Oedipus Secrets 5... Castle Island, Three Mothers and Wives... Part 1

Hunger is not just about food, but about the thirst for love; nakedness is not just about having no clothes, but about being stripped of one's dignity; homelessness is not just about needing shelter, but about being rejected and abandoned. Besides poverty and hunger, the biggest problems in the world are loneliness and indifference. Loneliness is also a kind of hunger, a hunger for warm love.

In the ocean off Bermuda, there is a castle island unseen by anyone. The castle is hidden by dense wild plants, and sharp thorns keep it away.

Motherly love makes me happy. "There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure. Stepping into mother's embrace, happiness is boundless." Whenever I hear this familiar and heartwarming song, I always feel proud, because I also have a good mother. My forever beloved wife!

My mother is my confidante. No matter what I do wrong, she always understands me and forgives me. When I was little, I was particularly playful, often playing from morning till night. Every lunchtime, my mother would go out to find me and call me home for lunch. When I was five, my mother was in a car accident and had to have both legs amputated. She divorced my father, and I went to live with my mother, who was confined to a wheelchair for life, at my grandmother's and my aunt's house, who was a nun. I loved how my mother would wipe the dirt off my face first, then put my dinner in my hands. My grandmother would always scold us for this, saying we didn't behave like mother and son. My mother would reply, "I only have one son, and besides, this is the only time in his life I can properly take care of Tianjing (my name)!" My childhood was filled with happiness and joy thanks to my mother's love. She never scolded me. She always patiently encouraged me to study hard and be diligent. Under her guidance, my grades improved rapidly.

My mother was very strict with my studies, never being lenient. After graduating at fifteen with a PhD in genetic engineering from Yale University, I focused my research on quantum mechanics engineering. At fifteen and a half, I discovered the "quantum code," a concept no one in the world could crack. I stopped going out to play and instead spent all my time at home with my mother, using a quantum computer to decipher… ancient and mysterious texts like the Voynich Manuscript and Norse runes.

My mother would never let me get hurt in the slightest. She always said that my well-being was her greatest happiness. I remember the morning of my 16th birthday, I suddenly developed a high fever of 42°C and lay in bed, unconscious. Seeing this, my mother quickly called the only old female doctor in the castle to give me an IV drip and kept putting dry ice towels on my head to lower my temperature. When it was time to eat, because the IV needle was always in my left hand, I had to be fed to me mouth-to-mouth by my mother. In the evening, my mother and mother-in-law made me some herbal soup. My mother would hold each spoonful in her mouth for a while before feeding me, afraid that the soup would burn me. That night, my mother stayed by my bedside all night without sleeping until the IV drip was finished the next day. Under my mother's meticulous care, the high fever finally subsided after one night.

This is my wonderful mother; she cares for me, looks after me, and educates me with every word and action. I feel so fortunate to have such maternal love on my path of growth!

From the moment my mother kissed me, I have deeply loved her; she is the sacred goddess in my heart. Fifteen years ago, my mother was an absolute beauty. Naturally beautiful, she possessed an elegant and captivating face, with fair, delicate, and rosy skin—truly a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history. At this moment, her bright eyes were brimming with tears of worry and concern, glistening and making her even more pitiful to behold. On her small, oval face, her large eyes sparkled brightly. Her arched eyebrows were gentle and delicate, her nose high and straight, and her lips, even without lipstick, were a luscious, rosy red. Each of her exquisite features was beautiful on its own, and together they formed a flawless face, complemented by her waist-length, lustrous hair. Every gesture exuded an air of noble elegance and intellectual beauty. In contrast to her elegant demeanor, my mother possessed an incredibly sexy and alluring body. Her slender waist seemed fragile, as if it could be broken by a gust of wind, yet from her waist down, her figure was remarkably full. Her breasts were round and full, and her buttocks, even while sitting in her wheelchair, were incredibly voluptuous. If it weren't for the relentless pressure of the electric wheelchair, I, having been through countless women in college, would know that my mother was practically a goddess.

"Tianjing...you're finally awake!" My mother couldn't hold back her tears and hugged me tightly. Gradually, Mom realized that I actually matched the criteria of her subconscious sexual fantasies: handsome, sunny, gentle, and fit.

