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Beautiful mother, disabled child 

I sat in front of the computer, my heart pounding, pointing to the string of numbers that made me uneasy.
"In-home escort service?" My mother leaned closer, saw the title, and turned back
to look at her usually well-behaved son in shock. "You want me to call this number to find you an escort? Have you
no shame ?"
As I expected, my hot-tempered mother immediately flew into a rage.
"What can I do? I'm twenty-seven. Others at seventeen might have had several abortions done by women.
What about me? I can only masturbate in bed. You and Dad know I masturbate every day, and that's how my
life is going to be. What woman would want me to touch? Can I not find a way myself?"
I lowered my head, explaining my point of view, logical and well-founded.
I have a leg disability, a condition I've had since birth. I also have a speech impediment; others
can't understand me . Unfortunately, my sexual needs are incredibly strong; I'm always hard, so I resort to masturbation
to relieve my emptiness temporarily. But it doesn't help afterward, so I came up with this desperate measure
, hoping my mother would understand and sympathize.
Clearly, my pitiful state softened the anger on my mother's face. Her dignified expression gradually calmed, turning
into heartache. It was obvious that my lifelong single life had deeply hurt this woman who loved me most. In a parent's eyes
, anything they fail to do to satisfy their child, anything that makes them uncomfortable, becomes a
lingering worry. Such is the heart of a parent!
My mother pulled me into her arms, letting my head rest against her high, firm breasts. Even through the thin
summer clothes , I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra; her soft, large breasts brought me unparalleled comfort.
"Just bear with it. This is your fate. If you're lucky, it's a blessing from heaven.
If not, try not to think about it. It's upsetting, isn't it? Don't even think about going to prostitutes. We're a
respectable family; we can't afford to lose face like that."
She used her usual tactic to comfort me.
But this time, her voice wasn't calm; it was choked with sobs. She was genuinely upset.
"Yes, Mom, I know! Don't worry too much. I've made it through all these years, haven't I
?" I comforted my mother instead. We're family, blood ties, hearts connected. Making her sad is my
fault as her son. I feel even worse. Although I'm uncomfortable, I still nestled my head against her chest, feeling
that incredibly soft and comfortable embrace.
I'm obsessed with women's breasts, especially big ones!
Plump and soft, just like my mother's big breasts!
"Son, is it...is it that you want to touch Mom's breasts?"
Perhaps my understanding and restraint made her genuinely pity me, or perhaps she felt sorry for me. In a moment of impulse,
she said something she would never have said before: letting her twenty-seven-year-old son, already a man, touch her
breasts.
I looked up and nodded excitedly, my eyes filled with gratitude.
Seeing my overjoyed expression, my mother's eyes immediately reddened. Twenty-seven years old! This
is the best time for a man, the best time to bring a woman satisfaction. Take my father, for example. At that time
, he was practically glued to her every day. Whenever they were in bed, he would quickly climb on top of her, strip her
naked , and let her two large, full breasts face him. He would play with them for half an hour without ejaculating.
Every time they made love, it would last for more than an hour before he would stop, and they would do it several times a night.
In the summer, they would often make love until dawn, their breasts jiggling! Afterwards, her
father would ejaculate thick streams of semen into her uterus. Thankfully, they had used proper contraception, otherwise,
how many children would she have borne for her husband? Back then, she was truly a happy woman.
But looking at the man before her, her eldest son, he could only think about sex in bed, his
hard penis inside her, offering his abundant semen to the sheets beneath him, never even
touching ! To put it bluntly, he was born into the wrong family, wasting his hard penis.
Thinking this, the mother lifted her tight-fitting tank top, and instantly, two large, almost
dazzlingly white breasts sprang out, facing me directly. Before the owner of those breasts could even offer a generous invitation, I
immediately grabbed them, letting the soft, white flesh instantly fill my palms, satisfying my pent-up
lust that I had never released to a woman.
In an instant, I ejaculated—
this was the first time I hadn't pulled my penis out before ejaculating into my pants.
The weakness after ejaculation left me exhausted. I buried my head in my mother's cleavage, my hands
slowly kneading her white breasts, my eyes closed.
"Mom, this is the most pleasurable ejaculation I've ever had. It's so good to have a woman~" I pouted and gently
kissed her breast, telling the truth. Then, suddenly remembering something, I mustered my courage and asked her, "Yesterday
...last night, were you satisfied? After all, you and Dad finished in just fifteen minutes!"
Actually, I have the utmost respect for my mother. If it weren't for her current indulgence, I would never dare
to speak to her like this, nor would I dare to ask such a private question. I couldn't bring myself to say it. Normally, she is absolutely stern and
never smiles. My family is a strict mother and a loving father. My father and I are friends, and my mother and I are like a mouse
and a cat. From childhood to adulthood, I was that sickly little mouse. Although I was sick and not as good as others, my mother
never unconditionally spoiled me and indulged me without limits.
My mother didn't speak. I looked up at her and saw that her face had darkened, completely devoid of
the tenderness and affection from before. She was just like usual. I knew I had really been asking for trouble. Instead of enjoying the warmth and tenderness, I had to run into
a brick wall.
I quickly explained, "It's not that I wanted to spy on you, it's just that every time you finish doing that, you either come out
to boil water or go to the toilet. After all these years, I know the pattern! To be honest, every time I know you've finished doing
that, I get itchy for days, imagining you naked in bed, my dad on top of you, touching
your breasts, and then going in..." The more I explained, the more confused I became. I don't know why I brought up the details
, as if I really saw it all. I just wanted to say it.
