spying on illicit affairs

I am 25 years old this year. My family is a single-parent family. My father passed away when I was eight years old, leaving my mother and me to depend on each other.
My mother has a tall figure that is rare for an Eastern woman. Although she is 38 years old, she is well-maintained and is indeed a mature, sexy, and voluptuous middle-aged beauty. She has the charm of a mature woman and the beautiful face of a kind mother. She has the demeanor of a pampered noblewoman. She is very beautiful, with a fair complexion and rosy skin. Her eyebrows are slightly curved like the moon. Her eyes are big and clear, with long, thin, and black eyebrows. Her nose is high and straight. Her bright red lips are slightly upturned and full, with a natural charm. There is a bright red beauty mark at the corner of her cherry lips. The most charming thing is her pair of big, watery, charming eyes. Whenever she looks at someone, it seems that there is a fire in them, burning the heart and captivating the soul. Every glance and movement can bewitch the soul.
My mother had a slender waist, which made her breasts and hips particularly well-developed, giving her an extremely beautiful and curvaceous figure. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, round and firm, exuding the sensuality of a mature woman. In particular, her pair of high and full breasts seemed as if they were about to burst out of her clothes at any moment. Any man who saw them would be tempted to pinch them. Her pair of large, round, pink buttocks were so round and fleshy, and her pair of plump, snow-white thighs were round and full, making one want to touch them. My mother's beautiful and charming face, snow-white and smooth skin, full and mature body, and the charm of a woman past her prime all exuded a mature and sexy beauty of a middle-aged woman, radiating maternal allure. For a teenager who was just starting to develop, a mature, full-figured, sexy middle-aged woman like my mother was the best object of fantasy, especially for me, her own son who was with her day and night.
My mother treated me like a child, without any inhibitions. At home, I often dressed very casually, even recklessly. When she wore a skirt, she would inevitably expose herself. She would often lift her legs to apply toenail polish, revealing her plump, fair legs beneath the skirt. Deep within her snow-white, full thighs was the crotch of her tiny thong, the small panties covering her fleshy vulva. The front seam clearly stretched the panties apart, revealing the round, plump outline of my mother's two thick labia. All of this made me unbearably itchy, causing my whole body to heat up, and my erect penis was almost bursting out of my pants.
Sometimes, after showering, my mother would wear a semi-transparent nightgown without a bra, her nipples peeking out and swaying back and forth. I really wanted to grab them. She also had a habit of bending over, making her full breasts appear and disappear. Peeking through her loose collar, I could see her large, white, and tender breasts, so delicate they seemed ready to burst, swaying gently. I could even see a hint of the areola's color, a dark reddish-brown. The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly tempting. Between her breasts was a charming, adorable cleavage—so alluring! Although I couldn't truly feel pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.
Because I was the only boy in the family, my mother loved and indulged me, even to the point of spoiling me. She would grant me anything I wanted, within her means.
Our house was a two-story building. The downstairs bathroom had a window facing the stairs, which was usually open, only closed when showering.
One evening, after dinner, my mother went into the bathroom to take a shower. I planned to go upstairs to study, but as I went up, I glanced around and was shocked. The bathroom window was open, and my mother was standing in the middle of the bathroom, facing the window. Her hands were unbuttoning her nightgown, letting it slip down to reveal a pink lace bra. Her two exceptionally large breasts were clearly visible, their full, snow-white breasts supported by the bra, creating a beautiful, snow-white cleavage. Her full, alluring breasts stood high.
My first thought was to leave immediately, because the woman in front of me was my own mother, the one who gave me life, raised me, and nurtured me! The mother who held me, kissed me, bathed me, and cleaned up my messes when I was little. I shouldn't have peeked at this woman undressing, and now I was actually peeking at her while she showered, looking at her with lewd eyes. I was a bastard, and I deserved to die! A sense of guilt welled up inside me.
I was about to turn around and go upstairs when my mother reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was taking it off, and my heart pounded. I stared at her, my eyes wide. She slowly and silently let the bra slip down, revealing two large, full, snow-white breasts. Having given birth, her breasts were large and soft. With each breath, they swayed alluringly, like two snow-white peaks. In the center of her large, brown areolas were tempting nipples, about an inch and a half in size, like grapes. The nipples were slightly darkened, with a few small holes—the result of me suckling her milk as a child. Although her breasts were full, they were beginning to sag. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding from having given birth to me, but her large, reddish-brown nipples indicated that her body was at its most mature stage.
I never imagined my mother had such beautiful breasts. I stared, speechless, mouth agape, drooling as if I wanted to devour them. I had completely forgotten she was my own mother. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at her large breasts, a bewildered expression on my face.
Then, my mother bent down and slowly pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees. I could clearly see the crotch of her tiny thong deep within her snow-white, full thighs. The black lace panties she was wearing today were incredibly sexy, so alluring, so sensual. Her secret area was covered only by a tiny, semi-transparent piece of black fabric. Her mysterious pubic hair, barely concealed by the panties, revealed a few fine, curly hairs. The small piece of fabric couldn't quite cover her full, rounded vulva, creating a crease that clearly showed the outline of her thick labia, exuding irresistible allure.
My mother grasped the sides of her black, lace-trimmed panties with both hands and gracefully pulled them down to her calves. Suddenly, her mature and sensual lower body was exposed before my eyes. What met my gaze was her high, rounded mons pubis and thick, dark pubic hair. The hair was so black, glossy, and lustrous, intertwined like a small forest, covering the most beautiful and alluring part of her body—her mysterious vulva.
Although I inwardly condemned myself for such lewdness, I couldn't tear my gaze away, unable to resist the greedy look at my mother's naked body. Though I wanted to leave, my legs wouldn't obey me.
I wanted to turn away, but my heart wouldn't listen. I was captivated by my mother's beautiful, naked body standing before me. She was far more beautiful than I had ever imagined; my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. In all my life, I had never seen anything more perfect. To me, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
My mother's fair and translucent body appeared before me. Although she was thirty-eight years old, she was still incredibly beautiful. Though past her prime, she retained her charm. The relentless passage of time hadn't cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had given her a mature, womanly allure. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, flawless, almost like translucent white jade. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her plump back and soft, rounded breasts. Her arms, smooth and glossy like two jade lotus roots, adorned her shoulders. Two large, full breasts, like two balls, hung high on her chest, large and white, so alluring. Slightly sagging, they appeared to be a size 38 to 40. My eyes followed my mother's two large, trembling breasts, so full and heavy, quivering irresponsibly against her snow-white chest, exuding a mature and alluring charm, seemingly stirring the desires hidden deep within my manly heart. My
mother's waist was slender and supple, her exaggerated hips making her figure even more prominent, like a shapely gourd. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding from childbirth, but not overly bloated, just right. A few faint gray stretch marks appeared on her slightly protruding, snow-white abdomen—ah! Those were the proof of my birth! Below her deep navel was a large, protruding mass of fat. On her mons pubis, which resembled a steamed bun, was a cluster of jet-black, inverted triangular pubic hair. Below, a deep slit of flesh could be faintly seen, appearing and disappearing, making it even more beautiful and alluring. Everything was more wonderful and moving than I had imagined.
My mother's mature, alluring demeanor, her perfectly proportioned, graceful figure, the curves of a mature woman, her snow-white, delicate skin, her full, luscious breasts, her round, full, tender white buttocks, her two slender thighs clamping her high, plump vulva—everything about her was exquisite, truly breathtakingly beautiful. It was hard to imagine that she was a woman past her prime, a thirty-eight-year-old middle-aged woman.
Having never seen a woman's body before, seeing my mother completely naked, her full breasts and thick, hairy pubic area fully exposed before me, I stared wide-eyed, mesmerized by my mother's naked, beautiful female form. My burning gaze traveled from her chest down to her lower abdomen and vulva. My consciousness began to blur. I knew this was wrong, but I knew my eyes couldn't tear themselves away from my mother's naked body.
My mother turned on the shower and began to shower. I gazed at her snow-white body, swallowing greedily. My eyes were immediately drawn to her large, round breasts. With every movement, they swayed and trembled. I thought to myself, there was nothing more beautiful in the world than them—like two fleshy, cone-shaped peaks, or works of art carved from pink marble, or even like beautiful rose-colored cups turned upside down, topped with a purple grape—the nipple, protruding arrogantly from the center.
I stared intently at my mother's beautiful breasts. The hot water from the showerhead flowed over her fresh, snow-white breasts, splashing back to leave only a few droplets. Watching them wriggle and tremble as my mother washed over them, my heart almost leaped out of my chest in temptation!
Between my mother's long, slender legs, a tuft of soft, dark pubic hair gleamed under the rushing water. She raised her thighs to the edge of the bathtub, parting her plump labia with her right hand, diligently washing her genitals. I watched as she aimed the showerhead at her vaginal opening, a look of ecstasy on her face.
Suddenly, she looked up, her gaze meeting mine. My body trembled. What an absurd sight! My naked mother was staring at her own son, right in front of me. I knew my face must be burning red. My mother, too, looked shocked, her mouth agape. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, I snapped out of it and ran upstairs to my room.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind filled with images of my mother's mature, alluring body. Her glistening flesh seemed to still appear before my eyes, and my blood surged. My penis, constricted uncomfortably in my pants, became erect. So, I stripped off all my clothes, lying naked on the bed. My penis, stimulated by the erotic images, was swollen and red.
Lying there, my mind drifted to my mother's captivating, full body, soft and boneless, perfectly proportioned, every part of her alluring. Recalling the passionate scenes I'd just witnessed, just thinking about her naked body burned me with desire. I unconsciously reached down to my crotch, grasping my penis while fantasizing about my mother's glistening flesh, imagining my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, masturbating as I did so.
Suddenly, I felt a heat in my lower abdomen, my glans trembled, and thick semen shot out without my realizing it. Even after ejaculating, my penis was still twitching, and in my imagination, the pools of semen seemed to have all entered my mother's vagina.
That night, I couldn't sleep. The image of my mother taking a bath kept appearing before my eyes. Apart from porn, I had never seen a real female body, and the first female body I saw was my own mother's. I was very conflicted. On one hand, I felt that my behavior was unforgivable, but on the other hand, my penis remained erect all night, and I had a strange sexual excitement.
The next morning, after I got up, I went downstairs to the dining room. My mother was already sitting there eating breakfast. I didn't say a word, and neither did she. I kept stealing glances at my mother, trying to see what kind of reaction she would have. My mother seemed very comfortable, as if nothing had happened. Occasionally, our eyes would meet, and she would nervously look away. I quickly finished my breakfast and went to school.
The next evening, when my mother went into the bathroom to take a shower, I looked up and noticed that the bathroom window was still open. I was startled. Last night, I could say she forgot to close the window, but tonight it was still open. Was she deliberately leaving it open for me to see?
I couldn't resist going up the stairs to peek again. I saw my mother standing in front of the vanity with her back to me, her hands unbuttoning her blouse. I could see her face through the mirror. Suddenly, her eyes glanced quickly at the window in the mirror and saw me standing on the stairs. I was startled and was about to run away when my mother didn't react at all. She smiled slightly and continued unbuttoning the last button of her blouse, pulling it down from her shoulders. She reached out and gently, slowly, stroked and played with her large, plump breasts. My mother probably knew that I could see her breasts clearly through the mirror. But she deliberately showed it to me. Was my mother, by examining her large, round breasts, putting on a "papaya show" to seduce me? First, she lifted one of her large, round, and alluring breasts with one hand, looking down at it while gently caressing it with her other hand. After playing with it for a while, she lifted the breast higher and licked the nipple, which was as big as a strawberry, with her tongue. Then she licked and rolled the nipple with her tongue, and then gently poked it. She repeated this process over and over again, playing with the nipple until she was satisfied, and then she put it down and moved to the other breast, repeating the same actions.
