"The Plump Hips of a Beautiful Mother"

Actually, I had never entertained any incestuous thoughts before. Although my thoughts have always been dirty and vulgar, they weren't that absurd. Admittedly, my mother was a young and beautiful woman, incredibly charming, attracting a lot of lecherous men who drooled over her. But until the day I saw her naked, I never thought of possessing her body.
However, everything changed after that day. I no longer saw her as my mother, and in my mind, I started calling her by her name, Susan. If I had never found those old magazines in the attic, things might have been different, and I wouldn't have been forced to possess my own mother.
Really, she should have gotten rid of those magazines, or at least locked them away. In short, it was all her own fault.
Let me start from the beginning. When I was fourteen, my father had been dead for two years, but my grandmother was still alive. She would come to visit every Christmas, although her relationship with my mother had never been very good. They often argued when they were together, for example, my grandmother would always nag that my father shouldn't have married my mother.
In her eyes, her mother, a stunning blonde with blue eyes, was a femme fatale. It was her mother's beautiful face and voluptuous, sexy figure that lured her father down a path of no return, especially her round, pert buttocks, which drove him completely infatuated. So much so that he insisted on marrying her at the age of eighteen, despite her grandmother's objections; she was only sixteen at the time. Her
grandmother, furious, did not attend her parents' wedding and ignored them for a whole year.
At that time, her father's salary was meager, and the family struggled financially.
Although her grandmother was wealthy, she refused to offer any assistance. She wanted to teach her parents a harsh lesson, ideally separating them completely. Later, as time passed, her grandmother gradually accepted the situation, and the family reconciled.
But her mother harbored resentment, and her grandmother could not fully forgive her, even though they both tried to appear amicable in front of me.
This Christmas, her grandmother will be visiting as usual, forcing her mother to give the house a thorough cleaning beforehand. Our house has three bedrooms, but strictly speaking, only two, because the third is used for storing odds and ends and watching videos.
"This time, that old woman won't call this place a garbage dump anymore, will she?"
I heard my mother mutter to herself as she cleaned the whole house.
Naturally, I was also called upon to join the cleaning team, helping to clean several bedrooms. Before long, we had a huge pile of junk, stuffing it into cardboard boxes and carrying them up to the attic. In the attic, I had just put the boxes down when I accidentally knocked over a wicker basket on the floor, its contents spilling out.
"Damn it! I've really made trouble for myself; even this place needs to be cleaned up again… Oh, what's this?"
I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. The wicker basket seemed to contain some of my father's personal collection; about twenty brightly colored adult magazines were piled on the floor.
Curious, I picked up a few and started flipping through them. Surprisingly, all the magazines were from the same issue—that was rather odd. The center page of each magazine featured a completely naked blonde woman who looked somewhat like my mother when she was young… Wait a minute, oh my god, oh my god… am I seeing things?
It's not just similar, this beautiful, naked woman
is unmistakably my mother! In utter shock, I subconsciously glanced at the magazine's publication date; it was a year and a half after I was born, precisely during the most difficult period of our family's financial situation. It seems my mother posed nude for adult magazines for money… Yes, that must be it…
Looking at my mother's naked body in the pictures, her sexy and alluring figure was indescribably tempting. Her snow-white breasts were topped with a pair of full and large breasts, the delicate nipples pink. Her waist was so slender that you couldn't tell she had ever given birth. Her two long, beautiful legs almost made up half her height, and her plump, white, round, and perky buttocks were firm.
There were several such pictures, and in the most daring one, my mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide, revealing her most private genitals. Her pubic hair was quite thick, and beneath the golden pubic hair was a slightly parted, tender slit, the thick labia exuding an indescribable lewdness. Because her legs were spread so wide, even her tiny, bud-like anus was faintly visible.
I stood there, stunned, a mix of emotions swirling within me. On one hand, I was proud of my mother; she dared to spread her legs and display her most alluring private parts to men all over the world. But on the other hand, honestly, seeing my own mother's genitals so vividly depicted in color, with a slightly provocative smile on her face, was a tremendous shock to me as her son.
For the next three hours, I stared intently at those pictures, at my mother's naked genitals and full breasts; those two pink, tempting nipples seemed to beckon me to taste them. However, what attracted my attention most were my mother's fleshy buttocks, her full, bare bottom provocatively raised, the snow-white flesh bulging in a sinful curve.
I'd seen plenty of pornographic pictures before, but this was the first time I'd ever seen such alluring, exhilaratingly hot naked buttocks. I started fantasizing about burying my face in those two bare buttocks—how wonderful that would be. What did my mother's buttocks smell like? What would it feel like to kiss them?
How intoxicating it would be to hold those incredibly elastic buttocks in my hands… I longed to know all of this.
Yes, I had to know, and my mother should let me know. Since my father's death, she often said I was the only man in the family.
I thought, as the head of the household, I certainly had the right to possess her body, and she should submit to me wholeheartedly, just as a woman would to a man!
