Mom's Sexy Panties

That day, I had dinner with classmates, so I didn't get home until after midnight.
Afraid of waking 　　my mother, I tried to keep my voice down as I entered.
Passing by her room, I gently pushed the half-open door open a crack and found her still awake, engrossed in a book on the edge of the bed with the bedside lamp on. She had her back to the door, so she didn't notice me. I quietly went back to my room.
Back in my room, I habitually opened my locked secret drawer.
"Ah!" I discovered that the things in my drawer had been moved. For a long time, I knew exactly where everything I put in it was. Now, not only were the positions different, but something seemed to be missing. I immediately checked—oh no… my diary… was gone.
My so-called secret drawer was just a large wooden box where I kept my personal belongings since I was little. In junior high, it held comic books, but after I started reading pornographic books in junior high, I locked it and made a pact with my mother not to look at my personal collection. Over the years, I constantly changed the contents of my collection. After high school, I accidentally saw my mother changing clothes, and from then on
, I became obsessed with her body. Besides collecting a considerable number of incestuous novels, books, videotapes, DVDs, and my mother's sexy panties, I also wrote my sexual fantasies about her in my diary. At first, I was furious and wanted to rush into my mother's room to confront her about breaking her promise. However, after calming down, I thought that since things had already come to this point, any reaction from me would only make our relationship more awkward. I decided to pretend I didn't know and observe my mother's reaction first.
So I left my room and tiptoed to my mother's door. The light shining through the crack in the door showed that she was still reading, probably my diary filled with sexual confessions about my mother. I quietly walked to the living room, opened and closed the front door, letting it make a sound to indicate that I was back.
Just as I slammed the door shut, I noticed that the light in my mother's room suddenly went out. I was even more certain that my mother was secretly reading my diary, so I deliberately went to her room, pushed open the door, and softly called her name.
"Mom..."
My mother was pretending to be asleep and didn't respond. I thought to myself that the diary was probably still hidden under the blanket.
I quietly went back to my room to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I usually take about twenty minutes to shower, but actually, I didn't shower in the bathroom. I wanted to give my mother time to put the diary back, because I guessed she was probably worried that I would find the diary missing after showering, and it might be too late if we waited until tomorrow.
I turned on the tap to make the sound of running water and deliberately played music to indicate that I was taking a shower, but actually, I was observing my mother's actions through the crack in the bathroom door. A little while later, sure enough, my mother also tiptoed out of her room, carrying my diary. After she came out of my room and went back to her own room, I left the bathroom and went back to my own room. The first thing I did, of course, was to open the hidden drawer to check. Sure enough, it had been put back, obviously in a hurry, and it was even upside down.
I didn't sleep much that night, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle this. It was obvious my mother would pretend nothing had happened, and although I hadn't written in my Oedipus diary every day, it had grown quite thick over the years. Especially after starting university, my infatuation with my mother's mature body had reached an uncontrollable level. So, the diary was filled with how I secretly admired her from behind, how I adored her full breasts and high buttocks, even peeping at her showering, changing clothes, and masturbating with her panties.
I figured she might not have finished reading, so I made a hypothesis: she might come back to take it again when I wasn't looking. To confirm this, I placed a hair on the spine of the diary and locked the drawer. If the hair wasn't there the next day, it meant she had touched it again. Only after everything was arranged did I finally fall asleep. But before drifting off to sleep, I came up with another daring plan.
The next day, as usual, Mom woke me up. Nothing seemed amiss, except that she clearly hadn't slept all night; her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept yawning. After washing up, I went to school.
I'm an only child; my father passed away when I was young. Mom took over his clothing business at twenty-five. Although she had no shortage of suitors over the past decade, she probably didn't remarry, perhaps because she was afraid I wouldn't like them. Perhaps due to her long-term management role and the need to socialize, Mom has always taken excellent care of herself; she doesn't look almost forty at all.
Maybe because I never had any sisters growing up, I'm very dependent on my mother, but I never expected it would turn into a mother complex.
Because of yesterday's events, I couldn't concentrate on class all day. In the afternoon, as usual, I called Mom's company, but they said she wasn't there. I guess she wanted to finish reading her diary yesterday, so she didn't go to work.
In the evening, when I got home, Mom was cooking.
"Mom, are you alright? Why didn't you go to the company today?"
"Oh... Mom... I'm not feeling well today... so..." Mom seemed a little uneasy.
After showering, I couldn't wait to go back to my room and open the drawer. Sure enough, the hair on the book spine had fallen out; Mom had indeed come to get it again. Besides that, I noticed something else: the panties I kept from Mom suddenly became shiny and were neatly folded into a stack. I picked them up and looked at them; they were still slightly warm, as if they had just been taken out of the dryer. "How come..." Mom had obviously washed all those panties and unconsciously folded them neatly using a woman's instinct.
Could it be... that she didn't object to me using her panties for masturbation, and even seemed to tacitly approve?
So I made up my mind and officially began my plan. That night, I wrote in my diary: "Mom, I don't know why, but I couldn't concentrate on class today. I kept thinking about you. I'm going crazy. I want to possess you. Give them to me! Mom, I want you." After writing that,
I put a hair on top and locked it.
The next day, I deliberately woke up earlier than my mother, then let my erect penis protrude from my underwear before covering it with the sheet.
A little while later, Mom got up too, and as usual, she lifted the blanket to wake me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing Mom walk towards me step by step, and sure enough, she yanked off the sheet. I closed my eyes, imagining her expression. Time ticked by, and Mom didn't make any further movement. Five minutes passed, and I finally couldn't resist opening my eyes to peek. I found Mom staring blankly at my penis, as if possessed. I thought, "Success!" But this couldn't go on forever, so I deliberately rolled over. Only then did Mom, as if waking from a deep sleep, hurriedly cover herself with the sheet.
"Xiao...Xiao Jun...wake up." Mom's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; how could she wake someone like that?
Finally, I pretended to be sleepy and rolled over to wake up.
"Mom...good morning!"
"...Good...time...to get up," she seemed still dazed.