My mother's slender hands rubbed and caressed her large, round breasts, her delicate fingers constantly pinching the beautiful nipples protruding on the red areolas. Her shoulders twisted, causing her breasts to tremble.
As my mother released her alluring breasts, she reached up to loosen her braids and tossed the headband aside. I followed her as she swayed her head, letting her long, reddish-brown hair fall over her shoulders. Her enormous breasts trembled slightly up and down. My mother held her breasts between her arms, leaning forward slightly to make them appear even larger. Then she released her arms, and her huge breasts naturally drooped down. My mother swayed her upper body, and her captivating breasts swayed wildly and rapidly, swinging and twisting like erotic works of art. Her breasts put on another show of swaying and shaking for me to watch.
When her breasts stopped swaying, my mother reached out and untied the belt of her skirt, letting it slide down her long, shapely thighs to the floor. She leaned forward slightly, supporting herself on the bathtub with both hands, sticking out her buttocks, and flaunting her full, plump hips. My gaze could clearly see the crotch of her tiny panties deep within her snow-white, plump thighs. The pink lace panties my mother was wearing today were incredibly sexy, so alluring, so sensual. The panties, so small they couldn't contain her tight buttocks, squeezed out indentations on her plump bottoms. There was practically no fabric covering my mother's snow-white, round buttocks; only a thin line clearly separated them. Her full, round buttocks, like freshly baked, white, hot buns, exuded endless allure, as did her pair of plump, white, beautiful thighs—smooth, delicate, round, and long. Although my mother was a voluptuous woman, her thighs had beautiful curves. Her snow-white, plump buttocks and thighs were presented before my eyes.
My mother grasped the sides of the pink, lace-trimmed panties and, with an elegant gesture, slowly pulled them down to her calves. Instantly, her snow-white, plump buttocks appeared before me. I had heard that women with large buttocks have strong sexual desires, and these were indeed very large buttocks—the kind of plump, white buttocks that any man would want to ride and have sex with.
When my mother bent down to take off the panties, her buttocks appeared even larger as she bent over. My mother's alluring, voluptuous buttocks faced me, and the cleft between her wide buttocks formed a straight line. The first thing that caught my eye was her chrysanthemum-shaped anus. Although it was a little brownish, the bud remained intact and round, indicating it was in good condition. The crevice separating the two fleshy mounds was also fully exposed before my eyes. Bewitched by the alluring beauty before me, I swallowed hard, forgetting that the other person was my mother. My eyes widened involuntarily, bloodshot as I stared at my mother's buttocks, a bewildered expression on my face.
My mother slowly reached her hand behind her back, caressing her firm, round buttocks, cupping them and gently squeezing and kneading them. At the same time, she arched her legs and turned her head to look down at her buttocks from her shoulders. My mother had always been quite proud of her perfect buttocks and long, shapely legs. She relaxed her legs, straightened her body, and bent over, her buttocks swaying back and forth with the movement. This movement, however, provided me with another kind of nude show to watch, allowing me to enjoy her buttocks.
Finally, my mother straightened up, slowly turned around, and stood facing the window, completely naked in front of me. A seductive look appeared on her slightly flushed face, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her lips parted softly as she breathed heavily. She flaunted her full, plump buttocks, moving her hands up and down to caress her body. Her slender hands rubbed and stroked her round, full breasts, then traced her abdomen from her slender waist down to a raised, full patch of pubic hair. Her buttocks rotated slowly as she touched her dark pubic hair with her snow-white hands.
My mother licked her lips up and down with her tongue, then slowly slid her hand down to her thigh, rubbing it around her vulva. Her fingertips slid along the edge of the cleft, and as she leaned forward, she swayed her breasts back and forth. Her hand was on her vulva, and she would thrust her hips forward from time to time, as if she were having sex. She shamelessly opened and closed her thighs, making a clamping motion. Clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripped from her plump vulva, making my eyes almost pop out.
You absolutely cannot imagine what it feels like to face a completely naked woman, and it's your own mother dancing a erotic dance in front of you. Watching your naked mother thrust her chest out, twist her waist, and sway her hips, her naked body, except for the fragrant sweat, performing seductive movements, arousing your desires, you feel both exhilarated and excited, yet also suffer from the pain of suppressing your lust. Watching your sexy and beautiful naked mother sway her full, round breasts, shake her two snow-white, round buttocks, her fragrant, sweaty vulva appearing and disappearing, her labia slightly opening and closing with the swaying of her buttocks, her thick labia appearing purplish-red as if engorged with blood, adorned with dark pubic hair, I licked my lips hungryly, and my penis involuntarily swelled up in my underwear, tightly bound inside, throbbing painfully. My fingers, through my shorts, involuntarily stroked my throbbing penis.
Once my mother was certain I could feast my eyes on this springtime scene, she slowly and alluringly walked to the bathtub, sat down facing the window, and looked down at her thighs. Casually, she spread them open, reached down to her vulva, and gently parted her tightly closed labia, revealing a pink, moist, and deep vaginal opening.
My mother extended her fingers, touching the upper part of her vagina, which was brimming with vaginal fluid. She paused there for a few seconds, then slowly moved her fingers to her clitoris, beginning to rub, caress, and tease the swollen little thing. Her fingers naturally rubbed one of the engorged inner labia, pinching one of the already engorged labia with her right fingers and rubbing it vigorously. A surge of pleasure rose from her waist to her back, then rushed to her head.
Seeing the dazed expression on my mother's face and the flesh parted by her fingers, this sight drove me mad. My mother, even more unreserved, spread her thighs as wide as possible, presenting her entire lower body to me without reservation, allowing me to visually violate her genitals.
Now, my mother is in the bathroom at home, the window wide open, naked and facing me, displaying all the secrets of womanhood before me, her lewd masturbation a performance of erotic arts.
My beautiful mother's snow-white fingers wriggle on her itchy clitoris, while she twists her elastic buttocks forcefully, thrusting her lower abdomen forward. When her mature vulva thrusts forward, it pops open, revealing all the secrets of womanhood before me. My mother rubs her swollen clitoris with her fingertips, but she still doesn't feel satisfied. Just as I am staring in disbelief, my mother lets out a soft moan, tilting her beautiful chin up. An unbelievable scene enters my eyes: my mother finally inserts her middle finger into her vagina, the second joint of her middle finger already inside, sliding in her crevice, rubbing against the inner and outer walls of her vagina. Then she adds another finger, and her other hand moves from her breasts to her lower body, both hands rubbing her sensitive clitoris together, and she begins to twist her buttocks.
I stared wide-eyed at the exquisite movements of my mother's fingers. Her snow-white middle finger rubbed against the petals around her vulva, while the other fingers gently pressed on her clitoris. Her healthy, beautiful thighs convulsed incessantly, her buttocks lifting and swaying from side to side, occasionally squeezing her legs together and rubbing them against each other, a wanton expression on her face.
My mother's slightly parted petals revealed a deep red mucous membrane, and her thick pubic hair, overflowing with nectar, clung to her mons pubis. My mother was so greedily pursuing pleasure, masturbating with such exquisite skill in front of her own son.
While masturbating, the mother let out soft moans, then slowly swayed her hips, using her fingers to stimulate her own vagina. She bit her lip, arched her legs, and deeply inserted her fingers into her private parts, breathing heavily. In anticipation of the upcoming climax, her two snow-white thighs rubbed together, her hands writhing more actively between her smooth thighs, caressing, kneading, and probing her most familiar erogenous zones. The wet sounds of flesh rubbing together emanated from her lower abdomen, and the flowing fluid moistened her anus.
Hysterical moans and impatient panting escaped from her sensual mouth. Screams and trembling nakedness filled the air. Thick, sticky fluid, like semen, flowed from the snow-white fingertips writhing in her dark rose-colored vagina. The rubbing of the fluid with her fingers created a sizzling sound, forming a beautiful symphony. The mother lifted
her buttocks, clenched her legs, and after inserting her fingers deeply, thrust in and out two or three times forcefully, involuntarily twisting her hips—a sign that her climax was imminent.
My mother gritted her teeth, enduring the impending explosion of pleasure. She had forgotten everything, moaning with ecstasy as she became completely absorbed in the other kind of orgasm brought on by her fingers. Suddenly, her body arched backward, forcefully inserting her middle finger, almost sadistically manipulating her already wet clitoris, vagina, and anus. The intense orgasm caused her already raised buttocks to thrust even higher. Her snow-white lower body trembled before she collapsed onto the edge of the bathtub. Her pale face flushed, her lower body trembled slightly, and glistening vaginal fluid overflowed from between her fingers, dripping onto the floor.
For a long, long time, my mother reluctantly stopped, slowly withdrawing her fingers from her vagina and wiping them on her buttocks. She used her underwear to wipe her still-wet labia, then threw the soiled underwear on the floor and began to shower. My
large penis throbbed painfully in my pants. I couldn't bear it any longer. I quietly returned to my bedroom, taking a deep breath, but the vivid scene kept replaying in my mind.
About half an hour later, I heard my mother calling loudly from downstairs:
"Son, go take a shower."
I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw that the bathroom window was still wide open. My mother had obviously let me see on purpose. Would she also come to peek at me while I was showering? Standing in front of the dressing mirror, just as I predicted, I saw my mother standing on the stairs peeking through the mirror. I smiled broadly and took off my underwear as I took off my clothes. My thick, hard penis, which had been pressed inside my underwear, flew out like a spring and hit my lower abdomen. My penis was already standing as strong as a rock in front of my mother. My penis was big, thick, and long. The glans was like a child's fist, with bulging veins. A line of clear liquid flew through the air from the tip. My testicles, which were quite impressive for my age, swayed and hung there.
I wrapped my hands around his huge cock and gently rubbed it. Then I slowly turned around to face my mother at the window and continued to rub his cock, deliberately letting her see the swollen penis clearly. I used both hands to stroke it, as if to tell her that I knew she was peeping.
My mother was completely mesmerized by my thick, hard penis. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she stared at it, forgetting to look away. The astonishing size of my penis truly surprised her. She couldn't believe how much my penis had changed in just a few years. The long, enormous penis hung between her muscular legs, throbbing and writhing like a huge, wicked python. A little bit of aroused semen had already seeped from the tip of the gleaming shaft. My penis danced gently in front of her eyes, like a venomous snake slithering at its prey, eyeing the mother who gave birth to it. My mother could no longer take her gaze away from that seemingly most ferocious weapon. Her face suddenly turned bright red, almost as if it were about to burst into tears, and she leaned on the stairs as if she were about to faint.
I realized that as my mother stared, I changed positions, showing her the enormous, lustful penis from various angles, and she let out exaggerated sounds of pleasure.
I began to rub my penis up and down quickly and forcefully, the foreskin retracting back and forth, the glans appearing and disappearing repeatedly. My engorged penis grew even larger, and the sound of my hand slid down against my abdomen, hitting my mother's muscles, reached her ears. This further aroused her, making her even more flustered. The visual stimulation combined with the emotional impact stirred her lust to a raging climax, causing her tightly hidden desires to burst forth. Her whole body was burning with unbearable heat, as if hypnotized. She stood there blankly, greedily watching me slowly stroke my thick, large penis, her legs rubbing against each other. Soon, she no longer had the strength to stand. She grabbed the stair railing, leaning over it, her body twisting and turning, her genitals rubbing against the railing through her skirt.
