My mature mother

Chapter One,

"Knock, knock, knock." Before I could respond, my father pushed open the door and came in, asking, "Have you seen your mother?

I haven't seen her since breakfast." Although the desk was large enough, and its placement meant that even if someone came to my room right in front of it, they couldn't see my lower body hidden by the desk, I still subconsciously straightened my posture and answered casually, "No, uh... did she go to the supermarket downstairs?" However, while speaking, my eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and I didn't dare to look directly at my father.

My father didn't suspect anything, said "Oh," and prepared to leave.

A thought struck me, and I secretly reached between my legs and pressed, while calling out to my father, "Um, Dad, what did you want to see Mom about?" Feeling the warm, moist sensation on my penis and the slow, knowing thrusting, I closed my eyes contentedly, so much so that I completely ignored the slight pain from a pair of delicate hands pinching my thigh. However, I wasn't going to let this "insubordination" go unpunished. Before my father could turn around, I thrust my hips forward twice.

My father turned back and said, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask if she watered the flowers today. If not, I'm going up to water them now." Feeling my crotch throb, I said to my father, "Oh, I remember Mom already watered them today. I ran into her on the roof; she said she was going up to water them." "Oh," my father nodded. "Then I won't go up. I'm going to Old Sun's to play cards. Tell your mother when you see her. Don't just eat, sleep, and play computer games all day during your vacation; it's good to get some exercise." I nodded in agreement, and my father left the study.

Hearing the living room door close, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I patted the woman who was still obediently sucking on my penis: "Alright, you heard it too... Dad went out, now you can relax. Come out—Mom!" Yes, you heard right and I didn't misspell it. The woman I had pinned down and who was giving me oral sex was my mother, the woman who, in the normal sense, was the least likely to have a physical relationship with me.

My mother looked up, her watery eyes full of lust, and scolded, "You naughty child, you love to do these nerve-wracking things. Your dad was about to leave your room, but you deliberately called him back. And that's not all, you made me keep moving. What if your dad found out? You'd be dead!" As she spoke, she flicked my still erect penis with her finger.

I chuckled and reached out to fondle my mother's full, slightly sagging breasts, casually replying, "With my dad's careless nature, he would have noticed long ago if he wanted to. Besides, don't you like excitement too? Look at your legs!" My mother looked down and saw obvious wetness on the inside of her two long, slender thighs encased in flesh-colored open-crotch stockings, and she was speechless.

I laughed, "Mom, let's not get into those fancy stuff. Come on, give me a good sucking. I was afraid of making a sound earlier, so I didn't dare to do deep throat. Now that Dad's not here, I'm going to have some fun!" With that, I turned my large computer chair around, plopped down, spread my legs wide, and beckoned to my mother, my bulging penis pointing diagonally towards the sky, eager to enter her warm, moist mouth.

My mother laughed, "Look at you, acting like a big shot!" But her beautiful eyes, almost dripping with lust, were filled with the same desire as mine, staring intently at my swaggering, menacing penis, without the slightest hint of displeasure.

She had just taken a step when I quickly pointed to the ground.

My mother rolled her eyes at me, but ultimately obediently crawled towards me on all fours, swaying her round, plump buttocks. Her rosy lips, about to be ravaged by me, kept muttering, but I didn't hear a word. It was nothing more than the little brat's love of tormenting his mother; I was just excitedly watching the alluring waves of her buttocks swaying in her flesh-gray stockings, and my already throbbing penis couldn't help but twitch twice.

Those few steps felt like hours to my mother. When she finally reached me, she had barely raised her head and uttered a single "I..." when I impatiently grabbed her hair and shoved her down to my crotch. My already painfully hard penis forced its way through her red lips and shoved it in, plunging her mouth deep into her cherry-like lips.

Feeling the intense pleasure of her throat tightening around my burning penis due to the force of the foreign object, I held her down tightly, suppressing her violent struggles. Several seconds later, I released her, allowing my penis to withdraw from her mouth.

My mother immediately coughed violently, seemingly coughing up not only saliva but also stomach acid.