I deliberately tried to pull back the sheet, and when my mother saw this, she hurriedly turned around, looking very awkward. I also felt it was a bit cruel to tease my beloved mother like this, so I quickly put my clothes back on.
That evening, I made an excuse to not come back until after eight o'clock, so as to give my mother some time to read my diary.
When I got back, Mom was taking a shower. I quickly went back to my room and opened the hidden drawer. Sure enough, Mom had seen my new confession again. I also noticed a pair of panties I'd never seen before. My heart pounded. I picked them up for a closer look—wow…it was a pair of almost completely transparent black mesh panties! Could it be…a gift from Mom? I was so excited I almost jumped for joy. Mom not only condoned my actions but actually sponsored them—it was unbelievably absurd! I calmed down and looked carefully again to see if Mom had left any other clues. Later, I found a note tucked inside the cover of the diary: "Xiao Jun, Mom is conflicted. I hope you see this note, but I don't want you to see it too soon. Sigh... Please forgive Mom for not intentionally reading your diary. You've always refused to tell Mom if you have a girlfriend. I was hoping to find something like love letters or photos in your room, but I didn't expect... Sigh! Mom was really shocked after reading your diary. I never imagined that you refused to have a girlfriend because you secretly loved Mom. Xiao Jun, Mom isn't old-fashioned. I've been a widow for so many years and never wanted to remarry. Besides wanting to take care of you wholeheartedly, Mom also had a selfish reason: to keep you by my side forever. You said in your diary that you have a mother complex, but Mom also has a son complex. Mom's heart is so confused, Xiao Jun. If you see this letter, please pretend you don't know for now, okay? Mom isn't ready yet. Sweet dreams!"
"P.S. I'm so happy you like Mom's underwear. Don't feel guilty or think there's something wrong with you. I think all men like women's underwear. The ones you collected are all old, so Mom is giving you a newer pair that I've only worn once. I hope you like it."
Reading Mom's response, my excitement was indescribable.
When I left the room, Mom hadn't finished showering.
"Mom, are you done? I'm going to shower!"
"Yes, yes!" Mom said, walking out of the bathroom. The clothes she was wearing almost made my eyes linger.
She was only wearing a thin vest and white panties, and with the wet drops on her body, she was almost completely transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin vest, and the water from the panties seeped through her thighs, revealing her dark pubic hair. This was the first time I'd ever seen her dressed like this.
"Xiao Jun... don't look..."
Mom's face was flushed, I didn't know if it was from shyness or the lingering heat from the shower, or both!
Before entering the bathroom, I gave Mom a knowing smile. Mom was already starting to adjust herself.
As I took off my clothes in the bathroom and was about to throw them into the laundry basket, I suddenly noticed a bright green lace panty draped prominently on top. It was so obvious that I could see a pool of milky-white, sticky substance in the middle of the fabric without even bending down. To determine if it was detergent, I picked it up and smelled it. A faint, fishy odor wafted up. I realized my mother must have masturbated before I returned. That pool of fluid was, in fact, her vaginal discharge. It seemed as if she was deliberately displaying it for me to see. At that moment, I was completely certain that the change in our mother-son relationship was already on the verge of collapse; it was just a matter of who would fire the first shot.
Back in my room, I took out my diary again, wanting to leave a few more words for my mother, but I found another note tucked inside. It read, "Xiaojun, Mom wants to borrow the top-of-the-line videotape from you. Put it in the VCR, and I'll come out to watch it at midnight. But you have to promise me you won't come out. Take it back tomorrow morning."
I looked at the videotape on the top shelf. It was covered in Japanese that I couldn't understand, the only clear thing being the title: "Mother and Son Incest." I thought this was Mom's second step in her plan, wanting to understand what incest between mother and son was like.
As soon as midnight struck, I saw the TV in the living room turn on. Mom came out to watch, and I thought I should do as she said and not disturb her. But in the end, I couldn't resist sneaking open the bedroom door and peeking in. I saw Mom not wearing a bra, just a white pair of panties, leaning against the sofa, her breasts prominent, intently watching the TV screen.
After watching for a while, I went back to my room to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already past three o'clock, and the lights on the living room TV were off. I went to the bathroom and couldn't resist going into my mother's room.
Wow! My mother was lying naked on the bed, her panties pulled down to her knees, and a thick patch of black pubic hair clung to her thighs like it had been soaked in water. I didn't expect this videotape to have such a powerful effect. Facing my mother's beautiful body, I was already uncontrollably aroused, and my penis was erect. My mind was racing, constantly calculating how to proceed. Now that I had sex with my mother, I believed she wouldn't say anything. I stood in front of the bed for a long time, thinking, watching my mother's breasts rise and fall with her breath, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke my mother's nipples. "Mmm..." My mother hummed softly, but didn't wake up. I became bolder and placed my entire palm on my mother's breasts, kneading and stroking them up and down.
"Mmm...mmm..." My mother just kept making soft moans of pleasure, still not opening her eyes.
I thought to myself, maybe I acted too soon; Mom's defenses weren't fully open yet. But since she was pretending, I might as well indulge myself! So I became even more unrestrained in my caresses, kneading her breasts with one hand and stroking her pubic hair with the other.
"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Mom's voice became increasingly lewd, almost making me unable to resist lifting her legs and thrusting my penis hard into her vagina.
"Ah...ah...no...no...ah..." As I inserted my fingers into Mom's vagina, she moaned like a babbling madman, but she wouldn't open her eyes.
Okay, I changed tactics, pulling down Mom's panties and spreading her legs. Since the light was too dim to see clearly, I simply turned on the main light. Wow! Mom's labia were slowly dripping with vaginal fluid. I climbed onto the bed, pressed my face against Mom's vagina, and used my tongue to pry open the cleft, licking Mom's vagina incessantly.
"Ah...ah...ah...good...good..." Mom finally couldn't help but say "good." So I worked even harder, using my tongue to tease her, and reached up to squeeze her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Ten minutes later, Mom's body suddenly stiffened, her buttocks lifted up, then dropped hard—she had climaxed. Mom's vagina trembled continuously, each tremor releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, soon soaking the entire sheet.
