stunned silence, Mom reflexively glanced at my crotch. Perhaps only now realizing that semen was a byproduct of sex, she immediately blushed crimson. Her little fists rained down on me. "Shame on you... Mom raised you, and all you do is tease Mom..."

"I didn't tease you! I didn't make this up. Go ask around yourself if you don't believe me..." I wasn't lying. Although I had painstakingly fabricated this story, I had heard this rumor when I was 17 or 18. I'm sure Mom, having lived 18 years longer than me, had heard it too.

Mom was indeed stunned by my explanation. I clenched her small fists, and she was at a loss. A few beads of sweat appeared on her shy face, her eyes darting around in extreme panic, her chest heaving, and my erect penis pressed against her thigh. My parched lips were momentarily lost in the moment, so engrossed that I completely forgot the important idiom, "strike while the iron is hot"...

Mom noticed the strangeness in my lower body, pushed me away, and sat up. My beautiful little feet escaped my clutches. "Mommy's going to sleep..." Mom said somewhat hurriedly as she walked towards the bedroom, her eyes seemingly unintentionally glancing at my lower body several times.

As soon as Mom wobbled her round bottom into the room, I covered my groin with both hands and collapsed onto the sofa.

That night, I released my restless lust on my underwear. This was the third time in just a few days that I'd masturbated while fantasizing about my mother's mature body. I deliberately didn't wipe the semen off my underwear, throwing it directly onto the washing machine. A few hours later, the semen solidified into a hard lump. Surely my mother knew what that was?

I was busy at work today and came home a little late. "Mommy'll heat up your food..." I quickly stopped her, as she'd already eaten dinner in the staff cafeteria. My mother wasn't wearing that sexy low-cut nightgown today; she was dressed more conservatively, her white, delicate feet adorned with gold high-heeled sandals, which made her small feet look even more alluring.

"Mommy wants to talk to you! Do you masturbate often?" It was so direct that my mother hesitated as her words left her lips. I had imagined similar conversations and thought about how to answer, but the suddenness of it still left me a little bewildered. But I knew this was the first hurdle; once I got past it, things would go more smoothly.

"It's not often, more often in high school, then less so..."

"So how do you usually masturbate?" My mother's words made me a little embarrassed.

"I'm too embarrassed to say!"

"Don't worry, baby, Mommy won't blame you!" Women and men masturbate differently, so my mother naturally didn't know how I released my pent-up desires.

"I've always fantasized about Mommy's body." My tone was quite unnatural. How could such a shy attitude possibly seduce my mother? I wanted to slap myself a few times.

"Oh! You look at Mommy every day, how do you fantasize?" Although my mother was rather naive, she was still educated, and we subscribed to many magazines about family. She knew that many teenagers fantasize about their mothers as sexual partners, so although her face flushed when she heard me say this, she wasn't too surprised.

"I...I fantasize about Mom taking off her clothes in front of me. Mom has such a great body, and I ejaculate just thinking about it..." The flush on Mom's face spread down to her lower body, but her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: excitement...shyness...pride...

"Have you been masturbating lately?" Mom swallowed hard. She seemed excited, almost forgetting she was my mother, and that it was embarrassing for her son to ejaculate in front of her.

"Lately...lately I've been fantasizing about Mom's body again..." My voice was so low it was almost inaudible to myself.

"Mommy just saw your underwear...on it...hehe..." Mom actually found it funny. I was both amused and exasperated, yet a surge of courage rose within me. "Mommy hates the butterfly spots on her face. Actually...I want to..."

"Mommy, do you want to try that secret formula?" Seeing Mom's hesitation, I bluntly asked. This was exactly what I had been hoping for.

"Hmm..." Mom's head was lowered.

"But...I don't know if I can just get it out easily..." My goal was drawing ever closer, and my breathing became heavy.

"Do you need Mom's help?"

"...If Mom helps me...it'll definitely be fine..."

"Mommy...can I help you with my hands?" Mom's voice trembled, her expectant and shy eyes tempting me.

In the bedroom, Mom turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed the light, and sat on the edge of the bed, at a loss. I stood in front of Mom and gently unzipped my pants, too shy, my penis was limp. I've come this far, I can't hesitate.

I mustered my courage and pulled Mom's hand over to hold my penis...

Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. Mom often personally does facials for regular clients at the beauty salon, so her nails are very neatly manicured, the calluses on her fingers all worn away, crystal clear.

