The days my mother was by my side

After graduating from university, because of my deep affection for my elderly mother, I returned to my hometown, a small county, and found a good job. I then brought my mother from the countryside to live with me. We rented an apartment for 400 yuan a month.
After my mother arrived, I gradually discovered that I had a sexual interest in women, but I didn't dare to hire prostitutes for fear of contracting diseases. Because my mother often appeared in front of me, my sexual interest in older women grew stronger. To put it bluntly, I felt a vague attraction to my mother. My mother was only concerned about my work and taking care of my life, and she didn't suspect anything. My
mother retired early and had a low pension. This time, she brought my brother's one-year-old child with her, saying that life was better in the city. I seized the opportunity and spent money and effort arranging bedding and clothes for my mother and grandson. I gave my mother 600 yuan a month for food, so she could finally leave my father and brother and live in my little apartment. She and her grandson slept in the inner room, and I slept in the living room.
My mother and I hadn't lived together for more than ten years. At first, she wasn't quite used to it and was very polite. I, with ulterior motives, subtly corrected her bad habits from her rural life: for example, she never wore a bra, her breasts bouncing back and forth in her vest. Of course, I was happy for her to be like that, but the key point was that she did the same when buying groceries at the market—wasn't that making her vulnerable to being taken advantage of by other men?
The bond between us grew stronger, and when she chatted with me, she remarked on having a good son, that she had finally become a city dweller. I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "If I didn't have these wicked thoughts, I wouldn't have brought you here." I then cryptically said it was for her happiness in her later years. This brought us even closer.
A few days later, I took her to my usual small restaurant, where my mother suggested finding a job.
The owner was hesitant, reluctant to hire her, implying that my mother was too old. I thought, "What do you know? If you knew the advantages of older women, you'd do it even if you were paid!"
Back home, I comforted my mother, saying, "Why don't you just not work? It's not like I can't support you." She became so moved she almost cried again. I held her in my arms and rubbed her for a while, of course, she didn't understand I was taking advantage of her.
Because I was renting, the neighbors were rather distant, and they only knew we were mother and son. I didn't want to explain too much, so that if anything happened in the future, they wouldn't get involved.
My mother had been living with me for less than a month, and she had gained a lot of weight and become much plumper. The grime on her face was gone, replaced by a rosy glow, and she looked full-figured with a kind face. Now her life was on track, and she had started to pay attention to personal hygiene, a complete change from when she first arrived. However, despite our growing harmony, I found that she was still a rather casual country woman: she didn't close the door when she went to the toilet, slept at night, or even when changing clothes.
I couldn't help but feel happy, thinking, "Are you really treating me like a son, or are you trying to seduce me? You're almost sixty, if you're going to be promiscuous, at least do it quickly!"
After my mother became familiar with the area, she started visiting other people's homes. Often, she wouldn't get home until I got off work. I heard she liked to chat with the old men in the alley. That old scoundrel! Did I spend all that time and money just to benefit someone else?! I'm not Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy.
Even though she's my mother, this is the first woman I've ever been about to sleep with. I have no experience, and she's not as grateful or eager to please as I imagined. What am I, this sucker, supposed to do?
Another two weeks passed (I really don't know how I survived). That night, we both went to bed early. Soon, I heard snoring coming from her room, while I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, unable to sleep. Around ten o'clock, I heard her get up, open the door, and head straight for the bathroom. She quickly pulled the door shut and sat on the toilet. I glanced into the bathroom; the door wasn't closed properly, and her blurry figure was reflected in the tiles. Hearing the soft sound of her urinating, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyelashes jumped. Oh, my fleshy mother! Let me fuck you to death!
As my mother walked back, I desperately suppressed the urge to rape her immediately. I was afraid that if I did, she would scream, all my efforts would be in vain, and I might even end up in jail. The door to the inner room was ajar. I was torn between my inner and outer struggles and couldn't sleep at all. My penis throbbed against the bed, feeling wronged...