Mom was satisfied, but I was in trouble; a burning desire still hadn't subsided.
In the end, I helplessly kissed Mom's lips and went back to my room to sleep.
I was awakened by a caress. I checked my watch; it was seven in the morning. I looked at Mom sitting by the bed, one of her hands holding my penis.
"Xiao Jun...no...don't wake up...you...you're still dreaming, understand? You're having a sweet dream."
I understood what Mom meant, so I closed my eyes again, letting her do as she pleased.
What a beautiful weekend morning!
My mother kept stroking my penis with her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, teasing me until I almost couldn't resist picking her up and having sex with her.
A moment later, I secretly opened my eyes and saw that my mother had closed her eyes, looking completely absorbed. She then rubbed her cheek against my penis, and finally, I saw her slowly stick out her tongue and begin licking the glans, before opening her mouth and taking my entire penis into her mouth.
Wow! It felt so good; my mother's mouth was like a suction cup, sucking up and down.
"Slurp...slurp..." The sucking sounds kept coming from my mother's mouth. A moment later, she took my testicles into her mouth, sucking in and out from left and right. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer, and while my mother was sucking my penis again, I ejaculated into her mouth.
I heard a gulp as my mother swallowed it, licked the area around my penis clean, and then turned and left.
When I got up, I found the diary open on the desk, and my mother had written a passage on a new page.
"Yesterday's video was really good, but that mother and son were so foolish in the end. Nobody knew, so why did they commit suicide? All that talk about ethics and morality is just self-deception. Don't you think so? If I were that mother, I'd change my name, take my beloved son, and run away to somewhere no one knows me!"
"Mom's going to work. Come back early at noon; Mom has a birthday present for you."
It seems Mom's thinking is even more open-minded than mine; she's already planned her escape route, so I don't need to worry about anything. But what exactly is Mom up to? What present is she going to give me? I can't figure it out.
Finally, noon arrived, and I rushed home.
As I entered, I saw Mom's high heels; she was home early.
Passing by her room, I saw a note on the door that read: "Xiao Jun, come in; the present is in the room."
I pushed open the door and was startled. Inside, a woman in bikini-like underwear was reclining, looking at me with seductive eyes. For a moment, I thought Mom had found me a woman, but upon closer inspection, the shapely beauty was none other than Mom herself.
Mom had put on makeup and styled her hair.
"Xiao Jun, don't you recognize Mom?"
"No... Mom... you... are so beautiful... so beautiful..." I stammered.
"Xiao Jun, come here, come to Mom."
"Mom..."
"Xiao Jun, do you like this lingerie set? I bought it especially this morning!"
"Mom, I like it. I like anything Mom wears."
"Heh... little devil... tell me... do you want Mom?"
"Want... want Mom what?" I didn't understand for a moment.
"Oh! Still pretending, bullying Mom." Mom pouted like a little girl and started to act coquettishly.
"Mom, I really don't know! What gift are you going to give me?" I decided to tease her.
"Okay! You... do you want... Mom's... body?" Mom became bolder and bolder.
"Yes, yes, I want it so badly."
"Then... what are you waiting for? Hurry up and... open your gift!" Mom scolded again.
"A...a present? Where is it, Mom?"
"Silly, Mom is...is...your present."
I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to hug my mother tightly, kissing her lips.
"Mmm..." My mother immediately put her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around.
My hands weren't idle either; through her semi-transparent bright red bra, I kneaded my mother's breasts.
"Mmm...mmm..." This kiss lasted for almost five minutes before I pulled away from my mother's lips.
"Xiao Jun...come...Mom wants you...to hug me..." My mother took the initiative to hug me tightly, kissing my entire face.
I reached into my mother's panties, which were only tied with a ribbon, and stroked her pubic hair.
"Xiao Jun, come...smell it." My mother knelt up, wanting me to smell her genitals.
"Wow...it smells so good..." A faint fragrance wafted in.
"Mom sprayed perfume especially for you!"
I then pushed Mom down again, lifted her legs, bit open the silk string of her panties, and the panties fell to one side, exposing Mom's entire vulva. I took it into my mouth and continued to lick her labia and clitoris in the same way I had made her climax last night, before thrusting into her vagina.
"Ah...ah...so good...Xiao Jun...your tongue...so good...ah..." Mom started moaning again in pleasure.
"Mmm...ah...Xiao Jun...my little husband...Mom...so good...faster...Mom wants...faster..." Mom was already somewhat lost in the moment. I couldn't help but take off my clothes as well, and when I finally took off my underwear, my penis sprang out.
"Ah...Jun...so thick...yesterday...it didn't seem this big..."
"Does Mom like it?" I guided it closer to Mom's vulva.
"I like it...Mom likes it...faster...come on...fuck me in...fuck me into the vulva you've been fantasizing about for so many years..." My
long-held fantasy had finally come true, and my excitement had reached my penis.
I gently rubbed the head of my penis back and forth against Mom's vulva, which was overflowing with lustful fluid.
“Good son…stop teasing Mom…fuck me in…fuck me in quickly…”
I took a deep breath and suppressed my lust. Ignoring my mother’s words, I continued to rub against her vulva.
“Xiao Jun…dear son…good son…no…good husband…Mom can’t take it anymore…fuck me in…from now on…Mom will let you fuck me every day…okay?…”
“Mom, you said it yourself! You can’t back out!”
“Yes…it’s what Mom wanted…I like my son to fuck me…from now on…I’ll let you…fuck me every day…”
“Mom, don’t say ‘insert,’ say ‘fuck,’ it’s more exciting.”
“Okay…fuck…hurry up…fuck Mom…Mom will let Xiao Jun…my dear son fuck me…”
Seeing that I was almost done, I stopped teasing her.
With a “plop,” my entire penis slid into my mother’s vulva.
"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...gently...slowly...don't move...good son...Mom hasn't been fucked in over ten years...it's so tight inside...you have to be gentle..."
So I held back, leaving my penis still inside Mom's vagina, then lifted her upper body and sucked on her breasts. Mom's breasts seemed quite sensitive; even a gentle touch would cause her whole body to tremble. After a while...
