Mom's Little Chrysanthemum

Just past ten o'clock, I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. Peering out of the study, I saw a middle-aged woman in an elegant evening gown bending down to take off her high-heeled sandals. She didn't immediately slip her delicate, white feet into the slippers, but instead gently massaged her toes with one hand, her rounded, alluring buttocks completely in my view.
Ah! Mom's back… I laughed and rushed forward, lifting her soft body off the ground and spinning her around. "
Hey! You rascal, put Mom down!"
How could I bear to part with this soft, alluring body? I simply pulled the beautiful woman onto the sofa and kissed her deeply. "Wait, didn't the invitation say it was until 11:00? Why are you back now? Did you miss me?"
Mom rolled her eyes at me, sat on my lap, and slipped her earrings and necklace onto the coffee table. "Ugh… I'm exhausted. Standing for almost three hours, Mom couldn't take it anymore. Now I understand how tiring being a hostess is." My mother's soft body curled up in my arms, pouting and looking unhappy.
Although the annual entrepreneurs' social gathering was a formality, it couldn't be as boring as my mother described. I knew women her age were talkative, always finding excuses to ramble on about nothing.
Fortunately, I was used to her nagging, perhaps thanks to her middle-aged resurgence in love, which always gave me an indescribable satisfaction, making me less annoyed by her talkative tongue. Besides…
her nimble tongue was incredibly skilled at licking my penis. Of course, my father wasn't so lucky; he chose to find another quiet woman who would always silently support her husband's career and start a new family.
The tablecloth on the dining table wasn't ironed at all… the food was mediocre, to say the least, and the entire venue only had one brand of mineral water… and… the sound system was terrible; I couldn't hear many of the speakers… the atmosphere was chaotic everywhere. I really don't know what's so great about this kind of social gathering? ...After the dance started, I danced two songs and finally had a legitimate reason to escape...
Wait...did any other men take advantage of you while you were dancing...? Seeing that Mom was about to continue her tirade, I suddenly seized an opportunity to interrupt her.
No...of course not...Do you think everyone is like you, a lecherous wolf, even trying to take advantage of an old woman like me...? Mom sat on my lap, removed her makeup, and lay back with her arms behind her head, looking at me with a smile. My questioning tone had deliberately revealed a hint of jealousy, which made Mom very pleased.
Actually, I completely believed that in that kind of setting, facing guests who were also private business owners, even the most audacious person wouldn't dare to do anything unbecoming of their status. The reason I insisted that someone had taken advantage of Mom was just a diversionary tactic to silence her further nagging.
I said, "Stop explaining, the more you explain, the worse it gets. With a figure like Mom's, wouldn't anyone have designs on her?" Hehe, let me check… With a wicked laugh, I easily pulled my mother's petite and exquisite body into my arms and strode into our shared bedroom…
Oh… baby… Mommy's darling… how come you… ah… so amazing today…
I wanted to be gentler, but the beautiful young woman beneath me always managed to reach that intoxicating state before I could. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs tightly gripped my waist, helping my lower abdomen thrust harder into her vulva. Her alluring flower bud, like tiny hands, constantly gripped and released my glans… Deeply penetrating my own mother's body was always so sensual and stimulating; how many people in the world could resist such temptation?
*Sobbing*… My mother sobbed softly, it was unbelievable, she came again… But I wasn't much better off; I didn't last long before releasing my pent-up energy into my mother's body.
After her orgasm, my mother was always so gentle and charming, her rosy cheeks flushed with a girlish shyness. She nestled against my chest, her warm, cherry-like lips enveloping my penis, licking away the remaining fluids. Her beautiful eyes were so captivated by my phallus…
Tell Mommy, is something bothering you? After resting for a while, Mommy's still-hot, sexy body nestled tightly in my arms.
No, everything is the same, nothing's wrong.
Lie, Mommy knows you like this. In bed, it's really hard for a man to deceive a woman, especially a mother who has lived with me since birth. She knows her son's characteristics and has rich sexual experience.
Before I was one year old, I suckled her breasts all day long; before I was five, her slender fingers often pulled back my foreskin to clean the grime; at 17, her naked body was manipulated into various lewd positions in my erotic dreams for a long time; at 19, my fully developed penis frequently ejaculated under her skillful manipulation; in the same year, her warm, moist mouth became the place where I released my vigorous energy; now, at 20, we sleep in each other's arms all night.
My mother knew my body and mind so well. Countless nights, she could effortlessly catch my penis with a simple turn, never missing. She could deduce my state of intense pleasure simply from the hardness of my penis inside her and the frequency of my thrusts. How could I possibly hide anything from a woman who knew me so well?
With a soft sigh, I had no choice but to tell her the truth. My company belonged to a design institute, and there was a recent opportunity for an overseas study trip. With less than a year of experience, I was naturally excluded. For the sake of balance, I was given a task: to participate in a design competition open to the public at an exhibition hall. It would last a month, during which I wouldn't have to report to the company; I could work in quiet places, essentially a month-long vacation.
This naturally caused me great dissatisfaction, but there was nothing I could do. State-owned companies always value seniority; for a junior like me, it would take twenty or thirty years to get ahead. I thought it was great—just a vacation! Clearly, my mother didn't understand the desire of a young person just entering the workforce to make a name for themselves. I was too lazy to explain to her; it wouldn't make a difference.
"How about... I call your dad and see if I can pull some strings and get you this training opportunity?"
I was startled and quickly stopped her. To be honest, even though my parents are divorced, I still managed to get my dad's ex-girlfriends into bed, using all sorts of tricks he probably never even tried to take advantage of my mom's body. Because of this, I haven't dared to visit my dad in a long time; I always feel guilty towards him.
Actually, there's another reason. The director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture has a beautiful daughter, and many boys consider it an honor to pursue her. I was lucky enough to have a relationship with her once, but we broke up. She probably looked down on me because I was just an ordinary designer with no future. If my dad really needs to get involved this time, he'll definitely have to find the director of the Bureau of Culture, who is also her father. I can't afford to lose face and let her humiliate me again.
No, I'd better just be honest and work hard on my design; maybe I'll win a big prize. "How about Mom and I find a beautiful, secluded place to live for a month?"
"Ah? That's a good idea, but Mom can't leave her beauty salon for a month! I wonder what I'll look like when I come back?"
I chuckled, reaching out to touch Mom's smooth, satin-like skin. I'm afraid she's worried about not being able to maintain her beautiful skin for a month. It's funny, she wasn't so concerned when she was with Dad, but now she's afraid her appearance won't be perfect in front of me. Such a glamorous mother is quite rare. "
Hmm... that's fine, but... we can't go too far. How about Mom's hometown? Your grandpa still has an ancestral house there."