I don't know how much time passed before I drifted off to sleep. The sound of the inner room door opening woke me up again. My mother quickly came out again, casually closing the bathroom door behind her. I heard rustling sounds from inside. It wasn't urination; she was menstruating! I guessed my mother was nearing menopause. Then I heard her tearing off toilet paper and carefully wiping herself. Sanitary napkins and sanitary pads were still luxuries for an elderly woman like my mother in the countryside. She used a cloth sanitary strip to hold the toilet paper inside her underwear. At first, I didn't understand what she was doing, but later I did, and my penis got quite excited.
Mom flushed the toilet and went back to her room. I waited until I heard soft snoring from the inner room before getting out of bed. I tiptoed into the bathroom, and what I saw was a scene that made my blood boil: a pair of homespun shorts with a bloodstain on them lay on the toilet tank; a rolled-up dark green menstrual pad was in the waste drawer, its crotch stained black; and there were still unflushed toilet papers in the toilet, all stained with blood.
Suddenly, my vision went completely red. Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, blood rape, I'm going to rape you in blood, I'm going to rape you until you bleed! Then my mind went blank, my scalp tingled, my crotch went numb, and my penis sprang out of my pants and began to throb. I grabbed Mom's smelly shorts, pressed my penis against her vulva, wrapped it around the glans, and rubbed it hard, spurting streams of milky white semen onto Mom's shorts.
After the urge subsided, I was stunned for a while, unable to muster the courage to kick open the door, rush in, and rape my mother. I slumped to the bedside, trying to compose myself. I didn't sleep until six o'clock! I got dressed, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Just then, the door to the inner room opened, and my mother got up. Soon she appeared at the bathroom door, clutching a sheet, presumably stained with menstrual blood.
She chuckled at me, then noticed the scene in the bathroom. Blushing, she grabbed her menstrual belt and underwear, wrapped them in the sheet, dropped the sheet, and awkwardly greeted me before running off to get food.
That night, I slept wearing only a tiny pair of briefs, my penis clearly visible. By morning, it was bulging, erect and ready to rise. I wasn't sure if my mother had noticed the change in me, but she had her second period a month later, and it lasted three days, though she said she cleaned up quite thoroughly afterwards. I read in a book that women's libido is highest around menstruation, I don't know if that's true, but I deliberately tried to create a sexual atmosphere, to make her think of incest, to shake her moral compass, but I didn't dare go too far. My mother also started to change. She was less likely to look at me, her voice was a little dry, and she seemed to be deliberately avoiding me, but her defenses were getting better and better, making me want to vomit. I wondered if she still had any sexual desire? It seems that seducing my mother is no longer working. The sound of the door closing is really annoying me. This line of defense has become an insurmountable barrier for me. Every night I hate her so much that my teeth itch. I really can't understand this old woman! As
the days go by, my heart becomes more and more twisted. I have lost faith in gentle and romantic methods and really want to just get something for nothing. Caught between desire and reason, I struggled to find a suitable balance. Finally, I decided to commit adultery, to make it a fait accompli first, and then see how things went. If it didn't work out, I'd beg; rape was a last resort.
Just as I was about to have sex with my mother, something unexpected happened. Perhaps fate was against me having sex with my own mother; she started sleeping with the door locked. I was furious. That old bitch, I curse her ancestors for eighteen generations!
Now, the first thing I needed to do was unlock the door. What should I do? Could I pretend to be away on a business trip and then return to her room without locking it? Hahaha, I'll give it a try.
Two days later, I returned home with my travel bag, told my mother I was going on a business trip to Xiamen, pretended to take care of her, and even oiled the door lock. Then I went to stay in the company dormitory. I intended to leave her alone for a week, but after only four days, I was already restless. I left at 2 AM on the fifth day.
All the way there, I kept thinking, wondering if this method would work, whether I could actually rape my mother. Then I wondered if she was actually having sex with her lover in bed. Should I catch them in the act? My heart pounding, I arrived at my front door. I quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything hinged on this moment.