"Jun...you can fuck me now...Mom's vagina is so wet...so good...fuck me quickly..."
So I lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders and began to thrust. So beautiful, so wonderful, Mom's body was truly a masterpiece.
"Ah...ah...so wonderful...dear son...Mom is so beautiful...so beautiful...you fuck me so good...Mom regrets it so much...not reading...your diary...otherwise...I would have let you fuck me long ago..."
"Sizzle...sizzle...sizzle..." With my vigorous thrusting, the lustful fluids in Mom's vagina and Mom's moans created a captivating sound.
“Mmm…mmm…ah…Xiao Jun…son…my dear husband…Mom is yours now…so good…the feeling of incest is so exciting…Xiao Jun…what do you think…ah…fuck your dear mother…how does it feel…beautiful…is it beautiful…”
“Mom…son feels so good…fuck your dear mother…so good…how about you…being fucked by your own son…with his penis…into the place that gave birth to him…how does it feel…”
“Good…beautiful…the beauty of flying to heaven…so exciting…ah…if I had known being fucked by my own son…would be so beautiful…Mom would have let you fuck her long ago…faster…fuck her again…Mom has lived for over ten years in vain…ah…husband…my dear husband.
…Mom wants to marry you…okay…okay…ah…every day…I want you…to fuck Mom’s little cunt…okay….”
“Mom…I don’t want…I don’t want you to marry me…we want to be mother and son forever…mother and son incest…son fucking mother…this feeling…is so good…”
“Ah…yes…yes…I don’t want to marry…you…don’t call you husband…I want to call you my dear son…my dear son fucking my dear mother…oh…that’s great…fuck me…son…my darling son…you’re fucking me…I’m dying…I can’t take it…it’s too exciting…hurry…rush…I’m coming…hurry…come out with me…ah…ah…”
Mom let out a long cry, her body tensed, and I immediately relaxed, ejaculating deep into Mom’s vagina.
After Mom’s vagina stopped contracting, I gently pulled out my penis. I could only see a trickle of fluid flowing from her vaginal opening as I withdrew. Mom still had her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
I got up and picked Mom up.
“Good son, what do you want to do!”
“Mom, I just want to take my gift back to my room.” I teased her on purpose.
“You…you’re so naughty…” Mom said coquettishly, then let me hold her.
After returning to the room, the mother and son were naked on the bed, caressing each other.
I think perhaps both my son and I harbor a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of societal morality is torn away, will flow like a river bursting its banks.
I took out the hidden box and retrieved all the secrets. Since the secret is no longer a secret, I thought we should let it become our shared secret. But my mother had a different opinion.
“Jun, Mom has thought it through. Our happiness lies in that secret pleasure. Once that secret is gone, and we no longer interact in the same way as before, it will lose its novelty over time. Besides, if we get used to being intimate, it will be difficult to keep it a secret once we leave this house, because even the best disguise can't hide the desire in our eyes. Mom is a manager at the company, and it's not good to arouse suspicion too early. Mom wants you to promise that our usual lifestyle won't change at all. Mom promises you… I'll give it to you every day
… Mom won't back out, but for a man, having sex every day isn't good for his health in the long run. Besides, Mom needs you forever, not just temporarily. Do you understand?”
“This… okay! I'll listen to you.” I thought about what my mother said and felt it made sense.
"Also, you can leave your collection there for now! I really want to look at those books and videotapes too, so just put them on your desk. If you like my underwear, you can put it with the ones in my closet now. You can bring them all over, and I can come to your room to change when I need to. Actually, I have some secret collections that you won't find, but don't worry, you'll see them one by one eventually. And isn't that more interesting? As for your diary, it's almost finished. I bought a new one; just wait a moment."
With that, Mom went back to her room and got a new diary. The design was quite exquisite, with the cover and back inlaid with beautifully grained teak. Only a heart was visible on the cover, with the words "Intimate Diary" written on it.
"Starting today, we'll use this diary to share our secrets, okay? Just put it on your desk. I'll leave you a message every day before I go to work."
"Mom, I love you." I couldn't help but hug and kiss my mother passionately.
"Xiao Jun, you have to keep our promise!"
"I will, Mom, I promise you, but..."
"But what?"
"Today doesn't count, starting tomorrow." After saying that, I impatiently lifted my mother's legs, pressed them against her body, and raised my penis to penetrate her.
"Wait...wait a minute, Xiao Jun, don't rush! Come on, Mom has a suggestion." My mother said, getting up and taking out the "mother-son incest" videotape from my hidden compartment.
"Come on!" My mother gave me a playful smile, then pulled my hand and led me out of the room to the living room.
My mother put the videotape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing.
From my mother's many small actions, the usually dignified, mature, and steady manager seemed to have suddenly turned into a quirky little woman. I couldn't help but feel a little curious about my mother.
"Xiao Jun, let's watch it together, Mom wants to watch it again." We sat naked on the sofa.
The videotape described an incestuous story between a mother and son that occurred during the month the husband was away on business abroad.
It started with the son peeping at his mother showering and changing clothes. Then one night, while she was asleep, he raped her. During the rape, the mother became sexually aroused and took the initiative, actively cooperating with her son's thrusts, constantly changing positions, and even teaching him sexual techniques. "
At the beginning of the video, the mother was already stroking my penis, but her eyes were still fixed on the screen.
When the video showed the mother turning over, kneeling on the bed, raising her hips, and asking her son to penetrate her from behind, the mother also got up and knelt on the sofa like the mother on the screen, raising her hips to reveal her hairy vulva.
"Come on, Xiao Jun, do it too." "
I immediately understood, and with a 'plop,' I thrust my penis into my mother's vagina.
'Ah...ah...good...son...Mom feels so...comfortable...I guessed right...this position...is truly wonderful...ah...so stimulating...'
The mother on the TV screen was moaning wildly, and my mother was also desperately making lewd noises, the lewdness intertwining into an indescribable scene. This stimulation was truly extraordinary.
'Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...'
'Mom...you're so great...how...why did you come up with this...idea...so great...so good...'
