Mom's New Love

This story is purely fictional. Those with weak mental fortitude should not read it, or they will be responsible for the consequences.

The original work was rather bland, so some embellishments have been added appropriately.

(I)

Before telling you how I became the new man in my mother's sex life, let me tell you some background information about my family.

My father and mother had a happy and fulfilling sex life for the first 16-17 years of their marriage, but when my father climbed to the leadership level in his company, work became his whole life, which greatly damaged his marriage.

When I was almost seventeen, my father was assigned to manage the second shift of production at the factory. Of course, his salary increased accordingly, but at the same time, the responsibilities became heavier. This meant that he had to work from 3:30 pm to midnight, and overtime was always possible. He also had to attend meetings on Saturdays, and sometimes he had to visit other production sites on his days off. He came home very late, often not going to bed until the early hours of the morning, and most of the time he looked very tired.

My father was definitely a hardworking and responsible person. He always put 110% of his energy and time into his work. But we weren't short of money, and I really didn't understand why he was so busy working all day without having time to enjoy life.

At home, Dad felt increasingly superfluous, and he and Mom became more and more incompatible. Dad couldn't get involved in almost anything Mom cared about. Their sex life had practically ceased to exist. However, Mom was a woman who enjoyed sex (I only found out later), and in the first few months, she tried to arouse Dad. Sometimes she would dress very sexily and wait until late for Dad to come home, but he always disappointed her. This wasn't his fault; he was simply too tired to do anything else.

In the afternoons, he was always busy preparing for his evening work, with no time for Mom. Occasionally, on Sundays, they would have sex, but it was always a quick and superficial affair. Gradually, Mom gave up, becoming quiet and difficult to get along with, while Dad, busy with work, obviously didn't realize this.

To be fair, if you paid a little attention, you would find that my mother was actually a very beautiful woman. And by "woman," I don't mean the petite, beautiful, but simple-minded women that are popular these days.

My mother is quite tall, standing 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 140 pounds. She has round, firm breasts, a full and shapely bottom, firm and perky buttocks, rounded and full thighs, well-curved calves, and neatly trimmed ankles. When she smiles, deep dimples appear on her cheeks. Combined with her straight nose, bright mouth, bright dark brown eyes, and soft, wavy tawny hair, she is stunning, especially to me. The reason for this detailed description is simply to tell you that my mother is a great beauty; wherever she goes, she is the center of attention.

As for myself—the last member of this family—I was a high school senior at the time, a model student in the traditional sense. My grades were outstanding, and I was also an excellent athlete, especially fond of football, and a member of the school team.

I was 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighed 175 pounds, muscular, and athletic; I was the second fastest runner on the team. However, I have some social problems. For example, I hate having boring conversations with others, and I feel awkward and unsure of what to say when facing girls. Although I have a strong desire for the opposite sex, I often hide this longing.

I have had experience dating women before, having had two girlfriends in total.

The first girl was the kind of woman who only wanted to dominate men and boss them around. During our relationship, she was always finding fault with me, criticizing everything I did. Fortunately, I quickly grew tired of her.

I admit she was a good kissing partner; the only thing I remember about her was that she liked to kiss, but I never considered entering her world. Now she's married to a slut who likes to whip her with a belt from time to time, so of course she has no right to tell him

what to do. The second girl was a shy, short girl, at least to me. It took me a long time to teach her how to kiss. Although she studied hard, seemed to like me, and slowly learned to enjoy kissing, she was still very sensitive. The moment I carelessly touched her breasts, she would scream and threaten to tell her parents. Our relationship had to end.

Later, a playboy at our school got her, and she quickly became a slut, available to anyone who approached her. Once, she hinted that she would be happy to cooperate if I wanted her, but I had lost all interest in any part of her body; I wouldn't waste my passion and semen on a promiscuous woman. Okay

, enough of that, let's get back to the point.

I, a hot-blooded young man, not bad-looking, could only relieve my many sexual frustrations through masturbation.

My mother, a beautiful woman with a strong sex drive, was neglected by her work-obsessed husband.

I often had many vivid and imaginative sexual fantasies, and the most frequent object of these fantasies was my beautiful and sexy mother.

Think about it: your husband and father are away from home most of the time, leaving two lonely, sexually frustrated people to spend the nights alone. And you have a very obvious solution—incest, if you approve of it—which seems perfectly natural.

But sometimes, things don't go as planned.

I approve of incest, at least in that sense. I don't think incest is immoral. In traditional thinking, incest is condemned, but I believe that in family relationships, the bond between parents and children is closer than anyone else's. Blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other, and it's not impossible for it to develop into a sexual relationship.

Honestly, I've thought about it, but I never imagined it would actually happen, even though I've dreamt about it countless times with my beautiful mother, and I eagerly hope that one day it will come true.

But when it came to putting it into practice, I was at a loss. I spent a long time observing and thinking, and finally came to an unbelievable conclusion: my mother has always been sexually interested in me.

Realizing this, although not entirely certain, I decided to make my move. From casual, premeditated teasing to subtle flirting, everything unfolded so naturally and gradually.

I knew my mother wasn't feeling well about herself, even doubting her own charm, all because of my father's coldness towards her. So I started trying to cheer her up with compliments, letting her know how beautiful and charming she was to her son.

At first, I was clumsy, often failing to express myself clearly, and frequently blushing from saying the wrong thing. But my mother always understood me quickly. I could tell she liked it; she knew I was sincere, even though my words didn't sound as eloquent as those of orators. She could understand the meaning behind my words.

With each compliment, my eloquence improved, and my words became sweeter, often earning me a warm hug as a reward.

I started spending more time at home with my mother, comforting her from her husband's neglect. We talked about everything.