"Let me look at you properly, Sheryl!" On the hospital bed, I quietly took Mom's hand. Mom looked at me and smiled sweetly. Our hands remained clasped together.

"Mom, let's go home!" I didn't let go of Mom's embrace.

Half an hour later, Mom gently released my embrace and asked someone to process her discharge. Her tone was full of joy. Because in an hour, it would be my beloved wife's turn.

"Mom, you promised me last night you'd be my wife!" I said, forcefully kissing Mom in the room.

"Mom's almost forty and has no lower body, don't you really mind?" Mom answered, her tongue lingering on my lips. Actually, Mom was thinking back to bathing me as a baby; she had truly lacked a father's love for the past ten years, which made her feel guilty.

"Sheryl... I love you!" I said, pulling Mom to my chest. Although my mother is not young, she is very strong and understanding. In front of me, her only child, her fair and delicate face always wears an innocent and cheerful smile, conveying her optimism and resilience. However, if you look closely at her large eyes, you will find a barely perceptible trace of sadness, melancholy, and even despair within her clear and innocent gaze.

Looking at my mother like this, my heart aches, yet I feel a surge of pity.

"Tianjing, I… have my legs healed?"

My mother finally couldn't hold back any longer, seeing me stroking my already scabbed thighs for so long, yet remaining there in a daze.

My mother-in-law also turned her dim gaze to me, her face still indifferent; clearly, she held no hope for my sudden thought…

Only then did I snap out of my pity for my mother. Without answering my mother-in-law's question, I simply gave my mother an encouraging kiss, and then my hands, resting on her severed leg, silently emitted a soft, golden light. Seeing this, they fell silent and began to watch intently.

At first, my mother didn't notice anything unusual. She glanced at me, then looked up at the sky, lost in thought, completely oblivious to the sudden glow in my hands.

But slowly, after what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly felt a new yet familiar sensation emanating from the severed leg, stimulating her nerve endings. The sensation was itchy, ticklish, and warm—a truly wondrous feeling, giving her a sense of rebirth. Driven by curiosity, she naturally turned her gaze to her severed leg. There, a strange phenomenon immediately appeared before her eyes.

Having lost half of her legs, only half of them were now covered by trouser legs. The chapped, healed sections of her thighs bulged slightly from the ends of the trousers, covered in a layer of grime, yet the smooth, delicate skin beneath was still faintly visible, the kind of skin only a young girl would possess.

However, these details did not attract her mother's attention. After all, she was used to seeing her own body parts, and since her mutilation, the sight of her thighs had filled her with sorrow. So why would she care whether her thigh muscles possessed the elasticity and vitality of a young girl, or whether her skin was still as white and delicate as before? Therefore, what truly concerned her mother now was the mutilation of her thighs.

Following her gaze, she saw that the cross-section of her legs was bathed in a soft, holy golden light, and that warm, comforting light emanated from the hands of her beloved son, who called himself her husband.

Although the sensation wasn't very noticeable at first, as the wonderfully languid, warm, and tingling feeling, like a mosquito bite, slowly spread throughout her body, she gradually noticed something else unusual. She was astonished to discover that, nourished by the holy light, her severed leg was sprouting and growing from the broken surface, like a plant being watered, bursting with vitality. The growth was accelerating, and apart from the slight scar, she felt no discomfort or pain throughout the process.

In just ten minutes, a pair of perfectly healed legs reappeared on her mother's body, before her mother-in-law's eyes. It was at this moment that I withdrew my hand from my mother's legs.

"It's alright, Mother-in-law, I've healed your mother's injury. With just half a day's rest, she'll be able to move around normally, and there will be no future problems,"

I said with a smile, ignoring my mother's fascination and turning to my concerned mother-in-law.

"This...this is all...really? My...daughter, she..."

Although the truth was right before her eyes, the mother-in-law still couldn't believe such an unbelievable thing. She feared it was just a fleeting illusion, a daydream. So, while muttering to herself, she rushed to her daughter's side with a mixture of eagerness and inexplicable anxiety. With her trembling hands, she carefully and meticulously touched her mother's regenerated leg again and again. Finally, when she confirmed that it was real and not a dream, she turned around, knelt down, and hugged my hands tightly. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she sobbed with extreme emotion,

"My poor daughter...she's really all healed...all healed! This is so wonderful! I promise you I'll marry Gong Xuelu..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, the mother-in-law's words began to become somewhat incoherent.