I glanced at the laundry basket beside me, where my mother's freshly washed clothes were piled up. On top was her sexy, flesh-colored thong, still warm from her body, with traces of brownish-yellow discharge shaped like her vulva—leaves from her earlier masturbation. My curiosity piqued, I wanted to smell what a woman's genitals smelled like, so I picked up the thong and brought it close to my nose. The thong smelled sweet and sour from her vaginal discharge, mixed with the pungent odor of urine and sweat. I found the scent of that stimulating woman's genitals incredibly appealing. Involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue and licked the discharge from the thong, practically shoving the entire inside into my mouth, simply because I couldn't bear to leave that smell behind.
My mother, while frequently glancing at my penis out of the corner of her eye, focused intently on rubbing her vulva against the stair railing. Her movements became increasingly vigorous, her skirt riding up, revealing half of her buttocks.
My penis was already swollen to its limit. I licked my mother's panties, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her vaginal fluids, while simultaneously stroking my penis.
I kissed the strong, fresh fragrance of my mother's mature woman's secretions mixed with urine. I was intoxicated by her scent. I pulled her panties over my penis, the pink fabric pressing tightly against the head. I slowly soothed my throbbing shaft. My erect penis, throbbing violently, leaked fluid from its tip due to intense excitement, quickly soaking her panties. I imagined my mother's beautiful expression as she gazed at my penis. Finally, I ejaculated, much more than usual, and it landed on my mother's panties. After ejaculating
, I looked up and couldn't see my mother on the stairs. I hadn't even noticed when she left. I tossed her panties aside, planning to clean them after my shower, and began my bath with a feeling of relief.
After showering, I came out of the bathroom, and my mother followed me in to wash clothes. I then remembered that I hadn't cleaned her underwear, which was stained with my semen. I was so nervous; I was afraid she'd find out I'd dirtied her underwear. I immediately ran up the stairs and, through the window, saw my mother pick up the underwear with my semen on it. She instinctively held it to her nose and smelled it, then scooped up a drop of semen with her finger. The clear liquid moistened her finger, and she put it in her mouth to taste it. It was indeed the taste of my young semen.
I knew my mother could recognize the smell of semen. Just as I was about to retreat to my room, feeling helpless, I saw a slight smile appear on my mother's lips, tinged with a blush.
The strong scent of my youthful semen was an irresistible temptation for a mature woman who had been a widow for several years. My mother lowered her head, slowly opened her mouth, and lasciviously stuck out her bright red tongue to lick the semen off my panties. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the semen stuck to her panties, then scraped off the semen she couldn't reach with her fingers and put it in her mouth. With a satisfied expression, she swallowed the semen in her mouth with a gulp, as if not wanting to miss a single drop. She carefully licked every part of her panties for a final inspection, swallowing all the semen completely. Then she smacked her lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked around her full, bright red lips, rolling up all the milky white semen that remained around her lips into her mouth.
From then on, I couldn't help but pay attention to my mother's every move. I noticed that she suddenly started to care about her appearance. She often wore faded jeans with a loose top over them, sometimes a tight-fitting short t-shirt, as if showing off her dazzlingly beautiful thighs, her prominent, full, and alluring breasts, and her curvaceous body.
At night, my mother often walked around the room in a transparent and revealing nightgown. Several times, when I went to the bathroom or to get a drink of water in the middle of the night, I would run into my mother on the way. She was wearing a very narrow short slip (of course, transparent), which only covered her armpits, barely covering her firm and full breasts, and extending down to just below the crotch of her thighs, barely covering her slightly protruding vulva. But when she walked, the skirt would sway, and I could clearly see the ripples of her plump breasts and her tiny panties. Through the two layers of thin fabric, I could see the black, curly forest between my mother's legs, with thick black pubic hair peeking out from under her. It was so beautiful.
During the day, when my mother was home, she would wear a loose t-shirt that reached her knees. She had also developed a habit of bending over, which made her full breasts appear and disappear. Looking through the loose neckline, I could see that my mother was never wearing a bra. Her pair of large, white, and tender breasts, so delicate they seemed ready to burst, swayed gently. I could even see the areolas peeking through, a dark reddish-brown. The nipples, erect like grapes, were incredibly alluring. Between her breasts was a charming, lovely cleavage—so captivating! Although I couldn't truly feel pleasure, it was still a feast for the eyes.
I began to wonder if my mother had "that kind of" interest in me, if she was trying to seduce me. But I was only fifteen, while my mother was a mature thirty-eight-year-old woman, so much older than me and my own mother. Could I be imagining things, misunderstanding her intentions? Perhaps she was just concerned for her child, out of natural maternal love?
After all, she was my mother; how could a son touch his own mother? The textbooks clearly state that incest is wrong, that it is "incest," and that "incest" has serious consequences. There should be no doubt about that. These terrible and chaotic thoughts strongly troubled me.
My mother is a middle-aged woman who is almost forty, but she looks like a woman in her thirties. She has a mature beauty that is more alluring and captivating than that of a typical young girl. According to a senior who frequents brothels, the best women to sleep with are those in their thirties or forties. These women are the most energetic and seductive. Twenty-year-old girls are good to look at but not good to touch, like unripe fruit.
My mother's beautiful, mature body became the ideal object of my fantasies. At night, I would lie in bed and select images of mature women like my mother having sex from pornographic books. I would imagine my mother's mature body on the women in the pictures and masturbate like this. Sometimes I would take a pair of panties stained with my mother's vaginal secretions or pubic hair, smell them, or put them on myself, or slip them over my erect penis and enjoy the pleasure of masturbation in my fantasies.
However, I have never had sex with a woman. I am full of curiosity and desire for women, especially mature women. Their bodies give me a more real intimacy than masturbation. Older women understand what sex is better.
About a week passed like this. My mother and I would secretly watch each other shower and masturbate. After masturbating, my mother would deliberately turn her underwear inside out, placing the side with the discharge on top of her clothes. The discharge also seemed darker and more abundant than before.
From that day on, I became bolder, picking up my mother's underwear to masturbate, and intentionally ejaculating on it. After ejaculating, I would also deliberately turn the side with my semen on top, as a way of repaying my mother for the discharge she had left me.
Although, on a spiritual level, we had transcended the mother-son relationship, we had not actually had a physical relationship. In this way, we, mother and son, enjoyed a week of spiritual incest.
Today is my sixteenth birthday, and my mother told me she would give me a surprise birthday present, but I still can't imagine what it will be.
Usually, my mother would shower first, but tonight after dinner, she told me to shower first. I went to the bathroom and slowly rinsed off, deliberately leaving the window open. I noticed she wasn't peeking at me from the stairs. After I finished showering, she went into the bathroom. I immediately ran up the stairs to peek, but the bathroom window was tightly closed. I had to go back to the living room and sit on the sofa to watch TV.
My mother took a long time to come out. When I saw her, my heart started racing, and my mind went blank. She was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown, still damp from her shower. The nightgown clung to her sexy, alluring body, and the transparency couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. I could clearly see her beautiful curves. The top two buttons were undone, revealing her prominent breasts, which were very eye-catching. Upon closer inspection, I could see she wasn't wearing panties or a bra underneath. Below, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, practically naked. I could clearly see her nipples, like they were being teased, pressed tightly against the soft nightgown. Her high breasts rose and fell rapidly with a sensual rhythm beneath the gossamer fabric. Below, her mons pubis, bulging like a fleshy eel's head, resembled a towering mountain range, imposing and menacing, as if defiantly challenging any large creature. Thick, black pubic hair was clearly visible, its bared pubic hair seemingly about to burst through the nightgown.
My mother gave me a seductive smile, then swayed her hips as she walked past me. Her large buttocks swayed dramatically, her alluring thighs and buttocks trembling slowly like flowing water, exuding a sensual allure.
My mother sat gracefully on the sofa next to me, saying charmingly,
"Today is your sixteenth birthday. Happy birthday! Mom has two birthday presents for you today. The first is this." She then handed me a videotape, saying sweetly,
"Son, happy birthday! Come, let's watch it together." I glanced at the videotape; it was covered in incomprehensible Japanese writing. The only clear thing was the title: "Mother and Son's Affection." Puzzled, I put the tape into the VCR and pressed the remote to start playing.
On the screen appeared a family of three having dinner. From their conversation, I learned that the father was leaving for a month-long business trip after dinner. The woman was a middle-aged woman around forty years old, plump and fairly attractive. Their son was a thin boy, even younger than me. After the family finished eating, the father hurriedly left with his luggage, the son took a towel to take a shower, and the mother cleaned the table.
I didn't think this was anything special. Watching this was less interesting than watching my mother in her semi-transparent nightgown. I impatiently said,
"Mom, what's so interesting about this?"
My mother smiled and said, "Can you be a little more patient? The rest is very exciting; I guarantee you'll want to watch more." I patiently watched on. After the mother finished tidying up the dining table, she went back to her room. Passing by the bathroom, she noticed the door wasn't closed properly, so she peeked out. She saw the little boy playing the son, naked, taking a shower and masturbating. The boy's penis was small, light-colored, and not yet fully developed; he was probably just starting to get an erection, and his pubic hair hadn't even grown yet.
I was shocked. Good heavens, my mother had asked me to watch porn, and it was even depicting incest between mother and son! Having never seen porn before, my mouth gaped open in astonishment as I stared intently at the screen.
At this moment, the mother, while secretly watching her son masturbate, unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse, slipped her slender hand inside, and caressed her large breasts through her bra. Her left hand slid under her skirt, reaching past her panties to caress the clitoris overflowing with thick, honey-like fluid, playing with the unusually hard clitoris. She gritted her teeth to suppress a whimper, while simultaneously arching her hips, her fingers continuing to vigorously torment the erect clitoris, working intensely within the hot, itchy opening. The twisted pleasure on her face was exactly the same as my mother's when she masturbated.
Finally, the mother couldn't resist any longer and ran back to her room, not even closing the door properly, and began to undress. This middle-aged woman, no less attractive than my mother, had thick, dark pubic hair, and her mature, full breasts and buttocks exuded the sensuality of a mature woman.
After undressing, the middle-aged woman lay naked on the bed, one hand caressing her vulva, the other stroking her large breasts, which bounced rhythmically, while she moaned softly.
The screen's focus was on the woman's genitals, glistening with vaginal fluid. She inserted her index and middle fingers deep into her opening, digging forcefully, while her thumb pressed against her erect clitoris, rotating it. Her beautiful, snow-white fingers caressed the raised, flower-like bud, then, as if tearing it open, she parted her dark red, fluid-covered labia minora. Her slender fingers danced across her vulva, each friction producing a lewd sound.
The camera then pans to the slightly ajar door, revealing the son, who has just finished showering, standing in the doorway, peeping at his middle-aged mother masturbating while simultaneously stroking his penis. The son then gently pushes open the door, crawls on the floor like a dog, and reaches the foot of the bed. The middle-aged mother is rubbing her large breasts with both hands, her legs wide open, her genitals still dripping with vaginal fluid. The boy crawls between her legs, stands up, and presses himself against her, embracing her with both hands. His still-foreskinned penis is positioned precisely at the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of his hips, "plop," his penis is fully inserted into her vagina.
The middle-aged mother screamed in fright at her teenage son's sudden action, her body arching back as she stared wide-eyed at him, exclaiming,
"Oh my god, what are you doing? Stop! No! You can't do this! This is incest!" Hearing the word "incest," the boy became even more excited, thrusting wildly into his mother's overflowing, wet vagina, making "plop! plop!" sounds as he pumped.
The middle-aged mother kept crying out, "No! No! You can't!" but her body defiantly swayed violently with her son's teasing, her exquisite vulva being relentlessly penetrated by the boy.
The frenzied thrusting ignited the long-dormant desires hidden deep within the middle-aged mother's virile vagina. At the height of her life, the mother completely broke down; her lustful desires quickly consumed her. How could her long-neglected vagina withstand the wild thrusting of that real, hard penis? Gradually, the mother's previously furrowed brows relaxed, replaced by a flushed face. Her vulva overflowed with lustful fluids. Her arms and legs tightly gripped her young son, her plump buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with his thrusts. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes half-open, panting softly, her cries of ecstasy like a wild beast.