As a mother, she had the responsibility and obligation to offer her mature and beautiful body to her own son. My mother was still so young; she certainly hadn't experienced sexual pleasure in the two years since my father's death. In that case, let me satisfy her properly.
When I think back on this, I'm still certain that if I hadn't seen those magazines, I wouldn't have had such illicit thoughts about my own mother. So, I want to repeat myself, this really wasn't my fault.
"He's always been a good boy, and this year I wanted to get him a special gift. Although I don't have the money to buy him a car, I've been working extra jobs lately and have saved up $1,500, enough to buy him the best computer ever. Oh… Betty, I can imagine how surprised he'll be!"
Mom was talking on the phone with her best friend in the living room, her voice filled with joy.
Just then, I came down from the attic and passed through the living room, overhearing their conversation. A new computer! And Mom had worked overtime to earn it! Hearing this, an idea suddenly popped into my head: I would get her a gift for the holiday too.
So I took action. For the next few days, I spent all my time in the school library or searching online, collecting a lot of information related to pornography. Later, at a friend's house, I experienced internet TV for the first time.
It was amazing! It basically had all the functions I used on a computer, and the price was only $175. With just a keyboard remote, I could watch programs directly from pornographic websites, and it even came with a webcam and printer.
The 25-inch super-large color screen was incredibly enjoyable, far superior to a 14-inch computer monitor. After comparing, I became somewhat dissatisfied. Damn it! What's so great about a computer? I didn't want such a gift; internet TV suited my taste much better, saving Mom so much time and energy from doing odd jobs. More importantly, through internet TV, I could watch a lot of pornography, learning various techniques to seduce Mom.
Yes, seduction! To possess Mom's mature and sexy body, seduction was undoubtedly the best choice.
I didn't want to force her with violence, making her sob while being forced to spread her legs, shamefully exposing her bare vulva and buttocks to her son (although I did find it very exciting, and I really wanted to see Mom being punished severely with her bare buttocks. I wanted her to moan, cry, beg for mercy in front of me, finally realizing her mistake and begging for my forgiveness. Then I would lick away her hot tears, from her cheeks all the way to her neck, to her erect nipples, and finally to her ravaged white buttocks).
But as long as she cooperates obediently, I still want to make love to her gently, so she can feel my respect and filial piety as her son.
"John, can you come here for a second? I want to talk to you about the Christmas present."
My mother's voice came from the living room, her tone filled with undisguised joy; she was clearly happy to have prepared such a gift for me. I was just as happy; if everything went smoothly, I would soon be able to fulfill my wish.
"Mom, I know what you want to say," I said as soon as I entered the living room, smiling. "I'm so grateful that you've spent so much time working hard to earn money to buy me a brand new computer. You're such a good mother, I love you… but I have to tell you, this isn't the Christmas present I wanted."
Hearing this, my mother's expression first showed surprise, then deep disappointment, and even a hint of annoyance.
“John, how could you say that! Do you know how hard it was for Mom to save up this money? And you just casually refused? It hurts me so much!”
“Mom, I’m sorry to say that. But I really don’t need such an expensive gift. Just buy me an internet TV. Also, on Christmas Day, I want to go out for a big meal with the woman I love most, and then dance like two adults. And the woman I love most is you, Mom. That’s enough for me. You can keep the rest of the money for yourself.”
I thought what I said was reasonable, but Mom started sobbing silently. So I went over to comfort her, lowered my head and gently kissed her lips, then reached out and hugged her mature and sexy body.
“You…you really don’t want any other gifts, just an internet TV?”
Mom’s face flushed, and she asked me with tears in her eyes.