From our conversations, I learned about my mother's life experiences in her youth, all her interests, hobbies, and dreams. My mother is no longer as aloof and distant as before; instead, she's so close to me now, like a fascinating friend who deeply attracts me. I've discovered that I can talk about anything with her, even things I'd never dared to say to anyone else.

Honestly, although I often go to the movies and play games with a bunch of friends, I've never had any real friends. Now, my mother has become my closest friend, and I feel both confused and fulfilled about this relationship.

We watch TV and play cards together, and occasionally go out for meals or concerts. I often help my mother with housework, cooking, or cleaning up the dishes, and even do her laundry. However, I have always had an extremely strong desire for her body, and this desire grows stronger every day. I can only barely suppress this unhealthy desire by frequently masturbating and having passionate sex with her in my dreams.

I once wanted to peep at my mother while she was showering, but her bathroom was in her room, and I had no chance unless she left the door open.

However, facing my mature and sexy mother every day, I felt my self-control rapidly declining, and I was getting closer and closer to the brink of collapse. But on the other hand, I also appreciate our current close friendship.

I can also feel that my mother really appreciates me as a companion. She seems more relaxed and happier now than before, and she loves life more than before. She seems unwilling to talk about the growing estrangement between

her and my father, and has given up trying to make any more efforts. She often tells me about her relationship with my father, from meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and finally getting married, indirectly, subtly, and implicitly making me understand that she has lost the sex life they once shared and loved.

At these times, she would gently shake her head, looking very melancholy, telling me how much she longed for someone to comfort her and talk to her. At these times, I almost blurted out, "Mom, let me stay with you in Dad's place, okay?"

But each time, the words stuck in my throat. I hated my cowardice and weakness; I was so useless.

Now, Mom started caring about her appearance again. She started using makeup again, got a fashionable hairstyle, and began paying attention to her clothes. Often, she wore faded jeans with a loose top, sometimes a tight-fitting short t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent, full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous figure.

Later, as the weather warmed up and summer arrived, she wore a very daring and revealing golf skirt, something I had never seen her dressed like before. All of this made me restless, especially when I caught a glimpse of her white underwear.

Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to praise her, sometimes even in a rather unrestrained and cheesy way, but honestly, I genuinely appreciated her transformation. My mother, on the other hand, was clearly more delighted by my praise and would take the opportunity to hug and cuddle me as a reward.

My mother increasingly tended to use her body to subtly indicate how much she loved her son. This game of push and pull continued, intoxicating me.

Each hug fueled my desire, making it burn like the summer sun.

Our hugs became more frequent, and I grew increasingly eager for what lay ahead. There were things in between that I had never experienced before; I was no longer a child.

Every morning when I went to school, I would hug my mother goodbye, and when I came home, I was greeted with another warm hug. We would hug each other and say goodnight and good morning. When I greeted her, I would receive a hug, and when I helped her with chores, I would receive another warm hug.

Gradually, kisses were added to the hugging routine. At first, we limited ourselves to fleeting kisses on the cheek, but they quickly developed into deep kisses, and eventually, naturally, into mouth-to-mouth contact.

So I started actively seeking out these kisses I longed for, instead of just waiting for them to come. For example, after dinner, while clearing the table, I would seize the opportunity to hug my mother, give her a kiss, and tell her how sweet it was.

When she tried on new clothes, I would pretend to observe seriously, then whistle enviously, hug her tightly, and give her an eager kiss. As time went on, these kisses gradually became gentler and sweeter.

I thought that if we didn't sleep in separate beds, my mother and I would look like a very happy couple.

My love for my mother grew stronger every day, and my desire for her alluring body also became stronger.

You might think that my mother would explicitly express her love for me, but unfortunately, that never happened. I could only try to understand, test, and feel my mother's love through observation, speculation, and physical contact. If I misunderstood my mother's meaning and acted rashly, and was kicked out of bed by her, guess what would happen? A woman's heart is the most unpredictable. Fortunately, my mother gave me many hints, but I didn't know which hints might bring me good luck.

However, my mother gradually stopped hiding herself and her sexy, alluring body. She often wore a semi-transparent robe in the morning, and she also developed the habit of making her full breasts appear and disappear when she bent over, or letting me vaguely see her underwear underneath.

At these times, I could clearly see her erect nipples, and sometimes I could even see her dark pubic hair through the thin silk.

Sometimes when I passed by her bedroom at night to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I would see her alone in her pajamas. These silk pajamas obviously could not cover her body, and I could clearly see the beautiful curves of my mother's body. So moving! It's good to be alive! Although I couldn't truly be captivated, it was still a feast for the eyes.

(II)

Twice I saw my mother completely naked, and my mother obviously intended for me to see her.

One time, as I was walking home from school and going up the stairs, my footsteps were a little louder—I wasn't sneaking up—and suddenly my mother appeared in the stairwell, completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic area fully exposed before me.

I was startled, my eyes involuntarily fixed on her proudly erect breasts and her bushy pubic area. But my mother seemed even more 'surprised,' saying, 'Oh, I didn't know you were home.'

She didn't seem in a hurry to cover herself; instead, she deliberately turned around seductively, allowing my lustful eyes to feast on her alluring buttocks, before slowly walking back to her room.

Another time, the bathroom door was open, and I went in to find my mother inside, having just undressed, her body completely naked; clearly, she was about to take a shower. I was instantly embarrassed, stammering an apology before fleeing the bathroom, my face burning red.

'It's okay, darling,' my mother didn't seem angry, 'I forgot to close the door.'

She was no longer trying to hide her sexual desires—that was good! I was quite satisfied with everything I saw.

The only odd thing about this was that my parents' room also had a separate bathroom, where my mother used to shower.

As I mentioned, my mother started wearing very short golf skirts (she doesn't like playing golf), but only at home and after my father had left.