After a while, my mother calmed down and angrily slapped me: "You little beast, trying to kill your mother?!" I chuckled as I took the slap, then pulled my mother onto my lap, lovingly kneading her plump buttocks and beautiful legs. The smooth, silky texture of her pantyhose combined with her fleshy curves created an ultimate pleasure that was greater than the sum of its parts. I explained with a grin, "Mom, you're so sexy and alluring. Besides, I haven't ejaculated since yesterday, I'm practically bursting with pent-up desire. If you keep swaying your breasts and buttocks as you crawl over here, I just can't hold back anymore." My mother clearly enjoyed this, rubbing her full thighs against my erect penis and leaning in for a sweet kiss.

I savored the taste of her red lips and tongue, then made her kneel before me to give me oral sex.

My mother's nimble, soft tongue circled the thick shaft, her small mouth open in an "O" shape, diligently swallowing and spitting out the penis, occasionally giving me a deep throat, making me gasp with pleasure.

Feeling it was about time, I signaled for my mother to stop. She knelt on the ground with her back to me, her plump buttocks, encased in flesh-gray semi-transparent open-crotch stockings, raised high, accompanied by slow, gentle swaying. Her beautiful face, half-turned, was full of desire, and her crotch was already wet, even her delicate brown anus glistening with moisture.

Satisfied, I inserted my index finger into my mother's alluring anus and probed a few times. My mother twisted her hips, let out two low moans, and obediently raised her full, white, peach-shaped buttocks even higher to facilitate my ravaging hands.

I assumed a horse stance, grasped my mother's buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart, and pressed my large, purple glans against her small anus, slowly and forcefully inserting it.

Although I had lubricated beforehand, and my mother's anus had been used for almost a year since I "explored" it, she still involuntarily tensed up every time my thick penis was inserted into her rear.

Her anus was already tighter than her vagina, and this unconscious exertion made it incredibly pleasurable for me every time. The tight, hot sensation was quite different from penetrating her vagina, so now I basically ejaculate inside her rectum every day, which makes her tease me about whether I'm gay.

"Hmph," I thought, if I were gay, I probably wouldn't be the one cuckolding my dad.

Having done it before, after my mother's tight anus finally swallowed my entire glans, it was much easier to insert the shaft from behind. I kneaded my mother's silk-stockinged buttocks with both hands, my legs pressed against her plump, long, silk-stockinged legs, enjoying the soft, smooth texture of the stockings against her skin, and the pleasure of my penis being gripped tightly by her tight, warm anus.

After slowly thrusting in and out a few dozen times until my mother relaxed, I began to exert force with my waist, straddling my mother's high, plump buttocks, my thick, long penis pounding into her anus as swiftly as a pile driver.

The wardrobe mirror reflected a scene of debauchery: "A middle-aged woman with ample breasts and a large bottom, clad only in sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose with openwork details, knelt on the floor. One hand reached down to her crotch, stimulating her erect clitoris, greedily craving a young, hot penis like a thirsty female beast. A boy with a youthful face straddled the mature woman's plump buttocks, ravaging her anus with his almost adult-sized penis, while his hands kneaded and played with her plump, silk-clad buttocks that were being repeatedly pounded." The two people engaged in the most intimate physical contact were also the most intimate people in the world: "Mother and son."

"Slowly, as I was fucking my mother's anus, I bent down, my hands moving from her stockinged legs and plump buttocks to her large breasts. Because of the kneeling position, her full breasts were almost touching the ground, and her already erect nipples would occasionally rub against the ground as I thrust into her.

I played with my mother's beautiful breasts, which I should have never seen again after weaning. Although they didn't fascinate me as much as her long, stockinged legs, they still felt quite nice to the touch—soft, large, and textured, like ripe peaches. No wonder my father would complain when my mother wore slightly low-cut clothes, always feeling that she was showing too much breast—the key is that my mother's D-cup is considered huge in China, and even a little bit of exposed breasts is enough to attract attention."