“And you, Mom! To be honest, online TV isn’t necessarily that important. What I really want is for you and me to spend a romantic day together. I hope that on Christmas Eve, Susan and John won’t just be mom and son, but like a loving couple. If we can spend Christmas like that, I’ll feel better than receiving any gift.” Mom stared
at me blankly, as if seriously considering her words. I kissed her lips again , turned, and left the living room. ********** ... In my dream, I stripped my mother naked, her bare buttocks provocatively raised high, shamelessly begging me to fuck her hard. She looked incredibly lewd… Honestly, I really didn't want to wake up so early. However, I still sat up sleepily. Tomorrow was Christmas, and today was the day my mother had agreed to set aside her motherly role and date me like a lover. Clearly, my mother was very serious about it; she looked a little shy, like a docile little wife, and offered to serve me breakfast in bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all night, Mom!” I mumbled between bites of buttered bread. “Really? John, I’m so happy to hear that. Do you mind if I sit next to you?” She smiled softly, already sitting on the bed, her mature and alluring body intimately close to mine, causing my recently softened penis to harden again without hesitation. “Of course not,” I said, my eyes carefully observing my mother. She was wearing a Japanese-style silk nightgown with a very low neckline. When she turned slightly towards me, her underwear was almost completely exposed. I could clearly see her bare breasts. Her two round, snow-white breasts were so full, with two firm, strawberry-like nipples at the tips. I had to try hard to restrain myself from staring there, otherwise I really wanted to rip off my mother's nightgown, open my mouth and greedily suck on those alluring nipples to add some milk to my breakfast. "John, where are you taking me on a date tonight?" My mother rested her head on my shoulder, blushing as she asked me in a soft voice, her expression like that of a girl experiencing first love. "Let's go to the Knights Club!" I said confidently, my arm around her waist. "I want everyone to see how beautiful and sexy my girlfriend is!" The Knights Club was the most expensive nightclub in town. I remembered that my father had taken my mother there on their tenth wedding anniversary, and she was very happy that day. Booking this club usually requires a week's advance notice, but luckily there weren't many customers before Christmas, and I managed to book it smoothly. "Really? John!" Mom exclaimed with delight, rushing over to hug me tightly, giving me a warm embrace and kissing my cheeks repeatedly. I smiled and hugged her warm, full body back, letting her sit on my lap. For the next two hours, Mom nestled obediently in my arms, and we cuddled like lovers, chatting and watching TV. Before I knew it, Mom's full, round buttocks were close to my crotch, the tip of my penis lightly touching her soft, firm flesh—it felt wonderful. I couldn't help but hug Mom even tighter, my penis boldly digging a little deeper into the cleft between her buttocks, experiencing that incredibly elastic flesh. "Oh, baby, don't..." Mom gently stopped me, shifting her body forward slightly. On a whim, I pretended to innocently tickle her armpits. This lowered my mother's guard; she probably thought I was just playing around. Although she giggled and told me to stop, her smooth body went limp against me. I took the opportunity to grope her, pressing my lower body tightly against her full buttocks, clearly feeling the fullness and elasticity through the thin fabric. "Stop it, John... ah..." she chuckled and begged for mercy, "It tickles so much, if you don't stop, Mommy can't take it... Let's both be quiet, okay?" "Hmm... okay! Then let's both be quiet and watch TV!" I finally let her go, picked up a pillow to prop myself up, and sat up straight, my already erect penis still pressing against her beautiful buttocks. And my arms naturally wrapped around her chest, my forearms pressing down on her two high, soft breasts under her pajamas. "Ah... John, you..."

My mother blushed, wanting to protest again, but I interrupted her without a word.
"You said not to move, so why are you moving around now?"
My mother was speechless for a moment, and could only laugh and scold me as a "little rascal," half-heartedly letting me hug her.
A sense of pride welled up inside me. My mother's body belonged to me; even she couldn't deny that subconsciously. She sat so naturally and obediently on my lap, her warm buttocks pressing against my penis.
I not only wanted to completely possess this fragrant, mature body in my arms, but also wanted her to completely submit to me. Yes, I wanted my mother to willingly offer herself to me, to see me as the only man who had the right to control her.
"Thank you for arranging this sumptuous breakfast, Mom. I love you!"
I hugged my mother's delicate body tighter again, my arms sinking deep into her full breasts, and planted a long, passionate kiss on her cheek. At the same time, his lower body thrust forward without any attempt at concealment, rubbing forcefully against her soft, full buttocks twice before quickly releasing his arms. Before his mother could even react, he had abruptly ended this daring and provocative game… For
the rest of the day, his mother walked around the various rooms, a radiant smile on her face. Clearly, she was proud to have such a considerate son as me. And tonight's date was undoubtedly going to be even more wonderful.
Since his father's death, his mother had never dated another man. Although many friends had introduced her to new boyfriends, she had politely declined them all. In his mother's heart, his father was probably the man she loved most in her life, and no one could easily replace him.
Of course, I, as her son, was definitely an exception. His mother couldn't possibly have been unaware that as I grew older, I became more and more like his father in both appearance and mannerisms—bright eyes, a slightly mischievous smile, even my hairstyle was the same as his. As for his hard, thick penis, that goes without saying. I'd bet with absolute certainty that it was the perfect match for his mother's alluring buttocks.
"God... what should I do? This morning I actually flirted with my own son and even sat on his penis for two hours... This is so sinful..." Mom muttered to herself in the bedroom, unaware that I was peeking through the door, her face flushed and filled with self-reproach.
"John is just a teenager, he probably didn't do it on purpose..." Mom comforted herself, "Maybe it's just a normal physiological reaction for young people, I don't need to worry about it too much... But, this woman who has been widowed for two years, this morning I actually soaked my underwear on my own son's legs... God, thank goodness John didn't notice, otherwise it would be so embarrassing..."
I chuckled inwardly, feeling more confident about tonight's date, and quietly left without making a sound.
Night finally fell. When Mom, dressed in a black, tight-fitting evening gown, gracefully walked down the stairs, my eyes lit up. I couldn't believe that this stunningly beautiful and sexy woman was my own mother. She looked so young, her half-exposed, snow-white breasts high and firm, her body, wrapped in an evening gown, mature and alluring, yet possessing a youthful charm.
"Honey, what do you think of Mom's outfit?"