My God! It's even better than I imagined. There's no need to close the door, because Mom is sleeping in the living room. She's covered with a thin sheet, lying on her back with her legs in the air, looking like she's willingly being raped. My brother's son is lying in a corner of the bed. I hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, seemingly stripping off all my clothes in an instant. My penis was already hard and erect. Then, naked,
I walked to the bed and spent four or five minutes finally moving the thin sheet away. Mom's body lay sprawled before me. I suppressed my lust and carefully examined the sparse pubic hair on her mons pubis, secretly touching it with my hand. Her breasts, already like empty pockets, looked like two rabbits lying there, with dark nipples—clear signs of an older woman. After a careful examination, my gaze fell on her pubic area.
Looking at the sparse pubic hair, waves of tingling sensations washed over me. I wanted to cut a few strands of hair as a souvenir. Holding a pair of scissors, I had a few a few seconds later. I knelt before the bed, gently spreading my mother's thighs wider. For the first time in my life, I vaguely saw the crevice beneath a woman's dark forest. My head began to throb, and my penis throbbed at an incredible angle.
But my penis couldn't wait any longer. However, I quickly suppressed the urge to pounce on her and rape her. I gently stood on the bed, bent over, and placed my hands on either side of my mother's breasts, on the bed frame. My legs slowly spread apart, and my arms helped me lower my body. I carefully performed acrobatic movements, afraid to have any skin contact with my mother, because even the slightest stimulation would make me lose control and might cause me to ejaculate my virgin semen onto her lower abdomen.
Just as my stomach was about to touch her trembling belly, I adjusted my waist and hips, pushing my trembling penis towards the mysterious gate of my birth. I wanted to selflessly offer my first time to my mother. Little brother, go find your old sister! Ugh, so frustrating! My penis was poking at her vulva but couldn't get in. I thrust forward forcefully, the head of my penis sliding past her labia and anus before hitting the bed, and my penis twitched.
Mom woke up with a start, letting out a confused "Ah!" and trying to sit up. Her large breasts and belly were pressed against me, and my arms and legs suddenly gave way, my whole body pressing down on her body. I fell onto this mound of flesh. Mom came to her senses a little, grabbing my waist with both hands and trying to push me away. She opened her mouth to scream "Ah!" In a panic, I pressed her arms down on the bed, thrusting forward and kissing her lips. Her lower body reflexively jerked upward, pressing tightly against my lower abdomen, her large breasts that had once nurtured me pressing against my chest. My penis could no longer withstand such stimulation, and I began to wildly and erratically ejaculate thick semen into Mom's lower body. In the brief moment of my distraction, she broke free of my grasp, kicking her legs wildly as she tried to turn over, screaming in a low voice, "No, no! I'm your mother! You're heartless! No…" I couldn't let her turn over. Looking at her writhing body, my penis hardened again. I pressed my body against her chest and abdomen, freeing one hand to rip off her panties. I ran my fingers down her pubic hair to her vulva, searching for the vaginal opening. Her lower body thrashed incessantly, screaming, "Dear mother… dear mother…" I pressed her thighs down with my knees, my thumb finding an opening, parting it slightly, and without hesitation, my hard penis thrust inside. God, this was my mother's vagina!
My mother let out a mournful cry, stopped resisting, and began to wail in a torrent of pitiful sobs, while my mind went completely blank.
This was my first time having sex. I savored the feeling of penetration. I was finally inside my mother's body, my penis resting in her slightly dry but throbbing vagina—it was a very strange feeling. I didn't thrust, just stood up blankly, my hands aimlessly stroking her pubic hair, clitoris, labia, and anus. My penis hurt a little; after all, it was my first time, and the glans was too tender. It hurt. How could it compare to my mother's experienced vagina?
Suddenly, my mother wrapped her big, fat legs around my buttocks and thrust upwards, almost causing my penis to slip out of her vagina. She howled and pounded wildly on my shoulders and chest. I went crazy too, slapping her buttocks a few times. Her breasts bounced on her chest, and I pulled her onto my body, kissing her breasts, armpits, and neck wildly. She yelled, "You bastard! You bastard! I'm your mother, your old lady..."