Actually, he hasn't even seen the outfits I've prescribed for my mother when he's not home. If the old man saw them, he'd be speechless. Compared to those revealing clothes, my mother's everyday attire is nothing short of conservative. At most, others would be slightly amazed. Besides, people these days have seen it all. A mature woman like my mother can only truly be appreciated in bed.

Of course, my father is a typical post-50s generation, born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze. He's traditional and old-fashioned. Every time the temperature rises, the old man sighs about "the world going to the dogs" and such whenever he goes out. So, my mother usually dresses much more conservatively than those eighteen, nineteen, or twenty-year-old girls—to be honest, if she were to show too much skin, not only would the old man be furious, but I'd be jealous too.

Uh, I digress. Let's get back to the beautiful flesh beneath me. As I leaned down and straddled my mother's smooth, bare back, I thrust into her tight anus while fondling her wonderfully full breasts, occasionally pulling her nipples long. This caused my mother, immersed in the carnal pleasure of her son's rough anal sex, to let out a low moan or two of pain. My

dark, thick penis thrust back and forth between my mother's two smooth, jade-like buttocks. This lewd scene made me feel waves of pleasure wash over me quickly. I felt that if I continued at this pace, I would ejaculate soon. With a "pop," I pulled out my penis.

My mother's originally tightly closed anus was stretched round and could not close immediately, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

I patted my mother's shapely buttocks, encased in stockings, with a satisfied air: "Mom, should I shoot my first shot in your ass or your pussy today?" My mother replied breathlessly, "I'll shoot it in your ass,... Your dad will probably be sleeping at home today, in case he wants to... If you shoot it in your pussy, the old man might find out." I scoffed: "The old man just flew back yesterday, how come he has such good interest and... stamina?" As I spoke, I gave my mother's round, silky buttocks a light pat.

My mother let out a soft "Ouch!" and wriggled her hips in dissatisfaction. "Little one, be gentle. Although your dad doesn't usually make those kinds of requests anymore, the old man sometimes... touches and scratches with his hands. Even if you don't realize it's your good son who's cuckolding you, your mother has no chance!" "Ha, the old man's quite the doer!" I chuckled. It seemed the old man was still quite fascinated by my mother's alluring figure. Unfortunately, age catches up with him; he's almost 60, while my mother is in her prime, like a wolf or a tiger. The old man has always been hesitant to start a relationship, mainly because he's afraid of not being able to satisfy her. Although my mother wouldn't say anything, for a man, there's nothing more embarrassing than facing a sexually frustrated, sexy wife and being unable to satisfy her. So ever since I got my hands on my mother, I've been signaling her to refuse my father's occasional advances. My father, however, never really had the air of a head of the household in bed with my mother. After being rejected a few times, he basically gave up on the idea. I never expected the old man to have this skill... well, he definitely used his hands.

"By the way, what if my dad gets aroused and gets hard while touching me?" I asked casually, following in my father's footsteps, as I began to tease my mother's warm, moist vulva.

"What can we do? After all, you're a couple. We can't let your dad hold back. But the old man usually only lasts ten or twenty thrusts before he ejaculates, unlike you. Besides, your dad has to wear a condom." My mother also reached out and slowly stroked my wet penis, her warm, slightly rough fingertips occasionally scraping the sensitive glans.

After resting for a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate subside a bit, and I stood up, still holding my erect penis. "Mom, let's try the position like in that comic we saw that time... I thought it was really exciting when I saw it, and I've always wanted to try it!" My mother nodded obediently, stood up, straightened her legs and spread them apart, leaning her upper body forward until her hands... touched The ground, combined with the seven-centimeter heels on her silk stockings, revealed the mother's remarkable flexibility. Of course, this was also due to her consistently excellent figure—slender waist, full breasts, long legs, and shapely hips.