"Great! I haven't been back to my hometown for almost ten years!" "What a pity! Why did Grandpa and Grandma go abroad? The environment back home is so nice...
Your grandma isn't used to it, you know her temper, who in the family dares to disobey her?" "
That's true, Mom and Grandma are quite alike, both stubborn." I wanted to try from behind, but Mom insisted on lying on her back. I wanted to try from the front, but she stuck her bottom out. Hehe! Like mother, like daughter…
Before I could finish speaking, my mother immediately launched into a flurry of punches and kicks at me. Her face was a mixture of shame and anger. Exhausted, she collapsed onto my chest, panting, her maternal scent filling my nostrils.
Soon, I found my penis hard as iron again. When I inserted my hard penis into her vagina, she was unusually gentle, perhaps influenced by our earlier playful banter. This time, no matter what I tried, she cooperated perfectly, posing in various lewd positions to guide my penis deep inside. The room was filled with my mother's ecstatic moans for a long time…
When our feet touched this ground, my mother and I were both involuntarily overwhelmed with excitement. Although I wasn't born here, my mother stayed until she was 16. Later, she met her prince charming at a university in the provincial capital, married him after graduation, stayed to work in the provincial capital, had me, then divorced… and then gave her body to me… Transportation here isn't very
convenient, and the villagers' lives are rather monotonous. It's rare to see guests, especially since my maternal grandfather's ancestors were a prominent family in the village. After we returned, word spread like wildfire, and the courtyard immediately erupted in excitement. People flocked to us, eager to establish kinship and offer their warm greetings.
It escalated into a grand welcome banquet, with neighbors showing exceptional hospitality. Many housewives rolled up their sleeves and headed to the kitchen, setting up over ten tables in the courtyard.
My mother naturally became the center of attention, partly because she was a guest visiting her parents' home, and partly because of her beauty. Besides…
her beige blouse featured a low-cut V-neck, revealing her prominent collarbones and two full, high breasts. Her black pencil skirt had slits about a hand's length on both sides, revealing a pair of smooth, white legs. A pair of fashionable, well-fitting, off-white strappy sandals peeked out from her feet, revealing ten delicate, white toes. The straps wrapped around her sexy ankles, and the seven-inch stiletto heels accentuated the roundness and fullness of her heels. In this
wealthy yet relatively remote mountain village, seeing these highlights is quite a rare treat.
Everyone in the village, young and old, drinks, and they all have a huge capacity for it. I really don't like this chaotic scene, but Mom seemed particularly excited today; after all, she'd met many friends she hadn't seen in over ten years, which is understandable. She'd greet this person one minute, chat with that close friend the next, and I found a secluded corner to sit down, watching Mom flit about like a social butterfly.
That woman! She used to be the golden phoenix that flew out of our village, and hasn't returned for many years.
Oh! No wonder, look at her, she's probably older than you and me, but her skin is so radiant, and her figure is simply amazing. Especially that plump buttocks, she must be incredibly sexy and voluptuous in bed. I'll have my husband go to the city sometime soon, to learn from her.
I'm afraid my brother will be spending every night with such a sexy woman, busy until the moon hasn't even risen above the treetops, hehe.
To be able to hold such a beauty in bed, even dying a few years earlier would be worth it…tsk tsk…
The two villagers at the next table whispered and pointed at my mother, making lewd remarks. I could even hear them swallowing hard, though their voices were low. I should have been unhappy that people were talking about my mother like that, but I was actually quite happy. Look, anyone would be tempted by a beauty like my mother. So… it's understandable that I couldn't resist and seduced her.
The banquet lasted until about 8:00 PM before it ended, and my mother got up to see the guests off. I gave the two villagers who had been fantasizing about my mother a close look. They were reluctant to leave, stealing glances at my mother's beautiful legs outside her skirt and swallowing hard as they walked away. I felt a surge of pride. Such an alluring beauty was something they could only dream about. As for me, once we were alone, I would use my favorite position to make her overflow with lust, panting softly. What a wonderful blessing this would be!
Starting the next day, my mother and I spent our days wandering around in the countryside. I drew a lot of sketches, but I just couldn't seem to come up with any design inspiration. Usually, in the evenings, hospitable villagers would invite us over, so we didn't even have to cook dinner. When visiting these villagers' homes, I paid special attention to their old bottles and jars, which gave me quite a bit of inspiration. However, more than ten days passed, and I still didn't know what I wanted to design.
"Honey, is it not going well?" I noticed you seemed a bit listless these past few days. That day, I was walking hand-in-hand with my mother when we reached a stream, and she asked me. "
Yes! I've made quite a few sketches, but I feel they lack a certain spark; the imitation is too obvious, and I'm not satisfied with any of them.
" This exhibition, ostensibly an art competition, is actually a publicity stunt for a manufacturing factory. They cleverly limited the submissions to ceramics, glass, and plastic, emphasizing practicality. In other words, you can't design something purely for aesthetic purposes, like a Bodhisattva or a ruyi scepter! We could only gravitate towards ashtrays, tea sets, and vases. That's what the factory made.
Sigh! Unfortunately, Mom doesn't understand art and can't really help. Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek, her eyes filled with tenderness.
I smiled at her: "No rush, haven't we collected a lot of materials? We'll come up with something creative."
"Yes, yes! Why don't we put work aside for a while and enjoy nature? Look how cool the water is..."
Mom sat on a rock, her skirt pulled up high, revealing two round, snow-white legs. Her sexy toes dipped into the stream, playfully kicking the water out of the water, creating splashes. Her shapely legs showed no excess fat; thin, smooth skin covered her muscles, and the blue veins were faintly visible—an indescribable sensuality. I think my first ejaculation in front of Mom was on those delicate, beautifully arched feet?
Mom was right, haste makes waste; thinking about design drawings all day is exhausting! These past two days, our sex life has been rather uneventful. Hmm! I don't think I've ever tried outdoor sex with the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket. I went over and hugged my mother's back, easily pinching her nipple through her collar.
It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid of being seen? My mother flicked my hand.
Who would come here? Blame it on my mother being too alluring; I want to be inside her all the time, hehe! My mother wanted to say something, but I silenced her with my lips, gently drawing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, greedily sucking each other's saliva. My mother's breasts writhed into various shapes under my kneading, and I could feel her nipples hardening and protruding even through her clothes. Needless to say, she must be wet down there.
"Mom, do you want me?