Then the mother on the screen turned to the side, raising her right leg and placing it on her son, who then thrust his penis into her from the side.
'Mom...come on...' I also changed positions, but the sofa wasn't wide enough, so I simply raised my mother's right leg directly on the floor. With a 'plop,' I thrust into my mother's vagina again.
'Ah...ah...um...Jun...this position...is also so beautiful...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...Mom loves it so much...good...I'll fuck you to death...'"
"Mom...you're so good...so lewd...son likes it...are you comfortable..."
"Ah...um...Mom feels good...Mom feels so good...it feels so good to be fucked by her own son...faster...again..."
Due to the position, it wasn't suitable for rapid thrusting. Just then, the mother and son on the screen switched back to the normal position, and I promptly lifted my mother's other leg, placing both on my shoulders, and began thrusting violently.
"Good...ah...Mom wants...son...Mom wants...fuck me...faster...faster...ah...ah..."
At this moment, following the TV drama's plot, I lifted my mother up completely, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I stood up and thrust into my mother's pussy while suspended in the air.
"Ah...ah...sizzle...sizzle...my dear son...the videotape didn't...it didn't lie...it really feels so good...ah...
Mom's little pussy...almost...almost can't take it anymore...ah...oh my god...son...Mom's flying...it feels like flying...ah...oh my god...almost...almost coming...ah...ah...coming...coming out...I've given it to you...my dear son..." Mom climaxed, and I stopped thrusting. Mom's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist. The mother and son on TV seemed to have finished earlier than us, and the scene had changed.
"Good son, can you put Mom down now?"
I gently put her down and gently pulled out my penis.
"Ah...gently...gently...um..." Her pussy was quite sensitive after the orgasm.
"Mom, was it good?"
"Jun, Mom felt very good, thank you!" Mom kissed me.
"Mom, you little slut, your moans are so exciting! I feel so satisfied."
"But you haven't ejaculated yet."
"Mom, actually, my pleasure comes from the process of having sex with you, not the end, you understand? Otherwise, I could just masturbate, why would I need sex?"
"Really? As long as you're truly satisfied."
"Mom, honestly, you haven't had sex in over ten years? How do you have so many ideas about sex?"
"Silly boy! Why would I lie to you? Of course! I'm in business, and I socialize a lot. Many big bosses are pursuing me, but whenever I get close to those well-dressed, greasy-haired men, no matter how much perfume they wear, I can always smell their stench. And no matter how they try to hide it, their lecherous looks are impossible to conceal. It disgusts me, but for business, I still have to socialize with them, sigh!"
"Mom, I'm so sorry for you." I kissed my mother's hair affectionately.
“Jun, for the past ten years or so, Mom has relied on masturbation to satisfy her needs. But only today did I fully realize that masturbation and real intercourse are worlds apart. You know what? It's not that Mom has a lot of ideas, it's just that Mom also relies on sexual fantasies to achieve orgasm.”
“Oh! So… who do you usually fantasize about?”
“Oh dear! You little devil, why are you asking Mom this!” Mom started acting coquettish again.
“Tell me, I want to know.” I also tried to coax her.
"Um... I can tell you... but... I'm scared... I'm scared..."
"Scared of what? Tell me, I promise I won't eat you."
"No... it's not about that... it's just... sigh... okay... Mom originally wanted to keep a little secret, but never mind, maybe... maybe... it's fate... Okay, Xiao Jun, when I saw the contents of your diary, actually
... actually, Mom wasn't shocked, but happy, excited beyond words. Because... because when you were in middle school, once Mom accidentally saw your... your penis, and was shocked. I didn't expect you to be only fourteen years old, and that thing was already so big. Mom couldn't help but masturbate in the room."
"Mom... you mean... your sexual fantasies are about me... you're lying!"
"You're such an idiot. The first time you masturbated with my underwear, you ejaculated all over it and put it back without even cleaning it. It's my underwear, how could you not notice? Another time you slept in my underwear and forgot to take it off. When I woke you up in the morning, I found that the lace mesh on the underwear had been torn. The next day you thought you had gotten away with it and put it back. You're such an idiot."
Having her mother expose her embarrassing moments from puberty, she was speechless.
"Mom originally thought it was just a natural phenomenon of boys going through puberty. In the years that followed, Mom was busy with her career and didn't pay attention anymore. Even if a few pairs of underwear were missing occasionally, she didn't care, thinking that you would be fine after puberty. But after reading your diary that day, I realized that your love for Mom had never changed, but had become even stronger, which aroused my... my sexual fantasies about you. Actually, ever since that time I fantasized about you raping Mom and had an orgasm, Mom has gotten used to you. Every time I think about you, it's you. If you don't believe me, Mom will show you something, and you'll understand."
Mom said, stroking my penis again. "Until yesterday, it was the second time I saw your penis. It's even thicker and bigger than it was in junior high school."
"Mom, we won't need to use masturbation to solve this anymore, right?"
"Of course, Mom has a son who loves me so much, who is so... good at... fucking, so I don't need to rely on my hands and fantasies to satisfy myself." Mom said, taking my penis into her mouth.
"Mom... wait... wait... what did you say you were going to show me?"
"Wait a minute." Mom let go of my penis and went into the room.
I usually only rummaged through the closet where my mom kept her bras and panties; I never knew she had so many secrets.
A moment later, Mom came out, carrying three books.
"Sigh! Xiao Jun, we're a match made in heaven! Guess what these are?"
I immediately guessed—a diary, Mom's diary… Could it be… Oh my god! Could this be?
“Xiao Jun, you’ve only written one book, but Mom has written three over the years. Don’t you think we’re a perfect match?”