Exposing all her female genitalia, she wore only flesh-gray semi-transparent open-crotch pantyhose that covered her rounded hips and long, beautiful legs, paired with black patent leather pointed-toe lace-up heels. On all fours, her delicate anus and flesh-red labia glistened with moisture between her high, full buttocks. Her long, flowing hair obscured her flushed face, and her soft, full breasts trembled slightly with her breath, the erect nipples revealing her complete arousal. Such a woman, inside and out… The mature woman, exuding the scent of intercourse, posed in such a submissive posture, undoubtedly giving me, as her son, a tremendous sense of male conquest and satisfaction.

I walked behind my mother, firmly grasping her shapely buttocks, my fingers digging deep into her plump flesh, this time my penis aimed directly at her honeypot. Although it hadn't been used as often as her anus, I was still quite familiar with it. I barely even looked down; my entire thick penis easily slid into my mother's already soaked honeypot. Although it lacked the tight grip of anal penetration, it was wet and hot inside, with multiple layers of openings, especially the sudden rise in my mother's seductive moans and complete possession after my penis entered. The satisfaction of my mother returning to her sacred paradise always captivated me.

There was no need to wait for her to adjust before I started, especially since her honeypot was practically overflowing with desire. I immediately began thrusting in and out with powerful, rhythmic strokes, my legs pressed tightly against her long, beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, savoring the pleasure of the friction against the stockings during my thrusts. For a moment, the entire room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the squelching of my penis entering and exiting her overflowing honeypot, mingled with my mother's increasingly intense moans, the occasional cries of "Ah, ah, harder!", my heavy breathing, and low growls of "Mommy, Mommy," creating a scene of immoral and perverse passion.

I thrust into her nearly a hundred times in one go, a tingling sensation spreading through my glans. My mother knew I was about to ejaculate, and with a struggle, she turned her head and said, "Don't forget, you can't ejaculate in front." I didn't have time to reply, just nodded and thrust hard into the depths of her vagina a few more times.

My mother's legs went weak and she almost collapsed, but thankfully I had already moved my arms around her waist. After a few more thrusts, I suddenly pulled out my menacing penis and quickly inserted it into my mother's soft, moist anus. With a few forceful thrusts and a low growl, my penis slammed deep into her rectum, and large gushes of semen shot into her rectum.

As I squinted, savoring the pleasure of ejaculation, I teased my mother, "Mom, ever since I fucked your ass, you probably haven't had any constipation, right?" My mother contracted her anus forcefully, sending a shiver down my spine. She said in a coquettish voice, "You have the nerve to say that? After you little thing fucked my ass the first time, I had to change my underwear even for a sneeze. I couldn't sit properly for days, and I felt uncomfortable walking. When your dad asked, I had to tell him it was a hemorrhoid flare-up." I pushed my still-erect penis forcefully into my mother's tight anus, continuing to play with her silky buttocks and beautiful legs, until my penis completely softened before letting it slide out of her now-closed anus.

My mother collapsed weakly onto the floor, exhausted yet satisfied.

I stretched, then picked up my mother and carried her to the bathroom. "The floor's still a bit chilly. Let me take care of you and carry you to the shower." Although my mother was tall and voluptuous, she still looked petite next to my 1.8-meter frame, so carrying her wasn't too difficult.

We spent over half an hour in the bathroom, washing away the sweat and the smell of our lovemaking. Of course, I also licked her breasts and groped her genitals, but since I had just ejaculated, my penis wasn't hard enough to actually mount her. However, she was still panting heavily, and when she came out of the bathroom, her eyes were glazed and her legs were weak.

Looking at the time, it was only a little past 8:30. My mother lazily said she wanted to go to bed for a nap.

I chuckled and pinched her plump buttocks. "You're all weak from being fucked by your son, aren't you?" My mother rolled her eyes at me and went to her room to sleep.

I stretched, feeling a little sleepy myself. Last night I played games until almost 1 a.m., and just now I released my pent-up emotions on my mother. Now that I'm relaxed, my eyelids are really sticky, so I just followed my mother and crawled onto the big bed in the master bedroom.