That day she wore one such skirt, barely covering her buttocks, and when she sat down, her beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were always faintly visible—I noticed they were always white.

My mother became increasingly careless about her posture; she sat opposite me, her thighs sometimes brazenly spread open, sometimes she would roll up her knees, spreading her legs wide, revealing everything under her skirt, seemingly oblivious to the lustful gaze of her son opposite her.

Her white panties frequently came into my view, though only briefly, but enough for me to clearly see their style: transparent, high-waisted white panties that allowed a clear view of the tempting black pubic area.

I stared greedily at the dazzling black area when suddenly my mother, as if seeing right through me, gave me a flirtatious and alluring glare, which startled me. But she didn't seem angry; instead, she sat down beside me, staring at me with ill intent, and gently stroked my head.

A familiar yet unfamiliar feminine scent wafted into my nose, instantly making my whole body tremble with excitement.

I just wanted my mother to truly desire me, so I could have my way. She was so close, almost within reach. I desperately wanted to suddenly pin her down, but I was at a loss, unsure what to do next.

If I made a move on her and found it was just wishful thinking, it could destroy the hard-won good relationship we had built. I didn't want that to happen. After all, she was my mother, and morally, I couldn't do anything inappropriate to her unless she initiated it or there was further intimacy.

(Later, I learned that she was also very conflicted, trying hard to restrain herself from crossing that line that could forever change our lives.)

Nothing happened that day. I was somewhat disappointed, but also relieved. I longed for that breakthrough, yet I was also afraid of it.

Another evening, I lay on the carpet watching TV, casually placing the newspaper I had finished reading on the floor beside me. My mother came over, wanting to pick out a few pages to read.

She bent over, half-kneeling on the ground, her back to me, legs spread apart, her full buttocks right in front of me, almost within reach. She wore a golf skirt, and her white panties barely covered her tight buttocks. Through the white, transparent panties, I could clearly see the outline of her thick labia.

Just as I was staring at them, imagining the wonderful sensation of rubbing and grinding them with my penis, I suddenly noticed that my mother was looking at me through the gap between her legs with a half-smile.

I immediately turned my head away as if I had been electrocuted, my face flushed with embarrassment. My mother didn't say anything, continuing to read her newspaper as if nothing had happened, while I, like a thief, would occasionally glance at my mother's alluring figure, until she finished reading the newspaper and sat back on the sofa.

Only then did I realize that she was trying hard not to laugh, seemingly quite pleased. It turned out that my mother had planned this all along, only for me, the pathetic onlooker, to get away with it.

When it was time to say goodnight, Mom's kiss was unusually gentle and lingering, lasting twice as long as usual, almost like a passionate kiss between lovers. I can swear her tongue tentatively darted in twice.

She seemed reluctant to part with me; I was sure she really wanted me to stay with her all night, but I hesitated.

I was afraid that once things started, they would get out of control. Although in my dreams, I could do anything with Mom in bed, I wouldn't hesitate to give her everything I had, and she would reciprocate accordingly, including her passion, even her body. But in real life, I couldn't, and I wasn't entirely sure what Mom was thinking.

Ah, my dream! I was going crazy. That night, I masturbated all night alone.

The next morning, I got up, took a shower, and surprisingly felt refreshed. As I shaved, I heard Dad drive away. It was Saturday, and I knew he wouldn't be back tonight because he had a long meeting at nine o'clock the next morning. Poor Dad.

After shaving, I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom came in quickly, wearing another golf skirt (I knew she must have put it on after Dad left) and a t-shirt, without a bra underneath.

My God, she looked so hot and vibrant, and I was only wearing shorts. I couldn't take it anymore; my penis was starting to run wild. She made me my favorite pancakes, and I sat down. She carried the pancakes to my right and placed them on my plate.

Everything was so natural, completely unpretentious. I put my right hand between her legs and gently stroked the inside of her thigh. She suddenly stiffened, staring into my eyes, her dark brown eyes suddenly radiating a dazzling desire. I knew what to do next. It

felt like an electric shock as my fingers caressed Mom's soft, satin-smooth skin—it was an indescribable sensation. We both froze for a while, waiting for what was to come.

Well, I've done everything I could. I've broken through this ice, pierced the thin veil between us. I have no choice but to move forward.

At this point, if I were to back down like before, I wouldn't be a man.

So I began to stroke the inside of my mother's soft thighs, slowly moving from her knees up to the groin. My mother's breathing immediately quickened, but she didn't stop me. Instead, she slowly, slowly placed the pancake pan on the table, showing no intention of leaving me, simply standing there letting me caress her body. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly. I guessed she also had some fear of what was about to happen.

For a long time, I simply patted and stroked my mother's alluring thighs, and she just gently held my neck. My left hand also rested on my mother's thigh, stroking her thighs with both hands.

My left hand slowly moved upwards along the outside of my mother's thigh, quickly reaching the height of her usual underwear. To my surprise, it touched soft, warm skin – it was unbelievable.

My left hand continued its exploration of her buttocks, finally realizing that my mother wasn't wearing underwear at all!

My mother, unable to bear my caresses, let out a groan, pressing my head tightly against her soft, firm breasts.

My right hand wasn't idle either, beginning to move deeper into the inside of my mother's thigh, very carefully approaching the area I had longed for day and night. My mother quickly moved her right leg away, opening her thighs to facilitate the exploration of her beloved son's eager hand.

I tentatively reached towards my mother's genitals, touching soft pubic hair. A little further, my hand touched my mother's vulva, and I gently, tenderly stroked my mother's warm, moist labia. At that moment, it felt like returning to a place I knew so well.

I swear, from the day I was born until now, I never imagined that one day I could caress my own mother's vulva like a lover. (Advertisements for female aphrodisiacs, male enhancement and delay sprays, inflatable dolls, sex toys, free shipping on orders over 200, discreet delivery and cash on delivery. Contact customer service for inquiries: 1258400168.) That was just a dream. It

was all like a dream.