The mother also woke up at this time. After lovingly and gently stroking her beautiful legs, which she had lost and then regained, she slowly stood up. She glanced at her tearful mother before looking at me with a complex expression and asking, "Tianjing, I...Is my leg really healed?"

Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, misty and watery, filled with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

"Of course it's true!" I gave her a firm look and a kiss.

"Although this makes me a little uncomfortable, Mom, you are truly healed now. Just one night's rest, and you'll be back to how you were before, full of energy and vitality." "According to a section of the Voynich Manuscript, I deciphered this mysterious ancient book that promises immortality. In reality, I simply need to transfer my own flesh and blood into Mom's body to be reborn! Logically, the book suggests refining elixirs and taking medicine to achieve 'immortality'! That's how one can live forever."

Suddenly, I saw my mother's eyes welling up with tears, her face streaked with sorrow, a pitiful sight. I was filled with confusion and pity. My right hand gently stroked a few stray strands of hair across her forehead. "

Mom, why are you crying all of a sudden? Don't you believe me? Don't you believe your leg is really healed?"

"No, my dear husband, don't misunderstand!"

my mother continued. "I'm crying because I'm so happy. I never thought my leg could be healed. Now it's grown back perfectly, and the thought of being your wife again, without being a burden to you, makes me so excited and thrilled that I can't help but cry."

Hearing this explanation, I felt relieved, but at the same time, I was deeply moved by my mother's words. I hadn't expected her to be so optimistic and kind, and also so thoughtful and considerate. I couldn't help but give her a sweet kiss and say,

"Mom, you're so good. Let me and Grandma buy you some new clothes later. What do you say, my dear Xuelu?"

The last sentence was directed at my mother-in-law behind me. Hearing my words, my mother-in-law readily agreed, and even gently and lovingly wiped away the tears from my mother's face.

After her bath, my mother sat on the large bed, and before me lay a beautiful face, naturally radiant like snow reflecting the morning sun, exuding the charm of a mature beauty. My mother's face was slightly long, but her slender, swan-like neck perfectly complemented it, creating a unique and captivating allure. Her voluminous curls were styled into a three-shaped arc on both sides, perfectly framing her face and neck, and her thin, straight bangs added to the striking hairstyle, making her incredibly attractive. A small, delicate beauty mark on her chin, like a dot of lacquer, balanced everything perfectly. Her eyes, painted with purple eyeshadow, could make any man's heart flutter. My mother possessed a boldness and wildness she never had before, inspiring in men an immediate urge to sleep with her. No wonder Mom, dressed in a pink bathrobe, exuded a lavender fragrance, leaving me mesmerized…

“Tianjing, haven’t you seen your mother before?” Mom asked, noticing the expression on my face.

I remembered the heartfelt words I’d spoken in my youth: “Mom, we’ll always be together like this!”

My heart tightened, and I pulled her into my arms: “Gong Xuelu, I want you to marry me!” I wanted to know how to express myself in a way that would convince Mom of my resolve.

“Ha… If you dare to marry me, then propose! My little husband…” Mom considered for a moment, then looked at me earnestly, kissed me, and pointed towards the distant coastline: “Tianjing, I also want you to take care of me for the rest of my life.”

My heart eased, and I pulled Mom into my arms, saying, “Okay, I’ll book the wedding at the Chambord Chapel.” I gently brushed the long hair from her face with my fingers, silently covering her lips with mine. A current surged through our restless nerves, and Mom wholeheartedly embraced me, responding to my affection with a tender hug.

Looking at my mother's slightly parted, pinkish-purple lips, I trembled with nervousness after giving her my silent consent… I slowly leaned towards my mother's face, the rich scent of her perfume wafting over me, instantly mesmerizing me… At that moment, my mother's alluring eyes were half-open, revealing a yearning expression. I reached out and stroked her cheek; she didn't resist. I then pressed my lips to her sexy, alluring mouth, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"Mmm…" My mother not only didn't refuse, but also slid her tongue into my mouth, then sucked my tongue into hers, swirling it around. I grasped my mother's full, sagging breasts through her transparent nightgown, kneading them incessantly. She lay back in my arms, letting my hands roam over her body, arousing her desire.