During the son's rape of the mother, the lustful mother finally let down her guard, not only actively cooperating with her son's thrusts but also constantly changing positions and teaching him sexual techniques. They fought fiercely on the bed, abandoning all moral boundaries and worldly conventions, seeking only the satisfaction of their carnal desires.
Finally, the young boy shuddered, yelled, and quickly pulled his penis out of his middle-aged mother's vagina. He then grabbed his own penis, aimed it at her face, and "plop plop plop," his semen gushed out like a wild horse. The middle-aged mother opened her mouth wide to receive the boy's semen, which kept spraying out. She kept opening her mouth to receive the semen, but her mouth couldn't hold it all. A large amount of semen flowed down her chin and onto her breasts. The boy sprayed his semen all over the middle-aged mother's head and face, and her hair and breasts were covered in a thick, white paste.
The middle-aged mother, seemingly unconcerned, tilted her head back and swallowed the semen in her mouth with a gulp. She then cupped her breasts, which were also covered in semen, in her hands, bringing them close to her face. Lowering her head, she slowly opened her mouth and extended her bright red tongue to lick her breasts, scooping up mouthfuls of semen and swallowing them. She then scraped off any remaining semen with her fingers and put it in her mouth. With a satisfied expression, she licked the still-erect, hard penis, which was wet and still had some semen on the glans. The middle-aged mother lovingly licked it clean, not wanting to miss a single drop, carefully licking every inch for a final check. She swallowed all the semen, then smacked her lips and licked her full, bright red lips, scooping up any remaining milky-white semen around them. With a seductive smile, she looked at the camera and said:
"I am a mother who was raped by her own son. So this is what incest with your own son feels like. From now on, I will rape my own son every day. All mothers in the world, hurry up and take action, rape your own sons!" As she spoke, the middle-aged mother pounced on her own son like a bitch in heat. The movie finally ended. I breathed a sigh of relief, my penis was hard and erect in my pants. I turned to look at my mother. Her face was flushed red, as if it was about to burst with water. Her chest was heaving. Her hands were clenched into fists. Her legs were unconsciously clamped together and rubbing up and down. I could tell that she was also very excited!
At this moment, my mother noticed the change in my pants. She reached out and squeezed my hard penis in my pajama pants. My penis felt extremely comfortable when my mother squeezed it. I was so excited that I forgot that the woman in front of me was my own mother. I couldn't help but arch my buttocks and rub my penis against my mother's palm.
My mother just stared blankly at my penis, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid. After a while, she released her grip, letting me sit close to her on the sofa. She looked at me with a seductive smile and asked,
"Hi! Son, do you like Mom's first gift?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Aren't we a lot like them, mother and son? We're both peeping at each other while showering, and even masturbating over there." "Mom, so you knew." Although I knew my mother had deliberately let me watch, hearing her say it for the first time still shocked me.
"Silly child, of course Mom knows."
"Mom, this is the first gift, so what's the second gift?" "My darling, Mom has watched you grow from a little child to this age. Recently, Mom realized you're already sixteen. Male hormones have made you an adult. If your father were still here, he would definitely tell you some things that boys should know when they grow up, such as how to make love with women. Mom just showed you through a video, but without actually making love, you're not a real man. Tonight, Mom wanted to find a woman to make love with to celebrate your sixteenth birthday, but I couldn't find a suitable one. I thought about finding a prostitute, but I was afraid it wouldn't be hygienic. So, Mom has a crazy idea, an idea that even I, with all my courage, never thought of before." My mother smiled kindly at me.
"After thinking about it for a while, Mom started looking up some information in books. From different cultural customs throughout history, Mom realized that Mom's idea wasn't so unusual after all. Mom discovered that the gift I want to give you is also the gift that many mothers give to their sons, except that this kind of gift cannot be given in public." My mother paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"Mom has decided to give you a gift that shows how deep my love for you is. I want to give my good son something that money can't buy, a gift that no woman can give you. The birthday gift Mom wants to give you is Mom's own body." My mother said this dramatically, stood up, and untied the belt of her nightgown in front of me, letting it slide to the ground. Instantly, my familiar snow-white, full female naked body appeared before me, exuding a mature woman's charm. After a week of mutual spying with my mother, even with my eyes closed, I could still clearly know the shape and color of my mother's body. But this was the first time I had seen my mother's naked body so closely. I couldn't help but widen my eyes and stare at my naked, beautiful mother in front of me. My burning gaze went from head to toe, and then from toe back up, finally fixing on the tuft of dark pubic hair on my mother's mound of Venus. I couldn't take my eyes off my mother's honey pot for even an inch.
"Son, do I look good in my body?" My mother smiled, touching her dark pubic hair with her snow-white hand.
"Oh my god, Mom, you..." My consciousness began to blur; I didn't know what would happen next.
My mother stood naked in front of me, her hand gently stroking the beautiful, slightly swollen area of her genitals. She would occasionally thrust her hips forward, as if making love, shamelessly opening and closing her thighs, making various lewd movements to tease me, laughing obscenely.
My mother continued doing something that surprised me. She spread her legs wide and pulled her mons pubis upwards. Her vulva was already quite far forward, and with that pull, it was almost completely exposed, revealing a pink fleshy opening. My mother straightened her lower body and brought her entire vulva close to my face so I could see it more clearly. My face was directly in front of my mother's vulva. Her two dark red, thick labia majora were closed, and a thin, long slit in the middle was clearly visible. My mother's labia majora were quite large, and her vulva was very large. The opening was so tight that clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripped from her plump vulva, making my eyes almost pop out. The stimulation made my penis erect, pressing against my pajama pants.
"See this? This is Mom's little hole. You were born from this little hole. Tonight, Mom has decided to offer this fleshy hole for you to fuck, to make love to you personally, to do the most sacred thing between men and women together. This is Mom's birthday gift to you. Mom knows you have grown up, and are fully mature enough to accept this special gift. Mom hopes to guide you from childhood to adulthood. Mom wants to watch her own son become a real man on her body." "Mom, you mean making love with me? But isn't that a little inappropriate?" I said in a weak voice.
"Mom knows it's wrong, and it might lead to jail time, but do you know? There is no love in the world stronger than a mother's love for her child. Mom will not do anything to destroy this love between us. Mom hopes that even if we make love, you will continue to treat me as your mother. Do you understand?" My mother said, holding my hand.
"Mom, isn't it incest for a son to have sex with his own mother?" "What's wrong with incest? There are countless incestuous relationships in the world. During the day, everyone's a respectable gentleman, but at night, when the man's penis is hard and the woman's vagina is itchy, they don't care if you're biological mother and son or biological father and daughter, they don't care if it's incestuous or not, they just want to have their fun first. According to Freud's theory, all boys have an Oedipus complex. Tell me, have you ever fantasized about having sex with your mother?" "Yes." "That's it. When boys grow up, their penises get hard, and they want to have sex with women, and the woman beside them is either their own mother or their biological mother." Living together as sisters, it's inevitable that a boy will sometimes see his mother's or sister's breasts, or even their vaginas. Therefore, the first woman a boy might want to have sex with is either his own mother or his own sister. At this time, the mother is in her prime, at the most mature and attractive stage of her life, making her most appealing to young men. If she doesn't have a husband, the mother will love her son the most and will definitely sleep with him. The mother and son will cuddle together at night, the son's penis touching the mother's vagina, the mother's vagina will itch, the son's penis will harden, and sooner or later he will penetrate the mother's vagina. "Besides, mothers love their sons the most. If a son wants to penetrate his mother's vagina, the mother will definitely give in unconditionally. Therefore, incest between mother and son is the most common and widespread. It is said that 40% of families in the United States have had incestuous relationships, and mother-son incest is the most common and widespread. It's just that everyone does this kind of incest behind closed doors, without outsiders knowing." "But why do people say that mothers and sons cannot have incestuous relationships?" "The moral concept of not being able to have incestuous relationships was only created by people in the past to avoid family disputes. Because if a son has incestuous relationships with his mother, then the son will be punished." A father's jealousy, coupled with his reluctance to share his wife with his son, can lead to family discord. If society were like this, chaos would ensue. This is why incest is prohibited. Furthermore, in the past, to prevent the inheritance of harmful genetic traits, close relatives were forbidden from having sex. Sons couldn't have sex with their mothers because of the risk of birth defects. However, in modern society, sex isn't for procreation. Although we are legally and blood-related as mother and son, as long as we don't have children, it's just physical contact, like holding hands—what's the big deal? "Incest doesn't actually bother us, mother and son, because it's just the two of us in our family. There's no father vying with you for my place, so there won't be any family discord. We can have our incestuous relationship behind closed doors, as long as we don't tell anyone. It's a secret between us. Incest not only satisfies our sexual desires but also strengthens our bond. Isn't that a win-win situation?" "But in traditional thinking, incest is condemned." "I don't think incest is immoral. In family relationships, the relationship between parents and children is more important than..." It's close to everyone; blood ties make them rely on each other, and it's natural for them to have feelings for each other. Developing a sexual relationship is not impossible. Did you know that in the past, many border peoples had the custom of the eldest son succeeding the father after his death and marrying his mother? In ancient China, many emperors even made their mothers, aunts, sisters, and other female relatives their concubines. "That's true, but you're my mother." "Because she's your mother, you should have sex with her even more! You know, experienced men like to have sex with middle-aged women like Mom. Outside..." Those women, though young and beautiful, are like unripe apples, unripe and unresponsive, not knowing how to thrust their hips forward. Middle-aged women like Mom, with years of sexual experience, know how to thrust their hips forward, their vaginas are luscious, juicy, slippery, and warm, sucking and licking like a sweet peach! Besides, there's only one vagina in the world, and Mom's cunt is incomparable to any other woman's. The liberation that a son experiences when fucking his own mother is beyond morality, a pleasure most people can't understand. Think about it, the little cunt your penis is fucking is the one that gave birth to you... "Your own mother's little pussy, that incestuous, lewd pleasure is incomparable to any other woman's vagina. And people often say a mother and son are connected at heart; when a mother and son make love, their hearts are in sync, more in sync than with anyone else." My mother, having lost all rational control and completely surrendered to the abyss of lust, was like a leopard unleashed by its wild instincts. Her face flushed, she knelt at my feet, pulled down my underwear, and dragged it off my legs. I was at her mercy, while my penis, already fully erect, stood proudly high, swaying up and down, its huge glans bulging, gleaming with a dark purplish-red light.
My mother's alluring eyes stared intently at my large penis, a look of surprise on her face. She grasped my large shaft with both hands; it was hot and hard to the touch. Looking at me lewdly, she said:
"Heh, you little brat, still pretending? Look how big your dick has gotten! Wow, it's amazing, such a big dick! Look, Mom can't even hold it in one hand! Mom has never seen such a big dick before. I never imagined your dick was so big and wonderful, so hard and hot! I wonder what it feels like to have it inside Mom's pussy, son. Your dick is so hard it's almost endearing. Don't worry! Mom will gently caress it, it will definitely make you feel incredibly comfortable." The mother was completely lost in lust, she gently caressed my pure and lovely big dick with her snow-white fingers. My mother eagerly opened her beautiful cherry-like mouth, her lovely lips fully engulfing the large, moist, red glans, slowly sucking on it. Her right hand gripped the testicles below, stroking and kneading them incessantly. Using both hands and mouth, she released the glans from her mouth, her tongue teasing the urethral opening, then gently biting it with her teeth. Her left hand vigorously stroked my penis up and down, causing a few drops of white fluid to flow from the urethral opening, making it even thicker.