She desperately pulled my hair, hit my back, and pulled my ears. Suddenly, she bit my right shoulder! I winced in pain and shuddered, quickly kissing and biting her earlobe. She released her grip and pulled back, but I held her tightly in my arms, her large breasts pressing against me. I rubbed her breasts with my chest, her nipples hard against me. Her body was all soft, flabby flesh, without any elasticity—I loved it so much. My lower body was also pushing my penis in with all my might, and she was barely resisting anymore. Damn, I felt like I was going to ejaculate! I held her tightly and stood up abruptly, leaving her suspended on my penis. I pinned her against the wall beside the bed, and she sobbed, her arms limply resting on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my buttocks. I buried my face in her cleavage, holding her buttocks, and began to thrust. At this moment, her hands unconsciously wrapped around my head, her legs wrapped even tighter, her eyes closed, her face covered in tears, gently swaying her head from side to side, her throat whimpering in sync with my thrusts.
I thrust wildly, my penis rubbing passionately against the fleshy opening of my mother's vagina a dozen times before I couldn't hold back my ejaculation. My thighs pressed hard against her clitoris, trying to push my glans deeper, and my semen gushed out, hitting the deepest part of her body. After
ejaculating, we collapsed weakly on the bed. She curled up, one hand covering her chest, the other her face, weeping silently, a cloudy liquid flowing down her thighs. Looking at this incestuous naked body, I was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down my face. I stepped forward, spread my mother's legs, and thrust my still-erect penis into her.
I bent down, parted her hands, and grasped her breasts, playing with them. I kissed and licked her breasts, armpits, and neck, crying and denouncing my despicable behavior, begging for her forgiveness, reminding her of our mother-son bond, promising to make her truly happy, and saying I would take care of her for the rest of my life.
My mother only closed her eyes, weeping, and didn't answer me, but I could feel her vagina contracting. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was playing with her body, almost lost in the soft, flabby flesh of hers. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, her buttocks twitching as she threw my penis off, quickly rolled over, and began to writhe, leaving me with her swollen breasts, smooth back, and dazzlingly large buttocks...
Hmph! You bitch, you can't withstand my play, can you! Now I understand her body, and I'm no longer as helpless as before. I licked and kissed from her ankles to the back of her neck, shamelessly letting the fluid secreted by my glans drip onto her legs, buttocks, neck, back, and breasts. She lay tightly on the bed, and I laboriously stuffed a pillow under her lower abdomen, then I pounced on her, my legs intertwined with hers, my penis gently rubbing against her buttocks, my hands kneading her breasts, and whispering blatantly lewd things in her ear: I told her about my feelings, her reactions, and the characteristics of her genitals.
I played with her with my hands and feet, talking and kissing her... Suddenly her body stiffened, then she farted, her whole body trembled, and her whimpers stopped—she had orgasmed! My penis pressed hard against her vulva, but her uncooperative old woman's urethra gushed out a stream of hot urine that hit the head of my penis, and I ejaculated.
After she finished urinating, she lay motionless on her stomach. I turned her over; she seemed to have fallen asleep. I grabbed the sheet and wiped her genitals clean. I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, kissed her, and then held her as I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already dawn. My mother was still asleep in my arms, and my brother's child was awake, lying there looking at his grandmother's naked body—of course, he didn't understand anything.
I carefully examined the naked body of the first woman I ever slept with, and it turned out to be an old woman—my own mother. Her hair was a mess, and three or four wrinkles lined her forehead, though not too noticeable. She had many crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and her face was streaked with tears. Her nose and mouth were well-proportioned, and her whole face had a certain charm. Her breasts, enormous due to obesity, drooped, with unusually large, light brown areolas and large nipples. My mother had a straight, barrel-shaped waist and a large belly covered in stretch marks from having given birth to five children. Her skin had some age spots and a slightly shiny appearance. Below was a sparse pubic hair, a few strands of which were already turning white. Semen stains clung to the hair, making it look messy and haphazard. My mother's clitoris was quite large, about the thickness of my middle finger. A fleshy slit extended from it, revealing two large, brown labia. Her thighs were thick with many large pores, and her calves were full, though scarred.