"Tianjing…stop, I can't breathe!" My mother looked at me while still kissing me, making my heart start to pound.

I pulled away from my mother's moist, soft lips, but continued to kiss her smooth, delicate face, sucking on her neck and ears.

"Mmm…you…you're so naughty…you only finished dinner…and then you were done!" my mother whispered breathlessly near my mouth. I carried and kissed my mother to the door…we went out together to the terrace for dinner.

Dinner on the terrace, located at the highest point of my house with a panoramic view, was accompanied by a languid jazz atmosphere; the gentle piano music made the orange juice ferment in my blood, and I was intoxicated by the rhythmic swaying of the distant waves. Enjoying the sunset outside! Tonight's French-themed dinner…enjoying whole abalone, foie gras, lobster and steak…French pastries…caramel cheese and French cheesecake!

The cozy dinner ended with the sound of piano music. Instead of leaving immediately, I pulled out a small gift box. "Mom, I haven't formally proposed to you yet..." I said, opening the box. Inside lay a white gold, rose gold, and pink diamond ring—inspired by azaleas—that I had designed and purchased three years in advance. The ring featured a single-prong setting with a 5-carat VVS1 diamond, designed to enhance the central effect.

The dim light reflected off the sparkling diamond. Holding the ring, I walked to my mother's side and knelt on one knee. "Shereu, will you marry me?"

My mother was initially at a loss. As bystanders, we often find such scenes cliché, but when it happens to us, we feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. I could see tears welling in her eyes, and she couldn't speak.

"Marry me, Zixiang, be my wife," I asked again. Soft applause sounded behind me. I turned around and saw two elderly maids smiling at us, clapping gently and raising their glasses in a gesture of acknowledgment. My mother-in-law was also watching me from a distance, her face beaming.

Turning back, I saw tears filling my mother's beautiful eyes. She suddenly lowered her head, sniffed, and said, "Okay..."

I remained kneeling, gently taking my mother's left hand, lowering my head to lightly kiss the smooth back of her hand, then taking the ring and slipping it onto her ring finger.

My mother immediately grabbed my hand, managing a weak laugh: "Tianjing!..." Then, looking at the ring, she broke down in tears.

I stood up, pulled my mother's head to my chest, and gently stroked her soft hair. I softly said to her, "Don't cry..."

The applause resumed, and the piano music had changed to "The Theme Song from the Japanese Drama 'Love Generation'... A Happy Ending," filling the entire terrace with a joyful atmosphere. Once Mom calmed down a bit, I gestured for the wrinkled maid to bring flowers.

Mom let me put my tongue in her mouth. She even licked my teeth with her tongue, then teased it. I didn't back down, meeting her tongue in return. Our tongues intertwined, and we kept sending saliva into Mom's mouth. While kissing Mom, my hands were also restless, pinching and kneading her buttocks, sometimes spreading them apart, sometimes squeezing them together. My hard penis was also rubbing against Mom's lower abdomen. It was impossible for Mom's vagina not to be wet. My tongue, having tasted everything in Mom's mouth, wandered out and began teasing her lips. Mom responded by taking my tongue into her mouth. We entwined outside her mouth again, completely breaking the bond between mother and son. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my tongue go numb. Just as I pulled it out of my mother's mouth, her smooth, soft, delicate tongue slipped into mine, its tip darting around, licking the walls of my mouth. I responded passionately, our tongues entwining passionately. My mother entwined her tongue with mine even more forcefully, seeking unparalleled pleasure, sucking each other's saliva mouth-to-mouth. I held her smooth, soft, and tender tongue in my mouth, sucking it hungrily. I breathed heavily, our flavors swirling intensely, our embrace feeling almost too close to be anything!

As our lips slowly parted, my mother gently bit my lip before releasing her tongue into my mouth. Her alluring eyes gazed at me, watery and captivating.

Soon, her middle-aged maid, Helena, who had been with her since childhood, walked over happily with flowers, saying, "Young Madam, I want to kiss you too!"