I quickly stopped her, saying, "Mom, don't do this! We're mother and son, we can't commit incest!" My mother gazed at me with alluring, spring-like eyes, leaning against me naked, her lewdness fully exposed, and said in a soft, seductive voice:
"Mom doesn't care. Today, Mom is naked, her little hole sticking out, begging you like a dog. If you refuse Mom, how can Mom live with herself? Besides, a few days ago you peeked at Mom while she was bathing and masturbated in front of her. Mom has been a widow for many years, and now she's in her prime, starved for so long. How can she withstand your stimulation? You've ignited the long-dormant desires hidden deep within Mom's flesh. You have to take responsibility. Mom's little hole is so itchy and empty right now. Look, the lustful fluid inside Mom's little hole is flowing out like a tap, running down her legs. Incest or not, Mom doesn't care anymore. Mom wants to be fucked. Mom's little hole needs a man's cock. Mom's little cunt is so itchy! Quickly stop the itch for Mom. Mom wants to be fucked to her heart's content. If you don't fuck me, Mom will go outside and find any man to fuck. Do you want Mom to go find other men? Do you want Mom's little hole to be fucked by other men's cocks?" "Of course not." "Then..." Alright, let's keep the good stuff in the family. Stop thinking about it. It's just the two of us at home now, no outsiders. Whether we're committing incest or not, no one will know. Son, come on, let Mom's little hole serve you properly! If we can break free from the constraints of propriety, we can enjoy the pleasure of male-female sexual intercourse. Mom is a woman who can satisfy you. Although Mom is old, and my vagina has become a bit loose after giving birth to you, Mom is confident in the strength of her vaginal muscles. Mom will definitely satisfy you and make you feel incredibly comfortable. Do whatever you want to do to Mom. No matter what you say, Mom will do it. Don't worry, Mom will definitely be very horny, more horny than any woman you've ever seen. Mom's dear son." The mother climbed her bare thighs onto my thighs, rubbing her vulva directly against my thighs, and kissed my neck with her mouth, making demands as wantonly as a prostitute.
"No, Mom, don't do this, you can't do this!"
I tried to push my mother away, but my hands landed squarely on her breasts. Before this, I had never truly touched a woman's naked breasts, so my mother's breasts were the first I had ever touched. They felt so soft and elastic, but she was my own mother. I was startled and immediately pulled my hands away.
My mother grabbed my hands and pressed them against her breasts, her expression lewd. She said, "Listen to Mom, gently caress Mom's big breasts with your hands, hold them gently like you're stroking them." I had no choice but to hold my mother's breasts. They were large; even with both hands together, I could only barely hold one. They felt so soft and elastic. The feeling of my hands caressing my mother's warm, soft, round, and elastic breasts, like large winter melons, was indescribable—a feeling I had never experienced before in my life!
My mother sat between my legs, her back arched, her eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her, softly teasing me with lewd words:
"Yes! That's it! That's how you should gently caress a woman's breasts! So good, so comfortable!" My mother gently wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing my penis against her left breast, breathing rapidly, flirtatiously writhing her full, mature body. This didn't seem like a mother at all; it was a woman's seductive charm towards a man.
My mother forcefully twisted her elastic buttocks, thrusting her lower abdomen forward. My huge penis slid between my mother's thighs, gently rubbing against her soft pubic hair. The head of my penis touched something soft and warm. I knew my glans was now pressed against my mother's vulva.
"This is it, this is the entrance to Mom's vagina. Mom hopes to accommodate all of your man's weapon inside, child. You know very well that this is incest. Think about it, this is the dream of many men. You will have a mother who completely obeys you and satisfies you as your sex slave. Doesn't this incestuous love feel exciting? Isn't this what you've always wanted in your heart? Good child, hmm?" At this moment, the mother had completely abandoned the hypocritical self-esteem of humanity, and was as wanton as a little slut. When she thought about my thick and hard penis about to be inserted into her flesh hole, her hot flower hole contracted violently.
"Mom, I'm your own son. We'll be punished by heaven for this. We can't do this! It's not too late to regret it now." "Son, how could I regret it after all this? Come on! My dear son, let me be your woman, let me fulfill your duties as a wife. If you don't sleep with me, I'll rape you. If you say no now, once it's inside you, you'll feel so good you won't want to pull out, so good you'll want to be inside my pussy every day until you're satisfied. Come on, have pity on me, I can't take it anymore. Use your big cock to relieve my itch, so I can have your hard, big..." "I'd rather die than not have your cock fuck my pussy. Being able to enjoy my beloved son's hard cock every day is the greatest happiness of my life!" my mother screamed wildly, one hand reaching between her legs, using her fingers to separate her labia, revealing her pink vulva. Her other hand grasped my penis, guiding it to her honeypot. My huge cock immediately pressed against my mother's wet vulva. I could clearly feel my hard, burning glans pressing against my mother's alluring, fluid-filled opening. With just one movement from either of us, it would slide in completely. This situation made me gasp, panting with excitement!
"Oh, Mom, no!" When the glans touched my mother's soft, hot labia, the sensation of her skin made me groan. I felt dizzy, because I was about to enter a brand new world, a new beginning in my life. I knew I was about to become a real man, and this coming-of-age ceremony would be presided over by my mother.
My mother's body became so hot, and her vaginal opening became so wet, slippery, and hot, constantly contracting, and a little milky white, sticky, slippery fluid was flowing out.
"Your cock is so big, Mom might die this time. Mom will cry from the pain, but Mom isn't afraid. Fuck Mom as much as you want until Mom can't cum anymore." My mother slowly sat down, and because her vagina was very wet, I barely noticed. With a "whoosh," my enormous, lewd, egg-sized glans, which had been pressed against the entrance of my mother's vagina, smoothly slid into her flesh.
Wow! Such a tight vagina! I never imagined that my mother, who is thirty-eight years old, would still have such a tight and small vulva. She doesn't look like a woman who has given birth at all. My mother's vaginal opening is relatively wide, but the inside of her vagina is not loose as I had imagined. Instead, it is so tight and small. A thick layer of warm and tender flesh on the vaginal wall tightly grips my large glans. It is hot inside. I feel that my huge glans is completely enveloped by my mother's warm and moist flesh. My mother's place is so slippery and hot, as if it is going to melt my glans. The soft, lustful flesh presses on my glans layer by layer, constantly secreting thick lubricating fluid. My glans is completely surrounded by a sea of fluid. I feel that my glans is being obstructed. My glans is being gripped tightly and it hurts a little, but it feels so comfortable.
My mother closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, furrowed her brows, and slightly opened her mouth, her breath coming in short gasps. She slowly lowered her hips, and with each movement, she gradually swallowed my penis inch by inch into her vagina. My thick, long penis pushed aside the vaginal walls, slowly engulfing my mother's vagina. It felt as if I was passing through a warm, slippery channel, quite narrow, wet, tight, and warm, very different from masturbation. My mother's soft, fleshy flesh tightly wrapped around my thick penis, and her two fleshy labia pressed lower and lower along my large, hard shaft. I felt wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.
My mother kept pressing her round buttocks down, trying her best to let my penis penetrate deeper into her hot, wet hole. Finally, my mother sat down hard. Because my mother's hole was already wide open and full of vaginal fluid, my penis, along with the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother's vagina, was easily buried in my mother's juicy and lovely hole. I broke through my mother's forbidden territory and completely disappeared into the vagina in which my mother gave birth to me 16 years ago. It went all the way in, and the extremely engorged glans was already pressing against my mother's cervix. My mother's warm vaginal walls tightly surrounded my penis. It felt slippery, warm, and so comfortable. The extremely engorged glans pressed against a piece of flesh and was tightly embedded in the cervix. My mother's cervix opened and closed, sucking on my big glans. It was extremely wonderful, and a feeling of pleasure spread throughout my body. I was so excited that I almost jumped up.
My mother let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling as her vagina contracted repeatedly. We, mother and son, clung tightly to each other, motionless, our lower bodies pressed together without any gap.
My mother's vagina was incredibly tight; if it weren't already very lubricated, penetration would have been extremely difficult. But this tightness gave me immense stimulation. My large penis rubbed intensely against my mother's tight walls, her vagina sucking at my glans like a suction cup, giving me an indescribably intense stimulation—a feeling of indescribable pleasure.
I finally penetrated! I finally possessed my mother's vagina. It was the first time I had inserted my penis into a woman's vagina, and it was my own mother's vagina! Although my mother was middle-aged, her vagina was still slippery and tight, with an unimaginable heat—something that could never be compared to a hand or fingers. It was like my penis was inserted into a tight, burning sac of flesh, giving me immense pleasure.
The first time I entered my mother's body, I was overwhelmed with emotions. The warm and tight feeling was an unforgettable pleasure. My mother and I finally broke the taboo of morality and committed incest. This sin would be indelible for the rest of my life. The house was quiet, and my mother stopped moving. Only our lower bodies were tightly connected. I felt the wonder
of this moment. My penis throbbed in the warm embrace of my mother's vagina. An indescribable feeling of warmth welled up in my heart. I slowly relaxed my tense nerves, and my body relaxed as I gradually got used to this strange and unfamiliar feeling. I moved my body slightly and felt my penis gently rub against the walls of my mother's vagina. A surge of excitement rushed to my head.
"It's all the way in, Mom! My cock is all the way inside your pussy!" "Yes, son, your thick cock is all the way inside Mom's pussy, so deep and so good, oh my god! Mom is going crazy! Your cock is filling Mom's pussy, Mom is making love with my own son, Mom is receiving your semen inside Mom's pussy, Mom is so excited, oh! Darling, Mom's darling son! Mom loves you so much!" The mother's long-dormant desires were completely liberated from the long-term constraints of thirst, and her soft moans and lewd words unleashed the lustful energy of a lonely woman.
"I'm having sex with you, Mom, oh, I'm defiling my own mother's vagina! God, we've finally committed incest." "That's right, we've finally committed incest. The big cock of my own son, who was born from my vagina more than ten years ago, is now rubbing against my vagina. Your big cock is inside my vagina now, isn't it very comfortable, very pleasurable, very satisfying? I'm not lying to you, am I?" "Mom, your little hole is so warm and tight, it feels so good on my cock, it's so wonderful, I love it so much. If I had known that fucking a hole felt this good, I should have fucked your little hole long ago." My mother gently stroked my face with her hand and smiled, saying, "Silly child, you weren't grown up before, your cock couldn't get hard, how could you fuck my little hole? From now on, we can have sex often, Mom's little..." "You're always welcome to come in and fuck me. Mmm, it's so good! My dear son, your big cock is amazing! It's so big and long. This is the first time I've ever tasted such a wonderful feeling. You're going in so deep, right to my clitoris. You've reached my cervix. You almost opened my cervix. It's so good and comfortable. I wonder how many women will be obsessed with you in the future. I'm so happy. I'm so happy!" After my big cock was inserted into my mother's vagina, it was full. The vaginal walls were squeezed and swollen, and the labia minora were squeezed as if they were about to be torn. My mother had never tasted this feeling before. It was more painful and more stimulating than when my father deflowered her. The desire that had been dormant in my mother's body was completely ignited by my big cock, and what surrounded her whole body was an indescribable pleasure and excitement.