Warm jade hands grasped my penis, her white and tender fingers gently gliding over the glans. A sensation like an electric current traveled from my penis to my whole body, and my penis quickly became erect. Mom was surprised by the size of my penis and couldn't help but turn her head, her face full of doubt. One small hand could only grasp half of it. After a slight hesitation, the other small hand joined in, and the two hands alternated in stroking. Soon, my penis was throbbing with veins, pulsating in my mother's warm little hands.

"Baby, is this how it is?"

"Oh, Mom, you're doing very well..." Strangely enough, at this moment, I felt more of a satisfied excitement. My mother's strokes became more and more ecstatic, and there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, but I had no desire to ejaculate for a long time. "Mom, I want to do it on your feet..."

"So many tricks? Really..." My mother glanced at me shyly, her expression a little strange, but she still leaned back on the bed.

I grasped my mother's fair jade feet and pulled them in front of me, my penis rubbing against the smooth instep, drawing circle after circle covered in sticky fluid. Such beautiful and tender little feet, no wonder the ancients called women's feet "golden lotuses." The skin was thin, white and tender, and the veins under the skin were faintly visible.

I put my mother's soft soles together and clamped my penis, making thrusting motions. The lines of her soles rubbed against her foreskin, the pleasure growing stronger with each wave. Mom, ticklish, giggled softly and pulled her leg back, but I stubbornly grabbed her ankle and pulled it back.

My glans darted between her delicate toes, and Mom's shoulders trembled with laughter. I wanted to suck on her toes, but I didn't dare. Having played with Mom's beautiful feet to my heart's content, my glans felt like it was about to explode. I

took a step forward, kneeling on the bed, and placed my penis against Mom's cheek. Mom knew I was about to climax; she closed her eyes, her face flushed, and let me ejaculate all my thick semen onto her face.

The semen was cloudy and thick, with a fishy smell. Mom frowned slightly as she smeared the semen evenly on her face.

"Mom, I'm going back..." Mom remained silent, her eyes tightly shut. I fled back to my bedroom, panting heavily. Overnight, I had lustfully touched my mother's delicate hands and feet. This was just the beginning; I wanted to slowly devour her body bit by bit until I possessed her entire form…

My semen became my mother's skincare product. A few days later, after I repeatedly insisted under various pretexts, my mother started wearing very sexy clothes every time she helped me masturbate, exposing her arms and beautiful legs to my gaze. We had developed a subtle understanding; a glance or a gesture would lead us into the bedroom. My mother no longer avoided my penis; sometimes she would stare at it intently, even forgetting to masturbate.

I wasn't satisfied with just using her hands; ravaging her beautiful little mouth became my next target. I thought of a plan, and today, my mother had her hair piled up high like a ballerina, as if she had prepared it specifically for me to perform oral sex. It was still early after dinner, and my mother hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, wearing a slip dress that exposed a large expanse of her snow-white back. On her feet were a pair of small sandals. My mother knew I liked her beautiful feet, so she took special care of them, painting her nails with a layer of rose-colored nail polish, making them exceptionally sexy.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I gave my mother a hint and stood in front of her, unbuckling my belt.

"Hmph! So hasty..." My mother glanced at me shyly, her small hands simultaneously grasping my penis. Her soft fingers were already very familiar with the shaft in her grasp, slowly stroking it up and down, the pressure light and gentle.

"Ugh... Mom..." I suppressed my urge... "Mom... I need to pee..."

"Go away..." My mother knew I wanted to enjoy the caress of her fingers a little longer, so she deliberately made an excuse! But she didn't say anything.

I rushed into the bathroom, stroking it up and down, fantasizing about raping my mother in various lewd positions. My penis, already aroused by my mother, ejaculated quickly. I carefully washed away the remaining fluid and returned to my mother's side.

"You were gone for so long?" My mother seemed suspicious.

"It's so painful, I can't pee for ages," I said, trying to hide it. Mom chuckled. "Let's go to Mommy's bedroom!" I looked at Mom's lips, a surge of excitement welling up inside me.

"Hmm, it's so hard to get it out today..." Mom fiddled with it for a while, her penis did get erect, but so quickly, there was no desire to ejaculate. After a few masturbations, Mom wasn't as shy as the first time, and she leaned closer to examine my penis.