" ...No...
then...why are you all wet..." I pulled down my mother's panties and asked her. For some reason, I sometimes find it particularly exciting to say things that trample on a mother's dignity. My mother clenched her fists and slapped my chest a few times, her face radiating a thousand charms.
Today, she wore a short, loose skirt made of soft fabric, which I effortlessly lifted to cover her wasp waist. I suckled incessantly on my mother's breast, pulling her warm little hand to grasp my already swollen penis. My mother's hand trembled, yet was exceptionally gentle, as if caressing a priceless jewel, gently stroking my foreskin, her soft fingers gliding over the glans, evenly smearing the small amount of secretion from the urethral opening onto it.
My mother's technique was so outstanding; the bulging veins of my penis slowly throbbed in her small hand. A mother using her hand to caress her own son's genitals in the wild, and so meticulously and passionately—the scene was incredibly stimulating. My emotions surged rapidly, and I abruptly pushed my mother against a tree, lifted her full, slender left leg, and frantically thrust my penis into her.
...Ah...be careful someone sees us! The force of the impact made my mother unsteady; she quickly stood on tiptoe to absorb some of my force, her hands encircling my neck, the heat of her face transferring to my cheek.
It's alright... let them see if they want, let them see but not be able to have it, haha. The moment my glans entered her vagina, it went up and down violently, the burning heat of her vagina giving me endless power. My mother's vaginal walls tightly enveloped my penis, and with each powerful thrust, her labia opened and closed, bringing out countless drops of viscous vaginal fluid.
Aww… Ah… No shame, no guilt, only raw, primal pleasure in the orchard.
Making love in this environment for the first time clearly gave Mom a unique kind of stimulation; her beautiful hair flew wildly. She forcefully contracted her pelvis, trying to make her vagina as narrow and tight as possible, as if she wanted to suck my penis into her belly. This was her usual trick to please me; Mom knew very well that her vagina could never compare to the tenderness of a young girl's, and only through skill could she conquer her young, mischievous son.
My penis thrust up and down inside her vagina, and Mom skillfully adjusted her stance, standing on tiptoe to allow me to penetrate deeper and unite more tightly with her vagina. I was certainly very excited, but Mom's expression of pleasure was no less than mine. Sex outdoors is indeed different from indoors; it easily makes one indulgent and wild.
After a long day of work, we were both exhausted. I took a deep breath and lifted my mother's other white thigh. My mother was a natural sex stunner; she immediately understood and wrapped her thighs tightly around my waist, unwilling to leave my penis for even a moment. I carried her white, plump buttocks, thrusting as I went, until we reached a patch of weeds. I laid my mother down on the ground, spread her legs, and pounded into her vulva.
Ah…uh…don't stop, be good…my mother's small, delicate feet thrashed against my chest, her hands scratching my arms, leaving bloody welts. The relentless, brutal thrusting made my glans ache slightly. My mother's vaginal fluids soaked the weeds beneath her buttocks. Perhaps next year when I come back here, I'll find that these weeds, nourished by the nutrients from my mother's vaginal secretions, will grow exceptionally lush.
Taking advantage of a change of position, I stripped my mother naked. Her shapely body appeared even whiter and smoother against the soft, green grass. "Mom, give me your buttocks, quick!" My libido was incredibly high today. I knelt behind my mother, embracing her plump buttocks, and began to thrust wildly. Before I had her, I had fantasized about this position countless times in the dead of night, and it had become my favorite.
What a sexy and alluring buttocks she had! Snow-white, firm, elastic, and with a rounded, full shape. A tuft of pubic hair was faintly visible in the cleft, and her labia would sometimes peek out and sometimes slip back in with each thrust of my penis.
At the very top of her buttocks was a beautiful, turbine-shaped opening. The brown opening extended outwards with dense folds, much like a budding chrysanthemum. Inserting my fingers into her anus immediately aroused a shiver and a slightly fearful moan from my mother.
My fingers, covered in her vaginal fluid, gently rubbed inside her anus. Ah! No… My mother turned her head, her eyes filled with sorrow and fear. I couldn't stand that kind of look; it only fueled my desire to conquer her.
Although my mother's body was completely mine, only her small anus was something I had pioneered, and it could only ever belong to me. This thought always gave me an indescribable excitement and a sense of conquest when I had anal sex with my mother.
"Mom, your ass is so beautiful, let me play with it one more time." My mother twisted her sexy ass, but my finger was still inserted inside her flower. My mother shook her head slightly, bent over and raised her ass even higher, seemingly acquiescing to my request.
My mother rarely ate greasy food, and her staple food was mainly fruits and vegetables. This not only kept her skin well-hydrated, making it particularly delicate and smooth, but also allowed her rectum to absorb a large amount of fibrous tissue, making it neither dry nor dry, and the feeling of tightly wrapping my penis was like ascending to heaven.
Soon, my mother's anus gradually got used to the foreign object, and I took the opportunity to insert another finger to further widen her anus. The anal muscles contracted and relaxed, and the tender rectal walls subconsciously squeezed my finger.
It took a long time for my intestines to accept the foreign object before I pressed my eager penis against my mother's anus, gripped her smooth waist, and held her round, plump buttocks firmly. I gently inserted my penis into her tight, narrow, and exceptionally tender anus.
"Ahhh..." my mother cried out loudly from the intense tearing sensation. At that moment, I almost wanted to pull my half-inserted penis out. But the sight before me and the pleasure of the narrow intestines tightly gripping my glans made me unable to let go. My mother, suddenly in excruciating pain, arched her upper body like a fully drawn bow, her buttocks rising even higher, accompanied by constant trembling.
I left my penis inside her anus for a few moments to allow her to adjust, then with a slight thrust of my hips, I pushed it fully in. My mother let out another cry of pain, and after the sound subsided, I began to thrust. In broad daylight, a beautiful young woman knelt in the grass, a young man behind her thrusting into her snow-white buttocks—and this couple, indulging in lust, were none other than mother and son. This sight ignited my lust, and I thrust harder and harder into my mother's beautiful buttocks.
She was almost 40, yet her buttocks were still so firm, so elastic, showing no sign of sagging. Their curves were so beautiful, the junction with her wasp waist both natural and sensual, like a crescent moon that filled me with power. I panted heavily, frantically ravaging my mother's buttocks, making her cry and scream. Then my vision blurred, and I could see nothing but my mother's dazzling white, perky buttocks.