I led my mother into a blissful state she had never experienced before. My large glans touched the very core of her womb, and an unprecedented wave of comfort and pleasure spread from her vulva throughout her entire body, as if she were floating on clouds. Pain, numbness, swelling, itching, sourness, and sweetness—a truly complex mix of sensations. My mother felt my large penis, like a red-hot iron rod, inserted into her vagina, fiery and hard, the angular glans filling her vagina completely. As my mother slowly adapted to my large penis, her plump buttocks rose and fell wildly, her face flushed with desire, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her voice soft and breathy, a wanton cry escaping her lips:
"Oh dear brother, you're hitting my pussy so hard, it feels so good! My dear son, oh, oh, your cock is hitting my clit again..." "Ah, Mom, I'm so happy! Your pussy feels so good! I'm so happy! I want to make you happy again, okay?" "Silly child, as long as you like it, my pussy will always be wrapped around you like this. I'll make you happy again, and I'll make you even more comfortable." I thrust hard into my mother's clit, while shaking my hips, making my glans drill into her clit like an electric drill. My mother shook her round hips, moaning.
My mother grabbed the sofa railing with both hands, her hips rising and falling, her pussy gripping my cock wildly. Her juices flowed more and more, she was charming and wanton, her fragrant sweat flowing endlessly, her lewd words never ceasing.
"Mmm, good son, mmm, touch Mom's breasts, touch them hard, so beautiful, mmm, rub them hard, mmm, Mom feels so good, so good." Below me, I placed my hands on my mother's breasts, rubbing them heavily with my palms and pinching her nipples with my fingers. My large penis moved in sync with her movements, thrusting up and down.
There were moans of pain and satisfaction. Dozens of thrusts of my penis hit her G-spot each time. The throbbing G-spot made my mother's G-spot tingle and numb. The pain from her labia being torn was relieved, replaced by an intoxicating, beautiful, and limp sensation. My mother's face was flushed with desire, and her vaginal fluids flowed out in waves. The sensation of my glans gently kissing her G-spot was so comfortable that she trembled. My mother, lost in passion, could only moan wildly, grabbing her large breasts with both hands and rubbing them vigorously. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, twisting her slender waist and plump buttocks, looking like she was in a state of boundless spring.
My mother cried out, squeezing her legs together and wildly thrusting her hips up and down. The movements were so intense that my penis slipped out of her several times, and she immediately shoved it back inside her vagina. My penis was covered in her vaginal fluids, glistening as she looked down at it. The glans, stained with her fluids, was completely exposed, bright red from the tightness and manipulation of her vaginal walls. It looked like a red pineapple, and her hairy genitals seemed like a mouth, chewing on my pineapple-like penis. She grabbed
my hand and pressed it against her breasts, gently stroking them, and even licked my fingers like a lollipop—a truly wanton and seductive sight. My mother knew her expression was lewd, but she couldn't control herself; she just wanted to reach orgasm immediately!
After kneading my mother's breasts for a while, I lowered my hands and propped myself up, assuming a sitting position facing each other. My mother hugged me tightly, her breasts rubbing against my chest.
"Mom, you're so horny, so wanton, oh, oh, Mom, turn your fat ass around, oh, turn it around, yes, that's so good." "Darling, forgive Mom, Mom feels so good being fucked by you, so good, Mom will always belong to you, oh, so beautiful, oh, ah." My mother bit my earlobe and whispered in my ear.
"Ugh... such a big cock, dear husband, Mom is so happy, oh, my flower is so hard, oh, so good, Mom is dying of pleasure." My mother moaned dreamily, tears streaming down her face, desperately twisting her waist and lifting her hips, making her vulva and big cock press even closer together. Waves of tingling and itching spread from her sensitive vulva and her flower nerves throughout her body, causing her to let out a soft cry:
"Mmm, son, my dear son, Mom is yours now. It's so great! The incestuous feeling is so exciting. Son, what do you think? How does it feel to fuck your dear mother's pussy? Isn't it beautiful?" "Mom, son, it feels so good! Fuck your dear mother's pussy! It's so wonderful! Mom, how does it feel to be fucked by your own son's cock in the place that gave birth to him?" "So beautiful! It's so wonderful and exciting! If I had known that being fucked by my own son's cock was this beautiful, I would have let you fuck my pussy long ago. Fuck me again! I've wasted more than ten years of my life! Husband, dear husband, Mom wants to marry you, okay? Mom wants you to fuck my pussy every day, okay?" "Mom, I don't want to! I don't want you to marry me! I don't want you to be my concubine! We will always be biological mother and son, mother and son incest, biological mother and son incest, son's cock fucking my little cunt, this feeling is too good! I don't want you to marry me!" "Give me, I want to be your son forever, not your husband." "Ah, yes, yes, Mom doesn't want to marry you, Mom doesn't want to call you husband, Mom wants to call you her dear son, good son, dear son's cock fucks Mom's pussy, we are mother and son incest, oh, so exciting, fuck me, son, Mom's baby son, Mom is fucked so comfortably by you, so exciting, Mom has gone crazy like this, become a shameless slutty woman, Mom is so lowly, Mom is not even as good as a prostitute, son, isn't Mom so slutty, moaning like a slut, son curses Mom." "Oh, I'll fuck you to death, you slutty mother, slut, prostitute, stinking bitch! You even dare to seduce your own son, see how I deal with you, you fat cunt, I'll fuck you to death, you slutty mother." I cursed my mother, aiming to make her more slutty and more pleasured.
My mother wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs tightly clamping my buttocks, wildly twisting her hips and moaning lewdly:
"Oh, good son, well done! Mom is a stinking slut! Mom is a slutty whore! A whore who only gets fucked by her own son, Mom just likes to commit adultery and incest with her own son, Mom's little fat hole loves to be fucked by her son's big cock, oh Mom is so lewd, it feels so good, baby, your cock is so big, so big, fucking Mom so good, fucking Mom's flower heart is about to open, um, so beautiful, little darling, don't be polite to Mom's little fat hole, fuck it harder, fuck it, fuck it, little slutty hole, curse Mom, keep cursing Mom, curse Mom with the most filthy and lewd words in the world!" My mother hugged my body tightly, her whole body trembling, going crazy from my strong thrusts, panting constantly, constantly thrusting her lower body to meet my movements, seeking greater pleasure.
"Slut, is it good? Is it good to be fucked by me? Is it good? If it's good, scream it out." It was really good to call his own mother a slut.
"Ah, so good! Mom feels so good being fucked by you! Ah, so good! Ah, so good! My good son, you're fucking me so hard! Mom is your biological mother, you are my biological son. We are mother and son committing adultery. Mom is having incest with her own son. Oh, it's so exciting! Mom loves incest! You are my biological son, my dear brother!" My mother was being incredibly lewd, having incest with her own son. She even disregarded seniority and called me "my dear brother." I echoed her,
"Well said, that's exciting. I am your dear brother, your dear brother fucking your dear sister. Try to say some lewd things, and call me that again." "Okay, I'll call you dear brother. You are the younger brother who raped your sister. You don't need to be polite to your sister's little fat hole. Fuck it hard, fuck your sister's cunt until it's ripped apart, fuck your sister's little cunt until it's rotten." My mother's voice sounded like she was crying.
"Dear sister, you're so slutty, your little brother loves to fuck your cunt." "Dear daddy, I'm your daughter, big dick daddy, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, my cunt is so itchy, I'm a little slut, I love to let my daddy fuck me, fuck me hard, make my belly bigger." "Dear daughter, your cunt is so tender, daddy has never fucked such a tender cunt before, mmm." I hugged my mother's body tightly and thrust violently. "Dear
grandpa, I'm glad you like your granddaughter's cunt, granddaughter will be fucked to death by you, granddaughter can't take it, you fuck me like this, mmm, grandpa, your dick is so thick and long, granddaughter's cunt feels so good, so good, mmm, grandpa, you're so beautiful, granddaughter is dying of pleasure." My mother's snow-white buttocks began to sway back and forth, and after my crazy thrusting, my mother also frantically matched my rhythm.
"My dear granddaughter, your little cunt is so beautiful, so soft and smooth, it feels so good to grip Grandpa's cock. It feels so good to fuck you. Grandpa is going to fuck you to death, Grandpa is going to fuck your little slutty cunt hard!" My big glans thrusting into my mother's flower core, my big cock pounding hard inside her cunt, all of this made my mother very happy. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, she kept twisting from side to side, panting, her hands tightly gripping the bed railing, her legs clamped together, her buttocks rising and falling, that kind of wanton and seductive state that made me lustful and my soul fly to the heavens. And I opened my mouth wide, enjoying my mother's cunt. The pleasure my mother brought me increased, and her clitoris, overwhelmed with excitement, bulged out, pounding against my pubic bone. With each impact, she trembled. As the rhythm quickened, the trembling became continuous, assaulting her brain and making her shudder. All I could see was my mother's contorted expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she cried out. "Faster, harder,"
she murmured. She pulled me close and kissed me passionately, her tongue swirling around me. She eagerly sucked my saliva, imagining it was the liquid gushing from my glans.
My mother's pussy was getting better and better under the continuous attack of my big cock, and her clitoris was being rubbed and rubbed by the big glans, and she was also getting a tingling and pleasurable sensation, with her juices flowing out of her vagina and down her buttocks, wetting my pubic hair. My mother cried out in a wanton and lewd voice:
"Oh, good son, big cock brother, my little slutty pussy is going to die of pleasure. Oh, this is fucking so well. My little devil, I'm going to die under your big cock today. Oh, so good, big cock son, darling, fuck my little slutty pussy to death. Please, please fuck my big cock hard, my dear son. I'm coming, I'm coming soon." My mother's legs clamped me tighter, making her pussy tightly wrap around my cock. She cried out again and again, her waist swaying constantly. She was close to the edge of madness because of her desire. Her breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.
"Quick, Mom's coming soon! Fuck Mom's pussy hard! Fuck Mom with the strength you used to have when you were breastfeeding! Mom can't take it anymore! Mom's going to cum! Hurry up and thrust into Mom's pussy! Mom's going to cum for her son! Come out with Mom!" My mother's wet pussy was nearing orgasm from the thrusting of my big cock, demanding more forceful thrusts.
I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts. Soon, my mother screamed, her pussy began to contract violently, tightly sucking on my cock.
Suddenly, I heard my mother's rapid breathing, which became more and more rapid. Her body began to tremble violently. Then, after a brief pause, she took a deep breath, hugged me tightly, her full breasts rubbing against my chest, her lower body thrusting wildly. The depths of her vagina began to vibrate violently, the muscles of her vaginal walls tightly sucking on my thick cock, so tightly that I couldn't move an inch, and could only let my mother shake wildly on top of me.
"Oh God, what does this feel like? It feels so good, Mom is going to die, my good son, my dear son, push harder, push harder, push so hard, push so hard, Mom feels so good, Mom is going to die, Mom is going to be fucked to death by my bad son, it's too stimulating, Mom can't take it anymore, Mom is going to cum, good son, dear husband, shoot it out, shoot it into Mom's little hole, shoot your semen out, give it to your slutty mother, come out with Mom!" The mother hugged my body tightly, her lower body thrusting, hoping my penis could enter deeper, while she forcefully contracted her tight little hole, her vagina overflowing with fluids, her vagina began to spasm, the hot, wet flesh tightly sucking my swollen penis, the vaginal walls writhing violently, contracting and contracting again, rhythmically squeezing my penis, forcing it to quickly release the accumulated energy.
"Mom, I'm going to cum too! I'm going to shoot my semen inside your pussy! I'm going to shoot it inside your hot little hole! Mom, my good mom, my dear mom!" I was also on the verge of exploding, so I touched the point where my mother's penis and my vagina were joined, and played with my mother's clitoris with my fingers, my hand covered with the semen of both of us. I put my
fingers into my mother's mouth, and my mother excitedly sucked on the semen on my fingers. "Ugh," my mother made a nasal sound of pleasure with my fingers in her mouth.
"Ah, Mom, I'm coming!" I could hardly hold on anymore and was about to make my final sprint.