"Get out! You're fucking shameless! Can't we be nice to you? We're your parents
! You actually... you actually think about having sex with us! Don't fucking feed me for three days. They say when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust."
"It really is!" my mother roared, then shoved me hard, sending me tumbling
off thigh, clad only in shorts, hit the floor, and I felt a sharp pain.
Seeing how this usually upright woman was truly enraged by her son,
blurting , I gritted my teeth, frowning inwardly.
Then, I saw my mother, her eyes red, put down her clothes and slam the
door , nearly shattering the glass.
"Mom, I'm sorry!" I felt the sticky residue in my pants.
It was a woman who made me ejaculate the first time.
I silently apologized to my mother, filled with immense guilt.
"Mother's Chapter"
It was a peaceful night.
But lying on my side in only my underwear, my mind was in turmoil. I couldn't sleep at all;
my mind was filled with what my son had said that afternoon, and the actions he had taken on me—the feeling of his hand gently
covering my breast. It was the first time a man other than my husband had touched my breasts, even though it was
my own son, even though he would always put his hand inside my bra when he was little and lying next to me. But
that feeling was nothing compared to that fleeting moment that afternoon. It turned out that letting another man touch my breasts was so pleasurable
, a completely different feeling from when my husband touched me during sex. Why did I get angry at my son
? Then I could have enjoyed it a little longer. I regretted it so much.
Just then, I felt my underwear become sticky… I...I'd fallen for him!
I'd actually fallen for my son?
I quickly suppressed my regret, replaced by unprecedented shame.
It was so uncomfortable, I simply lifted my buttocks and pulled down my underwear under the covers.
Now, my alluring naked body was completely enveloped in the warm blankets.
At that moment, I was pulled into a strong embrace. I knew my husband was in bed. Every night before sleep
, he would hold me for a while; it was the secret to their loving marriage of thirty years.
In the past, I would obediently enjoy his embrace, whispering sweet nothings. If
he wanted to do *that*, he would roll over, press my full body against the bed, and gently remove my
underwear , leaving me completely naked.
But now, my hand had unexpectedly slipped inside his underwear, reaching for his limp penis.
"We...we just did it yesterday, didn't we?" "Obviously, my initiative surprised him.
In middle age, the frequency of sex has decreased significantly, two or three times a month is enough.
But for some reason, today I just wanted it.
Without a word, I pulled down my husband's underwear, leaving him naked. I like him
completely naked , his penis exposed; it feels so sexy.
My husband was naked, and I grasped his penis again, gently and skillfully stroking it.
He got hard! Perhaps my unusual enthusiasm and initiative greatly stimulated him.
Soon, he reacted, his penis becoming hot and large, almost burning to the touch.
'Come on, fuck me! Let your cock go inside my cunt!' I kissed my husband, speaking vulgar
words. Besides enjoying facing his naked body, I also like saying things during sex that I
would never normally say with my personality and appearance, because it greatly enhances the pleasure.
'You little slut!'" "You call yourself a teacher? What would your students think if they heard their beloved teacher
say such things? You're a shameless slut!" My husband
flirted with me, not to be outdone, and then he lightly patted my soft, white buttocks.
"Want some special services?" I said in a deliberately seductive voice.
After saying that, I knelt down and came between my husband's legs, lifting his thighs so that
his hard penis was right against my chest. I pressed it down with my hands, and his penis immediately
sank into my deep cleavage. I placed my hands on the outside of my breasts, letting my soft breasts completely cover his large
glans, rubbing back and forth.
"Ah! So comfortable!" He let out a satisfied groan.
Before long, I saw my husband's face contort.
Just then, he suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath him, his lips kissing my face haphazardly.
Then, I felt a burning, full sensation below—he was inside!
This time, entering my warm vagina was effortless, because it was already very wet,
allowing him to thrust all the way in, straight to my uterus.
"Mmm..." I also let out a satisfied groan.
Then I began to thrust my hips upwards, responding to my beloved husband.
"Your cock is so hard! Yes, fuck me like that, deeper! I love it when you fuck me like this! Why
don't you touch other people's breasts? I like other people touching them! You know what? This afternoon your son touched my
breasts , and he felt so good! I want him to touch them again! I want to cuddle with my eldest son while sleeping, just like when he was little
!" "
My husband leaned down and hugged me.
His testicles slammed powerfully against my buttocks, listening to my ramblings in the heat of passion.
For the first time, while making love with my husband, I thought about another man, spoke of another man, and that
man was my son! I thought about the warmth of his hands, his warm face pressed against my breasts, his
ecstatic expression after ejaculation… I thought, I pity my son, pity my son who can't experience the pleasure of sex, I
can only enjoy it for him while making love with his father, expressing my feelings and longing for him.
At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm liquid pouring onto my uterus.
I knew my husband had ejaculated…
but my vagina was still itchy, I didn't feel any pleasure from sex…
'Why so fast today, only a few thrusts?'
Lying in bed, I frowned and complained, my face still flushed.
'That's because of you, suddenly using your breasts to play tricks, if it weren't for you, I would have ejaculated just now!' " My
husband was on top of me, panting, one hand playing with my breast, while his penis slid limply
out.
I knew that our passion for the day was over; he couldn't get hard anymore.
But I wasn't satisfied yet; it was agonizing to have sex only to have it end halfway through.