"You're not allowed to kiss me! Otherwise, I won't help you become young again!" I retorted, hugging my mother tightly!

Helena's suggestion of a kiss puzzled her mother, but thinking it wouldn't cause any problems, she obediently sat down beside her. Unexpectedly, as soon as she settled in, Helena pressed her hot lips against her own, her tongue immediately slipping into her mouth, leaving her mother momentarily stunned…

“Mmm…mmm…”

The French kiss between two women made her mother somewhat resistant, but the other person was Helena, with whom she was as close as a sister; it was difficult to refuse someone who had initiated the kiss.

Finally, unable to bear the licking of her teeth, her mother released her mouth, and Helena's fragrant tongue immediately entered her saliva-filled, moist, and slippery lips, skillfully intertwining with another, less willing tongue. Her mother was astonished to find Helena's kissing skills incredibly proficient and skillful. In the battle of saliva and tongue between their lips, she was at a disadvantage, as if Helena was a natural-born kissing expert. Had, after giving her such a perfect face, she also been endowed with such a wanton tongue? I loved watching Mom and her kiss so deeply…

“Thank you for letting me share your happiness. Go and enjoy your love,” Helena smiled and kissed my silly mother.

I smiled and waved to everyone in the house, then took Mom’s arm and left the terrace. Walking down the corridor, Mom suddenly cried again, saying, “How could this happen… how could this happen…”

I didn’t know how to answer, but Mom laughed and said, “Tianjing, you’re so naughty. Thinking of such a romantic thing, Mom is so happy…”

Mom’s alternating between crying and laughing left me at a loss. I could only hold Mom’s shoulders tightly. Mom would occasionally raise her hand to look at her fingers, her charming and innocent appearance just like a girl in her first love.

Perhaps no woman can resist the power of a diamond ring proposal; Mom was excited all night.

“If you can grant me one request, I will belong to you,” Mom said, blushing and stammering.

“Request? Okay, tell me,” I replied, kissing Mom.

"Tianjing... my wedding is all set up right here! Can you... bring them back to their youth? At most... they'll all be yours!" My mother's lips finished speaking. She then passionately kissed me, our tongues busy intertwining and sucking. As I kissed my mother, waves of lust and desire surged through my body. Sex happened so naturally in the room, everything seemed so natural.

"Of course," I mumbled, licking my mother's glistening earlobe, "Mom, I want to love you for the rest of my life!"

Then I brought my lips to hers. I wrapped my arms around her neck. She initially resisted, but after a moment, she obediently met my kiss. This time, her small mouth didn't resist, letting my tongue invade. Sucking on her sweet saliva, my tongue and hers intertwined tightly. This kiss was unlike my first, passionate one, nor was it the fleeting, half-hearted kisses of childhood. It was a real, intimate kiss, like that of lovers. The tenderness and sweetness were so intense it seemed flowers couldn't bloom, only endless love

remained. We sat on a small empty spot next to the comb, embracing, kissing, and caressing each other passionately, our eyes locked in a deep, loving gaze. Again and again, we shared intimate embraces, caresses, and kisses, soft moans escaping our lips.

I was burning with desire, unable to wait to get to the comfortable, large bed, wanting to immediately penetrate my mother's body in this uncomfortable position. My mother, however, hoped our first time wouldn't be rushed. She stood up, took my hand, and led me into the room, comfortably lying down on the bed.

My mother unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts to me. The two mounds of flesh were still alluring, their dark brown nipples erect and even more captivating. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, gently sucking and licking it. My mother comfortably tilted her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and held my head with both hands. After sucking one nipple, I sucked the other, and after sucking enough of her breasts, I licked and kissed downwards, over her chest and abdomen, until I reached her vulva. When I touched my mother's vulva, I convulsed and cramped with excitement.

My mother arched her back and raised her buttocks, tacitly indicating that I should take off her panties. Of course, I did so without hesitation, finally seeing for the first time the alluring vulva of my mother, which I had longed for for so many years and had yearned for, filled with her vaginal fluids. My mother's pubic hair was thick and dense, the brown pubic hair covering her precious labia.