As if in response, as my hand touched my mother's vulva, her body trembled violently. Then she suddenly and quickly took off her t-shirt, turned her body towards me, pulled her obstructive golf skirt over her head, and pressed my face against her naked, soft, and full breasts, while my hands continued to roam freely over my mother's alluring body. My left hand teased her labia, while my right hand vigorously rubbed her buttocks. I seemed to be driven only by instinct.

I parted her labia and inserted my fingers; it was already soaking wet, with vaginal fluid constantly flowing out.

My mother, panting heavily, guided my mouth to lick her nipples. Without her prompting, I instinctively used the tip of my tongue to gently flick her erect nipples back and forth, lightly biting the base with my teeth, then passionately sucking and gently biting her full, high breasts.

My mother was clearly most aroused by the subtle movements of my fingers below; her hips began to sway rhythmically from side to side, protesting my illegal intrusion. Her vagina was already very lubricated, and my fingers encountered no resistance in their movement.

Finally, unable to suppress her physical urges, my mother cried out, "God, it's so wonderful, darling! Don't stop, don't..."

Heaven knows, I had no intention of stopping; I only wanted to go further, a thought that had driven me mad.

My mouth greedily searched between her breasts, while my fingers continued to tease her vulva.

"Oh...oh...God!"

my mother moaned, her body seemingly melting, trembling with the continued passion.

"Oh...oh oh...God! So...so...darling! Oh...ah...so...so beautiful!"

If you've never stuck your fingers inside your mother's vagina or pressed your face against her bare breasts, I bet you've never experienced the most wonderful sexual pleasure in the world.

Oh, my penis is about to burst through my shorts.

Just then, Mom suddenly left the table and dragged me away.

"Hurry up, baby!" she commanded, "Take off your pants!"

At the same time, she quickly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, while I, with the fastest speed I'd ever been, ripped off my extra shorts, revealing my ugly, swollen, purplish, hot, thick penis.

"Oh, God, it's huge!"

She seemed surprised by the thickness and length of my penis as she gripped it and pulled me to the counter. But she quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, her back to me, and thrusting her arrogant buttocks in front of me.

"Here, baby," she said impatiently, "Quick, quick, insert it into Mommy from behind."

I stared in awe at my mother's beautiful, snow-white, full buttocks. I swear, I desperately wanted to do as she instructed, but I had never seen a woman's vulva before, had no idea how it was structured, and had never even inserted my penis into a girl's body from the front, let alone from behind. How was I supposed to begin?

My mother reached back and grabbed my penis again.

"Come on, baby!" she urged, "I want your penis in right now!"

She leaned forward on the counter, raising her buttocks, urging me to hurry.

I couldn't worry about anything else. I walked between her wide-open legs, straightened my penis, aimed at her buttocks, gritted my teeth, and thrust forward. Surprisingly, my penis entered my mother's vagina smoothly.

God, what was this feeling?

I felt my mother's warm vaginal walls tightly enveloping my penis; I was so excited I almost jumped for joy.

"Baby, push it in," Mom cried, "I need your big cock to fuck Mom hard."

So I thrust my cock in, and Mom arched her buttocks back until my cock was completely buried in her juicy, lovely pussy.

"Oh...so beautiful, baby!" Mom murmured, "Fuck me, fuck me hard...fuck your mom to death with your big, darling cock..."

(III)

I gladly obeyed and began to thrust my cock back and forth, and she rhythmically moved her buttocks to meet my movements. It was a wonderful experience. Mom's beautiful, dazzling buttocks swayed lasciviously back and forth under my fierce thrusts, strongly stimulating my nerves. An uncontrollable sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up in my heart. Mom was mine, I was Mom's man.

I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp her breast, kneading and squeezing it hard. Mom rhythmically pushed her breasts toward my hand, and then she also freed one hand to find her clitoris. I could feel her fingers and my cock going in and out of her pussy together.

I was so glad Mom knew how to use her fingers to stimulate her clitoris, because it would speed up her orgasm. I felt I couldn't last much longer; I'd already far exceeded my expectations, perhaps thanks to last night's masturbation.

Soon, Mom's breathing became more and more rapid, like a bitch in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.

"Oh... God... Baby! Oh... Oh... I'm going to die... Mom is going to die of pleasure! Baby, my dear husband, my good husband, your big cock is so amazing, Mom is going to die! Oh oh... Oh... Oh... Oh!... Fuck... Fuck me hard... Fuck Mom to death... Ah..."

In my memory, I had never heard Mom say such lewd and wanton things. Even when I eavesdropped on Dad and Mom making love, Mom had never been so wanton.

You can imagine how excited I was when I heard such wanton moans.

Even in my countless absurd fantasies, I had never imagined that my seemingly traditional mother was so passionate about sex, that such an amazing passion was accumulating within her.

I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusting. Soon, my mother's vagina began to contract violently, tightly sucking on my penis.

"Oh...God...God...Child, hurry...hurry...I'm coming! I'm coming...coming...coming..."

my mother screamed, her buttocks shaking wildly. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my penis from slipping out of her vagina.

I thrust into my mother's body with all my might, inserting my penis to the deepest part of her body. I felt my glans starting to heat up, on the verge of collapse, the desire to explode filling my entire body.

I roared, "I'm coming!"

I violently ejaculated all my love and desire into my mother's convulsing vagina in an instant.

At this moment, my mother suddenly stopped her thrusting, completely frozen, only her body trembling violently unconsciously.

My semen continued to spray into my mother's uterus.

I held my mother's trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed tightly against my mother's slightly trembling buttocks, feeling the warmth of my mother's body.

The convulsions continued.