"I don't know why, maybe I'm just used to Mommy's fingers?" I tried to find a reasonable explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, let's do it tomorrow..." Mom seemed to want to give up.

"How can that be? I'm so uncomfortable like this...

" I was almost there, my heart pounding loudly. "Mommy, use your mouth to help me get it out?"

"You little rascal... I'm not coming..." Mom's shy expression returned. The previous times I ejaculated on Mom's face, I deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against the corner of her mouth, as if I wanted to crawl inside. My mother knew exactly what I wanted to do; she knew I'd have these inappropriate thoughts sooner or later. Today, the moment had finally arrived, and she was somewhat flustered.

"Mom, I can use your hands and feet, why not your mouth? Please, Mom..."

I pleaded, cupping her face in my hands, tilting her head back until her lips were inches from my glans. "Just this once..." she whispered, her eyes closed, her expression incredibly cute.

"Mom, open your mouth..." I cupped her burning face and forced my large glans into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide, her face flushed, even her neck turned bright red. I held her head, gently thrusting my hips in and out of her mouth. She seemed humiliated, her head slightly twitching but held firmly in place.

"Mom, lick it with your tongue!" she cried, opening her mouth wide to take a portion of my penis in, her tongue working diligently in the limited space. The glans felt numb and itchy from being licked, which was very comfortable. After licking for a while, Mom tried her best not to let her teeth touch the glans, and swallowed the penis a little deeper into her mouth, her delicate and moist lips actively stroking the foreskin.

She was working hard to swallow and spit, and a warm little hand would occasionally stroke the part of the penis exposed outside her mouth. Although I was careful not to hurt Mom's throat, I couldn't help but grab Mom's hair and increase the thrusting of my waist under the intense stimulation of Mom's hard work.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom's little mouth was stretched wide open, and she made a turbid sound from her throat, obviously dissatisfied with me pushing my penis deep into her mouth. Seeing the frightened look in Mom's eyes, I pulled my penis out a little, and the glans quickly thrust in and out of Mom's warm little mouth.

Mom knew that I had reached the critical moment, closed her eyes tightly, grabbed my arm, and her nails dug deeply into my flesh. She had actually helped her son ejaculate with her mouth, and a few tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. This was the most exhilarating ejaculation I'd ever had. My glans had

barely left her mouth before the powerful jet shot out, leaving my mother's nose, lips, and eyelids with the fruits of our labor. "Mommy's mouth is almost bursting from your strain! Let me tell you, don't even think about a next time..." Next time? Next time might be somewhere else. Mommy gasped for breath, a little semen still lingering in her mouth, but she was already used to the taste of my semen, and swallowed it with a flick of her tongue...

A month later...

"Mommy, I want to penetrate your pussy..."

"Dream on! If you push your luck any further, you won't be able to touch Mommy's body anywhere..."

I knelt on Mommy's bare upper body, grabbing her two milky-white breasts, squeezing and deforming them, my penis sandwiched between them. My penis thrust left and right between her breasts...

Her mouth had already been violated by me, so her breasts were naturally penetrated with little effort. Once, I shouted that I wanted to suckle Mommy's nipples, igniting a strong maternal instinct in her. Half-heartedly, I removed her pajamas, and as her small nipples hardened and her areolas enlarged from my licking, I coaxed and tricked her into inserting my penis into her deep cleavage.

That day, after ejaculating onto her round breasts, I shamelessly insisted on sleeping with her.

"Just this once!" she finally gave in, still replying. In fact, from then on, I slept in the same bed with her, embracing her beautiful body every night, and even forcing her to hold my penis. Gradually, she got used to it, and even enjoyed sleeping with my penis in her hand. Of

course, I wouldn't sleep obediently. First, she no longer needed to wear pajamas; then, I could freely caress and kiss her round breasts, flat stomach, and long, fair legs; later, she was willing to kiss me first, and whenever my fingers touched her sensitive areas, her soft tongue would wrap around mine and suckle.

But all of this was done in the dark; she absolutely forbade me to turn on the light to see her body, and I couldn't even touch her panties. My mother was worried that I would ejaculate every day and my body wouldn't be able to handle it, so we agreed to "do it" two or three times a week. In reality, my boundless energy was more than enough; aside from the "pre-arranged" days, I stubbornly insisted on entering my mother's body on the other days.