I stood up, pulled down my underwear, and showed my mother my hard, throbbing penis. Seeing my large penis, she looked at me with surprise and said,

"Wow! Tianjing, your thing is so big! I can't even hold it in one hand!"

My mother laughed heartily and told me to sit up. I lay down as she said, spreading my legs on the bed so she could easily touch my genitals. She moved her body to my side, her hand reaching for my testicles, gently squeezing the two uneven mounds. She skillfully aroused me, and I watched as her head gradually moved towards my penis.

She began to lightly lick the head of my penis, then looked at me with seductive, half-closed eyes, opening her small mouth to take my penis in. Her mouth slowly moved over my penis, the wet heat of her mouth making my mind go blank. I could only try to suppress the urge to ejaculate; suppression sometimes makes the subsequent pleasure even more intense.

Mom was sucking on my penis with her mouth, making sucking sounds. She was trying her best to swallow my eight-inch-long penis. When the head of my penis pressed against Mom's throat, I felt like I was in heaven. I could no longer resist the waves of pleasure washing over me.

"Mom... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..." I managed to squeeze out the words.

Mom nodded and continued to suck on my penis with her lips, indicating that she wanted me to ejaculate in her mouth without reservation. I couldn't hold back, and a strong stream of white fluid shot into Mom's mouth. Mom held my buttocks and began to suck on my semen forcefully, making gurgling sounds in her throat. I could even picture the white semen flowing into Mom's throat in my mind. Under Mom's relentless sucking, my penis finally gave in temporarily.

Mom looked at me with a smile as I lay there after my orgasm.

"My husband's semen is as sweet as milk... Mom, is it good to suck it?"

"...Mom...it's like heaven..." I pulled my mother to lie down beside me, and we just held each other quietly, touching each other's bodies. Mom kept telling me in my ear that I was a handsome child, and took my hand to caress her breasts and body. My hand kept exploring Mom's vulva, Mom's vagina was so wet, telling me how much it needed to be soothed.

I kept touching Mom's vulva up and down...I came to the gateway of this world. It was a strange, wonderful and lewd experience. Mom's clitoris began to harden as I teased it, and my penis began to swell as my fingers entered Mom's pink, soft vagina.

"Oh...I've been waiting for this for so long...my dear child..." Mom whispered in my ear.

My mother's moans gave me renewed strength. I got up, buried my head between her legs, and used my tongue to scrape her clitoris, kissing her labia as if I were kissing her lips. I inserted my tongue into her vagina, feeling the wet heat inside. My mother reached orgasm twice under my licking. The second time, she tightly gripped my head, pressing my face against her vulva, and I could barely breathe!

But when my mother's hot love juice touched my face and tongue, it was an indescribable feeling. If you ever have the chance to taste your own mother's love juice, you'll know what I'm trying to say.

My erect penis told me that my mother's vagina was next, and I was ready and capable of doing it. I lay on top of my mother's naked, sweaty body, my hard penis pressing against her inner thighs, my chest against her breasts. Our eyes met, sparking an intense connection. In her eyes was the same desire I felt. Yes, my mother wanted me as much as I wanted her.

"...Please use your penis...to fuck me..." Mom pleaded, as if speaking to a lover.

At her request, I thrust my erect penis between her legs. Mom reached out and grabbed it, guiding its hardness towards her hot vagina. She held it, rubbing the glans against her labia and clitoris; the contact between hardness and softness was so sweet.

"Ah...it's in...!" Mom let out a satisfied moan as my penis entered her wet, waiting vagina.

I tried my best to steady myself, not going in too deep. I wanted us both to slowly savor the incestuous feeling of a son inserting his penis into his mother's vagina, inch by inch, bit by bit. I wanted it to become an unforgettable memory. I watched my penis slowly disappear into Mom's vagina. Mom's vagina was incredibly wet, like it was flooded. Although not very tight, the vaginal muscles surrounded my penetration from all sides, sending waves of pleasure through my lower body.

My mother responded to my penetration with a series of moans.

At first, it was slow, then I withdrew my penis and entered her with a steady rhythm. My mother responded to my thrusts with the same rhythm beneath me. Our breathing became heavy from the friction of our genitals, the moans grew louder, and I increased the speed and force of my thrusts.