I randomly flipped to one of the books, dated from my freshman year of college. It read: “Xiao Jun, Mom came again last night. Your big thing fucked Mom’s little pussy hard. Oh, so beautiful. Mom wishes this wasn’t a fantasy, but real…” I
flipped to another, newer one, dated just last week. It read: “Xiao Jun, you said you don’t have a girlfriend, but Mom doesn’t believe you. You’re so good, Mom doesn’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend. Mom is so jealous, so reluctant to let you go. Mom loves you. Will you look down on Mom? Think Mom has psychological problems? Mom is so afraid you’ll find out, but I also want you to know. Come hug Mom! Mom loves you madly. Mom is willing to give herself to you. Mom’s body has already been given to you. I’m waiting for you. I really hope that one day you will come in, take off Mom’s clothes, and, just like Mom’s heart desires, possess me with your penis, possess Mom, rape Mom, fuck Mom’s little pussy…”
"...
Seeing this, I looked up at my mother. Her face was flushed, shy yet tender, her eyes gazing at my reaction with seductive allure. Our mother-son understanding had reached such a level that no more words were needed. I lifted her chin, and she immediately closed her eyes. I kissed her moist, luscious lips.
'Mmm...smack...mmm...smack...'
My mother's tongue passionately explored my mouth, then drew my tongue into hers. Her hands and legs entwined tightly around me.
'Mmm...mmm...mmm...huff...' Being kissed passionately by my mother was completely different from kissing her myself. I fully felt her love and desire.
The kiss lasted for nearly ten minutes before she reluctantly pulled away, reigniting our passion."
We said nothing more. With a glance, Mom rolled over and lay face down on the pillow, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs, giving me a clearer view of her pink vulva. So beautiful, so beautiful, a delicate, rosy white, unlike the dark, unsightly vulvas in pornographic pictures. Mom's pubic hair was soft and thick, feeling as comfortable as lush green grass. I lowered my head, mesmerized, to kiss and lick it. Just as Mom could no longer resist, I held her full buttocks and, with a "plop," thrust my penis into her dripping, wet vulva.
That day, Mom and I had sex constantly. Mom climaxed again and again. Because Mom told me it was her safe period, I unabashedly ejaculated into her vagina, scalding her uterus, the place that had once nurtured me. Mom's bold moans seemed never to cease, uttering every lewd word she knew. With my guidance, it reached an extreme level of debauchery.
This woman, my own mother, my completely liberated sexual partner—I was certain in my heart that all the ultimate sexual pleasure was here. What more could I ask for than a celestial beauty?
Our intercourse, mother and son, didn't end until 10 PM. We were almost completely drained of our fluids. The sofa, the floor, my mother's and my bed were covered in traces of our lewdness, especially my bed, strewn with pubic hair that had fallen after our intense intercourse.
After having some snacks, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I saw was a full, round bottom, wearing a tight pink thong that clung tightly to the bulging flesh in the middle, with a deep slit in the center.
"Oh...Mom...Good...morning." Mom was straddling me, sucking on my penis, which was how she woke me up.
"Mmm...Good...child...mmm..." Mom finished speaking and took it back in.
I let Mom do as she pleased, only reaching out to bring Mom's plump buttocks towards my face, and starting to lick that slit through her panties.
"Mom...didn't you say...starting today...we'll go back to our normal way of getting along?"
"Mom forgot today is Sunday. From now on, Sundays are no longer part of our agreement. Holidays belong to us. Okay?" Mom rolled over and lay on top of me.
"Of course!" I couldn't be happier.
It was another beautiful morning, and we had another frenzied sexual encounter before eating breakfast.
We tidied up the house that day, and Mom moved all her underwear into my room. Then we played a game. Mom stretched out several long ropes in my room and called me out.
She called me back in a while later, and as soon as I entered the room, I was attracted by the spectacular sight before me. It turned out that Mom had hung up all her panties one by one. I counted, and there were at least a hundred different kinds of sexy underwear in various colors. Mom's quirky ideas are truly numerous, and this was just one of many ways she added spice to our relationship.
Mom explained that these were also part of her company's business.
I only knew that Mom's company was involved in garment import and export, but I didn't realize it included women's underwear. No wonder Mom had so many fancy lingerie.
After Mom's explanation, I understood the huge difference between these few pieces of fabric. Mom's underwear was all made of high-quality materials, ranging in price from several hundred to several thousand yuan per piece. The red lingerie set she bought for me yesterday cost over eight thousand yuan! I curiously touched it repeatedly, comparing it with other similar underwear, and realized that the difference in feel was indeed immense; no matter how much I rubbed it, it wouldn't wrinkle.
But Mom had a different purpose in telling me all this, which I only discovered the next morning.
When Mom introduced the clothes to me, she even acted as a model, showing me each one and letting me feel their texture. I caressed Mom while feeling them. The feeling was truly intoxicating.
That day, apart from Mom constantly changing her panties and bras, we were almost completely naked together. Mom, afraid I'd get tired of her body later and to maintain the allure, always kept a set of underwear on. Actually, I quite agreed with Mom's view; the allure of a hint of skin was definitely more stimulating than complete nudity.
Later, Mom kept one set to wear and folded the rest neatly, separating the bras and panties into several piles on my bookshelf. But what puzzled me was that she labeled each pile with numbers: 1…2…3…4…5… When I asked her why, she playfully only said two words: "Secret…Secret."
Before going to sleep, we had passionate intercourse again before going to our respective rooms.
The next day, we both kept our promise. After Mom woke me up, she went to work as usual.
As I finished washing up and was about to leave, I suddenly remembered my new secret with my mother… our diary. Yesterday, after my mother revealed her secret diary to me, she said, “Jun, from now on, we’ll use that new diary as our secret. Mom has promised you, every day… I’ll give you… give you… oh dear! I can’t say it! You understand, that’s good. But Mom is worried that you’ll have sex with Mom every day, and your body won’t be able to handle it. Women are different from men; if a man’s sperm count is low, his energy won’t be good. Besides… Mom really likes the feeling of your warm semen entering Mom’s body. From now on, every month Mom will write my menstrual cycle on your calendar. During the safe period, you can safely ejaculate inside Mom’s… vagina. But during ovulation, you’ll have to wear a condom. Mom can’t get pregnant now. In a few years, after Mom closes her business, we’ll leave this city, and everything is settled, Mom won’t be afraid anymore, okay?” " It's inconvenient for Mom to buy you condoms, so you'll have to buy them yourself. Buy a lot and keep some on hand.