Helpless, I could only let out a sigh to vent my emptiness.
My husband lay on top of me for a while, then his limp penis drooped off. Just as he was about to
get out of bed to wash himself, I suddenly remembered my conversation with my son that afternoon, and my face flushed. I quickly
stopped him, "Don't go, just wipe your thing with your underwear!"
He was a little puzzled, because I'm a very clean person and I require him to clean himself up
before going to bed. But it was still embarrassing that someone had noticed such a private matter. My husband glanced
at me, quickly wiped himself a few times, and then turned to pull me into his arms. I knew that after sex
, men like to hold their women immediately, feeling the warmth of their bodies in their exhaustion.
"Um... Dad, I want to talk to you about something."
I reached down and played with his penis, which was much smaller than before.
"Go ahead!"
He lowered his head and kissed my hair, his voice still quite energetic.
Unlike usual, he didn't fall asleep immediately afterward.
"This afternoon...this afternoon I really let my son touch my breasts! He's an adult now, he's starting to think about women!"
I felt I should let my husband know, because his love and affection for our son far surpassed that for me, his mother
.
"Sigh! Let him touch it once, it's good for him to experience a woman's body."
Sure enough, as I expected, he didn't react much, just sighed softly. His
sigh held the same heartache as mine.
A long silence followed, neither of us speaking, each lost in our own thoughts.
Meanwhile, his penis remained limp, hanging down like a worm.
"Is there anything else you want to say to me?"
Just when I thought my husband had fallen asleep, he suddenly asked me.
Thirty years of love, he truly understood me best; even without seeing my face, he knew what I was thinking.
I snuggled closer to him, my large breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
"I feel so sorry for our son, having to endure this for the rest of his life. We've both been young, we know what it's
like. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. So...so...so I want him
to experience it , I want...I want to give myself to him...is that okay?"
I finally said it!
Yes, I want to have sex with my son! Although I'm strict with him and never spoil him,
I'm all bark and no bite. I love him the most, I can't bear to see my precious son suffer.
Even though I know it's incest, something that will be punished by heaven, I don't care. That's what a mother is—
she'll do anything for her children, as long as my son is happy.
My son's happiness is our greatest joy as a couple.
Also, I have to admit, I'm currently very attracted to young boys' bodies, wanting to recapture
the pleasure I had in bed back then. But I can't, and I can't bear to, betray my loving husband, I can't cheat on him and bring
shame upon him. So, I've chosen my poor son to satisfy me, to have sex with him—keeping the good stuff
in the family.
The reason I was so open and honest with my husband was because I didn't think it was cheating
. I didn't want to have to sneak around when I was with my son, as that would put pressure on the three of us.
That wasn't good. I felt I hadn't cheated. I love my husband, and I love our son even more.
Both men are men for whom I, an ordinary woman, would give everything. I love them.
After hearing this, my husband visibly trembled as he held me. I knew he was caught off guard and finding it hard to accept.
After all, this was about betraying himself, even if it was his beloved son. If he were to
give me a good scolding, I would accept it, but I would still go back to my son's bed.
I was determined to have sex with my son!
But my husband didn't say anything, and continued to hold me, his large hand gently stroking my smooth, soft back
. This gave me a sense of peace; I knew he wasn't emotionally affected.
"Go ahead! He came from your belly anyway, so it's okay to let him in now!"
he said calmly after a while.
"Won't you feel bad?" I tilted my head back and kissed him.
I knew I had succeeded! But to be absolutely certain, I needed to know his true feelings.
"Silly girl!" my husband called out, still the nickname he used when we were dating. For thirty years, I've loved
him calling me that, and he truly cherishes and protects me like his silly girl . So, although our life has been ordinary and uneventful, I feel incredibly happy
to have married him, the man I've loved since my first love . "Do you believe I had no feelings at all? I wouldn't be a man then. But since you've already had these thoughts, and our son is full of youthful vigor, it's only a matter of time before you two do it. So, as your husband and father, I'll be a good person this once and for all! Besides, I'm really not up to the task anymore . To be honest, sometimes I'm afraid I can't satisfy you, and you'll go find someone else. Then, maybe you won't love me anymore, and you won't want us, father and son. After all, this is the most critical time for our marriage. Rather than letting someone else benefit , it's better for my son to love you properly, to enjoy his mother, and to inherit my responsibility and love for you in bed. That way, our family will be happy, won't it? And wife, I'm truly grateful for your honesty. I love you!" He kissed my soft lips deeply, speaking with deep affection. Two streams of tears slowly flowed from my eyes. I was so moved. Moved by the greatness of my husband, moved by his selfless love for our family! "You're almost fifty, and you're still crying! Go on, let that kid see the most beautiful side of my wife!" After a while, my husband released me and gave me an encouraging smile. "Dad, don't worry, even though I gave my body to our son, I'll always be your woman! Our love is true love! My love for our son is only out of maternal love; I will always be his mother!" I climbed naked off the bed, kissed my husband deeply again, and said this as if making a vow. Then, I wiped away my tears, put on a nightgown, and left our bedroom. I went to a place that I didn't know was either a paradise of happiness or a hell of sin— it was my son's room…



















"Mother and Son's Joy"
Early morning, a ray of bright sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the peaceful sleeping faces of the family of three.