My mother was surprised. "Why are you lying here? Go back to your own room to sleep, otherwise if the old man sees you when you get back, he'll nag you for ages." My mother and I have always had a very good relationship. The old man only thinks it's a deep mother-son bond. He would never have imagined that two years ago, that mother-son relationship had been mixed with lust. So my mother isn't worried that my father will think of incest when he sees us lying in bed together. But my father will definitely say that my mother spoils me too much and that I, a grown man, am always clinging to my mother like a child who never grew up. So my mother still wants to kick me off the bed.

I clung to my mother's soft waist, refusing to let go: "Dad said he went to Uncle Sun's house to play cards, and he probably won't be back until noon. Besides, even if the old man suddenly comes back... I can still run back to my room in time, blah blah blah..." My mother, used to spoiling me, hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but insisted I put on my pajamas, and she put on a nightgown herself.

I had originally wanted my mother to wear stockings, but she gripped my waist tightly, forcing me to repeat myself while doing so. I was ashamed that I hadn't upheld the spirit of a revolutionary martyr; I surrendered after a little torture.

However, thanks to my persistent insistence, my mother wasn't wearing underwear under her nightgown.

I held my mother's warm, soft body, my lower body pressed against her long, full thighs, and barely managed to squeeze my half-erect penis into her warm, moist vagina before finally falling into a deep sleep, satisfied.

Chapter Two

When I groggily woke up, my mother was no longer in bed. I stretched comfortably and checked the time; it was already past 10 PM—summer vacation is so great! I can stay up all night playing games and then catch up on sleep the next day. Of course, this is something all middle school students across the country can enjoy—what, you're asking about extra classes? This is erotic fiction, dude! Do you think the author would allow such a mood-ruining setting? —But looking across the country, or even the world, there aren't many mothers like my mom who satisfy their son's sexual fantasies, hehe!

It seems Dad hasn't come back from playing cards yet, so I simply walked out of my parents' bedroom naked. Speaking of which, since retiring, the old man has been idle. Thanks to my mother and my vigorous encouragement, he finally developed a love for the national pastime of mahjong, and even formed a mahjong partner with Old Sun, who retired a year earlier than him. It's funny to think about it now. Back then, he and Lao Sun were both deputy directors in the bureau. They were openly and secretly fighting for the director's position, sabotaging each other countless times. Three years ago, Lao Sun reached retirement age, and the old man was overjoyed for several nights. But the following year, he too reached retirement age, and like Lao Sun, he left without ever getting a full-fledged position.

After the two old buddies were both idle at home, they often bumped into each other at the community's card room because they lived in the same neighborhood. Before long, they became good buddies—or, according to his mother, neither of them were good people, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten along. In short, the two became best buddies, and their cooperation in the community card room was surprisingly tacit. So even last year, when Lao Sun moved in with his son, his father still drove halfway across the city to find him to play cards. My father came back boasting that the two old men had taken over 60% of the mahjong parlors near his son's apartment complex—meaning more than half of them had blacklisted them. The main problem was that the two old men were shameless; if they were going to cheat, they'd at least be discreet, but instead, they'd bet big hands like they were free, and anyone with a brain could see through the deception. But they seemed to enjoy it immensely, with my father driving them around the city's various mahjong parlors every day.

To be honest, I wholeheartedly support my father's efforts: this would greatly increase the time I could spend alone with my mother, and I could never get tired of admiring her beautiful figure.

There was no one inside; judging by the slippers by the door, my mother had probably gone to the market. I peered out the living room window for a while, and sure enough, I soon saw my mother appear downstairs, carrying several bags. I sat by the window, admiring my mother's graceful figure. This time, she wore a light blue, sleeveless cheongsam with a floral print, which accentuated her voluptuous and tall figure with alluring curves. She wore sheer flesh-colored stockings from Wolford and silver peep-toe high-heeled sandals, a look that was neither ostentatious nor lacking in mature feminine charm. I couldn't help but secretly praise myself: a beautiful, mature woman like my mother and a cheongsam, stockings, and high heels were indeed a perfect match. The outfit I suggested was absolutely the icing on the cake, adding fuel to the fire. My mother had studied dance before, and her walk was graceful and swaying. Combined with the glimpses of her shimmering pink stockings peeking out from the cheongsam's slit as she moved, I couldn't help but feel incredibly fortunate. Of course, my mother is almost forty. Although she lives a life of luxury and takes good care of herself, she has crow's feet around her eyes and forehead, and her full, large breasts only appear slightly saggy thanks to the support of her bra. She also has a bit of extra fat on her lower abdomen. But these minor imperfections only make me, a womanizer, even more fascinated by my mother's feminine charm.