Ah… I found it, I found it, hahahaha! A burst of wild laughter escaped me, and I vaguely saw my mother turn her head, her eyes filled with surprise and fear. I had
searched high and low, and here it was—my mother's uniquely beautiful buttocks, the most captivating work of art! Look at their shape, simply exquisite and flawless. Not only did they bring endless pleasure to my lower body, but they also drove my visual nerves to a frenzy. Such beautiful buttocks, now raised high in the most sexy, lewd position, are offered to be ravaged by her own son. Perhaps no other combination of mother and son incest is more intoxicating.
Ah! Mother is truly great! I can no longer control my thoughts; my brain is rushing with heat, my body brimming with inexhaustible strength, and I hear my mother's increasingly desperate screams.
My mother's writhing buttocks swirl endlessly in my mind. I think of nothing but maximizing the pleasure of playing with her snow-white, plump buttocks to satisfy my lust; I mechanically and frantically thrust into her, making her cry out in deafening sobs. After a long while, I feel my penis erupt in fury, my vas deferens tremble, and semen spurts from my urethra, every last drop shooting into my mother's intestines.
Then, I embrace my mother's smooth, bare back, and we both fall into the grass…
Consciousness slowly returns to my brain; my first reaction is that the flesh beneath my chest is limp and powerless, completely collapsed on the ground. I was startled and quickly got up, only to find that my mother's eyes were swollen from crying, her beautiful hair was damp and covered in sweat, and her buttocks were bruised and battered from my thrusting. Her
beautiful little anus, due to the prolonged penetration and friction of my large penis, was still not closed, her anus opening and closing slightly with each breath, squeezing out milky white semen mixed with a trace of blood. "
Mom... I'm sorry... I... I was too rough..." I quickly apologized, stammering.
Many people say that artists are half-mad, and now I have every reason to believe it. Just now, I only happened to glimpse a corner of art and became so crazy, reaching a state of self-forgetfulness. Look at what I've tormented my mother.
For the rest of the night, I used all my sweet words to apologize to my mother, and what did she do? She kept sobbing and blaming me for not caring about her at all. My mother is always talkative, but tonight I dared not complain and obediently listened to her rant. It wasn't
until my mother was tired of scolding that she asked me what I had found. I told her everything, and at that moment I realized her figure was the most perfect work of art. I planned to design a jar based on her unparalleled beautiful buttocks. "
Shame on you, stop being silly... I won't allow you to use your mother's... for any design competition... Waaah..." After hearing my design intentions, Mom blushed deeply and scolded me again. However... her tone was completely out of character for her age; it sounded more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl coaxing her lover. I breathed a long sigh of relief; it seemed Mom would forgive me...
The next morning, Mom felt a burning pain in her anus after walking only a few steps. She limped and couldn't sit on any stool without a cushion. She scolded me again while eating breakfast. I listened to Mom's endless nagging all day, not daring to breathe.
This went on for two days. Seeing that I endured her scolding without arguing back and even tried to appease her, my mother's love finally overwhelmed her anger, and she forgave me. Although she forgave me, she punished me by forbidding me from touching her for a week. However, that night, as I lay on her body, gently caressing her ample breasts, my mother, in the prime of her sexual desire, forcefully pushed my head towards her genitals.
I used all my strength to make her clitoris engorged and erect with my tongue. My mother's legs spread wide, tightly wrapped around my neck like tree roots, her delicate feet rubbing against my back. My vaginal fluid gushed out amidst shouts of "You little lecher!" and "You naughty son!" At that moment, the pleasure of sex completely overwhelmed the shame of the two days prior when my body had tormented my buttocks...
Move your buttocks slightly towards me... Yes! Mom is great!
Are you done yet? It's been over ten minutes.
Didn't Mom used to play with me for a long time in this position? Why is she only lasting ten minutes now?
If you
keep talking nonsense, Mommy will never be your lewd model again... Ah? No, I won't say anything more, Mommy, just hang in there a little longer, it'll be over soon.
For several days in a row, I transformed Mommy's round and alluring buttocks into various charming lines from different angles and distances, and then used my rich imagination to transform them into design sketches. The drawing paper I brought was almost used up, but I still continuously drew creative inspiration from Mommy's figure.
Several times, I had to stop drawing, take out my swollen penis, and insert it into Mommy's cunt, thrusting back and forth. Usually, Mommy would be lying on the bed reading a book at this time, while sticking out her plump buttocks for me to copy, and she was always caught off guard by this sudden attack.
The most charming and sexy buttocks in the world were left on the drawing paper in various shapes. I used my laptop to collect these materials and used 3D drawing software to design a replica of a Qing Dynasty general's jar. Since Mommy indirectly participated in the design, she also showed great interest. She sat beside me, watching me work with great interest, occasionally offering her opinions based on her natural womanly aesthetic sense. Surprisingly, she even came up with some good ideas. "
General's jars are a type of container, quite popular in the Qing Dynasty, mostly made of blue and white porcelain. Most of the ones circulating in the market today are from the Qing Dynasty."
"Really? What do modern people use them for? Sugar, flour?
Hahaha! A jar that accentuates Mom's beautiful hips for those things? That's so ungrateful, hahaha!" Before my laughter subsided, I was immediately met with a beating from Mom. But Mom's wide-eyed stare and hands on her hips sparked a new idea in me: "Wait, I've been struggling to decide on the shape for the handle on this jar lid. Now I've got it! Ha!
What is it? Tell me!" A woman's curiosity is always particularly strong, and she immediately showed excitement. "
Mom, quick, let me see your charming chrysanthemum bud…
no, I'm so embarrassed…" Although she was hesitant, she still lifted her skirt, letting me lie between her legs to get a good look. If…we were to slightly modify Mom’s exceptionally delicate stamens, wouldn’t they be perfect for decorating the handle on the top of a lid? Look at this anus, slightly concave in the middle forming a small vortex, with raised edges and regularly spaced folds surrounding it—it would be so beautiful as a handle decoration.
So many similar flashes of inspiration struck me. I kept revising my designs until Mom strongly protested. Every time I found something I didn’t like, I would strip her naked, scrutinize her body, and the more I studied it, the more I felt her physique was extraordinary, and then I couldn’t resist pouncing on her…
After Mom’s numerous serious protests, I finally agreed to finalize the design and not change it again. With more than a week left before the submission deadline, Mom and I embarked on our journey home…
The design easily made it to the final round. According to the rules, the shortlisted works had to be manufactured into finished products by the company sponsoring the design competition, and then auctioned off on the day of the awards ceremony, bringing the design competition to a perfect close. Because it was the culmination of my mother's and my hard work, I went to the manufacturing factory every few days, afraid they would burn my creation.