Finally, when I stopped ejaculating, Mom let out a long sigh and slumped heavily onto the counter. I lay half-reclined behind her.

When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still catching in our throats. My penis hadn't fully shrunk; it was still inside Mom's warm vagina, and I could still feel the slight throbbing of her vaginal walls after her satisfaction.

Thank God, I thought, I had truly slept with my beloved mother.

My long-held desire had miraculously come true, even more than I had ever dreamed of. And this moment had arrived so suddenly; I had never felt so happy and blissful.

After a while, Mom stood up, and my penis slid out of her vagina with a "plop."

Mom turned around, her eyes brimming with uncontrollable lust, and smiled at me, revealing her teeth: "Oh, child, that was truly a great lovemaking experience!"

My penis was still dripping with semen, the thick liquid flowing down Mom's thighs, but she didn't seem to care. I immediately realized that Mom actually really enjoyed these dirty things during sex.

Thinking back to that crazy moment, my first time, and how passionate my mother's body was, my penis involuntarily hardened again.

My mother gripped my now erect and vibrant penis, watching in amazement.

"This damn monster is going to act again!" she exclaimed joyfully. "That's exactly what I need."

How could I say no to such a long-deprived, wanton middle-aged woman?

My mother had me lie down on a chair, then straddled me, straightening my penis, positioning it against her still-dripping vulva, lowering herself to completely engulf it with her warm, juicy flesh. Then she leaned down, wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her large, soft, full breasts against my chest, and covering my mouth with her sexy, moist lips.

We kissed passionately and wildly, my mother's tongue intertwining with hers, our tongues desperately seeking each other's pleasure.

God, I felt like I was in heaven.

After a while, Mom straightened up, reached behind her onto the dining table, dipped some jam into my plate, and held her finger out to me. I opened my mouth, wanting to suck on her finger, but she said, "No, close your mouth." I did as she said.

She smeared jam on my lips and then licked them clean.

"Ah!" she whispered in my ear, "My lovely, fucking-mom-big-cocked son has a mouth as sweet as honey."

Then she dipped more jam in and smeared it on my face, from my forehead to my chin, not even sparing my ears. Then she carefully licked it clean.

She kept moaning, sounding like a kitten in heat.

Her body rose and fell, working hard on my penis, and our joined bodies played a joyful melody, making "plop, plop" sounds.

Even now, I still can't quite believe it's real. I feel like I'm immersed in a ridiculous, blissful, erotic dream, unable to pull myself out, yet it all feels absolutely real.

If you, like me, harbor desires for your mother, simply imagine her sitting on your lap, frantically stroking your penis, her naked breasts rubbing against your chest, her soft tongue lightly licking your cheek.

What could be more alluring than that, man?

Mom poured more jam into the plate, this time smearing it on her face.

"Alright, my little man, now it's your turn."

I happily began licking Mom's beautiful face, making her giggle and wriggle her alluring waist to dodge my advances.

I slowly licked her eyes and forehead, nose and chin, her cheeks and smiling lips.

I loved this game, especially with my penis still throbbing inside her.

Next, Mom smeared jam all over her breasts, arching her back to make her full breasts stand erect.

I kissed her entire body; her skin was so smooth, soft, and supple. Then I focused on her firm, full breasts, sucking and gently biting her already erect nipples, just like when I was a newborn.

Mom said excitedly, "I want to lower my body a little so you can penetrate me more easily."

But then she realized, "Oh, I'm so stupid, let's do something sweeter."

She suddenly leaned back, almost pulling my penis out of her vagina. Then she smeared jam on my penis and the sides of her labia.

"Want some butter?"

Mom said, scooping a small spoonful of butter from the plate and using it to thickly coat our genitals.

"Okay, that's fine." Then she thrust her hips forward again, allowing my penis to slide in completely.

"Quick!" she said, "Let's go all out."

Mom started moving up and down again, and I gave up the initiative, letting her do as she pleased.

Mom was truly a stunner, an excellent sexual partner, with a wealth of sexual experience, knowing how to make a man happy.

I felt so sorry for my father; he missed out on the most wonderful thing in the world. I was so lucky.

My mother would occasionally press her full breasts against my chest or gag me.

When she leaned back, her large breasts would bounce excitedly, and I could see my genitals moving in and out of her hairy vulva.

The jam and butter bubbled from the intense friction, mixing with my first ejaculation. I wondered what it tasted like—perhaps a completely new taste, a blend of jam, butter, and semen.

"Oh, damn it!" my mother murmured. "It's coming again. I wasn't like this before."

My mother's face twitched, her expression changing from a smile to a mixture of extreme pain and pleasure.

It looked like my mother was about to climax again.

Perhaps because it had been a long time since she had sex, her climax came particularly quickly.

She began to breathe rapidly, her words incoherent, a mixture of excited shouts and obscene language. I wasn't much better off.

"Oh, baby! I love you... I love your big cock!... Good son... good son... no... my dear husband... good brother... I want you to fuck Mommy's cunt hard... oh... I can't take it anymore... faster... harder... good... good... darling... Mommy's cunt is about to be torn apart by you... oh... oh... oh oh... oh oh oh... you rascal... you bastard... you fucking Mommy's bad son... oh... so... so beautiful... good son... you're making Mommy so happy... oh oh... my most... most... most beloved good son... so good... you're making Mommy feel so good..."

I started to thrust upwards forcefully to cope with Mommy's increasingly frantic movements, and Mommy became even more incoherent: "Oh... sweetheart... baby... darling... fuck Mommy hard... fuck Mommy hard with your big cock, big meat stick... oh... fuck... fuck... fuck me... oh... oh... ah..."

Mommy's movements became bigger and more intense, her face flushed as if she were drunk, her expression was very painful, and her face was severely distorted. She looked terrible at that moment, but I felt that my mother was the most beautiful at that moment.