I tried everything—pleading, whining—and several times I felt my mother was about to give in. Unfortunately… in the end, willpower triumphed over lust. I don't know whether to admire my mother's self-control or examine my own teasing techniques. No matter how much I caressed her inner thighs or licked her nipples until they were erect, my desire to enter her remained unfulfilled.

After treatment, the butterfly-shaped spots on my mother's face gradually disappeared; heaven knows if it was related to the semen. My mother didn't say she no longer needed my semen, and naturally, I didn't bring it up either. I didn't ejaculate on my mother's face every time, and she didn't say anything. Twice I deliberately ejaculated into my mother's mouth. The first time, she scolded me fiercely and spat the semen onto the floor. The second time, she swallowed every last drop. Perhaps my penis was inserted too deeply and she couldn't spit it out in time, or perhaps she had ulterior motives.

My mother never called me "my darling" or similar affectionate terms again, not since she started giving me oral sex. Now it's my turn to often hold her on my lap and kiss her little mouth, calling her "my darling!" and "my baby!" My mother really enjoys being pampered like a little girl.

She's become increasingly unrestrained in front of me, showing no respect for elders in her words and actions. She often jokes and plays around with me, and sometimes when she's too rough, I deliberately make her perform oral sex on me. She always shouts and screams exaggeratedly, but when I forcefully press her head down, she obediently kneels before me, using her little mouth to pleasure me until I feel like I'm in heaven.

One day, the police brought my mother home. It turned out she had been robbed on her way home that day, but luckily there were patrol officers nearby, saving her from certain death. From the next day on, I picked my mother up from school every day and we went home together. Once we were a certain distance from the beauty salon, we would snuggle together like a couple. "Son, Mommy can't live without you..."

"Me too..." Before I could finish speaking, my mother's tongue was already wrapped around mine, and her body clung softly to me.

In my mother's eyes, I had become her lover, and in fact, my mother had become my lover too, a lover I loved to the core...

"Mom, why won't you give me all of yourself?"

"Hehe, I won't. The things you can't have are the most beautiful. I'll let you see them

but not touch them, hehe..." After ejaculating into my mother's mouth again, she snuggled into my arms. Her long legs wrapped around my lower body, and her fingers rubbed my limp penis. I suspected that my mother's current refusal to let me penetrate her vagina was more of a playful teasing than a taboo. Because many times, when my mother aroused me to the point of burning with desire, and I tried to enter her body, she would dodge while laughing loudly, looking at my embarrassed expression with a smug look.

Today, after a company meeting and dinner, I rushed home to enjoy my mother's love. I'd barely stepped inside, not even had a chance to exchange two words with her, when the doorbell rang, and a beautiful young woman slipped in. It turned out to be a colleague from my office; I'd probably forgotten a document in my haste. She'd brought it over, and I thanked her profusely, inviting her to sit down.

My mother poured her a cup of coffee, which the girl took, her lips gleaming with honey. "Auntie, you have such a great figure, such fair skin, you look like you're only in your early thirties..." I noticed that while my mother smiled, she wasn't necessarily happy inside. This was quite different from usual; normally, she'd be overjoyed when someone complimented her figure and skin, but today…

The girl was sweet-looking, wearing a denim overall dress, her long, flowing hair soft and smooth, radiating youthful energy. She complimented my mother, occasionally smiling at me. After the girl left, my mother hugged a cushion and leaned against the sofa watching TV, her lips pouting, looking rather aggrieved.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I climbed up and hugged my mother's petite body onto my lap.

My mother wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Are you close to that girl?"

"We work in the same office, so how would you say we're close?"

"She's quite pretty..."

"Hmph...you smooth talker..."

My mother's tone was full of jealousy. She rolled off my lap and sat to the side, ignoring me completely. It seemed my mother had misunderstood my relationship with that girl. In fact, we didn't have any special relationship. We had both just graduated from university and got along well.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower!" Having sat there for so long feeling awkward, and having been in meetings all day, I was quite tired. I cupped my mother's cheeks and kissed her deeply before going into the bathroom. My mother seemed jealous. I felt a little amused and a little smug. I hummed a song as I showered for over an hour before coming out.

My mother had changed into a very figure-hugging white cheongsam dress and struck a seductive pose on the sofa. A pair of shapely, white legs emerged from the high slit, their length and sexiness accentuated by the partial concealment. A glittering anklet adorned her slender ankles, highlighting the delicate beauty of her feet. My hair was still damp, and the sight of her made my penis instantly throb.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I exclaimed, hugging her tightly and grasping her small feet in one hand.