As the ancients said, "To strive is not to strive, and not to strive is to strive!" Through this design project, my mother and I spent a month together in a different city. Although there were brief unpleasant moments, our bond only deepened, and in my eyes, that was the greatest gain.
What about studying abroad? What about competition trophies? I didn't care about anything else except seeing our work successfully completed. Not long after, the organizing committee politely sent an invitation, insisting I attend the awards ceremony because my work had won the highest award—the Special Award from the Expert Panel.
Honey, you absolutely have to come! Our child is so talented, hehe!
Of course, of course, I'll not only come, but I'll also invite all my friends. Haha, I knew my son would be successful!
My mother excitedly called my father, telling him he absolutely had to come. I could hear his excitement clearly through the phone, even though I was right next to my mother. Hehe! Seeing how affectionate you and Dad are, I really can't understand why you two got divorced. I teased my mother with a playful smile. "
Why are you saying that again, child? I've told you, your dad and I are destined not to be husband and wife, but we're quite compatible as friends." "
Look at you, so happy! I'm getting jealous!" "
Go away, I've given you everything, and you're still lying through your teeth."
On the day of the awards ceremony, my mother and I entered the exhibition hall early. The organizing committee insisted on arranging us in the front seats, saying it would be more convenient for us to receive the award on stage, reducing the emcee's waiting time, and they also double-checked whether I had revealed that I had won. After everything was ready, people from various industries, including some government officials, filed in.
Originally, this competition wasn't supposed to be very grand. When the organizing committee called to invite celebrities in the city, they were prepared that not many people would be willing to attend. Unexpectedly, they received an unexpected response, especially from business elites, who not only agreed to attend but also promised to actively bid.
Some government officials also agreed to attend, which delighted the organizing committee. They revised the rules, making the awards ceremony a huge success, with various newspapers vying to report on it, making it a hot topic in the city for the past few days.
Actually, I know the reason behind this. The government officials wouldn't say, but most of the business people were encouraged to attend by my father. I know my father; he has a lot of charisma, knows many prominent figures in various industries, and is a
well-known figure in the business world himself. "Dad! Here, Mom and I are here." I saw Dad and his wife enter and quickly greeted them. "So early? Hehe!" Dad patted my head and chatted excitedly with Mom, the topic repeatedly revolving around my work. Finally, he apologized to Mom, saying he had to go and accompany some friends he had invited. I was very unhappy, but there was nothing I could do. Mom comforted me, saying I should understand Dad. What kind of couple is this? They understand and sympathize with each other, yet they can't be together.
"Mom, our work is about to be presented."
"What? Mommy wouldn't dare take credit; you designed it all yourself!"
I wanted to joke a bit more, saying that without Mommy's beautiful bottom, this creation would never have existed. But there were so many people, and we were surrounded by others, so I had to suppress my joke and focus on what the emcee was saying. Next, the awards were presented in reverse order of merit. Mommy and I craned our necks to look at the velvet-covered jar in the center. "Next
, we're going to unveil the highest award of this competition—the Special Award from the Expert Panel…" A round of applause erupted, and the emcee slowly lifted the velvet. Ah! Mommy actually gasped nervously, her slender hand gripping mine tightly; I could clearly feel her palm was sweaty.
This work of art, embodying so much emotion, finally appeared on the stage. From afar, it looked like a ripe apple, but around the apple were several faint, barely visible grooves. If you placed these grooves directly in front of your eyes, the whole shape was a perfect replica of Mommy's lewd pose, her bottom sticking out high.
Above the lid was a small chrysanthemum, not blooming outwards but rather retracted into the lid, with only the surrounding reflective folds rising above the lid's surface. Needless to say, this design was inspired by the shape of my mother's narrow, compact anus.
Looking at the jar and hearing the applause around us, tears streamed down my face—not tears of shame, but tears of joy. I held my mother's small hand, gently comforting her; both mother and son were immersed in joy.
This was a replica of a Qing Dynasty general's jar. The maker's imagination was truly expansive; while retaining the simple, solemn design style of the Qing court, he uniquely and boldly deformed the lines of the jar's body. Look at these beautiful curves—elegant and generous, yet possessing a vibrant, modern charm. Most peculiarly, it also possesses a primal, wild beauty…
The expert giving the presentation was quite the talker, using all sorts of fancy vocabulary. However, I must admit that some of his metaphors were very close to my topic. Isn't sex just humanity's most primal desire? However, this expert got a little too excited. He used a general's jar as a springboard to launch into a tirade of Tang and Song dynasty poems.
My mother couldn't help but laugh when he first commented on the curve of the jar, and as the expert went off on tangents, she finally pulled out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and burst into laughter. Actually, I had wanted to laugh for a while too; it wasn't nearly as exaggerated as he made it out to be. The creation of this "work" was very simple: it was the result of a frenzied incestuous sexual encounter. I hadn't dared to laugh
before because I was afraid my mother would scold me for being immature, but now that she had started, I couldn't help but want to make a joke. "Mom, did you hear that? Your buttocks are praised for their elegant, simple, dignified, and generous shape, and also... full of primal, wild beauty..."
I whispered in my mother's ear. My mother, upon hearing this, pinched my thigh repeatedly while covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders trembled, tears streaming down her face. The people in the front row kept turning around, looking at my mother with surprise. Perhaps they were wondering why this woman, who seemed so well-dressed, would act so out of character. But I'm sure they'd never find the answer, no
matter how hard they tried. The tedious explanation finally ended, and my mother finally stopped laughing, watching me go on stage to receive the certificate and 5,000 yuan prize with deep affection. "I'll give you a good reward tonight, hee hee!" my mother said to me in a teasing tone after I returned to my seat, even blowing a breath into my ear. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to press her down in her chair and enjoy it.
The atmosphere of the awards ceremony reached its climax with the auction of the winning entries. With many business celebrities in attendance, the bidding was incredibly fierce. And that night, something happened that became headline news the next day: my design of a jar, based on my mother's alluring buttocks, sold for a staggering 80,000 yuan. This was, of course, facilitated by my father and his friend.
Your dad was so smug today, such a grown man and still so happy, really… When we got home, Mom and I hugged each other and soaked in the bathtub, talking non-stop about all the funny things that happened a few hours ago.
Mom, are you happy?
Of course, I'm ecstatic, especially when that expert was describing your lewd general's jar.
Haha! I almost laughed myself to death. But… that's not some lewd work of art, it's Mom's body, the most captivating lines in the world.
Oh dear, you won't even leave me alone in this small bathtub?
Of course, didn't Mom promise to reward me well tonight?