I couldn't hold on any longer; I was about to explode.

In an instant, I ejaculated a second time.

I poured my hot, thick, viscous semen deep into my mother's convulsing vaginal walls with unrestrained pleasure.

My mother's face finally relaxed, her mouth wide open in helplessness, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her full breasts bouncing with my thrusts.

I violently pounded her body until I ejaculated my last drop of semen.

The frenzied lovemaking ended, and my mother trembled as she collapsed into my arms.

(IV)

We held each other like that until our breathing calmed down a bit. My mother seemed much better, though she still moaned occasionally.

My penis was still inside my mother's vagina, and I could feel the aftershocks of her extreme orgasm.

We were both soaked, sweat mingling together, and semen mixed with jam and butter dripped from the chair onto the floor.

I was exhausted, feeling weak all over, but filled with a feeling of happiness and joy.

My penis shrank slightly, but it still filled my mother's lovely vagina.

Finally, my mother stretched and sat up.

She looked at me tenderly and said in a very soft voice, "I love you, my good boy. Nothing in this world is more important to me than you. Today is the happiest day of my life, and I will never forget it."

Then she gently kissed me.

Although I was still immersed in the afterglow of the pleasure we had just shared, savoring the wonderful things we had done, I knew I should tell my mother how I felt.

I'm not a good speaker, and I spoke somewhat incoherently and haltingly, but I was sure my mother understood what I meant.

I told her how much I had wanted her all these years, and my mother said she had known all along, that she had been aware of my unusual behavior for a long time, and that she knew I often secretly watched her. But she was pleased and satisfied with her attraction to her son.

Later, she felt the repressed flames within her being ignited by her son's lustful eyes. She had struggled for a long time with these perverse thoughts, but finally succumbed and began masturbating, imagining her son penetrating her. Now, she only hoped to quickly adapt to this incestuous feeling so that we could continue our spiritual and physical communion and no longer waste our precious time.

We promised each other that this was just the beginning of love. I sincerely assured my mother that she was my all-consuming love, and she assured me that from now on, her love and body would be offered to me whenever I desired.

This was more intoxicating than any vow of eternal love.

Finally, my mother reluctantly left my embrace to clean herself of the filth.

The result of our frenzied lovemaking was that our genitals were very dirty.

My mother cleaned the filth from my penis with her hands, and then, to my surprise, licked it with her mouth.

"Hey! That's great," she exclaimed. "You try it too."

She pressed my head against her vulva, and I eagerly licked the filth that had already congealed on her plump labia, licking incessantly.

Mom was right, it tasted really good, but that alone wouldn't make me lick it. The most important thing was that I could savor and feel Mom's pleasurable, beautiful vulva, letting her know how much her son loved her and how intensely he needed every part of her body.

I appreciated the feeling of Mom's thick pubic hair irritating my nose. I definitely wouldn't like it if it were hairless. I prefer truly mature and sexy women, not innocent and cute little girls.

Mom's pubic hair was dark brown, thick and curly, covering her full, round vulva. Her swollen, moist labia looked like a beautiful sight.

Mom sat up against the table, letting me rest my head on her open thighs. I became restless, teasing, licking, and sucking Mom's lovely vulva with my tongue, probing inside.

Mom held my head with both hands, guiding and encouraging me to continue. Her moans and lewd words told me how much she enjoyed my enthusiastic and attentive service.

In just a short while, Mom began to writhe impatiently, screaming as she rubbed her thick pubic hair against my face, pressing her soft, wet vulva tightly against my mouth as I worked so hard, almost suffocating me. She pressed my head so tightly against the base of her thighs that I could barely breathe.

I loved the feeling, the scent, the taste, her pubic hair, her moist, slippery labia, her heaving abdomen.

Suddenly, Mom squeezed her thighs together, clamping my ear between them, and I could hear the uncontrollable passion and restlessness within her body.

My face was covered in the mixture of our love.

Ah, heaven had been kind to me. For a young man who had never had any sexual experience, I had enjoyed the experience of making love from behind, and also the wonderful feeling of entering her body from the front. Now I could freely lick and suck my mother's beautiful vulva—nothing could be more satisfying.

In just over an hour, I had transformed from a naive, disillusioned virgin into a man with rich sexual experience, fully enjoying the wonderful experience of sex between a man and a woman.

And the culprit behind all of this was a great mother.

Mom's breathing quickened again. She straddled me once more, holding me tightly, her full breasts pressed against my chest. My penis was as hard as iron, wanting only to penetrate her again.

Mom was panting, clearly not yet recovered. It seemed that after so long of abstinence, the sudden intense stimulation was somewhat overwhelming, a little too much for my passion.

I thought that Mom and Dad must never have experienced such intense lovemaking. I ejaculated so much semen, but it still felt like I wasn't satisfied.

So Mom and I sat there, embracing each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, motionless.

The living room was quiet, only Mom's panting could be heard.

After a long while, Mom's panting calmed down, and I began a new round of actions.

I gently stroked my mother's back, from her shoulders down to her hips, and then to her thighs. Her body trembled slightly where I touched her. I loved this feeling, because sitting on my lap was my own mother, my blood relative, and she was so sexy and beautiful.

Oh God, how much I love my beautiful, sexy mother!

After a long while, my mother sighed contentedly, leaning back on the table, a happy smile on her lovely face.

Seeing the mess on my face, she burst into laughter.

"Look at the mess you've made, child!" she said.

She continued cleaning me, rubbing my face with her wet, pink tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, making strange gurgling sounds in her throat, which really did sound like a cat's meow.

I thought, my mother is so cute, just like a kitten.

Soon after, my mother kissed me with a very open French kiss, and I responded passionately.

My mother lifted herself up, looked down at my erection, and took it in her hand.