"Go away, now you remember Mommy? Go find your pretty colleague!"

My jealousy was still so strong; I'd better express it through actions! I thought to myself, slipping my left hand under my mother's legs and wrapping my right arm around her back, pulling her exquisite body into my arms as I headed towards the bedroom. My mother playfully protested, kicking her plump legs wildly, arousing a surge of lust within me. My mother

still refused to let me undress her with the light on, much to my disappointment. In the dark, I climbed on top of her and tried to kiss her lips. But to my surprise, she wouldn't even let me kiss her mouth today. My hand barely touched her breasts before she slapped it hard.

My mother is quite stubborn, and it's hard to do what she doesn't allow. I couldn't very well rape her, could I? My desire gradually subsided, and I was genuinely tired today, so I had no choice but to give up and crawl into bed naked. I felt a little annoyed that my mother had been so pampered in just a few days, and I stubbornly refused to pull her hand to my penis.

In the darkness, my mother turned her back to me, her buttocks pushing me away slightly as she took off her cheongsam. There was nothing I could do; I'd try to appease her tomorrow.

"...Waaah...waaah..." I heard my mother sobbing softly as I drifted off to sleep. My heart softened, and I turned around to hug her smooth, bare back. "Mom, what's wrong? Who were you arguing with all night?"

"Waaah...do you think Mom's too old..."

It's just a female colleague; is it really necessary to make such a fuss? I yawned and softly comforted my mother, the sweet words I'd said countless times before flying into her ears again.

Under my gentle whispers, my mother gradually calmed down, and her hand reached from behind to grasp my penis.

"Mom, I love you, you're my heart and soul, forever..."

"Mommy loves you too, forever..."

Mom obediently turned me around, her tongue willingly entering my mouth, our tongues intertwining as if making a vow never to be separated.

I wrapped my left arm around Mom, and with the other hand, I gently squeezed her bare breast, while my right leg instinctively slipped between her legs. The moment I touched that forbidden area, I suddenly felt a damp, hairy sensation above my knee. Oh my god! Had Mom secretly taken off her underwear?

Mom noticed my surprise, her lips leaving my tongue's sucking, and she whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, "What other women can give you, Mommy will give you too!" I could hardly believe my eyes, and my right hand reached down to Mommy's crotch. Sure enough, beneath the curly pubic hair, a stream of moisture. Tonight, Mommy was completely naked, seemingly ready to give me every inch of her skin.

"Mommy, can I really touch?" I hesitated.

"Yes! Haven't you always longed for all of Mommy..." Mommy's voice trembled noticeably.

Oh! It was wonderful. My mother's nipple was in my mouth, and my fingers slid from her clitoris through her vulva, down to her perineum, and then to her anus. After gently rubbing her perineum for a while, I inserted my fingers into her vagina. As soon as I entered, she squeezed her thighs together and contracted her vaginal muscles. I could clearly feel the pressure of her vaginal walls. The warm, wet sensation conveyed my mother's love...

My fingers were covered in her love juice. I slowly inserted my index and middle fingers together along the tender vaginal walls, while my thumb gently scratched her clitoris. "...Mmm..." My mother's soft moans were as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and her small hand holding my penis intensified its caresses. Her vaginal fluid soaked her labia, leaving my hand covered in sticky fluid.

I listened carefully to my mother's breathing, feeling every subtle change in her body. My mother curled one leg up, rubbing her foot against the sheets, her knee unconsciously squeezing my hand. Her vagina was still contracting and relaxing, initially clearly to please me, but now it was writhing due to excitement. Mom turned her head to the side, biting the pillowcase between her teeth, trying to suppress her breathing.

I was so eager to see her aroused expression that I suddenly reached for and switched on the bedside lamp.

"Ah… what are you doing? You're cheating, Mommy's not coming…" Mom jumped, covering her face with her hands, her little feet pounding the bed.

"Mommy, can I see your body?!" I yanked the blanket off. Mom was both anxious and ashamed, turning over and pressing herself tightly against the bed, burying her face deeply.