Seeing this, my penis got hard again, and some fluid leaked out. I wanted to penetrate her, but seeing that my penis wasn't hard enough and my mouth wasn't very satisfying, I simply got up and went to wash up. Coming out of the bathroom, I felt much better, and the soreness in my limbs had disappeared. Thinking about going to have sex again soon, my penis immediately became incredibly erect. I walked to the bed and saw the mess. I wanted to carry her to the inner room to have sex, but just as I bent down, "Slap!" I received
a slap. Turning around, I saw my mother looking at me, two lines of tears on her face. My lust vanished instantly, and I started to consider the consequences. I knelt down in front of the bed, my penis losing its erection, and my mind filled with fear as I thought about the various consequences of incest. After a while, my mother got up, went into the inner room, and locked the door. I was really afraid she would try to kill herself, but I ignored her. Things had come to this point; I'd leave it to fate.
I went to the bathroom, got dressed, wrapped the soiled bed in a sheet, and took it to the laundry room. After finishing cooking, I checked my watch and realized it was past work hours. I ran downstairs and called Corey to say I needed to take a seasonal leave.
Back upstairs, Mom hadn't come out yet. I was starting to get nervous when the inner room door opened, and Mom came out wearing a cotton shirt and those baggy shorts. She didn't even look at me, went straight into the bathroom, locked the door, and went to shower. A flicker of hope returned to my mind. She hadn't left the house dressed properly; it seemed my reputation was safe. After all, I'd already slept with Mom. I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come out and give me an explanation.
She finally came out, walked straight up to me, and lightly slapped me across the face before turning and walking back into the inner room. That slap snapped me out of my daze. This country woman didn't have the courage to break ties with the son who had slept with her! So, my fate and my mother's fate ultimately depended on my attitude: Should I immediately apologize? Even offer some compensation? And then life would go on as usual, with us keeping to ourselves? That would make me a complete fool; if I continued to violate her like this, she'd probably lose her temper and send me to jail or ruin my reputation.
I decided to take the third path: to make my mother willingly maintain a sexual relationship with me, no matter the cost. Let me take this gamble!
I hugged her from behind, gently holding her breasts in my hands, pressing my chest against her back…
She was trembling! I called out with a softness I'd never felt before, “Mommy, Mommy…” Then I turned her body around, suddenly knelt down, wrapped my arms around her buttocks, pressed my cheek against her lower abdomen, and pleaded in a tearful voice, “Give me your body, I really mean it, Mommy…”
Before I could finish speaking, her lower abdomen and buttocks began to convulse violently; she had gone into heat. I stood up and saw her looking at me with dazed eyes, a little drool on her lips. As soon as my hands touched her breasts, she went limp in my arms. I half-dragged, half-carried her to the bed in the inner room, then quickly took off my clothes, jumped onto the bed to help her undress. I had barely pulled my undershirt up to my arm when she threw it off herself, and she kicked her underwear off with a few kicks as soon as it was halfway down. I parted her legs and kissed her vulva twice, instantly losing control. I spread her labia, thrust my penis inside, and then held her tightly, pounding into her relentlessly.
From the beginning, her lower body was convulsing incessantly; she would pass out, come back to life, and pass out again…
I pounded and ejaculated relentlessly, then kissed her entire body, and as my penis hardened, I pounded and ejaculated again…
I wanted to leave a deep impression on her body, to make her flesh inseparable from me.
Unconsciously, I also fell asleep. When I woke up, she was still asleep, and our bodies were tightly intertwined. I felt the urge again, thrusting my penis inside again, but after a few thrusts, I passed out. When I woke up again, I found my mother was gone. I frantically called out, “Mom! Mom!” She responded and ran in, her face flushed. Seeing that she hadn’t left, I was relieved and called out, “Meat! Don’t go…” before falling asleep again.