She walked gracefully to my side, first adjusting my tie with a mother's habitual gesture, then flashing a seductive smile, taking two steps back and twirling to reveal her smooth, bare back.
"So captivating, Mom!" I exclaimed sincerely. "You're the sexiest woman in the world. If you weren't my mother, I'd give you a passionate French kiss right now!"
"Haha, honey…didn't you say we should forget our mother-son relationship tonight? Little lover, how can you use that as an excuse?"
Mom teased me slightly, probably thinking I was too shy to actually kiss her.
But what happened next clearly surprised her. Without hesitation, I opened my arms and embraced her, giving her a slow, but incredibly passionate, wet kiss.
The feeling of our lips entwined in a passionate kiss was wonderful; I loved the sweet taste of her mouth. As I kissed her tenderly, my hands roamed over her bare back, gradually sliding down her warm, smooth skin until they rested on her full buttocks.
My mother's body trembled slightly, seemingly tense, but she didn't break free from my embrace, and softened under my continuous, passionate kisses. Finally, she was clearly aroused too, and began to return my kisses. This passionate kiss lasted for about two minutes, until I greedily sucked her tongue into my mouth, and my hands freely kneaded her firm, elastic buttocks for a while, before she finally came to her senses and pushed me away.
“Oh, John… I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to actually dare to kiss me…” She flusteredly stopped me from kissing her further, saying shyly, “Okay, you’ve won, Mom surrenders to you… Good heavens, it’s been so long since I’ve kissed anyone like this, who taught you… No, no, please don’t tell me. After all, I’m your mother! After tonight, you can’t kiss me like this anymore…”
Mom seemed a little sad. She reached out again to straighten my tie, and then followed me out of the house, beginning our first date as mother and son.
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At the Knights Club, we had a private box with only a few waiters standing around. Elegant jazz music drifted softly in our ears, and the soft lighting bathed us, creating a romantic and passionate atmosphere.
Mom was clearly enjoying the atmosphere; as a stunningly beautiful woman, she inevitably had a bit of vanity. When I arrived by car, she secretly slipped me three hundred dollars. It was with that money that I decorated this place so romantically, and felt as confident as a true tycoon.
As soon as I sat down in the private room, I casually tipped the waiter forty dollars (Dad did the same last time, leaving a deep impression). When I ordered the most expensive bottle of wine, the waiter didn't even blink.
"Yes, sir. Your choice is very tasteful. I'll bring it to you right away."
He smiled broadly, respectfully and hurriedly bringing the bottle of wine, pouring a glass for my mother and me.
Clearly, if you're trying to seduce a woman, it's crucial that you know her well, especially her weaknesses. For example, my mother's weakness is that she can't drink at all. Just a couple of sips and she'll feel dizzy, or even completely drunk. And tonight, I wanted to get her drunk.
“Mom, tonight is a very special night, let’s toast!” I toasted her in a melodious voice, “To the most beautiful woman in the world… I will always love you! Merry Christmas, Mom!”
I then downed my glass in one gulp. Mom was very happy; although she doesn’t drink, she still drank her glass with me. I immediately refilled her glass.
“Oh, honey… I can’t drink that much…”
“It’s alright, Mom, let’s just relax tonight!”
Sure enough, as expected, Mom didn’t want to spoil my fun, so she drank glass after glass with me.
By the end of dinner, we had finished two whole bottles of wine.
Slightly tipsy, the music from the band sounded so melodious. I stood up and, in a gentlemanly manner, invited Mom to dance.
She agreed without hesitation, took my hand, and the two of us danced in perfect harmony to the music. Under the lights, Mom’s beautiful face was flushed, her eyes watery and full of intoxicating charm; it was clear that the effects of the alcohol were gradually taking hold.
I slowly pulled my mother closer, letting her half-naked, high, firm breasts press against my chest, feeling the soft mounds. My hands caressed her smooth back, then kneaded her full, firm buttocks; at the same time, my lower body boldly pressed closer, my penis rubbing between her legs. Faced with my blatant teasing, my mother didn't resist at all, instead leaning warmly into my arms, her hands also touching my buttocks.
"Naughty son...you touch me, I want to touch you too..." she chuckled.
I laughed too, whispering in her ear, "Okay. But for every time you touch me, I want a hot kiss in return!"
With that, I kissed my mother's moist, red lips again. My mother's body gradually warmed up, making soft, coquettish sounds. However, her hands still relentlessly squeezed my buttocks, so I didn't hold back and continued to hug her tightly, kneading her firm, bouncy bottom even harder.
Time slipped away unnoticed amidst the playful banter between mother and son, and soon it was time to go home. I helped my half-drunk mother into the car and got her into the driver's seat to drive home. My mother sat beside me, one hand on the steering wheel, the other affectionately resting on her shoulder. While driving, my hand often "accidentally" slipped down due to inertia, brushing against her full, snow-white breasts beneath her low-cut dress.