My mother opened the door and came into the house, completely unaware that I was already up. She put down what she was carrying and bent down to change her shoes.

I don't know if women always bend over to change their shoes without squatting—I always either squat or sit on the floor or just step on the shoes when I change mine. However, the way my mother bent over with her hands on the door frame was a feast for my eyes: this posture not only made my mother's waist and hips look exceptionally slim, but it also revealed almost her entire stockinged legs from the opening of her cheongsam. Those with good eyesight could even see the lace trim at the heel of her stockings.

I silently approached my mother from behind, then suddenly grabbed her slender waist, my now-erect and erect penis pressing against her round buttocks, half the head of my penis sinking into her soft flesh. My mother was clearly startled by my sudden attack, opening her mouth to cry out. I swiftly covered her mouth, whispering in her ear with a smile, "Mom, it's me." My mother's tense body relaxed, and she turned to glare at me, "You brat, always so irresponsible… Ah! Why aren't you dressed yet?!" My hands unceremoniously unbuttoned the clasps under my mother's arms, reaching inside her clothes and fondling her full breasts through her lace bra. At the same time, I shifted my hips, thrusting my erect penis between her legs, rubbing it against her legs encased in sheer stockings, completely ignoring her complaints.

My mother slapped away my hand that was groping her chest. "Put your clothes on quickly, it's past ten o'clock, your dad might be back any minute." I squinted, enjoying the sensation of my hot penis rubbing against my mother's soft, delicate legs in stockings. My hands relentlessly resumed groping her breasts, and I replied casually, "Mom, aren't you worrying too much? Every time the old man goes to play cards, he goes out in the morning and doesn't come back until evening. Besides, you go out to buy groceries dressed so sexily, how can I not be driven mad?! Men, when they're in heat, they don't care about anything else!" My mother chuckled. "You, a half-grown boy, consider yourself a man? Stop joking with me, let go of my hands and let me cook. Even if your dad isn't back, we still need to eat." I wasn't going to... Yi, with one hand reaching between my mother's legs, pulled aside her black lace panties and went straight for her vitals. "Whether I'm a man or not, Mom, you know best. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you now." I skillfully probed my mother's warm, moist vulva a few times, and I could clearly feel my fingertips getting wet. Leaning against my chest, my mother's breathing became heavier, and her plain face flushed red. She murmured, "Then hurry up, in a little while... um, oh... Mom... ah, I still have to cook... um... ~~" My mother, aroused, knew that I definitely wouldn't give up until I released my desire. Besides, it was common for me to drag her to have sex whenever the mood struck. So, my mother obediently put her hands on the wall by the door, sticking her plump, ripe buttocks high up. Too lazy to undress my mother, I simply lifted the back of her cheongsam, freeing one of her legs from her black lace panties. I then parted her round, white buttocks and expertly inserted my throbbing, hot penis between her thick, moist labia.

With a suppressed, alluring moan from her, I let out a long sigh, pausing briefly to savor the warm, soft flesh inside her vagina. I kneaded her soft, smooth buttocks and her exceptionally tender, clean vulva after her pubic hair was shaved. Then I began to thrust vigorously, my thick penis pumping in and out of her vagina without any finesse. My legs pressed tightly against her long, slender legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, the soft rubbing and the tactile sensation of the stockings... Excited, my movements grew increasingly vigorous. My mother's body swayed back and forth from my thrusts, and excited moans escaped her rosy lips: "So good, darling, harder... harder!" Caught up in the moment, I pulled my mother's black lace bra from her clothes while thrusting my penis in and took a deep sniff. I bent down, pressing my entire body against her back, one hand encircling her full, soft belly, the other reaching down to her breasts, wantonly fondling her firm, erect nipples. My

mother turned her head with difficulty, her eyes glazed, and brought her rosy lips to my mouth. I, of course, kissed her without hesitation, fiercely sucking on her smooth, fragrant tongue. Mother and son's lower bodies were tightly joined, their lips and tongues intertwined intensely, only separating after a long while, leaving a trail of erotic fluid in the air.