Mom leaves messages in our diaries every day. You'll know what to do when you read the messages."
Thinking of what Mom said, I quickly went back to my room and opened the diary on the table. On the new page, it read: "Jun, for your health, Mom is going to give you a challenge. From now on, Mom will leave you a riddle in her messages every day, like a treasure hunt. You have to solve the riddle according to the instructions in the messages. Only when you solve it will Mom give you her body. If you can't solve it or the time is up
, it doesn't count..." Reading this, I truly admired Mom. Managing a company for so many years, she's no ordinary woman. She has many ideas, and they're always unexpected. More importantly, she makes our sex life incredibly fun. I couldn't help but sigh, if all couples in this world had half the fun of Mom, how could there be any unhappy couples! To have a woman like Mom, what more could a husband ask for?
I continued reading.
"...Okay, today's riddle is—Northern Hemisphere, 75; Southern Hemisphere, 18—that's it, my dear son, go treasure hunting!"
Good heavens! What is this? North latitude? South latitude? East longitude? West longitude? But even if there are such coordinates, there's no map like this!
I racked my brains, still unable to figure it out when I left.
During my lunch break, I reviewed yesterday's events again, hoping to find some clues.
Mom is really cunning, what kind of riddle is this!
Suddenly, I had an idea.
In the afternoon, I couldn't wait to go home and see Mom's masterpiece from yesterday: rows of underwear labeled with numbers. "Northern Hemisphere" refers to the bras on top, 75 is the fifth item in the seventh row, "Southern Hemisphere" refers to the panties on the bookshelf below, and 18 is the eighth item in the first row.
Sure enough, I first took out the fifth bra in the seventh row, and inside was a note that read: "21:00."
The time was found. I took out the eighth pair of panties from the first row, an extremely provocative black lace panty. Inside was a note that read, "Do you like this panty? Mom will wear it for you. Kitchen." Mom
wanted me to bring the panties to the kitchen at nine o'clock that evening.
When Mom returned, I deliberately pretended to be anxious, frequently glancing at her for help at the dinner table. Mom still didn't break her promise, only gently pinching my nose and saying, "Silly!" while clearing the dishes.
Finally, it was almost nine o'clock. I saw Mom go into the kitchen, put the panties in her pocket, and then follow her in. As soon as I entered, I said, "Mom, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"
I saw the initial pleasure on Mom's face turn to disappointment.
"Okay, you wait outside, I'll cook something for you," Mom said, her voice sounding dejected.
Just as Mom turned to turn on the stove, I took out the panties, hugged her from behind, and showed them to her.
"Oh! You're teasing Mom... teasing me on purpose... you're so naughty..." Mom said playfully, her voice tinged with delight.
"Mom, you're so clever, how could your son be stupid!"
"Jun... Mom has faith in you, but... you're so naughty! You teased Mom all night, making me worry."
"Who told you to give such a strange question? Okay, you'll keep your word!" I handed Mom the panties.
Mom then took off her clothes one by one in front of me, and put on the black lace panties.
After a period of caressing, I turned my mother around, pulled her panties down to her thighs, spread her legs, and, holding my penis, thrust it into her vagina from behind with a "plop."
"Ah...my dear son...Mom loves you so much...so smart...no wonder...ah...you're Mom's biological son...mmm
...fuck me...the mystery is solved...Mom is...my dear son's...vagina...ah...vagina is so beautiful...ah...
my dear son...your penis is so thick...so long...ah...it's inside...ah...you're making Mom feel so good......
ah...ah...fuck me...fuck Mom hard...Mom loves it when you fuck me..."
After a while, we switched from standing to Mom kneeling on the floor tiles, and then I lifted her onto the sink and thrust vigorously.
And so, my mother and I completed another round of passionate and pleasurable intercourse.
Before going to sleep, I was filled with anticipation, looking forward to another wave of climax the next day.
In this atmosphere of challenge and excitement, my mother and I indulged in daily lovemaking with unbridled joy.
Of course, it wasn't truly every day. Sometimes, when she wasn't feeling well or was too tired from work, although she would still test me with riddles as agreed, I would pretend not to know the answers so she could rest. My mother, of course, understood and felt touched by my tenderness and consideration. The deep love between my mother and me had long since transcended the ordinary love between a man and a woman for sex.
However, I truly admired my mother's endless stream of ideas; sometimes simple, sometimes difficult, but she always went to great lengths to spice up our lives. For example, once she only wrote "ice" in her diary
. I found an ice cube tray in the freezer, melted all the small ice cubes, and found a note written in permanent marker in one of the cubes. It read: "These ice cubes aren't enough to extinguish the burning passion between mother and son. Mom needs you. 10 PM, Mom will be waiting for you in the room."
A more difficult instance was quite remarkable. For example, once my mother wrote in her diary: "x-1023 00:56:38."
I was completely baffled. What did x-1023 mean? Was 00:56:38 a time? 12:56:38 AM? Impossible. I had to decipher x-1023 first.
Finally, because of the word "x," I focused on the sexual aspect and found a videotape titled "Adulterous Mother" among a pile of videotapes on the bookshelf. The number on it was x-1023, so 00:56:38 must be the playback time. So I rewound the VCR to zero and then sped it up. The numbers on the VCR spun rapidly until 00:56:38, at which point I paused. All I saw on the screen was the subtitle: "□ After dinner, Mom is waiting for you in the room. Come on over!"
It was a scene from the video where the mother was proposing to her son.
Puzzle games like this made me feel willing even if I couldn't solve them, and the satisfaction of solving them was even greater.
Once, I even solved the mystery right before the time was up. That time, my mother's message only contained the two letters "pc." Of course, I immediately thought of a computer, so as soon as I got home, I turned on the computer to find the answer. But after searching through all the erotic pictures and articles I had collected, I still couldn't find it. Then I thought of using the date; maybe my mother had created a new text file and hidden it in that directory. So I locked the date to the most recent few days, but I was afraid my mother would change the date after typing it. Finally, I found one, but it was a directory, not a file. It was a directory named "myde." Excitedly, I opened it, only to find a bunch of subdirectories starting with "a." After looking through them all, I realized only the "ars" directory had anything; the others were empty. I thought to myself, "Mom must have set up countless subdirectories!" But the answer was finally about to appear. I finally opened the last directory, named "irty," and inside was a text file.