The journey home was long, and my mother sat quietly, her flushed cheeks burning like fire, letting my hand linger on her breasts for extended periods.
I was certain she was drunk; the alcohol had completely eroded her usual self-control. As her son, I practically slipped my hand inside her low-cut dress, directly caressing most of her bare breast. My mother didn't seem to mind at all; instead, she leaned closer, making it even easier for me to caress her.
At that moment, I thought I was sure I'd get my "Christmas present" without any trouble. But as soon as I got home, the familiar surroundings jolted my mother out of her romantic mood.
Her drunkenness had mostly subsided, and she pulled my hand away from her breasts. In that instant, she probably realized the "date" was over, and we should revert to our usual mother-son relationship, and she should regain her maternal authority.
"John, tonight was truly, truly unforgettable… I haven't been this happy in the past two years. Honey, you're such a good son, I'm so touched… Look, it's midnight, you can open your Christmas presents now…"
My mother smiled gently, leading me to the Christmas tree, where two wrapped gifts were placed.
One was for me, and one was for my mother.
"John, open yours first!"
Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she shook my arm like a little girl.
I opened the box; inside was a brand-new smart TV.
"Thank you, Mom, this is exactly what I've always wanted!"
I said happily, giving my mother a warm hug.
"Alright, now let's see what my darling son has prepared for me!"
Mom happily opened another box and took out an 18k pure gold necklace, adorned with sparkling green gemstones.
"Oh God... this is wonderful!" she exclaimed in surprise. "John, this gift is so, so beautiful!"
Mom excitedly gave me another warm hug, then turned around beaming.
"Come on, my good son. Help Mom put on the necklace!"
I went up to Mom and leaned close to her back, placing the necklace around her neck. Then, I wrapped my arms around her warm body and whispered in her ear, "This necklace suits you so well, Mom. You look so perfect in it... Oh, and it has my blessing engraved on it..."
"Really? Let me see what the blessing is..."
Mom smiled broadly, her fingers holding the necklace hanging in front of her chest, carefully reading the words on it.
"Susan, I love you! Let me take care of you forever! John."
After reading it, Mom looked surprised, as if she was a little at a loss for words.
“Uh…John, thank you for engraving such beautiful words. But…but…”
“I’m so glad you like this gift.” I interrupted her. “Now, Mom, can you give me an even more important gift?”
Mom turned to face me, looking even more confused.
“John, you…you said just internet TV would be fine? Oh, and tonight’s date too…but what’s the more important gift?”
“Huh? Mom, don’t you remember? We agreed at the club that if you like touching my butt, I’d get a hot kiss in return for every time you did!”
I chuckled, showing my teeth. “Mom, now it’s your turn to pay up!”
I hugged her again and kissed her soft, wet lips deeply. My hands roamed over Mom’s mature, voluptuous body, caressing her inch by inch. After the passionate kiss, my lips slid down to her smooth neck.
At that moment, a sudden impulse surged within me, a desire to leave a mark on my mother, to let the whole world know that she belonged to me, my exclusive possession.
Without a second's hesitation, I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently bit her neck, leaving a faint teeth mark.
Perhaps the lingering effects of the alcohol helped me; throughout the entire process, my mother didn't struggle much, only uttering weak verbal protests. Perhaps all she was aware of at that moment was that a handsome young man was holding her, bringing her a passion she hadn't felt for two whole years.
It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying this passion, until I impatiently began to unbutton her low-cut evening dress, attempting to expose her full, snow-white breasts, at which point she suddenly came to her senses.
“No, John… Oh, no… We have to stop… This is wrong. You are my son, and I am your mother… I really love you, baby, but not in this way… Mom will always remember this romantic evening, but we should stop here… Calm down, son, we’ll talk about it properly tomorrow morning.”
Mom blushed, fastened her evening gown again, and hurriedly left me for her room.
Staring at her retreating figure, I clenched my fists in anger.
“You forced me to do this, Mom… Now I have to implement another plan.”
A few minutes later, when I burst into Mom’s bedroom, she had just taken off all her clothes. Her bra and stockings were thrown on the bed, and she was only wearing a small, narrow thong. She was holding a thin silk nightgown, probably about to change into it, but she was startled by my sudden intrusion and looked up at me angrily.
“John, you’re so rude! How could you barge in without knocking? Mom needs to change, get out right now!”
She scolded, hurriedly covering her bare breasts with her pajamas. For a fleeting moment, I only caught a glimpse of her snow-white, full breasts trembling against her chest. Then my view was blocked.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know you were so bothered by me seeing you naked. What’s there to be ashamed of? You have such a great figure, you could be a model… especially those nude models in adult magazines… I just wonder, you’re willing to spread your legs and let men all over the world see your cunt, why won’t you let your own son have a good look?”
As I spoke, a wicked smile crept across my face, and my mother's face turned deathly pale.