I touched and kissed her every day, completely relying on my senses to imagine her body in the dark. Now I could finally see that alluring flesh clearly, even if it was only her back. Mom's hands were still buried under her face, her slender shoulder blades protruding, making her appear delicate and elegant. Beautiful curves extended along her smooth back, becoming rounded just past her narrow waist, her full buttocks white and smooth, full of allure. A small tuft of pubic hair was faintly visible in her cleft.

I gazed greedily at her trembling body, my penis swollen and about to burst. I lay on my mother's back, gently biting her earlobe.

"You little rascal, what are you doing? Turn off the light..."

"Didn't Mom just promise me?"

"But I didn't tell you to turn on the light!... Waaah... You're all grown up and you're so disobedient..."

"No! I want to see your body, I want to penetrate Mom's pussy..."

My chest pressed tightly against my mother's naked, smooth back, straddling her plump, snow-white buttocks, my glans rubbing back and forth at her cleft. Her juices flowed from her slit, making my penis glisten.

"Mom, I'm going in..."

My mother clenched her teeth, her delicate body trembling, seemingly well-prepared for my penetration.

I arched my back slightly, pinched the head of my penis, parted the pubic hair, and, ignoring the resistance of her labia, inserted the head of my penis into the little hole I had longed for. The head of my penis burrowed into the tender flesh, enveloped by her engorged labia. Ah, so good! Finally, I entered my mother's beautiful paradise, my whole body trembling, I cried out in excitement.

My mother buried her head even deeper, probably thinking it was my first time having sex with a woman, hence her ecstatic expression. Taking advantage of my overwhelming pleasure, she subtly raised her buttocks slightly, and the head of my penis was smoothly guided into her vagina.

I caught this subtle movement…

I thrust my hips forward, my testicles pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks, and my penis slowly slid in.

My mother knew her vagina was looser than a virgin's. To please me, she squeezed her legs together, desperately pressing her vaginal walls, which narrowed under the external pressure, tightly enveloping my head of my penis. My glans throbbed incessantly inside her burning pussy, and I almost couldn't hold back from ejaculating.

Although I couldn't penetrate very deep, my mother's technique made her pussy feel narrow and tight. I lay on my mother's back, my hands encircling her firm breasts, my mouth parting her curly hair to kiss her pink neck, and my hips began to thrust in and out.

For nearly 10 minutes, I lay on my mother's back, slowly and gently pulling my penis out and then thrusting it in again. After the initial excitement of penetrating my mother's pussy subsided, I began to consider how to enjoy this feast of flesh.

Why wasn't my mother moaning? Was she shy? Or was I thrusting too lightly, failing to arouse her desire...? I supported my upper body with my hands, increasing the force of my thrusts, my lower abdomen repeatedly hitting my mother's buttocks.

Because my mother's legs were together and her full buttocks were upturned, my penis couldn't penetrate very deeply. Eager for greater stimulation, I gently lifted my mother's body, spreading her knees so she could kneel on the bed. Mom didn't comply, but she didn't resist much either. Her head remained pressed against the sheet, her buttocks raised high, her two white, tender breasts half hanging in the air and half pressed under her body.

My penis shallowly thrust in and out of Mom's vagina, so shallowly that it slipped out several times. The glans circled and rubbed near her labia minora, occasionally teasing her clitoris. After a while, Mom's vagina felt itchy and numb, wishing my penis would penetrate deep into her vagina. Although Mom still tried to hold back her moans, her buttocks involuntarily pressed against my lower abdomen, hoping to swallow more of my penis.

My penis hadn't penetrated deep enough, and Mom was getting impatient with my teasing. I spread Mom's buttocks apart, revealing the pink flesh inside. The tender flesh walls were moistened by her own secretions, and the slit opened and closed with the trembling of her buttocks, seemingly silently enticing my penis to go all the way in.

My mother knelt on the bed, and I knelt behind her, my hands tightly gripping her slender waist. This lewd scene had haunted my mind countless times; my first ejaculation had occurred in this fantasy. Now, through my efforts, this scene had finally become a reality. My mother's plump buttocks would henceforth be my plaything for my indulgence.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I no longer hesitated. Holding my breath, I gripped my mother's buttocks firmly and thrust with all my might, my glans piercing her vulva like lightning, reaching her very core.

"...Uh..." My mother cried out softly at the sudden, forceful thrust. This cry heralded a new chapter in our illicit sexual encounter throughout the long night.