My big penis thrust in and out hard, and my mother's big buttocks shook and twisted wildly. Our lower bodies were stuck together tightly, perfectly coordinated, making us both feel extremely comfortable. My mother screamed until the tendons in her neck stood up, and her big breasts swayed from side to side with her twisting and shaking on her chest. I heard her spit out her fingers and scream hoarsely:
My mother spat out her fingers and screamed:
"My dear son, my cunt is open for you. Shoot your semen into my chubby little hole, let me have your thick semen, let your dear mother get pregnant, let me give my own son a big fat boy. Oh yes, I like it, my dear son, shoot your semen into my chubby little hole, shoot it into me, my dear son, shoot your semen into my vagina, shoot hard! Ah, dear son, why haven't you ejaculated yet? I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die again. Please, my good son, my chubby little hole is about to be pounded to pieces by you. It's killing me, you're killing me, I feel so bad. Oh, okay, I'm done..." The mother felt her chubby little hole... My large penis head was throbbing. She was an experienced woman with over ten years of sex experience. Knowing I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly pressed her entire body down, holding me tightly and contracting her tight little hole. Her clitoris gripped my penis tightly, and a stream of hot, white semen gushed out from the shallow crevice, making me tremble violently. My penis also stiffened, shuddered a few times, and after a few weak thrusts, my back ached, and my heart itched. Suddenly, a large amount of hot semen gushed out, filling my mother's violated little hole. I groaned and roared as I thrust into my mother's juicy vulva.
"I came! Oh my god! Mom, can you feel it? I came inside your pussy! I came!" After a shout, I collapsed onto the sofa, pleasure rushing to my head. I thrust my hips hard against my mother's pussy, penetrating even deeper into her vagina. Then, my body trembled as I ejaculated repeatedly into her uterus. Wave after wave of semen gushed from the tip of my penis, all of it shooting deep into my mother's mature uterus. The thick, hot semen instantly filled my mother's contracting vagina, flooding her uterus. I could hear the squelching sound of me ejaculating inside her.
This was the first time I had ejaculated inside my mother's vagina. The feeling was completely different from masturbation. It was incredibly pleasurable, and I ejaculated a lot, so much so that my mother's fertile soil couldn't fully absorb it. Soon, the milky white, hot semen overflowed from my penis.
"Oh, Mom feels you've come, it's so hot! Shoot, shoot your semen into Mom's cunt." My mother was completely stunned by my hot semen. Her clitoris was scalded by the hot semen, and her body trembled involuntarily. A stream of heat suddenly shot out from her body, quickly merging with my semen. The extreme pleasure made her movements even more frenzied. She screamed, her hands tightly gripping me, her pink buttocks pressing down desperately, her two thighs tightly wrapped around my waist, and she moved her body in coordination, swallowing me with her almost spasming vulva, trying to imprison me in her cunt. At the same time, her vagina contracted and expanded, trying to absorb all the essence I released, not letting it go to waste.
"Ah! My dear son! This feels so good!"
The mother closed her eyes tightly, pressing her buttocks down as much as possible to respond to me and receive my ejaculation. She twisted with the rhythm of my ejaculation, receiving the last strong attack. The mother's deep vagina kept flowing out wet and sticky lustful fluid. The tight tissues inside her vagina gradually relaxed and then tightened again in endless lust.
I was completely unable to think of anything; my mind was blank, utterly intoxicated by the extreme pleasure I had never experienced before. My mother and I climaxed together—what a powerful feeling! No sensation could compare to the exquisite womb of my own mother, her sweet vagina filled with my semen. It was so wonderful to see my mother moaning on top of me, experiencing a powerful, almost maddening orgasm! This forbidden incestuous lovemaking allowed me to experience the highest pleasure in life.
Finally, my glans desperately released the last drop of fluid before I stopped ejaculating. My mother, with a satisfied, lewd smile, hugged me tightly. We held each other tightly, our tongues intertwined, our bodies trembling and convulsing, lost in the afterglow of our orgasm. Our breathing was still heavy with passion. The incestuous lovemaking between mother and son brought us an unprecedented sexual climax. Our hands still roamed over each other's bodies, our yin and yang essences surging within my mother's vagina—the pleasure was indescribable.
We held each other like that until our breathing calmed down a bit. My mother seemed much better, though she still moaned occasionally.
My penis was still inside her vagina. I could feel the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. We were both soaked, sweat mingling with our semen, which dripped from the sofa onto the floor. I was exhausted, feeling weak all over, but filled with a sense of happiness and joy.
I didn't pull my penis out; it remained inside her. The head of my penis was happily bathed in her warm, slippery love. Her vagina had just experienced a powerful orgasm, and the muscles on the vaginal walls were still tightly contracted, gripping my penis so I couldn't withdraw completely. In fact, I didn't intend to withdraw. I loved the warm feeling of being enveloped by my mother's vagina; it was not only comfortable but also made me feel safer. I was afraid that leaving my mother's body would revert us to our original, purely platonic mother-son relationship. Only with my penis deeply inside her did I feel truly one with her, flesh and blood, completely fused together.
My mother held me tightly, a satisfied smile on her lips. She was sweating profusely, panting, feeling my once incredibly hard penis slowly soften and shrink inside her. After a long while, her tense body finally relaxed, her arms loosening, and she collapsed onto me, still breathing heavily. Her vagina, battered by the torrential rain, gradually relaxed, releasing its tightly enveloping captive, and the flow of fluid gradually ceased.
Finally, my mother sat up with a long sigh. She looked at me tenderly and said in a very gentle voice,
"I love you, my good child. Nothing in this world is more important to Mommy than you. Today is the happiest day of my life, and Mommy will never forget it." Exhausted from the pleasure of our mother-son lovemaking, I lay on the sofa. My mother wiped my penis with toilet paper. The result of our frenzied lovemaking, my penis was completely wet, slick with my semen and my mother's vaginal fluid, with some semen still on the glans.
After wiping me, my mother cleaned her own genitals. Her genitals were also wet, and there was white semen flowing out of her vaginal opening, making a large wet patch.
After cleaning up, my mother hugged me like a kitten, nestled beside me, a satisfied smile on her lips. We lay naked on the sofa, caressing each other. I thought that perhaps both of us harbored a hidden, pleasurable anticipation of incestuous sex, a desire that, once the mask of worldly morality was torn away, would flow like a river bursting its banks. I gently kneaded my mother's large breasts and nipples with one hand, and stroked her rosy cheeks with the other, whispering in her ear,
"Mom, did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, baby, it was a very intense orgasm. You're so amazing! You drove me crazy! I almost died from it! I've never tried such crazy sex before, never, never. I've lived for over thirty years, and today is the first time I've experienced the joy of life. I love you so much! If I hadn't met you, these past thirty years would have been wasted!" My mother was still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure.
"Was Dad able to satisfy you before?"
"Hmph! I wish he had that ability!"
"How long and big was his penis? Was it hard?"
"He was only a little over four inches long and an inch thick, and not very hard. Mom's interest was just starting when he ejaculated, which was really painful for Mom." "Don't worry, Mom, now your son is all grown up. Your son will make you enjoy life's pleasures again. Your son will be a good son to you!" "You don't blame Mom for raping you, for forcing you to commit incest with me?" "I felt a little guilty at first, but now it feels so good. I never thought incest between mother and son would be so exciting. Mom, isn't what we're doing a bit perverted?" "Incest is perverted, but who told us we're mother and son? Mom thinks incest between mother and son is exciting, and..." To have one's own son cross the line between mother and son, experiencing the depravity of incest and reaching the pinnacle of sexual pleasure—it's a liberation that transcends morality, a pleasure most people can't comprehend. The thought of Mom giving birth to you through her vagina, and now having you use the very penis Mom gave you to penetrate her vagina—this psychological pleasure is incredible. The thought that the one penetrating Mom is her own son, and that the penis penetrating Mom's vagina originated from her vagina, creates an incestuous and depraved pleasure that no other man's penis can match, especially when you call me "Mom" during penetration. "Mom's pussy is gushing out like tap water, and my orgasms are incredibly pleasurable. I never had this when I was with your dad. Maybe this is what people mean by the bond between mother and son. When a biological mother and son make love, their hearts are connected, and they have a better understanding than with anyone else. Being able to make love with my own son makes me the happiest mother in the world. From now on, I want you to fuck my pussy every day." "Mom, don't worry, I will always love you. I will fuck your pussy for the rest of my life. From now on, we won't wear clothes at home. I can make love with you whenever I feel like it. I get excited and want to fuck you as soon as I see you." "..." My mother nestled in my warm embrace and said softly, "Son, it's not that I'm too lewd. Actually, I've been enduring so much these past few years. I didn't want to seduce men for fear of the aftereffects, so I just relied on masturbation. Sometimes I dream about having sex with men, and when I get really aroused, I get so wet that my underwear gets completely soaked. I haven't had an orgasm in years. If I hadn't abandoned my false human pride tonight and raped you, allowing me to relive the intense passion and unrestrained pleasure of sex, I would have lived a desolate and empty life for the rest of my days. In a few more years, I might have even forgotten what an orgasm feels like." "Mom..." "Don't worry, I will love you forever. You will never live a lonely and empty life. Your son will never leave you. I will fuck your cunt for the rest of my life. We will make love happily every day from now on, okay?" "Of course, Mom has lost her virginity. You have ruined my life's purity. Mom is in her prime now. You have ignited the long-dormant desires hidden deep within Mom's cunt. Of course, you have to take responsibility. From now on, Mom wants you to fuck Mom's cunt every day. But Mom is almost forty years old. You are still young, and there are so many young and beautiful women outside." "In a few years, Mom will be old and faded, ugly and gray-haired, toothless, and her vagina will be loose and sagging. Will you still want Mom then?" "Mom, don't worry, no matter how old you get, I'll still want you. Those women outside, though young and pretty, are like unripe apples—tart and unappetizing. You, Mom, have years of sexual experience; you're like a ripe peach, sweet and delicious! Besides, there's only one vagina in the world, and Mom's cunt is incomparable to any other woman's. The feeling of a son fucking his own mother transcends all morality." The liberation is a pleasure that most people cannot experience. Just thinking about the little cunt my penis is penetrating is the cunt that gave birth to me, the flesh cunt of my own mother. That incestuous and lewd pleasure is incomparable to any other woman's vagina. When I make love to you, Mom's cunt is slippery and warm. Just thinking that you are my biological mother makes me especially excited. Oh! Both my body and mind are satisfied." "Mom's cunt is only for my own son to fuck. Mom wants to marry my darling son. Mom wants to get pregnant for you. Today is Mom's second wedding night, our wedding night together." I was on my mother's plump breasts... He pinched it and said, "I want to fuck Mom every day, every night! I want to make love to Mom forever, forever and ever, my dear Mom! Do you want more later? I'll give you another one that's even more pleasurable!" "Hmm! Of course I want more! Mom has been hungry for so long, of course I want to be full before I'm satisfied!" "Then let's start now, Mom, come on, let your son be a good son to his old mother!" "Now? Do you want it again? So soon?" Mother asked in surprise, but she didn't need to answer anymore, because she saw my limp penis had already stood up shakily, getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, thicker and thicker.
Mother looked down and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I can't believe it, does my son want to fuck his mother again?" Mother couldn't believe that I could regain my strength and vitality in such a short time.
"Yes, Mom, do you like it? If your body can still hold on, let's fuck until dawn. Your own son will fuck his bad mother all night long, to release all the lust that Mom has accumulated over the years. I'm going to fuck Mom's cunt until it's torn and ripped apart!" I chuckled lewdly.