Humph, I knew you'd remember that, hurry up and take a shower, if you want… you should at least take Mom to bed…
While I can't say I've achieved great success, at least my work has gone smoothly, and what's rare is that I have a beautiful, sexy, and loving mother who wraps her shapely, full legs around my waist, using all her muscles to please my thrusting penis, as an extra reward for my grand prize today.
Oh…be gentle, you have a celebration banquet your dad is throwing for you tomorrow, get some rest, okay…
I don’t care, Mom promised to let me enjoy myself tonight. Besides, Mom always has so much fun at night that she’s full of energy the next day…hehe!
Ah…you little devil, Mom’s legs are sore, be good! Put it down, okay…ah ah…
wiggle your ass a little more lewdly, mmm! That’s it, Mom’s body is so beautiful.
We made love almost until midnight, and taking advantage of my youth and strength, I sprayed my semen all over Mom’s breasts, vagina, and rectum until my penis could no longer stand up. Then it stayed inside Mom’s body, the place that had carried me for almost ten months, and we slept like that until dawn.
Get up, you lazybones…the sun’s already high in the sky…Mom pulled off my blanket and gave me a good scolding.
What? It’s only three o’clock, there’s still a long time before the banquet!
Tonight is a banquet your dad is throwing for you, you better get up and get dressed properly, don’t embarrass your dad. Mom went to the beauty salon and will be back soon…
A well-known Western restaurant in the city was particularly lively today, with all sorts of luxury cars parked outside. This restaurant holds a special meaning for me. Dad celebrated my promotion here last time, and today the scale was much grander; the entire second floor was booked, with two long rows of tables filled with cold dishes, barbecue, and various drinks and snacks.
After Dad's celebration last time, I got my long-awaited Mom. What will she bring me this time?… There was a high platform at the front of the restaurant, displaying the jar I designed. To my shame, I still don't know who bought it; I'll probably have to ask Dad later to thank his friend for his generous support. The champagne was opened amidst applause, signaling the official start of tonight's buffet.
Mom was the most beautiful woman there today. As I expected, after last night's lovemaking, her skin was fair and smooth, and she looked incredibly energetic. Moreover, her stunning outfit was simply drool-worthy.
The black evening gown exuded elegance and grace, hugging her beautifully curved figure. One arm was mostly bare, a look that was both sexy and tasteful. The long gown trailed to her feet, with a slit on one side reaching her wasp waist, revealing glimpses of a long, slender, snow-white leg with every step.
A designer necklace adorned her neck, her long, gleaming black hair was styled in an updo, and her delicately manicured hands carried a small handbag. As she gracefully walked through the crowd, she immediately attracted countless glances, some with ill intent.
Actually, I was dressed quite smartly today too, wearing a stiff-collared shirt and a black dress that complemented my mother's perfectly. I also wore a pretty dark red and white polka-dot bow tie, but unfortunately, my mother stole the show.
My father kept introducing me to his friends, occasionally boasting about me, which made me blush and pale intermittently. Several times I glanced back at my mother, pleading for help, but she just stood there, holding a small wine glass, looking at me with a mischievous, fawning smile, refusing to come to my rescue. It
seems I'm just not cut out for social situations; I was sweating buckets throughout the banquet, my lips aching from the forced smiles. Unexpectedly, it was Li Qiuyu, the daughter of the director of the Cultural Bureau, the haughty girl with whom I had a brief romance, who came to my rescue.
When my father saw that Xiaoyu knew me, and that she greeted me with such familiarity, he burst into laughter again: "So you two know each other? Good, good, good. Then you young people go have fun, you don't need to keep your father company..."
As soon as he finished speaking, I quickly escaped the encirclement of my father and his friends. Oh! Freedom! Actually, I went to the awards ceremony yesterday, intending to congratulate you in person, but I couldn't find you. Xiaoyu, the girl I once pursued so desperately, smiled gently like a delicate flower.
I did see Uncle yesterday, but I didn't expect you to be here too, haha!
I think you've changed a lot. You're much more cheerful than before, and you exude confidence.
"Really?" I didn't think so. Chatting casually with Xiaoyu, I noticed my mother's eyes were wide open, clearly radiating jealousy. Remembering her earlier refusal to help, I mischievously chatted with Xiaoyu even more enthusiastically.
My mother, her teeth clenched in anger, subtly approached, keeping a distance of about two meters, eavesdropping on our conversation. Since Xiaoyu had never visited our home, she didn't know that the radiant woman nearby was my mother, and of course, she was even less aware that I practically had sex with her every day. Therefore, she didn't seem to mind and continued chatting happily about our recent lives.
The buffet wasn't all night; it was 10:00 PM, time to leave. "It's been so long! Let me invite you for coffee later!" Xiaoyu invited me.
I saw my mother's pupils contract rapidly, revealing hostility. I had neglected her for too long; I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings any further, so I quickly declined: "Ah!" "It's an honor, but I think we should do it another day. I'm too tired today. I
'll call you when I'm free." Xiaoyu nodded, somewhat incredulous that I, who used to treat her like a princess, would give up this opportunity today.
"Who's that vixen?" she snapped fiercely as soon as we got into the car. "
An old friend, didn't you overhear us?" "We were just talking about very ordinary things." I tilted my head, secretly amused, looking at my mother. "
Where did I overhear?
Hehe! Don't pretend, I didn't blame you for overhearing. Don't worry, Mom, besides you, any other woman is like air in front of me now. Are you relieved now?"
My mother had also heard me reject Xiaoyu's date earlier, and now that I confessed, she was even more relieved, her fingers shyly fiddling with the hem of her clothes. I glanced at my shy mother, then at my gradually swelling lower body, shook my head, and started the car...
How was it? Tired today? When I got home, my back and legs ached, and my mother took out a handkerchief to wipe my forehead.
It's alright, it would be even better if Mom could come over more often tonight to help me out.
Hmm! You're the star of the show today, what am I supposed to help you out of?
As my wife, seeing I'm not very good at socializing, of course I have to lend a hand.
Let me correct a mistake you made earlier, I'm not your wife, I'm your biological mother. Hehe…
Wrong! She's both the greatest mother and my most beloved wife. For mother-son lovers, this is a complex issue that can never have a single conclusion. Instead of wasting time arguing, I'd rather enjoy myself…
I lifted Mom's beautiful little feet to my chest and kissed them. Her legs, treated weekly, were incredibly alluring, flawless from the thighs to the slender toes. Years of special chemicals had rendered her hair follicles ineffective, leaving them smooth and white, without any resistance when touched. Mom's long, beautiful legs and well-maintained body seemed capable of arousing my desire at any time.