"Oh, God...you...you couldn't possibly have found those magazines!"
she cried out in panic. "John, let me explain. Your father and I were very young then, and we were desperate for money. We couldn't even pay our monthly rent and were about to be evicted...and your grandmother wouldn't help us. I was so desperate that I agreed to pose nude for that adult magazine. They paid me ten thousand dollars, and that's how we got through that crisis until your father found a new job...John, if you look down on me because of this, I...I'll be so heartbroken..."
My mother sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
I immediately went to the bedside, placed my hands on her bare shoulders, and tenderly kissed away the tears on her face.
“Mom, how could I despise you? No matter what happens, I will always love you, and more than anyone else.”
Hearing my gentle words, Mom seemed very moved. “Really?”
“Really!” I nodded. “But I have to tell you some real thoughts, although you may find them hard to understand… Dear Mom, I don’t want to love you just as your son. I’ve made up my mind!” “
We should build a closer, more intimate relationship… From today onwards, I want you to be my woman, I want to possess you… Mom, from now on, I want you to get used to being naked in front of me, opening your legs, and shaking your hips while we have sex… Of course, tonight is our first night together, so it might be a little difficult for you.
Leave everything to me, Mom, you just need to lie in bed…”
After saying that, I gentlemanly pulled away Mom’s arms, ripped off her nightgown covering her chest, and threw it far away to the other end of the room. Then I started to forcibly take off her underwear.
“What are you trying to do? Ah… no… no…”
Mom cried out in shock, her alluring breasts exposed to me completely naked. Her two full, high breasts trembled violently as I grabbed them in my palms, lowered my head to bury them between her soft flesh, and licked and sucked one of her rosy nipples with my tongue.
"Oh...no...oh oh...John, you can't do this...I'm your mother...ah...
you're committing incest...ah...you're raping me...God...stop it..."
she screamed, desperately pushing my head away, but to no avail. My hands kneaded her naked breasts with abandon.
“What do you think I want to do, Mom? Of course, I want to fuck you… I’ll lick your whole body with my tongue first! Like this… Then I’ll suck on your tempting nipples until they’re completely hard… Next, I’ll tease your clitoris with my fingers and then insert them into your slutty cunt to feel how wet it is inside, ha, ha… You really got wet, what a slutty mom… Now, it’s time for your son to satisfy you with his big cock…”
I laughed triumphantly, quickly stripped off my clothes, and flipped over onto my mother’s body that I had been longing for day and night.
"Look! Mom, my big cock is going into your cunt... Oh, it feels so good... I'm fucking you, Mom... I'm going to fuck you with this big cock! Fuck you! Fuck you for the rest of my life... I'm sorry, I have to force myself on you, but I can't think of a better way... Mom, I love you so much, I have to have you... Your body, your soul, everything about you belongs to me..."
But Mom didn't seem to hear me, still pleading and struggling. My thick penis was already between her legs, the bulging glans forcing open her two plump labia, slightly sinking into her warm, juicy cavity. With just one more thrust, the last taboo between mother and son would be broken.
“No… John, I’m your mother… I love you, but we can’t do this… Please stop, Mom can pretend nothing happened!” Mom pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably. “…A mother and son absolutely cannot have sex… God, what if I get pregnant? John… Please stop, it’s not too late to stop now…”
So Mom was afraid of getting pregnant with my child! I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Okay, Mom… I can spare your cunt, but on one condition. Mom, your sexy body is so tempting, your breasts, your thighs, your ass all fascinate me as your son… and of course, your wet and hot cunt! Look, it’s drooling for me too… hahaha…”
Mom groaned in shame, her face turning red to her ears.
“If you don’t want me to fuck your cunt, then I suggest using your ass instead?”
I said, my hand sliding down her plump, round buttocks, my fingers gently pressing on her small, delicate anus.
"No...no! Don't touch there!"
Mom screamed in panic, her light brown anus immediately contracting shyly as she struggled to move her body.
"Listen to me, Mom...I've wanted to fuck your ass for so long, that way I won't have to worry about getting pregnant. I love you, Mom, I really don't want to rape you in a rough way...Tonight is Christmas, let's give your naked ass as a Christmas present to your son...I swear, I will take it as gently as possible..."
Mom struggled and cried, finally giving up after a long while, exhausted. I pressed down on her fragrant, soft body, stroking her smooth hair, comforting her like a child.
"Okay, baby...don't cry, this is a blessing from heaven, Mom's big ass and son's big cock are a match made in heaven...relax, leave everything to me..."
Mom glared at me with tears in her eyes, her body trembling, until finally she calmed down, though her voice was still a little choked.
“John! Do you know what you’re saying? You actually want to have anal sex with Mommy… with Mommy? God!
How could I have given birth to such a beastly son… But, this is better than actually having physical relations with you, that would send me to hell… But you have to promise me, Mommy can give you her ass tonight, but this is a one-time thing… If this happens again, Mommy will never forgive you…”
“Okay, Mommy! Don’t worry…”
Hearing my impatient voice, Mommy sighed, blushed, closed her eyes, and let me do as I pleased.