My mother gradually lost her strength, her legs beginning to weaken. I made my mother kneel on the floor by the door, her fair, plump buttocks raised high. I straddled her voluptuous, luscious buttocks, thrusting my penis into her honeypot with powerful, forceful strokes. Using my weight, I plunged my entire penis in with each thrust, almost squeezing my testicles into her wide-open vagina, relentlessly pounding against her sensitive cervix. In the fiery passion of our lovemaking, my mother let out a series of beautiful, song-like moans. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and her two large breasts swayed back and forth with my thrusts, incredibly alluring. With each powerful thrust, my mother's honeypot emitted bursts of wet sounds, mingling with the sounds of flesh colliding, my mother's moans, and my heavy breathing, creating a room filled with a decadent, sensual atmosphere. To be

honest, making my mother assume such a shameful, submissive position always ignited my lust, but it was also very exhausting. After thrusting hundreds of times, I grabbed my mother's full, white buttocks with both hands, buried my penis deep into her muddy vulva, paused, and gestured for her to change positions.

My mother lay flat on her side on the floor. I lifted one of her beautiful legs until it was at a 90-degree angle to the ground, knelt on her other full, slender thigh, and slowly inserted my penis into her honey hole, which was tighter than before because of her side-lying position. This position was stimulating for both of us; my mother's clitoris was constantly being hit and rubbed during my movements, while I could easily play with my mother's full breasts, shapely buttocks, and beautiful legs.

I placed my mother's shapely legs, clad in stockings, on my shoulders, one hand caressing her breasts and the other kneading her buttocks. At the same time, I turned my head to lick her rounded calves encased in the smooth, silky stockings. The scent of a mature woman, mixed with the sheer stockings, exuded a sensual, cloying fragrance. Soon, almost her entire calf was covered in my wet saliva. To be honest, my mother's stockinged legs were just as alluring to me as her mouth, breasts, vagina, or anus. Before we actually had physical relations, I had already ejaculated a lot on her stockinged legs. Back then, my mother changed stockings two or three times a day. Besides the stockings and pantyhose she took off before each shower, still warm from my body, I would take them back to my room to enjoy. My mother's foot fetish skills also improved significantly during that time.

The smooth, delicate touch on my tongue, combined with the pleasure of my buttocks, testicles, and my mother's plump, stocking-clad legs rubbing against each other as my penis moved beneath me, made my already erect penis swell to the point of throbbing pain. My mother's soft, boneless hand was still stroking my chest, forcing me to temporarily abandon my own movements and instead hug my mother's soft, plump, stocking-clad legs tightly, focusing intently on attacking my mother's nectar-laden vulva.

Soon, I felt waves of tingling sensations running through my penis, as if it were already full of semen, needing to be released.

My mother's eyes were also glazed over, and she murmured between her hips, "Mmm... ah..."

Panting, I said as I thrust my penis forward, "Mom, I'm about to cum!" "Ugh, no... don't cum inside... ah!" Just as I was about to reach my climax, I suppressed the tingling sensation in my glans and quickly pulled out my nectar-covered penis. My swollen penis rubbed against my mother's finely textured, sheer, flesh-colored stockings a few times. Soon, a feeling of almost bursting surged through my engorged penis. I thrust it forward, pressing the glans hard against my mother's soft thigh, and then began to violently ejaculate thick, white semen. Several incredibly pleasurable thrusts later, I ejaculated even more semen than I had that morning, soaking almost my mother's entire plump thigh, and her stockings, of course, became wet and sticky.