I thrust fiercely, my mother's hair flying, sweat streaming down her forehead. Irregular breathing was interspersed with barely perceptible moans. I slowly withdrew my penis, leaving it at the entrance of her vulva, rotating it several times in all directions, paying particular attention to her sensitive clitoris. After gently scraping the tender vaginal walls a few times with the glans, I thrust it deep into her vagina, the entire length of my thick, hard penis disappearing with force.

Each time my penis touched the cervix deep inside, it was accompanied by my mother's alluring moans. And when the opening was tickled, my mother would eagerly lean back. It seems that "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one" is indeed a woman's nemesis; no matter how dignified and virtuous a woman is normally, this move will awaken the lust deep within her.

My mother completely abandoned her restraint; her slender waist twisted like a water snake, her plump buttocks pressing desperately against my lower abdomen, as if trying to suck my penis into her body. Sometimes moaning, sometimes panting, my strength surged forth, forgetting the concept of fast or slow thrusts, recklessly pounding against the snow-white, alluring buttocks before me.

"Mom, is it comfortable?" I leaned forward, panting on my mother's shoulder.

"...Mmm...Mommy...Ah...So good...Mmm..." My waist didn't slacken at all. My short sentence was interrupted several times by the continuous, violent thrusts to my lower body, her response broken and fragmented.

My mother's buttocks were bruised and red from my rough handling, and the sweat seeping from her waist made my palms wet from the twisting motions, almost making it difficult to hold her smooth, round buttocks. I turned my mother's delicate body over to face me, pulled her two long, beautiful legs over my shoulders, lowered my body slightly, and thrust my waist again, penetrating her vagina.

The bedside lamp wasn't very bright, but it clearly displayed my mother's shy expression before my eyes. Our bodies were now intertwined, and my mother knew that tonight I would definitely fulfill all my fantasies of the past years, indulging myself on her. Her face was full of allure, but she turned her head to the side, avoiding my gaze.

My penis was busily thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina. I turned her head, her lustful gaze mirroring her shy, embarrassed expression. At that moment, my mother was like a lamb to the slaughter, her brow furrowed, her mouth opening and closing with the rhythm of my thrusts, her large breasts bouncing wildly.

I grabbed her small feet, which were dangling from my shoulders, and took them into my mouth. Each delicate, pink toe was licked until red, my nose pressed against the soles, my tongue sliding down to her heels. My mother's laughter, mixed with moans, seemed to encourage me, and I stretched out my tongue, licking the creases of her feet even more vigorously.

Her small feet emitted a faint fragrance, her bright rose-colored toenails constantly arousing my desire. My mother's delicate feet were covered in my greedy saliva. The sound of my penis churning the vaginal fluids grew louder and louder, soaking a large patch of the sheets. When my lips left my mother's sexy little feet, she was already sweating profusely from my penetration…

“Mom, hold onto my neck!” I leaned down and lowered my head. My mother, panting heavily, obediently wrapped her jade-like arms around my neck. “Hold on tight, don’t let go…”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make Mom fly…” Before the words were finished, my mother was already airborne, her beautiful legs curled up and resting on my arms, her buttocks supported by my hands as they rose and fell in the air.

“Ouch… it’s… so deep… ooh…” I almost threw my mother’s delicate body upwards, catching part of the force of her fall, while most of the force was completely absorbed by my erect penis. My mother cried out loudly, perhaps more satisfied than in pain! Although my mother wasn’t heavy, her entire weight was supported by my arms and penis, and soon my hands also felt numb. But seeing my mother’s hair flying and her moans as I fucked her, I couldn’t bear to put down this alluring body.

"Ugh...Mommy...I can't take it anymore..." After a series of vigorous thrusts, as my arms could no longer support my mother's weight, she suddenly pressed her body against my chest, pressing down hard on my shoulders, rendering me immobile. I felt a spasm in her, her vagina suddenly tightening, the tender flesh inside clamping down on my glans. My mother opened her mouth and bit my shoulder, her clitoris trembling wildly, a surge of fluid washing over my throbbing glans.

For about a month since we had been intimately connected, my mother had first used her fingers to stimulate me, then her mouth to perform oral sex, and later her breasts had been penetrated by my penis. But each time, it was always me who ejaculated with unbridled pleasure; my mother had never experienced passion. But today, I finally brought my mother to orgasm.

"Mom, did it feel good?" I asked with a mischievous grin, my head pressed against her forehead.