I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her waist, making her round buttocks stick up high, and kneaded her two soft, plump buttocks with my palms on either side. Holding her
naked, firm, and elastic buttocks in my hands felt indescribably wonderful. I played with them for a long time, sometimes squeezing them together, sometimes trying to spread them apart, like playing an accordion. The tiny anus writhed shyly, looking both alluring and adorable. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing it.
"Ah...don't kiss there!" Mom's body trembled, her face flushed crimson, and a little bit of vaginal fluid suddenly seeped out from between her labia.
I immediately understood, chuckling as I buried my face between Mom's legs, not only kissing her small anus with my lips but also boldly sticking out my tongue to lick the light brown folds inside greedily. Mom was very hygienic; there was no odor at all. My saliva quickly made the area around her anus dripping with fluid.
"Ahhh...don't lick...don't...it's dirty..."
Mom protested fiercely, but the vaginal fluid flowing out from between her labia only increased. It was clear that subconsciously, she didn't dislike licking her anus; in fact, it was gradually arousing her.
“Oh, John… Oh, God! What are you doing… Ah, this feeling is so strange… God, it feels so good…”
Mom began to tremble continuously, involuntarily letting out pleasurable moans, her hot, sticky juices flowing all over my face. Her full breasts swayed precariously, her nipples already visibly hard.
I licked her anus with a smacking sound, while teasing her tender vulva with my fingers, parting the thick, golden pubic hair and accurately pressing my finger onto her protruding clitoris.
“Ah… No… Don’t… Don’t come anymore…”
Mom moaned even louder, the juices flowing from her vagina making a mess, even wetting the sheets.
It seemed the time had come!
I straightened up, reached out and grasped my 7.5-inch-long penis, dipped it in the overflowing juices from her vulva, and aimed my already erect glans at Mom’s tightly closed anus, slowly pushing it inside.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
Mother and son cried out together. Anal sex was more difficult than I had imagined; in fact, it was very difficult to succeed without the other person's cooperation.
Mom frowned in pain, her body twisting, as if trying to squeeze my penis out. But the glans had already sunk quite a bit in, and the feeling of the tender rectal flesh rubbing against her was incredibly pleasurable. I tried both gentle comforting words and forceful threats. Finally, probably afraid that if the anal sex didn't work, I would actually have sex with her, she had no choice but to submit to my lewd power, gritting her teeth and cooperating willingly.
I patiently pushed in inch by inch, watching my thick, long penis slowly sink into Mom's anus. It took more than ten minutes before my penis was fully inserted into her round, perky buttocks.
"Haha... Mom, your ass finally belongs to me!"
I shouted excitedly, feeling indescribably thrilled. My penis was tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles, and even the slightest movement brought intense pleasure, almost making me ejaculate.
Taking a deep breath, I forcibly controlled the urge to ejaculate and began to tentatively thrust in and out slowly.
Mom's breathing became rapid, unconsciously cooperating with my movements. Her once delicate and small anus was stretched wide open by the penis, a dark shaft moving in and out between her two snow-white buttocks, looking extremely lewd.
I gradually quickened my pace, enjoying my mother's firm and elastic buttocks. At first, she would cry out in pain, but after a while, she got used to it. Every time I penetrated, she would automatically relax her anus, allowing me to penetrate deeper; and when I pulled out, her anus would automatically tighten, giving me immense stimulation. A few minutes later, I noticed that her tightly furrowed brows had relaxed, and sexy moans were escaping her lips.
For some reason, a violent desire suddenly welled up inside me.
"You're such a shameless bitch! Look at your lewd cunt, even being anally raped by your son makes you so wet... You must be enjoying it, Mom... Let me tell you, your body belongs to me, your whole body belongs to me... I'm going to fuck you for the rest of my life..."
I panted and grinned, my penis slamming harder and harder against my mother's naked, round buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her two full, high breasts heaving wildly, and she cried out in pain again.
"Gently, John... ahh... please, it hurts so much... please don't be so rough..."
Her cries were heart-wrenching, but I ignored them, my hands squeezing her swaying breasts hard.
"Shut up! You bitch... all you have to do is clench my cock, clench it with your asshole, oh, that's it! That's it... that's it... clench tighter, clench tighter... ahh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... ah...
I'm cumming in Mommy's asshole... ahhhhh..." With a high-pitched scream, I thrust my cock as deep as possible into Mommy's ass, ejaculating hot semen into her rectum.
Half a minute later, my limp penis slid out of her anus. Satisfied, I collapsed onto her, breathing softly.
Mommy sobbed softly, without saying a word. Silence remained between us, the mother and son's naked bodies still intertwined, until my penis hardened again.
"Please spread your legs, Mom," I said, "just like before, I want to see your cunt again..."
Mom shuddered, her face turning pale with panic.
"No, John... you promised me..."
I interrupted her sternly: "I command you to spread your legs, now!"
Mom stared at me blankly, fear shining in her eyes, then hesitantly, very slowly, spread her two snow-white, rounded thighs, once again revealing her most private parts to me.