Perhaps the strong sunlight was a little dazzling, for I, sleeping in the middle of the bed, slowly woke up. Opening my sleepy
eyes, my first action was to turn my head to check if the naked bodies on either side of me were still there. Although I had been having sexual relations with
my mother for two months, I woke up every day in fear, afraid that this was all just a dream I couldn't wake up from,
and that one day when I truly woke up, all the beautiful experiences I had gone through would vanish.
However, to my delight, it was all real!
I saw the beautiful woman sleeping beside me, her eyes closed, her head nestled against my chest, fast
asleep. Perhaps it was the warmth of the blankets, but a blush had spread across her beautiful face, making her
look mature and alluring. And every time this happened, I not only openly admired my mother's exquisite sleeping face, but also
found myself instantly erect upon waking in the morning, my morning erection enjoying the warmth of my mother's small hands
. She loved sleeping with her penis in her hand, whether it was my father's or mine. And in the warm
blankets , an arm draped over my chest, reaching up to my mother's high, firm breasts, the hand gently grasping her
bare, soft breasts.
That hand belonged to my father!
Even now, I can't believe that such a wonderful thing could happen to me. I actually slept with the woman I
loved , respected, and cherished most! I actually made love with my mother! What made me even happier was
that we weren't having an affair. I was openly enjoying my mother's body,
having sex . I loved being on top of her, playing with her large, white breasts.
Watching my father lying on the bed, his penis gradually hardening, his smile as he watched my penis thrusting violently inside
his lover—that was the happiness and joy of our family,
the happiness and joy I brought to the two people I loved most.
Whenever my penis got hard, before my parents woke up, my thoughts would return to my first time with
my mother . Although I had replayed it countless times in my mind, just thinking about it was still
incredibly exciting. Several times, I even ejaculated directly into the bed, resulting in
a , who called me shameless.
That night, I sat in front of the computer, completely lost in thought.
My conversation with my mother that afternoon had made her very angry.
After that, I was filled with anxiety and unease. Even though I knew my mother wouldn't really be angry with me
or ignore me, I was afraid that she would never let me touch her breasts again.
That soft, beautiful feeling was truly unforgettable and unforgettable.
"It's so late, son, are you hungry?"
Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.
I was completely unprepared and startled by my mother's arrival.
"Looking at you, were you secretly visiting inappropriate websites?" She looked at my terrified face as I turned around,
deliberately smiling as she said this, then sat down on my bed, her two snow-white legs swinging casually
.
Thankfully, it seemed the storm had come and gone quickly; my mother had clearly calmed down.
My initial shock subsided, and I turned to look at my mother—she was so beautiful! That was my
first . She was only wearing a pale yellow slip dress over her voluptuous body,
her fair shoulders and arms completely exposed. My mother wasn't wearing a bra! Because the fabric of the nightgown was so thin, her
large nipples were very prominent, barely visible. Although I knew that was a great disrespect to the person who gave me life and raised me
, I just couldn't control myself; my penis was hard!
Because of what had happened that afternoon, I quickly looked away to avoid her seeing my greed. I've said before that
I'm very afraid of my mother, and I didn't want to upset her.
"Does it still hurt?" At that moment, my mother wasn't paying attention to me, but rather to my knees
, where there was a noticeable bruise—her handiwork from her anger that afternoon.
Before I could answer, she had already gotten off the bed, knelt down, and tenderly rubbed it.
"This afternoon... Mom really didn't mean to, I didn't expect to get so many bruises!" She lowered her head and began
gently blowing on the wound, the cool sensation making me feel very comfortable.
Inadvertently, my gaze was immediately drawn to a glimpse of spring, and I couldn't look away! Because my mother
was bent over, her head lowered, and the neckline of her nightgown was loose, with the light from the computer screen, my gaze
could completely penetrate her body hidden beneath the nightgown. The body of a 48-year-old middle-aged woman was suddenly
completely exposed to her son.
Her two large, white, slightly sagging breasts swayed gently on her chest. Because I
had never nursed her, her nipples were still pale pink, proudly erect on her breasts.
Her areolas were also beautiful, large, adorning her snow-white nipples. Looking further down, past her large, plump
belly, I actually... actually saw a thick patch of black hair! It was obediently covering
between my mother's legs.
That was... my mother's pubic hair! I saw my mother's pubic hair!
A wave of intense dizziness rushed to my head. I didn't know if it was excitement, thrill, or stimulation!
I felt my body begin to tremble involuntarily. It was the first time I, a virgin,
had seen a woman's pubic hair so directly, and the owner of that pubic hair was my beloved biological mother!
In that instant, a new question popped into my mind: Had
my mother and father just made love again? I had read in a book that after passion, men and women don't like to wear close-fitting
clothes because it hinders the dissipation of their body heat, making them feel unbearably hot and uncomfortable. Yes
, that must be it! Right now, there must still be traces of my father's semen in my mother's vagina (if he hadn't used a condom
).
I know that constantly thinking about my parents' sexual activity is extremely unfilial and sordid. It's
their normal married life; otherwise, where would I come from? But I just couldn't control myself.
Seeing my mother's naked body wrapped in her nightgown so close, I simply couldn't control my erection!
After massaging for a while, my mother suddenly turned around, just in time to meet my gaze as I looked at her body.
My crotch was bulging high with my genitals, and I was instantly thrown into a panic, terrified! Because I
was looking at the beautiful woman before me, my dignified mother, with lustful eyes, my manly gaze!
Knowing her fiery temper, I imagined she would stand up, slap
me twice across the face, and then huff and puff.