"Yes, all night long, good son, fuck me. Mom's cunt belongs to you from today onwards, son. Let Mom see if her little baby can make his mother go crazy all night long. Come on, fuck Mom, Mom's darling son, big-cocked son, Mom's cunt will always welcome you. Mom will teach you many, many ways to make love. Use your big cock to thrust hard into Mom's cunt!" "All night long," the mother groaned, slowly turning around, lying face down on the bed, her back to me. Her plump, snow-white buttocks were raised high, blatantly presenting her vulva to welcome my cock. She gasped and said:
"Mommy wants you, Mommy wants your big cock to go inside Mommy's pussy. It's easier to go in from behind, and you can also enjoy Mommy's beautiful dance while you're inside Mommy's pussy. And for Mommy, Mommy prefers this way. Hurry up and go in! Don't make Mommy stay in this position for so long, come and fuck your mommy! Hurry up!" I excitedly came between my mother's wide-open legs. I hugged my mother's snow-white and plump buttocks, spread her plump labia with my hands, aimed my glans at my mother's honey hole, and thrust forward with force. With a "whoosh," the big glans that was originally pressed against my mother's vaginal opening went straight into my mother's pussy.
"Oh, so full, so satisfying! Good son, good cock! Use your big thing, your big cock to fuck your mommy! Mommy is so slutty, Mommy likes the feeling of being penetrated by her son, oh, so comfortable, Mommy wants to feel this comfortable all night long!" My mother was so satisfied with the emptiness in her lower body that she kept groaning.
I wrapped my arms around my mother's snow-white, full buttocks, pulling her closer and thrusting my penis in a vigorous, rotating motion. My mother, driven mad by lust, unconsciously arched her back to match the movement, her buttocks undulating forcefully.
I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts. My mother's beautiful, captivating buttocks swayed wantonly back and forth under my violent impact, intensely stimulating my nerves. With each frenzied thrust, my mother's vaginal opening began to contract violently, tightly sucking on my penis. My thick cock was tightly bound by my mother's vaginal opening, constantly rubbing and thrusting, occasionally making soft, wet sounds.
I leaned forward, freeing one hand to grasp my mother's breast, kneading and squeezing it forcefully. My mother rhythmically pushed her breast towards my hand, then freed her other hand to find her clitoris. I could feel my mother's fingers and my penis moving in and out of her vagina together.
The sound of my abdomen hitting my mother's buttocks was incessant, my penis constantly appearing and disappearing between her buttocks.
Soon, my mother's breathing became more and more rapid, like a female dog in heat, and her movements became more and more intense.
"Oh my god, baby, oh Mommy's going to die, Mommy's going to die of pleasure, baby, my darling son, my good husband, your big cock is so amazing, Mommy's going to die, oh fuck, fuck me hard, fuck me to death!" my mother screamed, her buttocks wildly swaying back and forth, her lower body thrusting violently. That frenzied energy was almost too much for me, a novice, to handle. I had to hold her buttocks tightly to prevent my cock from slipping out of my mother's vagina.
I thrust into my mother's body with all my might, inserting my cock deep into her body. Watching my thick, huge cock being tightly held by my mother's brownish-red labia, thrusting in and out, being swallowed into her vagina, and then being pulled out as a huge, long ribbon, I felt my glans begin to heat up, I was on the verge of collapse, and the desire to explode filled my whole body. I couldn't help but shout:
"Mom, I'm coming!"
I ejaculated all my love and desire into my mother's convulsing vagina in a single, powerful burst. At that moment, she suddenly stopped moving, completely frozen, her body trembling uncontrollably.
My semen continued to spray into her uterus. I held her trembling body tightly, my abdomen pressed against her slightly shaking buttocks, feeling the warmth of her body as I continued to convulse.
Finally, I stopped ejaculating, and my mother let out a long breath, collapsing heavily onto the counter. I lay half-reclined behind her.
When we both came to our senses, our breathing was still labored. My penis hadn't fully shrunk; it was still inside her warm vagina, and I could still feel the slight throbbing of her vaginal walls after her satisfaction.
Outside, the wind and rain continued to rage, but inside, spring was in the air, a passionate embrace. My son and I were lost in forbidden lovemaking, oblivious to everything else. Morality, ethics, and shame were all cast aside; only naked sex remained in the world.
All night long! Truly remarkable.
My mother and I were truly engaged in frenzied lovemaking all night long. We tried every position we could think of. Sometimes I was on top, thrusting my thick cock into my mother's cunt until we both came; sometimes my mother was on all fours, letting me pound her from behind; sometimes she would clamp my young cock between her large breasts, squeezing and kneading it so I would ejaculate all over her face; sometimes she would sit on my stomach, actively manipulating my still-powerful cock to quickly reach orgasm. Occasionally we would stop, have a glass of wine to calm our rapid breathing, and then continue our frenzied physical union.
My mother and I seemed oblivious to fatigue, only desperately demanding from each other, as if the next day were the end of the world. This frenzied behavior continued throughout the entire night.
Our joined parts were wet and dry, wet and dry again. The flowing fluids, under the intense friction, foamed up, surrounding our private parts and covering our entire genitals. But we, mother and son, remained undeterred, continuing our passionate encounter.
This battle lasted from 6 PM to 5 AM the next morning. My mother had climaxed more than ten times and fainted three or four times. Her body was covered in her own saliva, vaginal fluid, and my semen, looking incredibly lewd. But after each climax, my mother became even more wanton. She was already delirious from my fucking, but she kept moaning. When she woke up, she was completely absorbed, her moans deafening. Several times she was so breathless that I had to pat and rub her chest to bring her back to her senses.
We changed positions on the bed. My mother was on all fours, and I supported her waist as I thrust in and out. Soon, my mother climaxed again, her buttocks trembling wildly as she climaxed again. However, after several climaxes, her vaginal fluids were not as abundant as before.
After my mother finished climaxing, she went limp and collapsed onto the bed, fainting again. I had to slowly thrust in and out, gradually waking her up. Once she was awake, I simply picked her up and started thrusting into her again. My mother's desire returned, and her buttocks swayed up and down, but her body leaned weakly against me. Her breasts were very soft, and when they rested against my chest, I felt weak and tingled. So I became even more excited and thrust even harder.
My mother kept moaning, but her cries had lost their variety; they were just rhythmic moans accompanying my thrusts. She clung to me, panting, and weakly pleaded,
"Good son, I can't take it anymore, don't do it anymore, you're going to rape me to death, go fuck someone else!" At that moment, besides my mother, there was no other woman in the house who could quell my lust. Her pleas only fueled my animalistic desires. I went berserk, like a wild horse galloping across the battlefield, charging forward recklessly, using all my strength to thrust and pound, each thrust stronger and more brutal than the last. Sweat soaked my entire body. Besides holding me tightly with both hands, my mother's buttocks continued to move mechanically. I said:
"You say no, but why are you squeezing my cock so tightly, you slut, you bitch? Let me teach you a lesson." My mother's juices flowed three or four more times as I thrust into her, her whole body felt comfortable, her bones were weak and her muscles were soft. She raised her pink buttocks and pressed her vulva against my lower abdomen, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around my waist and back, moving up and
down with each thrust. She was covered in fragrant sweat and panting: "My darling son with your big cock, I've already come more than ten times. If you keep fucking me, I'll really be raped to death. Please have mercy on me, hurry up and shoot your nectar into me, I've come again!" After saying that, a thick stream of semen sprayed onto my glans. Her labia opened and closed, making me shout:
"Mom, my dear mom, my dear mom, my son, son, it feels so good, I'm going to cum too!" "Good son, good baby, cum into me, cum inside me, I want it so much." My mother moaned, her thighs tightly wrapped around my waist, desperately shaking her buttocks, waiting for me to irrigate her again.
A tingling, numbing sensation ran down my spine as a gush of hot semen shot out, making my mother shudder. She clung tightly to my waist, arching her back to receive the intense heat of my semen.
This was my ninth ejaculation today. The excessive output left me feeling powerless, yet it also gave me a thrilling, throbbing sensation. My stiff penis, like a wounded bird, struggled to release its last drop of essence, barely filling the bottomless hole in my mother's lower body.
"I did it, Mom! I did it again! I ejaculated inside you again! Ah, I hope this isn't the last time." We were both exhausted. My mother was barely breathing, her soul adrift. I held her tightly, panting heavily, my entire body pressed against hers, my large penis still inside her, sucking her semen. My mother also held me close, caressing and kissing each other.
My mother and I achieved a perfect union of body and soul. I felt we had become one, completely transcending the relationships of husband and wife, mother and son, man and woman. I could do anything for my mother's beautiful body, and she was willing to do anything for me. Our love was neither merely that of a mother and son, nor merely that of a man and a woman, but a union of both, far exceeding the taboos of blood ties. I was certain that nothing could be greater than the naked sexual love between a sexy mother and a strong son. A powerful surge of love coursed through my entire body. No one could be more fulfilled and happy than we were now. My mother and I both appreciated this decadent union, a mixture of lust, incest, and love.
I can't remember how many times we did it that night, only that my mother eventually fell asleep, exhausted, straddling me. I was also surprised by my energy that night; perhaps it was because the object of my love was my own mother!
Later, my mother said she found it hard to believe that I had never had sex with other girls before, because she had never experienced such intoxicating and utterly overwhelming sex in her life. I think this might be because we are so similar, or perhaps we are both naturally gifted. Of course, undeniably, the subconscious pleasure of incest also played a significant role.
Since having sex with my mother, our relationship has become even closer. In the days that followed, all I could think about was having sex with my mother; nothing else mattered. For me, nestled in my mother's warm embrace, my thirsty penis inside her warm vagina, was more important than anything else.
I think I've become addicted to sex, I've tasted the sweetness, and my love for my mother is different now. I love my mother more than ever before, not just as a mother, but also as a mature sexual partner.
Since her illicit affair with her son, my mother, experiencing incest for the first time, was both satisfied and excited. Her vagina, like parched land receiving rain, was nourished by my abundant, sweet semen, and she was once again intoxicated by the pleasures of male-female sex. The mature body of this 38-year-old woman was immersed in the decadent sexuality of incest
between mother and son. My mother and I had become husband and wife, both of us indulging in the pleasure of incest. This summer, we made love every day. By day we were mother and son, by night we were husband and wife. Every night I slept with my mother, and penetration of her vagina was a must. We lived a life that was mother and wife, son and husband.
Every night, my mother and I shared a bed. Our house became our private sanctuary, where we performed countless incestuous acts. My penis remained inside her cunt all night, until dawn, both of us indulging in the carnal pleasure of incest. My
mother began to teach me more about sex, how to make our partner happier, how to last longer, and how to coordinate our time better. We tried all sorts of positions and methods of lovemaking, which greatly enhanced our sexual pleasure. My mother often used her sensual mouth to service my penis, and I learned to use my tongue to bring her to orgasm. We became increasingly in sync.
As soon as my mother and I returned home, we would be naked together. Whoever was aroused would make love anywhere—on the bed, under the bed, on the carpet, on the sofa, in the bathroom—lying down, standing, sitting, or kneeling, in every position and angle. My mother's rich experience and skills accumulated over twenty years ensured that each time we made love, I felt completely satisfied, enjoying the charm and allure of her mature womanhood. She, too, found complete sexual satisfaction.
Under the tutelage of my mature, alluring, and sexually captivating mother, I fully grasped the beauty of male-female sex. I learned the techniques of intercourse and how to tease and manipulate women, developing a particular fondness for attractive and mature middle-aged women!
I bought several VCDs about incest and watched them in the room while penetrating my mother's vagina. My mother began to feel that incest brought her endless psychological pleasure. Whenever she saw scenes of sons having sex with their mothers, fathers having sex with their daughters, or older brothers raping their younger sisters, my mother would become particularly excited. Sometimes when we were walking down the street, I would act very intimately with her. We tried having sex in the park and also tried going to an apartment to book a room. In short, my mother had become an immoral, slutty, and promiscuous woman.

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