"Don't ask... ugh... you're so naughty!" The blush of her orgasm was still clearly visible on her face as she shyly avoided my burning gaze.

My arms were already numb, so I took the opportunity to gently put her down. I lay down on my side next to her, her back to me, one of her beautiful legs raised high, my glans sliding into her vagina as I thrust in and out again.

"You little rascal, where did you learn so many positions... ah..." Mom let out a helpless yet ecstatic moan, her body desperately responding to my thrusts.

"Mom, making love with you is so blissful, Mom's body is so sexy, tsk tsk..." My lower body didn't relax at all, fully enjoying Mom's beautiful body.

Mom's forehead was covered in sweat, after her orgasm, I fucked her for almost half an hour. "Ugh... it's all Mommy's fault... I helped you recover... and now I'm torturing Mommy... ouch..."

Actually, I was also close to the point of having to ejaculate, at this point I was gritting my teeth, barely holding on with sheer brute force. "Mom, I...I'm almost done...phew..." He finished speaking breathlessly, and a thick stream of semen sprayed into his mother's womb... The immense satisfaction overwhelmed his physical exhaustion.

That night, Mom and I indulged in repeated acts of passion until 3:00 AM before finally falling into a deep sleep.

"You must be a gift from God to Mommy..." Mom clung to me, pouting and whispering sweetly in my ear.

I sighed softly; it seemed I couldn't concentrate on my book anymore. I tossed it aside and hugged Mom. But a bitter feeling lingered in my heart. Since our intimate contact with each other's genitals, Mom had become increasingly unreasonable. She talked twice as much nonsense as usual, and whenever I wasn't paying attention to her, she would actively interrupt everything I did.

Men and women are completely different creatures. Women can live on love; they can give up everything in the world except love. Can men do that? Men need other things besides love: career, reputation, status... too many things. At the very least, a man should be thinking about how to make his loved one's life better... I pondered how to tell Mom this. This should have been an elder admonishing a younger generation, but now it seems the roles are reversed. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle…

“Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Talk to Mommy! You've only been here a few days and you're already complaining about Mommy?” Mom said coquettishly, relentlessly.

“Mommy, I was just reading a book for a while, how could I ignore you?”

“Exactly, exactly, you haven't looked at Mommy since you came back today, is the book more interesting than Mommy?”

*Cough*… I laughed out loud. “Mommy, are you just trying to make conversation? If your tongue is so bored… then… hehe…” I grinned wickedly and pressed Mommy's head between my legs.

Mommy lowered her upper body, like a docile kitten lying between my legs, her nimble tongue gliding in circles over my glans, occasionally making a “hissing” sound from her mouth. Touching Mommy's curly hair, looking at her infatuated expression, the slight displeasure from before had long since vanished. It turns out, I love my mother so deeply…

“Mom, tell me if it hurts…”

“Mmm!” My tongue left my mother’s anus, which had been licked until it was slightly red, and I held her slender waist, slowly inserting the head of my penis into her tender anus. The anal muscles tightened and gripped the head of my penis, and with my mother’s cooperation, the entire penis went into her rectum. The scene of my first anal sex with my mother came back to my mind. The pain, more intense than when I lost my virginity, brought tears to my mother’s eyes, but her eyes clearly told me that as long as I liked it, my mother was willing to do anything for me…

Her rectum embraced the penis’s sometimes tight and sometimes slow thrusting inside her. After several anal sex sessions, my mother was able to find pleasure in this alternative form of intercourse. Amidst her moans, my mother’s snow-white, plump buttocks became my favorite. My mother’s buttocks wiggled, and she would occasionally turn her head to look at me. My expression told her how excited I was at that moment. Encouraged, my mother endured the soreness in her rectum, tightening her anus until I ejaculated into her intestines.

The glans slid out, the anus still open, the rectal wall crimson like blood, mixed with a trace of milky white semen.

The bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, even the balcony—all had been our battlegrounds. Nourished by sex, my mother's ovaries regained their vitality, her estrogen levels increased significantly, and the so-called menopause quietly slipped away in these passionate, carnal days. Now I'm 24 and my mother is 44, but our physical needs for each other haven't diminished at all. My mother's figure is still so graceful, and she remains incredibly alluring in bed. Holding my beautiful mother's buttocks and thrusting—perhaps these are the happiest moments of my life…

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