"Oh, baby, I--love--your big cock, it seems tireless! I'll show you how much I love it!"

She lowered her head, nestled between my legs, kissing the still-slicked-with-semen glans, stroking my scrotum, all the while uttering obscene words.

"Oh, my little bird, my little cock, you're such a beautiful thing, thank you for making Mommy feel so good, Mommy will soon have you serving Mommy again, you big, hard, and cute little rascal."

Mommy gripped my penis like a popsicle, licking and sucking, making muffled, indistinct sounds, then used her mouth to stroke my penis up and down. She squeezed my scrotum with both hands, gently licking my glans with the tip of her tongue, and sucking my penis hard.

Since I had already come twice, I could still hold back for now, but the stimulation from Mommy's skillful mouth stroking my penis was getting stronger and stronger, and I knew I was about to climax.

Mom felt my abdomen contracting, knowing I was about to reach my limit, and quickly spat out my penis, saying, "Don't rush, just hold on, I'll make you cum. Let's go to your room, baby!"

She stood up, pulling my penis along. She loved walking around like this, pulling my penis along. I told her she could take me anywhere, any way she wanted.

"Hurry up, baby!" Mom said, "I want you to fuck me again! Mommy needs her baby big-cocked son to fuck her cunt!"

We hurried up the stairs to my room.

Mom leaped onto my bed, spreading her legs as wide as possible.

"Come on, darling! Climb up and fuck Mommy's cunt hard with your big cock!"

I stood there dumbfounded for a while, staring at my beautiful mother lying on my bed, legs spread, waiting for me.

Her face was filled with longing and happy anticipation, deep dimples appeared, her full lips were slightly upturned with a sweet smile, and her dark brown eyes sparkled with the flames of love. Her high, full breasts were slightly sagging, but her rosy nipples stood proudly erect. Her slightly rounded belly and shapely, rounded thighs formed a large "V" shape, at the apex of which was a plump vulva covered in dark brown pubic hair.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Mom!" I swallowed hard.

"Thank you, baby, but right now all I want is for you to fuck me with your big cock! That's all I'm thinking about! Hurry..."

Without saying anything more, I jumped onto the bed, knelt between my mother's legs, and placed my penis on the bed. My mother grabbed my penis and frantically shoved it into her wet vagina. I

immediately thrust forward, and my mother arched her body to meet me. I penetrated deeply, leaving only my scrotum outside.

"Ah!" she groaned, "This is exactly what I need! Your big thing is fucking my cunt so beautifully!"

Soon, my mother and I began to fuck intensely, rising and falling violently, frantically seeking extreme pleasure, making the bed creak and groan, making me worry that it would suddenly collapse.

Even without contact with other parts of our bodies, the union of our genitals was enough to give me a tremendous shock.

We were like fulfilling an obligation, constantly giving to each other.

Holding my mother's hot body beneath me, I thrust wildly and violently, each stroke of my large penis slamming her heavily onto the mattress, the throbbing of my penis lifting her flesh as I withdrew.

My mother bent her knees, bracing her feet on the bed, using the lever principle to amplify the force of my thrusts.

Each time I penetrated her well-lubricated love nest, she would powerfully arch her back, further intensifying our piston-like motion.

She pulled my head down, and we passionately kissed as we fucked. We both groaned, roared, and panted incessantly, the most beautiful sound undoubtedly the "plop, plop" of our bodies entering and exiting.

I felt my glans growing hotter and hotter, my scrotum contracting violently; I knew my climax was approaching. The pleasure of entering and exiting my mother's juicy vagina was truly irresistible.

I worried I would ejaculate before my mother reached her climax.

But my worries were unnecessary, because Mom began to scream wildly, breathing rapidly, her hips swaying violently, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, urging me to increase the speed and force of my thrusts.

I finally couldn't hold back any longer, and after a few quick thrusts, I plunged my penis into Mom's vagina, all of my hot semen shooting deep into her uterus. Mom suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body jerking upwards to bear my weight, then froze, her body trembling violently as she reached an incredibly intense orgasm.

I felt a sudden heat inside Mom's vagina, a gush of hot liquid flowing out, scalding my glans. This stimulation sent my soul soaring, as if I were floating in the universe, my body completely out of my control, only my semen gushing out endlessly.

We felt as if we were in a little Eden, just Mom and me, surrounded by rosy clouds. When we collapsed together, satisfied, my love for Mom began to overflow, taking over my entire being.

Oh, nothing could be more intoxicating, I think, I felt my mother's love deeply.

(V)

We were both exhausted, lying on the bed in each other's arms, caressing, kissing, and talking, until my mother mentioned the setbacks she and my father had experienced in their sex life, but she immediately explained that this was not the main reason she approached me. For a long time, she had been conflicted, unsure if she was still attractive to me, but now she was relieved, she could feel my strong desire for her.

She said it didn't matter if I tried to spy on her whenever I had the chance, what mattered was that she knew she was still attractive to me, so several times, she managed to get me to satisfy my attempts. Of

course, she tried not to let things get out of control, and that was the case until breakfast.

Later, she decided to take things a step further and see what would happen.

She didn't intend to blatantly seduce me, but she wanted to create an opportunity for me to take it a step further.

This morning she planned not to wear underwear or a bra, and if possible, she would create opportunities for me to see her buttocks and vulva, so that I could easily know that she was intentionally seducing me.

As I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, she was filled with the triumphant pleasure of her scheme succeeding. She knew that from now on, we would have a new and infinitely exciting life together.

My mother casually played with my penis, while I caressed her vulva.

I discovered how utterly captivated I was by my mother's beautiful body; no matter how many times we did it, I would never be satisfied.

I told her that before, I could only make love to her in my dreams, and she immediately asked if she was better in my dreams than she was now. I swore that my mother now was perfect, and that I had always considered her my best lover and my perfect sexual partner. I vowed that, as both a mother and a lover, I would always be loyal to her.