Mom, you look absolutely gorgeous today. Even while the party was still going on, I couldn't resist wanting to fuck you from behind…
You little pervert! Didn't I just suck you for ages in the car? You were shoving so hard down my throat, not a bit gentle with me, hmph…
But Mom looks so stunning today! Oh! I can't resist anymore… Let's finish what we were doing earlier, shall we? Hehe! Oh, you
're so annoying! Mom hasn't taken off her makeup yet.
No need, I'll do it for you right now. Then Mom's evening gown, stockings, bra, and panties were thrown to the floor one by one. Isn't removing makeup just washing it off with ionized water? I can do it with my tongue, and even more thoroughly.
My lips slid from Mom's forehead to her breasts, then her flat stomach, her full thighs, until I took her ten delicate, translucent toes into my mouth. Then I turned Mom over and licked from her rosy soles down her voluptuous, sexy buttocks to her smooth, white, bare back.
After I kissed my mother's snow-white body all over, her juices flowed freely from her alluring slit. Less than a day had passed since our last lovemaking, and my penis was still as hard as ever, yearning to enter that tempting forbidden land…
I straddled my mother's buttocks, skillfully thrusting my penis deep inside her from behind. I don't know why I was so obsessed with my mother's body; the pleasure of my penis thrusting rapidly inside her was more stimulating than with any other woman, even though I hadn't slept with many women besides my mother…
…Ah…so good, you little devil, I must have owed you a lot of love in my past life, and I'm repaying it with my body in this one…Ah…so wonderful…
Under my relentless onslaught, both bodies convulsed briefly before reaching orgasm simultaneously. I knew my mother's body so well that controlling the rhythm was no longer difficult. Just as my mother could sense my level of excitement from my eyes or subtle movements, I could also tell her level of satisfaction from her moans or the tension in her toes.
"Mommy has something serious to tell you, okay?"
"Okay, I'm listening!" I touched Mommy's sexy body, which was pressed against my chest. Her orgasm must still be lingering; I could clearly feel the warmth of her skin as I touched it. This indicated that the owner of that skin had just been completely absorbed in the wave of lovemaking. "
How come your jar sold for 80,000 yuan?"
"It's not worth that price. It was just Daddy and his friends bidding against each other that drove it up. The highest price ever paid for a late Qing Dynasty general's jar in China is only a little over 20,000 yuan. My jar, if auctioned normally, would probably only
fetch... three or four thousand yuan!" "Oh! No wonder. But three or four thousand yuan isn't bad. Mommy's beauty salon only sells a monthly pass for a few hundred yuan."
"What? Mommy, are you feeling a bit unfair?" "Haha!
There's some truth to that. I don't think you put in much effort! You just took a lump of clay, fired it, and it turned into money."
That's because Mom's body is just too sexy, too alluring; otherwise, I wouldn't have had the inspiration.
Mom seemed preoccupied, and then fell silent. I could sense she was pondering something. Then my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I once had a very selfish and despicable thought: that I was young and strong, and Mom, after all, was getting older, so I was afraid she wouldn't be able to satisfy my strong desire for her body. But as it turned out, this thought was completely unnecessary.
In my memory, except for the time I almost made Mom faint in the wild, every other time we had sex, if it was of high quality, I was always the one exhausted like a dog. And after Mom's orgasm subsided, she would often still be enjoying stroking my penis for half a day, and the next day, she always recovered her energy faster than I did. Tonight was no different. As Mom pondered, my mind grew increasingly hazy, and soon I drifted off to sleep…
After one night, our lives as mother and son completely changed, or rather, we began to live a different, fast-paced life. Mom thought about it all night and decided to persuade me to support her in starting a physical business—making ceramic products. From the moment she began her unhurried explanation, my eyes were wide open.
Money? Management personnel? Venue? Technicians? Don't listen to the newspapers' hype; all that computer-controlled temperature stuff is nonsense. Firing ceramics now relies entirely on the experience of skilled workers. Mom, you need to think this through. This isn't like wholesaling things and reselling them to make money. Controlling technology and experience is quite difficult… I didn't mean to discourage her, but I had to explain the worst-case scenario to her.
Mom has thought it through. Money? We still have savings. Your grandma left them for you to buy a house and get married, but now… hehe! I don't think we need them anymore. We can sell that beauty salon again, and if that's still not enough, I can borrow from your grandma. As for management experience, your dad will definitely help us. Venue? I've thought about it; we'll set it up in our hometown. As for technology… cough cough… don't we have a designer at home?
I carefully considered what Mom said, and it made some sense, yet it also seemed a bit off; everything was too simplistic. I have absolutely no interest in business, so I've never paid attention to what aspects of starting a company require. Now, I can't really give Mom any authoritative advice. What should I do?
I think… I should ask Dad for advice.
Okay, I'll schedule a time to talk to him now.
Around dusk, I received a call from Mom, asking me to wait for her at the restaurant downstairs. She really wasn't in the mood to cook today, so we'd eat out. From Mom's tone, I was surprised to sense that Dad definitely supported her plan. Sure enough, when Mom saw me, she excitedly explained the general plan. To be honest, I didn't fully understand. "
Your dad said we don't need to worry about sales. He'll send some young, experienced managers to register a joint venture company specifically for sales. We just need to focus on producing top-notch products."
Wait, is Dad investing too? How much? Who's the boss between you two?
Your dad just assigned some senior sales managers and salespeople. These managers contributed their technical shares to own a portion of the company, and their salaries were paid by your dad's company. Hehe, and Mom became the chairman...
Ah! Dad is so shrewd! He sends a few managers over without spending a penny and wants to enjoy the sales profits! Hehe!
What do you know? As the old saying goes, even close brothers keep clear accounts. In business, who will genuinely help you without mutual benefit? Besides, your mom knows nothing about company management. Inviting a management team with 10% of the profits is fair.
Actually, I was just joking. I firmly believe Dad wouldn't be so heartless. He did this to systematize everything, making the cooperation more sustainable. Moreover, Dad's social connections and his company's existing sales network are an immeasurable asset; owning only 10% of the shares is clearly a loss.
That night, Mom was so excited she couldn't sleep. The next day, my son and I started preparing for our new company with maximum efficiency. First, I submitted my resignation and poached two employees from the design studio.
Then, after repeated persuasion of my art professor from university, and with his wife playing a crucial role, she finally managed to get him involved by offering him an annual salary of 100,000 yuan to become our art consultant. This would ensure the design quality to a certain extent. Next, we recruited extensively, gathering experienced workers.