My mother did stand up, and she did make a move, but instead of a burning pain, it was a soft, warm
touch. My beautiful mother leaned over and placed her soft, warm lips on her son's. She
kissed me.
This was the first time in my twenty-seven years that I had kissed a woman with emotion, with lust. Even when I was a child
, my mother would often hold me and kiss me on the lips, but back then it was all just playful, devoid of any feeling
, like eating pork head meat. But now, when this woman's thin lips sealed mine
, I felt like I'd been electrocuted; my whole body went numb, and my mind went completely blank.
For a moment, all I could see was my mother's beautiful, rosy face.
At first, she only lightly touched my lips with hers, her mouth almost touching mine, but after a few
moments, she simply took my lips into hers, our four hot lips truly pressed
together , twisting and colliding rapidly.
In that instant, she was both my mother, whom I loved and respected, and the woman I desperately wanted!
I wanted her! I wanted to sleep with my mother!
To take off her only garment, a thin nightgown, and lay her flat on my single bed. I would gently caress her
alluring breasts, caressing her mysterious
, thick, moist pubic hair—a secret she had never shown to any other man except my father—and her pink labia. Then, I would
thrust my hard penis into her vagina until I ejaculated, shooting it into her womb, still stained with my father's semen! To open
the door to that sacred place where I would make my dazzling debut in this world!
As these unimaginable scenes flashed through my mind, I boldly reached
out completely embraced my mother's fair shoulders, encircling her in my arms. I was afraid she would leave, I didn't want her
to leave!
Perhaps it was true that a mother's heart is connected to her son's; she probably heard my inner cries and desires. One of her hands also
embraced me, while her other hand slowly slipped into my baggy crotch, gently rubbing my
already burning penis. In no time, she had pulled down the only pair of underwear her son was wearing, completely exposing
my erect penis . I later learned that she also enjoyed facing a man's naked body. "My son has really grown up; that thing is really big when it's hard!" My mother said with a smile, reluctantly pulling away from my lips. Her loving face also carried a hint of pride, a pride that came from her own body. She had given me everything, including that hard penis that would soon bring her satisfaction and pleasure. "Come on, let's go to bed!" My mother took my hand and pulled me up from the computer chair. Her words were as concise as ever. At that moment, although I didn't understand why would do this, why she would actually want to have a relationship with her own son, I couldn't care less. I needed a woman, I needed sex, I needed a woman to end my twenty-seven years of virginity, to truly transform me into a man, to fully experience that heavenly bliss of that one time. To hell with disgusting incest! Perhaps I was too excited. I, who was already unsteady on my feet, suddenly stumbled and knelt down . But I was alright. As I lay on the ground, the hem of my mother's nightgown was right in front of me. My mother was about to help me up, but I beat her to it. I reached out, grabbed the thin fabric, and lifted it up. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to see a woman standing naked before me, whether she was my mother or not. As I straightened my legs, my mother's voluptuous body, which belonged solely to her son at that moment and could make me dizzy , was gradually revealed before a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, until finally, she was completely naked. My mother offered no resistance, obediently allowing me to remove her nightgown, so I could admire her naked body without any covering. So white! My mother's skin was as white as snow, as tender as water, radiating a beautiful glow. Between her legs was such a lush patch of pubic hair, thick and abundant, completely covering her most sacred and mysterious place , yet it seemed to both resist and welcome, as if inviting a man's large member to explore within, to embrace her , and to thrust in hard! "Mom, you're so beautiful!" I stepped forward and embraced the naked woman before me tightly. Instantly, the two plump breasts on my mother's chest gave me a strong, wonderful tactile sensation, soft and yielding— it felt so good! She pressed herself tightly against my chest. "Mom, your big breasts feel so good to me! Can I touch them every day ? I love your big breasts!" I rested my chin on her warm neck and seized the opportunity to tell my mother my wish. "Silly son! In a little while... in a little while, Mom will be all yours! I'll let you touch my breasts as much as you want! I know you're going crazy wanting women's breasts, aren't you?" My mother hugged me, put her hand on my buttocks, and patted it gently. Then she pushed me away and looked lovingly at her eldest son's face. "Come on, get on the bed, and enjoy Mom's breasts. They all belong to my eldest son!" Soon, two naked bodies appeared on the quiet single bed. One was on top of the other, one lying on their back and the other on their stomach. The young man buried his head between two large, white mounds of flesh, his mouth open, biting the tender skin and soft breasts, sucking on the pink nipples, and licking the pink areolas. He was enjoying the feast of beautiful breasts that belonged to him. These actions made the full body beneath him begin to twist, and he began to let out soft moans, which were very alluring. "Mom, I want to see...see my original hometown, is that alright?" Just as my mother's breasts were covered in my saliva, I looked up, seeking permission to see her vulva. She didn't speak, only smiled and stroked her son's head, then spread her legs, once again displaying that hairy, sacred area before a mature man. I found that my mother was truly gentle and tender that night, almost to the point of being completely obedient to me; that peaceful...










































The woman who was serious and taciturn was completely different from me. It's said that women are most beautiful and
captivating , making men want to cherish them from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that's true.
How many sons have seen their mother's vagina? I think I'm the luckiest one. I quickly moved my head
between my mother's legs, my face almost pressed against her pubic hair, widening my eyes and carefully observing
, like an antique expert examining a rare and valuable artifact.