Without a word, I lowered my head and passionately kissed her soft lips, my hands beginning to knead her bare, high breasts, my fingertips skillfully teasing her rosy nipples, quickly making them hard and erect.
Then I began to lick my mother's entire body with my tongue, starting from her neck and working my way down. I first sucked on her two nipples in turn, then slid down to her flat stomach, my tongue circling around her clean navel... When I reached that alluring crevice, it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid.
"No... um... please... oh... don't do this..."
my mother moaned, her face flushed, the warm juices flowing more and more, her eyes becoming hazy, as if she were in a daze.
I pressed myself against her again, my engorged penis aimed at that crevice and rubbed back and forth, the glans forcing open her tightly closed labia, and thrusting deep inside.
"Ah...no!" Mom struggled violently, crying out in a hoarse voice, "You promised to let me go after anal sex...you promised..."
"It's not my fault, Mom! It's just that your sinful body is too tempting..." I said with a sneer, "Come on, bitch...stop pretending to be a mother! Go and enjoy the most immoral pleasure with your dear son..."
After saying that, I thrust my hips forward, confidently inserting my penis into her vagina.
Mom kept crying and cursing, kicking her legs to try to push me away. But when my penis was completely inside her, and our pubic hair was intimately intertwined, she suddenly stopped struggling, her eyes filled with despair, probably realizing that the incest between mother and son was a fact, and now she could only accept her fate.
"That's right, dear Mom...you should have been more obedient a long time ago, your son will use his big cock to properly honor you..."
I enjoyed the sexy and fiery body beneath me. My mother's vagina was as tight as I had imagined, almost comparable to her anus, and the hot, slippery vaginal fluid was plentiful. The feeling of my glans hitting her cervix was intoxicating.
The bed shook up and down, the naked bodies of mother and son intertwined, engaging in shameless and lewd intercourse. At first, my mother tried to maintain her composure, but under my relentless onslaught, she quickly succumbed, her body reacting involuntarily, and she couldn't help but moan.
"Oh! Oh... My God... That's it... Ahh... Ron, fuck me! Fuck me!...
Ah... Ron, you're so good... Oh oh oh..."
Ron was my father's name. It seemed my mother had mistaken me for her deceased father in her extreme pleasure.
"Bitch, look carefully... The one fucking you now is me! Your son..."
I shouted angrily, pinching my mother's bright red nipples hard with my fingertips, preparing to pull out my penis and teach her a lesson first.
"Ah, don't pull it out...don't...fuck me...ah...fuck me harder..."
Unexpectedly, Mom actually clamped my waist with her legs, her plump, round buttocks arching upwards, preventing my penis from leaving.
"Don't pull it out...ah ah...big cock...ah..." She actually cried and begged, her long, beautiful legs clamping me tightly, "My dear son's big cock...oh oh...fuck me to death...Mommy needs her son's big cock..."
These words immediately turned my anger into joy. This naturally lewd mother! She finally admitted it, admitted that I had the right to possess her body.
“Mom, do you really like it when your son fucks your cunt?”
“Ah, yes… big cock, it feels so good to fuck Mom… oh… so embarrassing… ah, my dear son… fuck Mom to death…”
“Say it now, Susan is John’s bitch! I am your master!”
“Susan is… oh oh oh… John’s… bitch… ah ah… you are my… ah…
master… oh… son is Mom’s… master… oh oh… forever master…”
Mom screamed incoherently, as if the lust accumulated over two years of widowhood had fully erupted. She swayed her naked, plump buttocks lasciviously, her cunt eagerly gripping my penis, rubbing against each other and making a lewd “slurp slurp” sound.
I smiled with satisfaction, raised her legs high to my shoulders, and thrust in and out hundreds of times, sending her to the most intense orgasm once again.
"Oh...good son...ah...coming, fuck...it's coming out...my dear son...Mommy's been fucked so hard...ah...ah..."
Amidst the high-pitched cries and heavy breathing, I ejaculated all my hot semen into my mother's womb. The two of us, naked and trembling on the bed, experienced that ecstatic pleasure together...
Now, three whole weeks have passed. The scenes from Christmas night keep replaying in my mind like a movie, prompting me to sit in front of the computer and type out this true story.
In these three weeks, my illicit relationship with my mother has become completely stable. She has tacitly accepted my possession of her body, and we spend every night in the same bed. Under my careful guidance, my mother's mature body has blossomed with the most sensual charm. She has learned oral sex and deep throating, and after each time we finish making love, she silently cleans my penis with her tongue, giving me the greatest satisfaction.
But on the other hand, we have become less like a biological mother and son, losing the warm affection we once shared. I used to hope my mother would see me as the only man in the family, the "master" who had absolute control over her. But now that it's actually happened, I feel a strange sense of regret. Sometimes I even ask myself, if I hadn't found those old magazines in the attic that day, none of this would have happened. Was it a good thing or a bad thing for me?
[The End]

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