I finally woke up after a long sleep. It was dark, and my whole body felt weak and sore. I struggled to fumble for the light switch and saw food and rice on a chair, all cold. I checked the clock; it was eleven o'clock. I walked to the living room, leaning against the wall, and saw my mother sleeping there. The bed was clean, and the bag of filth was gone.
I went to the bedside and shook her, calling, "Mom." She responded, "You rascal!" I said, "I want to marry you." She said, "Nonsense." Then, in a very soft voice, she said, "Go eat." She didn't dare look at me and turned her head away.
My heart pounded again, and I leaned on her, grabbing her breasts a few times, but my penis just wouldn't get hard. I simply retreated to her lower body, pulled down my pants, and began to suck, blow, bite, and lick her clitoris, labia, and vagina. Before long, she climaxed; my mother was the type who climaxed quickly. Only then did I climb back on top of her, rubbing her stiff nipples as I fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning to the sound of her busy in the kitchen, and a surge of desire welled up inside me. Unfortunately, my penis was uncooperative; I ate a couple of bites of food and went back to sleep, remaining in this dazed state for two days before finally waking up.
I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and saw my mother's underwear in a basin. I chuckled to myself.
My mother wasn't in the house; it was probably past nine. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat down to consider my future. My mother came in carrying groceries, and I gave her a bright smile. She glanced at me expressionlessly and went into the kitchen. I followed her in, hugged her from behind, and without saying a word, simply savored the feeling of holding a woman.
My mother blushed and silently divided the groceries. After a long while, she asked, "What about the future?" I easily told her that as long as she wanted, she could stay by my side forever, and even made a vow to her.
Mom was visibly more relaxed, collapsing into my arms and letting me take liberties with her. I kissed the back of her neck, my hands roaming over her body, a sense of accomplishment filling me. I thought the next step was to make her my sex slave.
I turned her around, and she grabbed my head, kissing me passionately, then sucking hard. Women really are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties; I almost suffocated. After a moment, I used my tongue to pry open her teeth, our tongues intertwining deeply, while one hand gently caressed her genitals, her juices flowing onto my hand.
Mom released me, took a breath, and then eagerly began to undress me. I gently pushed her away and said, "You slut, can't even hold on this long? There's still a long way to go!" She grabbed my belt and pressed herself against my chest, refusing to move. My hands continued to play with her, making her gasp for breath. Whenever she became aroused, I pushed her away and then played with her again, not letting her have her way, not letting her go either, until she started sobbing and cried, collapsing on me and ejaculating. I also ejaculated all over my pants.
I gently hugged my mother, stroking her hair and back to calm her down. She pulled open my clothes and kissed my chest. I turned on the gas and took her into the bathroom. She was now like a docile kitten, letting me do as I pleased.
I turned on the water and washed her. I washed her from head to toe. Her genitals were constantly dripping with vaginal fluid. I turned over and washed her back. Suddenly, I had a whimsical idea and deliberately slathered a lot of soap on her crotch, even inserting my fingers into her anus. Mom flinched and waved to stop me. I stopped and continued to caress her other parts until she was almost unable to stand.
Seeing the time was right, I lathered my penis with soap, then hugged my nearly collapsed mother from behind, gently parted her legs, pressed my penis against her anus, and thrust in, giving her anal penetration. Mom screamed and fell backward. I held her buttocks tightly, and my penis began to pump.
My mother's anus wasn't very tight, which felt a bit strange, not as good as her vagina. I thrust a dozen times and ejaculated, then held my trembling, confused mother on the floor, letting the hot water wash over our wanton bodies.
From then on, both of my mother's vaginas became my playthings, but she would never give me a blowjob. However, giving her oral sex was definitely her favorite. I hadn't even done it a few times before she was already ejaculating.