Finally, I solved it! But when I opened the text file, I saw the words: "Good luck! Almost there!"
Oh my god! What is this?!
I tried again to find clues, but it was still no use. I couldn't help but curse the Windows 95 system screen. I jumped into DOS and searched again. After going in one by one without finding anything, I suddenly noticed a string of text on the screen: c:\myde\ars\onm\omw\anty\oufu\ckmei\nbat\hroo\matsev\en-th\irty. I had a flash of inspiration. I copied it down and went back to Windows 95 because directory names in Windows 95 can be case-sensitive, but DOS doesn't allow this. So I combined all the directory names, and the result was: c:\myde\ars\onm\omw\anty\oufu\ckmei\nbat\hroo\matsev\en-th\irty. Separating them, it read: my dear son. mom want you fuck me in the bathroom, at seven-thirty. Genius! Mom is truly a genius.
In that instant, I realized it was exactly 7:30. Just before Mom went in, she playfully patted my head and said, "Go for it!"
I immediately stripped off my clothes, pushed open the bathroom door, and found Mom sitting fully clothed beside the bathtub, smiling at me.
"Fun, isn't it!" Mom said mischievously.
"Mom, you little devil!" I picked her up and started undressing her.
"Son, help Mom take a bath, okay?"
"Okay!" After undressing Mom, I started lathering her entire body with soap, then also lathered my erect penis.
After lathering, without a word, I grabbed Mom's plump buttocks and thrust my penis into her vagina from behind, starting to pump.
"Ah... um... ah..." Mom held onto the bathtub, occasionally turning her head to look at me with alluring eyes.
"Ah... Jun... good son... you... are you helping Mom wash... take a bath... or are you washing Mom's little pussy..."
After only a few thrusts, lots of soap bubbles came out of Mom's pussy with each in-and-out motion, and soon our genitals were almost completely covered in soap bubbles.
"Ah... Jun... is it okay?... Mom... is ready... ah..."
I understood what Mom meant; this scene was something we'd seen together in a novel.
The son, in the bathroom, used a soap-covered penis to penetrate Mom's anus, engaging in anal sex.
I knew Mom had been eager to try it, wanting to know what it felt like.
"Mom, you have to be patient!" Mom wanted to give me her anus; perhaps it was another way of expressing love. Every woman wants to give her first time to the person she loves most.
I pulled my penis out of her pussy and lifted it up, gently pressing it against her anus.
"Coming... Mom..." I used the glans, lubricated by the soap, to gently push it in.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much... stop... stop for a moment..." Mom screamed in pain.
I stopped immediately, but actually only the glans had gone in.
"Mom, seeing how uncomfortable you are, let's not do it anymore, okay?" I said, trying to pull out.
"No... good son... it's okay... it's like a girl losing her virginity... it'll be fine in a bit... besides... Mom really wants to give her first time... and every time after that... to my most beloved son...
take it slow... Mom will be patient... come on... slowly push it in again..."
Okay! Since Mom said so, I slowly pushed it forward again.
"Mmm... ah... ah... gently... gently..." Mom was trying her best to endure.
I thought to myself, maybe it's like tearing a Salonpas, the slower you tear, the more painful it is, so I pushed hard without thinking.
"Ah... Jun... you're bad..." My penis was fully inside my mother's anus.
The feeling of being tightly surrounded by flesh was really very comfortable. After a while...
"Jun... Mom has finally given you her first time... Mom will always be yours... Are you comfortable?"
"Mom, I'm very comfortable, but I don't want you to suffer like this."
"No... come on... try moving it... Mom's a little sore..."
So I started thrusting.
"Hmm... hmm... Mom... I'm starting to feel it... ah... a little numb... but... ah... it's also a little comfortable... ah... strange... son... your penis is fucking Mom's ass... but... Mom's pussy... feels so good... ah..."
As I thrust, I inserted my fingers into my mother's pussy and kneaded her clitoris.
“Ah…so…so beautiful…good son…this feeling…is so exciting…God…God…Jun…Mom…both of Mom’s cunts…you’ve fucked them all…ah…ah…son…my dear son…Mom’s going crazy…
you’re so good…you’re so good at fucking cunts…”
After thrusting for a while, I suddenly pulled out and thrust back into Mom’s cunt.
“Ah…Jun…don’t you like Mom…the new little cunt…?”
“Mom…I love it to death…but you have two little cunts now…I have to feed both of them…it’s fair…”
“Ah…um…you really are my dear son…Mom loves you…my dear mother loves my dear son…no…no…
it’s my dear mother’s…little cunts that love my dear son’s cock fucking them…ah…ah…it’s so beautiful…”
My penis moved back and forth between the two cunts, sometimes fucking the top, sometimes the bottom. I fucked Mom until she almost fainted.
Finally, I thrust with all my might and ejaculated into Mom’s cunt.
“Ah…I’m coming…Mom gave it to you…” Mom also reached orgasm at the same time.
Our sex life, thanks to my mother's careful creation of spice, never became tiresome but rather increasingly sweet. Because of this skillful arrangement, even when we went out together, nothing seemed amiss. My mother would often give me special praise after we returned, letting me know without needing to explain myself.
We didn't plan to elope and get married. Firstly, our tacit understanding prevented anyone from suspecting anything, and secondly, my mother said that once we were married, we wouldn't be mother and son anymore, but husband and wife. We both enjoyed the thrill of incestuous sex, which defied societal norms, so having sex under the guise of mother and son was more exciting than being husband and wife. We both loved this thrill and had incestuous blood flowing in our veins.
Later, during summer vacation, we planned a month-long trip. The details of this trip included how we would have wild sex on the beach at a famous scenic spot in Taiwan at night, and how we would lift my mother's skirt and penetrate her vagina in a train toilet during off-peak hours. How to leave traces of our mother-son love in various restaurants and hotels is another story...
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