We poured out our hearts to each other like this.

This was not merely the love between a mother and son, nor merely the love between a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties.

I was certain that there was no greater love than the naked sexual love between a sexy mother and a strong son.

Before I knew it, it was already the next morning. During that time, I had sex with my mother three more times, brought her to orgasm once by licking her vulva, ejaculated once in her beautiful, wet mouth, and shared countless passionate kisses and licked each other's entire bodies.

We achieved a perfect union of body and soul, and this was just the beginning of a beautiful future.

I felt we had become one, completely transcending the relationship between husband and wife.

I knew I could do anything to my mother's beautiful body.

I also knew she was completely liberated and willing to do anything for me.

A powerful surge of love coursed through my body. I tried to describe my feelings to my mother, and although she didn't speak, I knew from her loving eyes that she felt the same way.

This world is truly wondrous. My mother's previously disillusioned life had suddenly become fulfilling. I had inadvertently entered the forbidden zone of her life, and then we were able to walk hand in hand into a new world full of happy dreams.

We should both thank God.

No one could be more fulfilled and happier than we are now.

Finally, the fatigue from the continuous struggle was swept away by the burning fire of love; it would be a disservice to our bodies not to make love.

This time, Mom was on top, my penis deeply inserted into her vagina. We both slowed our movements, gently shifting our bodies, caressing each other romantically like the French, as if to remember this thrilling, wonderful feeling.

We both appreciated this exhilarating union, a mixture of lust, incest, and love.

I quickened my thrusting, and Mom frantically rotated her hips, quickly bringing us both to sexual climax.

Later, Mom said she found it hard to believe I had never had sex with other girls before, because she had never experienced such intoxicating, utterly overwhelming sex in her life.

I think this might be because we are so similar, or perhaps we are both naturally gifted.

Of course, undeniably, the subconscious pleasure of incest also played a significant role.

Afterwards, we had to clean up the evidence of our love in the restaurant; it was a complete mess, with saliva, semen, and sweat scattered on the floor and chairs, clothes strewn about, and a foul odor permeating the air.

Mom put on a skirt but didn't wear a shirt or underwear, just in case I needed her anytime.

When Dad came home, we had everything sorted out, and we were back to normal, as if nothing had happened. But when I heard Dad announce that he was going to Houston for a week-long business trip the following Monday, I couldn't hide my excitement.

You can imagine what that week meant for Mom and me.

It was a crazy week; you wouldn't believe how many times we did it.

In fact, sometimes even I couldn't believe it.

All of this happened 11 years ago. Now I'm 28, and Mom is 51.

Due to her age, Mom had to dye her hair, but otherwise, almost nothing had changed.

Mom was tired of her marriage with Dad and told him her feelings. Unexpectedly, Dad confessed to her that he was having an affair with his secretary, and they had even traveled together twice.

Dad filed for divorce; he clearly thought Mom had seen through the affair.

Dad's company, fearing a bigger scandal, wanted to settle the matter privately.

Mom threatened to sue Dad, and he compromised, giving Mom a large sum of money, leaving her the house, and agreeing to pay her a monthly allowance. Then they divorced.

I couldn't understand why my father would be so foolish as to prefer another woman to my mother. Who could be better than my mother? My father was a complete idiot!

Later, my thoughts were proven correct.

I met the woman who had caused my father's unhappiness; they were already married.

To be honest, I was shocked when I saw her. She was pretty, but petite, with a narrow bottom and flat chest—far inferior to my mother.

I wondered if my father was a pervert, managing to get his hands on a woman like that.

She was 14 years younger than my mother, which was perhaps her biggest advantage.

In any case, this marriage wouldn't last long.

Soon, after squeezing every last penny out of my father, this woman abandoned my elderly father.

Guess what happened next? My father came back to my mother, wanting to beg for her forgiveness, but she refused.

Of course, she wouldn't tell him that she already had another man and no longer needed him.

At that time, I got into a university very close to home so I could have sex with my mother more often, for which I turned down all extracurricular activities.

After graduation, I found a good job in my hometown and was assigned an apartment.

I lived with my mother, sometimes in our old home, sometimes in my apartment.

We still loved each other as much as before, and made love frequently.

My mother fully utilized her creativity, constantly coming up with new ideas to keep our sex life fresh.

Occasionally, we would take a vacation and travel as a couple.

Those were sweet days.

We would spend all day in our hotel room, naked, making love wildly from morning till night, completely forgetting the world outside.

I think everyone understands my love for my mother by now.

She still had a huge attraction for me, and every time we made love, it felt like I was in heaven.

We rarely stood up when we were facing each other.

At home, she always wore a short skirt, no underwear, and no bra, allowing me to touch her at any time and satisfy her with my tongue and penis.

Whenever I was with her, she couldn't resist the temptation of my body; she was always the first to succumb and beg for my pleasure.

Postscript:

While writing this story, I often had to stop to deal with my mother's nagging. Only after thoroughly slamming her to the ground could I continue writing.

I wouldn't let her see any of this before I finished it (except for this postscript). Later, the story was completed, and my mother became the first reader, but she only read half of it before she couldn't help but jump up and hug me tightly. How could I not understand?

After a frenzied session, my mother straddled my lap, leaving my penis still inside her.

She suddenly told me that she hoped I would add something to the story—that she was the happiest and most sexually skilled mother in the world.

The next morning, I woke up to find my mother sitting upright on the edge of the bed, gently telling me that she wanted to relive that jam battle from years ago.

What was I waiting for?

I sat at the dining table. My mother was wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt, no bra, and holding a frying pan filled with my favorite pancakes. My mother walked to my right, placed the pancakes on my plate, and my hand naturally reached to the inside of her thigh...

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