My mother and I began our lewd sex life. One night, we were rubbing against each other in bed again, but I desperately stopped her from taking off her pants, causing her to ejaculate unwillingly. My brother's son was lying there with his eyes open. I held my mother, joking with her, and begged her not to hide from me when she went to the toilet, showered, or changed clothes, and not to wear underwear in the house anymore. Mom laughed, "Fine, I won't wear them then." Then she quickly pulled down her pants and pounced on me. We made love passionately for most of the night before finally falling asleep entwined.
After that, Mom stopped locking the door when she went to the bathroom or changed clothes. She'd still wear her underwear, but as soon as I hugged her, she'd immediately strip naked and let me have my way with her.
Days passed like this, with us having a little sex every two days and a big one every three. Although Mom was an older woman, she was enjoying the company of her own young lover, while I was experiencing the new taste of love for the first time. We were very happy, but with the children around, it always lacked a bit of excitement.
One day, I came home from work and opened the door to see Mom running into the bathroom. Suddenly aroused, I pretended to be nonchalant and walked into the inner room, then quickly took off my clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom door. I heard Mom sitting on the toilet urinating, then farting as if she needed to defecate. I opened the door and rushed in. Mom was startled and tried to pull down her pants. I rushed over and yanked down her pants, turning her around so she straddled the toilet. She had only finished a little bit of her business when she started cursing, both ashamed and angry.
I laid her back against me, reaching under her clothes to grab one of her breasts and knead it roughly, while my other hand thrust into her vagina, probing her sensitive areas. My mother cursed, "You stink! You're taking a dump and you still want to mess with me, you lecher!" But her lower body heaved with my fingers, her belly undulating, her legs spread wide.
Soon, she started unbuttoning her clothes with one hand and frantically rubbing her clitoris with the other, her throat hoarse and screaming. She gradually entered a state of ecstasy. I kept thrusting my penis into her waist, yelling at her, "Pull it out! Pull it out!" She cried out, "No!" resisting for a few minutes, then her anus relaxed, and she defecated like a cannon firing.
I pressed harder with my fingers, and her labia bit down on mine, her vaginal walls throbbing rapidly as she released a gush of hot vaginal fluid. After she finished, I grabbed some tissues to wipe my hands and her genitals clean. Then I carried my writhing mother to the bathtub, undressed her, turned on the water heater, and jumped back in.
Just as I was about to turn on the tap, my mother suddenly grabbed my penis, looking at me with seductive eyes. She kissed my inner thighs passionately, her hands still groping for my penis. Stimulated, I ejaculated onto her neck and chin. I quickly held back, lifted my mother from behind, and placed her limbs against the wall. I thrust into her from behind, pumping wildly dozens of times.
My mother suddenly went limp, and I couldn't hold her any longer. I placed her in the bathtub, pushing her legs up to her chest. Her vulva was now prominently displayed between her thighs. I thrust again, pounding relentlessly, finally ejaculating into my unconscious mother's uterus.
I collapsed down, turned on the water, and poured shampoo on my mother to wash her. When she woke up, she immediately inserted my semi-erect penis back into her vagina, then clung to me like an octopus, biting and nibbling at me—truly an extremely lewd woman.
My penis hardened again inside her, and I thrust desperately. My mother closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and her face showed an expression of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. Suddenly, she cried out, her lower body tightly gripping my penis as she climaxed wildly, and I ejaculated as well.
After her orgasm, my mother clung to me tightly again, as if wanting to press every inch of her flesh against me. Between tears, she mumbled, "I love you so much, I love you so much!" She made me feel so accomplished!
My mother now loves me wholeheartedly; I knew it from the look in her eyes when she saw me off to work and greeted me when I came home. Sometimes after sex at night, she would cry and kiss me, waking me up. I would hold her, and she would cry, "I can't raise your child, I only wish to die for you!" I would kiss her tenderly to calm her down.