This is where I was born, the part of the woman lying in bed back then used to
have sex —my mother's vagina! I saw a plump, fleshy slit covered in dark
hair. At the tips of those hairs were two still pink and tender labia, soft and with many
lines , slightly parted. I knew those were called labia. I couldn't believe that my mother, even after thirty years of marriage,
still had such tender labia. It was clear that my father didn't have sex with my mother often; their sex life wasn't frequent.
In this respect, I felt my father was far inferior to me, because his libido wasn't strong. In other words, his
penis really useless.
I also couldn't imagine how this little fleshy hole could squeeze out a
baby . The baby's head alone was several times the diameter of the opening, and it had to come out slowly, afraid of hurting
this newborn life. She had to endure it, letting out incredibly pitiful cries. It must
have been excruciatingly painful! Women are truly the greatest group in the world, and should be the most worshipped
group! Those heartless bastards who forget their mothers after marrying should be despised and don't
deserve to live in this world! This is my sentiment towards women after witnessing my mother's most sacred area firsthand.
"Mom, I love you!" Without thinking, I lowered my head and placed my burning lips on my mother's vaginal
opening, giving it a gentle kiss. That kiss was entirely out of respect for my mother,
gratitude for her enduring excruciating pain to bring me into this world.
The soft, moist pubic hair and the fleshy labia touched for a moment, and my body suddenly
trembled. I realized how stimulating and exciting it was to kiss a woman's private parts!
Not only me, but when my lips touched my mother's vulva, I clearly felt the naked
body on the bed tremble suddenly as well. She was clearly unprepared, or perhaps it was the first time a man had kissed her vulva. Hadn't my father served her like this
before ?
"Love me? How do you love me? With what kind of feelings?" Clearly, my mother had heard my
confession. She sat up, cupped my face, and made me see her earnest and solemn expression—the same expression
my usually stern and upright mother held in my awe.
"It's...it's love and respect! It's a son's pure love for his mother, a love in gratitude for giving me life
! Mom, I also want to tell you, thank you for giving me life, thank you for letting me see
the place where . I finally understand how difficult it has been for you. And I want to say, Mom! I love you!"
This was the first time in twenty-seven years I had thanked my mother, and I said solemnly, as if making a vow.
My mother was moved; I saw the glistening tears in her eyes. But she still sternly admonished me,
speaking in a commanding tone, "Yes, good that you understand! Remember this: although I gave you my body, letting
you experience the pleasures of womanhood, and your father agreed and supported me, it's only because your father and I, as your
parents, pitied you, completely out of pity, that we willingly allowed your genitals inside us. From now on
, when I'm with you, you must never have any other thoughts about your mother, understand? Your mother is your mother
! Your mother has only ever had one man in her life, and I will always be his woman, and that is your father! I love
my man! I love your father!"
So that's it! This is my great mother, giving me such great love!
How wonderful! My mother gave me her body, but she didn't betray my father. She remained so loyal,
so loving towards him. After hearing those words, my mother's image grew even taller in my heart, and my
respect for her deepened! I believe that such incest is acceptable. A mother is a mother, and a son is a son
; their roles haven't changed. They make love, they engage in passionate lovemaking, simply seeking
pleasure between men and women. Moreover, in that way, the mother will love her son even more, and the son will respect and love
his mother even more. I don't understand why some people insist on portraying mother-son incest as marital relations. In my opinion,
those authors are simply psychologically disturbed and disgusting!
I buried my face in my mother's warm embrace again, reached out, and gently massaged her soft, smooth breasts,
assuring her, "Mom, don't worry. Although your son isn't very capable and won't achieve anything great, I
will definitely be extra filial to you and Dad in the future. I've already felt a little sorry for Dad; I absolutely cannot be
your third party in your relationship again. If I were, I would truly feel like I'm not human, and I wouldn't deserve your love like this!"
My mother held my head, letting her lips rest on my hair, gently kissing me. Then, she slowly
lay down. It was clear she was ready, wanting to give herself to me!
Finally, the most crucial moment arrived; I was about to enter!
I lay on top of my mother, one arm around her neck, lifting her head, the other hand between
my legs, grasping my thick, hard penis, letting the glans gently rub against her vaginal opening, causing her
soft pubic hair to ripple. My mother lay quietly on the bed, beneath me, her eyes
gazing at me softly, filled with shyness and tender affection, exceptionally beautiful.
"Son, do you know? Right now, I feel like a young girl again. You've made me
young again. My first time was like this too. Your father was afraid of hurting me, he didn't want me, so he held back from going in
. He just looked at me with such deep affection, only letting... letting his thing rub against me. In the end...
in the end, I took the initiative..." My mother squinted, speaking to herself, it was clear that making love with me
had completely immersed her in the sweet memories of her first time.
I never imagined that my serious, stern mother would share the beauty of her first night with me. I'm truly
happy for my father, to have been my mother's first man, to have taken the virginity of such a beautiful woman like my mother
! I'm genuinely happy, without a trace of jealousy, unlike her jealousy of having been with other men.
I was filled with both joy and displeasure, because she was my mother, and the first man she had slept with was my beloved father! They
were the truly perfect match!
"Mom, take me! I'm a virgin! I want you to be my first woman!"
I lowered my head and began to kiss my mother passionately, then released my penis and grabbed her hand. I wanted
her to take the initiative, I wanted to have the same treatment as my father. Although my mother's hymen was no longer intact,
hearing her words, I actually had the wonderful
illusion that I was about to take her virginity again, to deflower my mother once more.