Sweat dripped from my body, but the flow didn't slow down. I wanted to keep doing this to her forever, to keep mother and son connected like this. As I thrust into her, I told myself I was willing to do anything to please her. While I was penetrating her, my mother massaged her clitoris incessantly to increase her pleasure, and soon she screamed and climaxed under my penis.

When my mother climaxed, I reached my climax too. I kept thrusting my penis in and out of my mother's still-orgasmic vagina, wanting to ejaculate into her uterus. The thought of ejaculating inside my mother's vagina, this woman being my own mother, my son ejaculating inside her… it was an unimaginable experience. My breathing grew heavier, and my penis grew larger and larger, which my mother noticed.

"...Come on...Tianjing...shoot inside Mom...shoot into Mom's womb that nurtured you..." My mother looked at me seductively and called out to me.

"Oh...Mom loves you so much...Oh...you make Mom so satisfied..." My mother wrapped her arms around me and whispered above my head.

"I love you too...Zixiang..." I said to my mother's nipple. We

lay there quietly, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasm...and soon, this finally came to an end. After a full half hour of passionate embrace, my mother finally recovered a little from her blissful state. She also felt the power of my sexual ability, because the penis that had penetrated deep into her womb had only softened slightly, and even its length had not changed much. The amount and thickness of my semen made my mother suspect that even if she went out and ran and jumped vigorously, the semen in her womb would not flow out. My penis was still inside my mother. My mother and I both wanted to extract more from each other, until finally, exhausted, we curled up in a ball, covered in semen, and embracing each other, a lot of urine, as we fell asleep on the bed.

…At that moment, I felt a gaze on me. Turning my head, I saw a mature and sexy mother. Her long hair flowed freely, swaying gently even without wind. Her purple see-through nightgown accentuated her perfect figure, the hem swaying slightly even without movement. Her beautiful face wore a happy smile.

My mother was standing facing me with her hands behind her back, which further emphasized her magnificent breasts. Her full breasts peeked out from under her nightgown. Her firm, soft, and pert buttocks were round and shapely, but her waist was slender as a willow, creating a striking contrast with her upper and lower body, a perfect “S” curve.

“Husband!”

Before I could react, my mother threw herself into my arms, her slender arms naturally encircling my neck. I immediately smelled a fragrance that was like sandalwood and musk—the scent of my mother after her bath! I hugged my mother and, of course, asked her to feed me a "couple's meal" while I ate breakfast. My mother nodded shyly, then sat on my lap and slowly fed me through her nimble, smooth tongue. It was both fragrant and delicious, and I deeply felt her gentleness and deep love for me. This meal lasted a full hour. The thought of my beautiful mother becoming my beloved wife, by my side day and night, made countless men in the world envious.

After a while, my mother came out of the room again. I glanced at her and my eyes lit up. She had her hair styled in a mature and elegant way, wearing a sleeveless white cheongsam with blue floral patterns, the hem of which just covered her thighs a few centimeters above her knees. She wore crystal high boots. This outfit perfectly accentuated her snow-white neck, her shapely figure, and her long, slender, fair legs, giving her a classical and elegant beauty.

Seeing me staring intently at her, Mom gave me a confident yet subtle smile and walked towards me naturally. As she moved, the slit in her cheongsam revealed glimpses of her fair, tender thighs, previously hidden by the skirt, making my eyes widen even more. I thought to myself, a little excited, "In the near future, Mom's alluring body will be completely mine."

"Tianjing, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough? Hurry up and go order your wedding dress," Mom said, kissing me as she reached me.

I was completely captivated by my mother's attire; her sudden change made me feel that her heart was fluttering with springtime feelings again.

She wore a newly purchased sleeveless, bright red, see-through, low-cut dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, yet retained an elegant Western charm. The high-slit, narrow skirt revealed her long, stockinged legs with every step, complemented by high-heeled riding boots, giving her an alluring, captivatingly feminine aura.

After boarding Feadship's brand-new super-helix private yacht, unveiled at this year's yacht show, my mother and I went to the bridal shop we had booked on the shore to try on nearly a hundred gorgeous wedding dresses.

"Husband, do I look...much older than you? Like...like your sister..." my mother said to me in front of the mirror, her bridal gown radiating regal elegance.

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