For more than two months, we made love every night, even when she was menstruating. While she was cooking, watching TV, showering, or using the toilet, I would always bother her a few times. Her vagina was my favorite thing. She also enjoyed this pleasure more and more. When she was in the mood, she would even hint for me to tear off her underwear. The rougher I was, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
After another half a year of being inseparable, it was almost Chinese New Year when a letter suddenly came from home, urging my mother, grandson, and me to come home for the holiday. I hurriedly made some preparations and boarded a train south with my mother.
My mother and I stayed at home for more than twenty days, and a lot happened, but we didn't have the opportunity to have sex. When we returned to our little home, my mother's enthusiasm was still undiminished, but my passion was slowly fading.
One day, I woke up before dawn. I sat up and stared blankly for a while, then threw back the covers. Looking at my mother's naked body, still covered in semen stains from the previous night's passion, I felt a strange sense of helplessness. My mother woke up from the cold, opened her eyes, saw my dazed expression, and cursed, "You pervert!" Then she spread her legs and hooked her arms around me tightly, her plump clitoris rubbing against my lower abdomen. Her face flushed, her eyes closed, her hands roaming over her abdomen, her breathing consciously deep, causing her large breasts to sway.
Watching my mother so eagerly seeking pleasure, I suddenly felt a little annoyed. I paused for a moment, then finally leaned down and used my tongue to bring her to orgasm. My mother sat up and fell into my arms. I held her, but the passion was gone.
I made breakfast that day. I brought the food to my mother in bed, but she pulled me onto the bed and straddled my penis before eating absentmindedly. But at that moment, I had decided to end this kind of life!
I spent all my savings plus a loan to finally buy a large apartment for my mother in a prime location in the city center. I rented a fast-food stall and brought my father and sister's family from the countryside to live with us. My sister and brother-in-law were overjoyed to come to the city to work. My mother could finally have someone to take care of her in her old age, and she and my father could enjoy their marital bliss.
During this time, my sex life with my mother decreased significantly because we no longer had the means. Several months later, I voluntarily applied for a transfer to an inland office and spent a day buying valuable appliances for the house. When I finished everything, it was almost 2 a.m. when I returned home.
My father had gone for a walk in the park, and my sister and her husband were busy at their stall. When my mother saw me come back, she hurriedly got out of bed, took off her clothes, and asked me to have sex with her. When I told her I was being transferred, she burst into tears, running to me in a disheveled state, her body naked, her hair disheveled. She anxiously asked, "Aren't you taking me with you? I can't raise your child, but I'll serve you for the rest of my life. I consider you my man..."
A sudden fire ignited within me; I needed to vent! I turned and pulled my sobbing mother up, slapping her bare bottom hard a few times before carrying her to the bed. She clung weakly to me, crying on my shoulder, "My son, don't abandon me! I'll be yours for all eternity."
I threw her onto the bed, and tears inexplicably streamed down my face. That afternoon felt like a return to our first time making love. She cried, and I cried; she repeatedly fainted, unable to discern whether it was extreme pleasure or extreme sorrow.
I left teeth marks and bruises all over her arms, ears, breasts, and thighs. I forced out the last drop of semen before pulling out my penis, then picked her up, admiring and caressing her naked body one last time: she had fainted, her body trembling slightly, covered in purplish-red bruises, and blood was still flowing from her left breast—God! I had bitten her nipple.
I cleaned her genitals, covered her with a blanket, wrapped her smelly panties, and put them in my suitcase.
I left 2000 yuan on her bedside table, telling her that once we were married, I would definitely bring her back to live with me; otherwise, this kind of messy relationship would ruin my life. My mother sadly nodded on the bed. I got dressed and left my little apartment, never to return.
I used my virginity to take my mother's virginity, giving her hope for life, and then causing her to break up with me in pain. But I finally grew up from this older woman and became a real man.
Two years have passed. I am now married. But when I have sex with my wife, I still think of my mother who first gave me her virginity. Because my career is booming, I have countless older women around me, but they are very similar to my mother in terms of figure, age, and personality, which is one of the conditions I use to seduce older women.
My mother and I only contact each other by phone now. Because since then, I have begun to worry that my love will destroy my mother and my family.

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