My mother's progress was unexpectedly smooth. Although her hometown was remote and the villagers weren't poor, there was a large surplus of labor. The township government was naturally delighted to hear that someone wanted to invest in building a factory. After the report was submitted, my mother's overseas connections attracted the government's attention. They decided to use my mother's project as a model to promote it and attract foreign investment in the future, offering many preferential policies in land allocation, taxes, and other areas.
What would normally be a cumbersome process was surprisingly completed in a single morning, with the necessary documents such as the business license and construction permit obtained. This rapid efficiency attracted the interest of the provincial newspaper, as the central government had just issued a document instructing governments at all levels to improve their work efficiency.
The newspaper reported on the event the next day and continued to follow up on the company's progress for the next few days. My mother later told me with great pride that my father laughed for a full minute after hearing this, saying that these reports were worth at least 200,000 yuan in advertising fees.
I have to admire my mother's luck. I know that her choice to build a factory in her hometown was mostly driven by nostalgia, but this choice brought unexpected benefits. The design studio was the first to start working, whether as a warm-up or to test teamwork, my colleagues and I worked hard. After producing the first batch of design drawings, my mother and I immediately asked the production department, which was not yet fully operational, to try to produce some samples.
The base of each craft item was printed with the words "Mingxin Production." My name contains the character "Ming," and my mother's name contains the character "Xin." This was both our product logo and the company name.
After the samples were produced, my mother did something very strange. The sales staff that my father had assigned were not supposed to be paid by our company, but my mother still paid them a salary according to their job positions, meaning they received double pay.
I initially disagreed, but there was no way around it; Mom was the chairperson, and rank really matters, even though she was often as docile as a lamb to the slaughter under me at night. Besides, few could persuade Mom, who inherited her grandmother's stubbornness…
As it turned out, this seemingly frivolous move quickly unleashed incredible energy in the sales department, which neither Mom nor I were particularly good at managing. The production department was still working day and night, and only a few functions were currently available, but sales orders were pouring in.
I have to admit that Mom has an unexpected talent for business. With our factory not yet operating at 100% capacity, yet still needing to fulfill orders, I had no choice but to pay processing fees to temporarily outsource some production to other manufacturers.
Days passed one after another, and Mom shuttled between the factory in our hometown and the distribution points in the city like a professional woman. She paid more attention to maintaining her figure and skin, and as she took on this role more deeply, the already charming Mom now possessed a more capable and aloof air.
I like her current role. Normally, she's a beautiful, elegant, and respected chairwoman, but at night in bed, she and I make love in all sorts of lewd positions, with countless variations. Many of these positions are too embarrassing for us to talk about, so we often use gestures or eye contact to hint: "Your legs should be here," or "Your buttocks should stick out a little more, it'll be more stimulating for me..." The contrast is nice. It's been almost a year since I started sleeping with my mother, but we still maintain a high level of sexual interest.
Six months later...
I won't say too many words of thanks. When I received the business license, I also doubted how far this company could go. However, today, facts have proven everything; we have truly succeeded. Mingxin Company's success today is inseparable from the efforts of all the employees present. Thank you for everything you've done. I've prepared a small token of my appreciation for you tonight, which will be distributed soon. It's not much, but it's my way of expressing my gratitude...
The beautiful woman on stage wore an elegant white cheongsam, her thick, beautiful hair neatly gathered behind her head, and her face lightly made up. The slit in her cheongsam was just right, neither too high nor too low, revealing her full, shapely calves and rounded knees. Her beautiful legs, encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, were the stuff of fantasies. Her
slightly upturned buttocks were full and alluring; countless men had harbored urges to rape this aloof and noble beauty. Yet, of all these men, I was the luckiest, not only having fantasized but also actually possessing her entire body and her ecstatic moans.
My mother finished her speech and walked gracefully towards me amidst enthusiastic applause. This event, organized at the New Year's gathering, held profound significance for my mother and me. I stared at my mother's flat stomach; according to our calculations, the fetus would be fully formed in a few months.
Soon, I would continue to run the company we shared as the managing director, while my mother would completely retire to the home to nurture the fruit of our illicit love. In the near future, my mother's identity would become increasingly enigmatic—mother? Beloved wife? Boss? Perhaps all of the above…
We bought back the jar designed based on my mother's most sensual feature and placed it in the bedroom as a symbol. I touched its outline; the feeling was so familiar. Often, after achieving success in life—career, love, and dreams—one becomes lonely, so lonely that one longs for a mischievous spirit to torment their nerves. You could say that Mom's decision to give birth to me was entirely thanks to this ceramic pot.
Gently, don't scare him/her…
Hmm! No, Mom has never liked me touching this.
It's okay, I know you really want Mom's body, right? It's amazing you could endure two months. But let's make it clear beforehand, you can't be as rough as you were back home last time, or Mom won't let you get away with it…
"Okay!" I carefully pried open my mother's tender anus with my left hand, squeezed the syringe into her narrow, tight anus, and gently pushed with my thumb. About 100 milliliters of oily liquid, containing aphrodisiac, lubricant, and disinfectant, slowly flowed into her bright red rectum.
As soon as the syringe was pulled out, my mother involuntarily contracted her anal muscles, and a trickle of liquid slid out. I gently smeared the liquid onto her beautiful opening with the head of my penis...
Inch by inch, the head of my penis squeezed into my mother's rectum, the burning sensation enveloping my penis. I slowly and carefully pushed it in, feeling the hardness of my penis increasing at an astonishing speed. "Ah...ah..." my mother moaned softly, and my penis was finally fully inserted into her rectum.
"Ugh! It's so big, it's swelling up..." My mother turned her head and glanced at me, her coquettish look making my heart flutter. Normally, I would definitely be thrusting hard to experience the unique pleasure of a mother's lust. But I held back, because my child was already in my mother's womb. "
Mom, does it hurt?" I leaned down and asked tenderly. "
It's okay, just a sore and swollen feeling, it's nothing."
I longed to lie on top of her and plant a deep kiss, but I constantly reminded myself that my mother's lower abdomen absolutely could not bear my weight at this moment.
I straightened up and knelt again, tilting my head to check the pillow under my mother's buttocks, making sure that this position wouldn't put pressure on her lower abdomen. I lifted my mother's long, slender, fair legs and placed them on my shoulders, using my waist slightly to begin my tireless piston-like movements inside my mother's anus.
The lubricant mixed with a little aphrodisiac had a certain stimulating effect in my mother's intestines, and I could feel my penis thrusting in and out quite smoothly. Today's movements were unusually gentle, and my mother also tried her best to relax her body, allowing me to enjoy this delicious feast of flesh that I hadn't tasted in a long time.

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