My mother, as clever as she was, obviously understood her son's intentions immediately. She grabbed
the man on top of her, her eldest son's genitals, and gently stroked them a few times, pulling back the foreskin to expose the completely purplish-red glans
. Then, she guided my penis against her two soft, open labia, and finally
, little by little, I sank into that narrow crevice.
I finally entered her—
with deep respect, I fucked the beautiful woman beneath me, my mother who gave me life and raised me—
the pleasurable sensation from my penis was unparalleled! It was a complete
comfort , like entering a warm swamp, sinking in and never wanting to leave! I held her,
resting my chin on her snow-white shoulder, wholeheartedly savoring the warmth of being inside a woman's body,
not wanting to move at all.
"Son, move a little, Mom's a little... a little itchy inside!" Seeing my body seemingly short-circuited
, motionless with my penis inside her vagina, my mother bit her lip, blushing as she urged me.
So this was my mother's shy expression during sex, truly possessing a charming, innocent look,
so endearing. I couldn't resist, lowering my head to lovingly kiss her pink lips, then abandoning
the static comfort of my mother's vagina, I began to imitate the sex scenes in porn movies, pulling out my hard penis,
then going back in, repeating this over and over!
The single bed started creaking and groaning, and my mother's large breasts began to sway rhythmically
, forming a dazzling white line that rubbed against my chest. I felt that with each thrust, I was penetrating her
womb , to the very depths of my mother's vagina!
"Mom, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" I was confident that my penis was big and
hard enough, even though I hadn't used it before, I knew it would bring pleasure to a woman during sex. But after a few thrusts inside my mother's vagina
, I saw her brows furrow tightly, her lips pursed, as if she was enduring something
and becoming very uncomfortable, her face turning bright red.
In an instant, it dawned on me. Although I had never witnessed a woman's passionate encounter with a man,
I was no naive 17-year-old who knew nothing, like
those . I knew that women often liked to shout during sex to better experience the
pleasure. But my mother remained silent, and I understood that she was embarrassed. After all, this was her
son 's first sexual experience, and her pride was preventing her from letting go of her dignity.
Seeing her like that, I felt even more respect for my mother. This showed that my mother was truly a good woman.
Unlike other women who, once in bed with a man, would shout and
become increasingly wanton, my mother was clear-headed; she hadn't been blinded by intense sexual desire.
"Mom! I don't think you're ugly. Just shout it out if you want to. Don't hold it in. If I do, you'll feel uncomfortable
, and I'll feel guilty!"
I stroked her smooth, white buttocks, encouraging her to release herself. Then, I thrust violently again,
making her breasts ripple like alluring waves. To be honest, I wanted to see my usually serious and proper mother moaning in
bed , letting out wanton cries. I wanted to see her undress, abandon her noble
profession as a teacher, and reveal her most primal nature as a woman—the side that belonged only to her man, my father.
This time, with each thrust, I clearly heard the wetness inside my mother's vagina. I even felt a large gush of
fluid slowly flowing from her vagina down my penis, wetting her pubic hair and making my
testicles sticky. I knew that my noble teacher mother was completely aroused; she was enjoying
the pleasure and happiness of making love with her son!
"Mom! Your...your pussy is so warm, it feels so good to fuck! Your son's big cock is so lucky to be able to
fuck my mom's sacred pussy! Your son wants to fuck my mom every day! Wants to keep his cock inside your pussy all the time,
to make you happy every day! To let you know you didn't give birth to me in vain!" In order to completely break the ethical shackles on my mother's body and let her
fully experience the ecstasy and wonder of sex, I took the lead and set an example, saying
things that I would never say or dare to say in front of my mother before.
It turns out that fucking a woman and saying vulgar words is such an exciting thing, even though I know that after it's over, when
my mother sobers up, she will definitely scold me severely!
Persistence pays off. With my encouragement, my mother finally succumbed to my charm. She stopped
lying quietly in bed, letting me take the initiative. She lifted her head, her soft, warm lips seeking mine. Her pink,
agile tongue entered my mouth, followed by a passionate, fervent kiss. Her soft lips gripped mine tightly
, and with each rhythmic thrust of my penis, she began to moan softly,
as if speaking, or perhaps simply lost in ecstasy—it was incredibly beautiful.
But after only a short while, she couldn't take it anymore. She slumped back onto the pillow, her pale pink lips parted,
her breath sweet and fragrant, and began to cry out in ecstasy, completely releasing herself before her son.
"Son! My filial son with the big dick! You know I like to moan when I'm having sex with your dad. If you
don't say anything, I feel embarrassed, but... but I don't care anymore. I just love my son
's hard cock, fucking my cunt! I love having sex with my eldest son, I want to have sex with my eldest son every day.
Son, I love your cock, just like your dad's cock when he was young, so big, so hard.
I can't get enough of my cunt being fucked by my son every day! Yes, deeper, fuck me harder! Hit my uterus, that's
where I conceived you. Now... now my eldest son's cock is inside again, I feel so good... I want my son's
cock! Ah..."
The mother thrust her full, snow-white body, shaking her two big breasts, and finally cried out.
The sounds grew louder and louder, each word more obscene than the last. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now devoid of any semblance of composure,
only allure and wantonness remained.
So this was my mother during sex, my mother without any pretense. Forgive my bluntness, but right now, my
mother looked like a total slut! A slut that any man would want to sleep with at first sight!