A few seconds later, the ejaculation finally ended. My mother, her face flushed, sat up, took off her sticky flesh-colored stockings, and then grabbed a few tissues to wipe her legs and the ground. She then put her bra and panties back on. I sat on the ground, satisfied and languid, watching my mother busy herself.

My mother also took some tissues to wipe my sticky penis clean, but I waved my hand and didn't say anything, pointing to my mother's rosy lips. My mother gave me a disapproving look, but still obediently knelt down in front of me, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and bent down to clean my penis, which was covered in semen and the secretions of both my mother and me, with her mouth.

"Little pervert, are you satisfied now?" After my entire penis was washed by my mother's fragrant saliva, she raised her still flushed face and asked with a smile.

"Yes, thank you, Mom!" I leaned in and kissed my mother's red lips without any disgust, then mischievously rubbed my now-soft penis against my mother's pretty face before jumping up and running to my room. Behind me, I heard my mother's laughing scolding, "Hurry up and put your clothes on, what do you look like naked?"

Chapter 3

After that, I didn't pester my mother anymore. Summer vacation had just begun, there was still a long time, and besides, I had ejaculated twice in the morning, so my little brother was too weak to do anything else to my mother. Of course, rubbing against my mother and taking advantage of her was my number one entertainment that I would never get tired of. At my insistence, my mother changed into a pair of lace-up, four-sided, iron-gray stockings to satisfy my grotesque desires. Although it wasn't truly ecstatic, it left her panting and her eyes practically watering after lunch, her hairless vulva overflowing with nectar, covering my hands. After lunch, my mother made plans to go shopping in the city center with her friends. As for me, I took a nap and then continued playing Dota, logging onto my usual porn site to find a few new movies that interested me and download them. Around 5 PM, my father returned from playing cards, still on the phone excitedly as he walked in, probably bragging to some old friend about his and Old Sun's dominance at the card table.

I went to the kitchen to grab a drink and saw the old man in high spirits. After he hung up the phone, I joked with him

, "Dad, you seem so happy. Did you win a lot today?" "Well, when have I ever won little? Besides, I wasn't really in it for the money, just to pass the time. By the way, where's Mom?" "She went shopping with Aunt Zheng this afternoon and hasn't come back yet. Dad, are you hungry? Shall I heat up the food?" "Let's eat together when Mom gets back." "Okay, I'll call Mom to see when she's coming back." My father went into the bathroom to shower, and I dialed my mother's number: "Mom, it's me. Where are you now... um, when are you coming back?... um, um, okay, Dad's already home. I'll heat up the food first, and you can eat when you're done." Not long after my father finished showering, my mother also arrived home, carrying many bags and packages. My father pursed his lips: "Your wife really knows how to spend money. Every time you go shopping, you buy a ton of stuff, and you always complain that you have nothing to wear. This pink and that honey, the table is piled high with them, and you keep buying more." Before my mother could say anything, I took the things from her hands and said with a smile, "Dad, haven't you heard the truth that a woman's wardrobe is never complete?! Besides, isn't my mom dressing up like this to make you look good? A woman dresses up for the one she loves!" The old man immediately laughed: "My son knows how to talk, he's got a whole set of ideas, good for him!" "That's because you raised me well, like father, like son!" Since I had taken my mother's body, I felt both ashamed and secretly pleased with my father. When I was with him, I would unconsciously chime in and chat with him, which pleased him greatly. He would praise me for being sensible and not having picked up any of the bad habits of today's 90s generation. He also praised my mother highly, thinking that she, as a loving mother, and he, as a strict father, were a perfect match.

Actually, my father had me, his son, when he was almost 50. Having a child late in life made him spoil me rotten, which made my two older sisters quite jealous and criticize him for being a typical sexist. They said he'd slap his daughters, but he barely said a word to his son, leaving him blushing with embarrassment.

My father spoiled me, and my mother pampered me even more. Our family was also well-off, so you can imagine what I was like a few years ago. The labels "spoiled brat," "second-generation official," and "son of a high-ranking official" seemed tailor-made for me. Back then, I was quite the "my dad is..."

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