A slut , capable of completely bewitching men with her looks!
But I love my mother, I love this slut who belongs only to me at this moment, a slut
who willingly lies on the bed letting me fuck her!
Finally, my mother's body on the bed began to stiffen, lying stiffly beneath me. Her vagina began to
contract violently in waves, sucking tightly at the head of my penis. Then, she forcefully pushed me
away, pulling me to her side. She then arched her back, spreading her legs wide, exposing her hairy vulva
. At that moment, the sight that dazzled her son appeared before him: a stream of clear
liquid gushed violently from between her legs, from her pink vulva, like a fountain
.
At that moment, lying beside my mother, I not only witnessed her reaching orgasm,
but also the entire process of a woman ejaculating—a rare occurrence.
I never imagined I would make my mother ejaculate!
I stared blankly as my mother, her snow-white body erect, streams of liquid spraying from her onto my
sheets. After several seconds, she stopped, then lay motionless on the bed like a limp rag
.
"Son, thank you! Mom hasn't felt this good in so long, doing it with you...doing it with you felt
so good! Now, Mom doesn't regret it at all!"
After resting for a while, she turned over and gently pulled me into her arms, her large breasts lightly pressed against my
face. My still-erect penis was now right against her wet vaginal opening. She looked at me,
a little embarrassed but also very happy, and said, "Son, you haven't ejaculated yet, have you? Look at Mom, I was supposed to satisfy
you, but I've already done it myself! But I don't blame you for thinking about it every day, your thing is really good,
the first time, it's been so long and you haven't ejaculated! Just like your dad back then! From now on...from now on, Mom is going to
enjoy life ~"
She talked, and I did what I was doing. During this time, I guided my already rock-hard penis to
my mother's fully open vaginal opening and thrust it in hard! I felt that if I didn't ejaculate soon, my penis
would explode!
I didn't roll over and press my mother's full body beneath me. Instead, I supported her two snow-white
buttocks with my hands and thrust forcefully into her hot vagina, making my final sprint. My testicles slammed against
the lower part of my mother's vagina, creating a symphony of flesh against flesh! It was an aria of mother and son mating!
Finally, enveloped by my mother's soft, tender flesh, I ejaculated!
A large amount of thick, milky white semen shot into my mother's uterus!
Shot into the place of blood and flesh that had first nourished me!
I ejaculated for a full thirty seconds before finishing!
The exhaustion after ejaculation made me completely surrender to my mother's warm embrace, touching her breasts, just like when I was a child
sleeping in my mother's arms, letting her hold me. Only, back then, there was no second man's semen in her body
, and I was not truly my mother's second man. Even though I will always be her son, I am very
aware of this, and I cannot forget it, nor will my mother allow me to forget it.
"Son, this is the beauty between a man and a woman, isn't it comfortable? Mom has let you experience it, so I've done right by you
! But you don't need to feel indebted to Mom, because a mother's love is never for reward! And... you
really made Mom feel good! Mom is willing... willing to make love with you!" My mother closed her eyes, her voice soft and gentle
, yet with a hint of seriousness, just like when she was teaching me.
In one day, I actually heard a mother say those two words to her son three times!
The first time was when my mother was furious and acted impulsively; the second time was when she was confused and only wanted excitement. Compared to the previous
two times, this time when my mother said she was willing to make love with her son, it was the most touching and the most exciting,
because at that time, my mother was clear-headed, not angry, and not affected by the outside world. This
meant I had conquered this outwardly proud and aloof woman, making her not mind showing her
most primal and wanton side in front of her son! In other words, from now on, my noble and beautiful mother can let me touch
her breasts whenever I want, sleep with her naked body whenever I want, and play sexual games with her whenever I want!
Just thinking about it is awesome, what a thrilling scene!
And my body immediately received this command, my penis, hard again!
"Son! You...you just came out, how come you're so hard again?" My mother hugged me, looking
surprised , surprised by how quickly I got an erection, but then she laughed, laughed excitedly, she stroked my
face, looking at her eldest son with a hard penis with a seductive look, and didn't say anything more.
I knew, my mother was in heat again!
So without further ado, I rolled over, grabbed my mother's large breasts, and began a new round of passionate lovemaking…
That night, I don't remember how many times I had sex with my mother, or how many streams of semen I ejaculated into her uterus. I only
remember that amidst her constant loud moans, I finally pulled my now-dripping penis out of her wet
vagina, quickly went to the pillow, and shoved my slightly limp penis into my
mother's open mouth, letting her soft, slippery tongue lick my glans, giving her her first oral sex.
That was my mother's first time swallowing a man's penis. She told me this later. Despite having made
love with my father for thirty years, most middle-aged men like her, born in the 1960s, were very conventional in their sexual encounters
—man on top, woman on bottom, and that was it. They were too embarrassed to try anything fancy, at most rubbing their breasts against the penis a few times, engaging in some
breast play.
I never imagined that the first man my mother would give oral sex to would be me, her eldest son! At that moment,
watching her clumsily swallow my large penis, her tongue not even seeming to lick the glans, but my mother didn't resist.
I thought she often licked my father's penis; after all, at my father's age, he needed some stimulation to get an erection, needing
her to suck on his glans for a while.
Not long after, already on the verge of climax, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I ejaculated, not knowing if there was any semen left, into my mother's virgin mouth…
Afterwards, filled with sweetness, happiness, and utter exhaustion from making love, I fell into a deep sleep,
holding my beloved woman, my naked mother.

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