【Walking in the Mountains】【Author: sigmund】

1. The Cabin

The weather turned against them; on their way to the cabin in the mountains, it started to rain.

And it was a downpour, a torrential downpour accompanied by strong winds.

At first, the sky suddenly darkened rapidly, and a few deep rumbles of thunder echoed in the distance. Dai and Bao looked up at the sky; the clouds that had been shimmering white under the clear sky now seemed to have stopped, heavy with accumulated moisture.

They looked at each other, their faces pale with worry. Dai was especially anxious, knowing that no matter how fast they quickened their pace, whether they went forward or back, they couldn't escape this disaster.

Soon, the air felt damp and began to move. After the first gust of wind carrying rain passed, within minutes, the storm had intensified from small raindrops to a torrential downpour. The sky seemed to have been ripped open, and rain poured down from the dark horizon, chasing after them. In an instant, the surroundings became a dark, vast expanse of water.

Rain, accompanied by a strong wind, lashed at their faces with icy cold, pounding heavily on them. The raindrops, seemingly the size of soybeans, felt as if they were about to scatter. What should have been a pleasant late summer/early autumn day now felt chilling, seeping into their skin and seeping into their hearts.

Looking around, there was nowhere to hide, so they had no choice but to brave the wind and rain and continue onward.

The path was muddy, the water reaching their ankles. Even with their rain-proof hiking jackets on, the rain couldn't stop it from seeping in, and they were gradually soaked through. Struggling along the mountain path, one step at a time, the two solitary hikers could only stagger and struggle forward.

Li Daiyun was a woman in her early forties with a beautiful face. Even in the fierce wind and rain, her striking, thick eyebrows and large, clear eyes were still visible. Although she was approaching middle age, her well-maintained figure and appearance made her look very young. Especially today, with her excitement and anticipation, coupled with her backpack and athletic attire, she looked like she was only around thirty years old, a quintessential modern beauty perfectly suited for outdoor activities.

She had long, shapely legs, an elegant waist and hip curve, and her full, sexy buttocks, encased in loose, coarse-cloth hiking trousers, still exuded a youthful elasticity and resilience. These legs and hips, even now, as she trudged through the wind and rain, even though she was no longer young, her swaying, vigorous figure and dynamism were like a blooming, unyielding flower.

Her shoulders were straight, her chest full, and even wrapped in a raincoat, her athletic figure was clearly visible. Battling the sudden downpour and strong winds, she trudged along, clinging to trees and rocks, her long arms appearing even more agile and powerful. Coupled with her strong, slender hands and long fingers, her entire body seemed brimming with vitality and energy, as if she had truly returned to her twenties or thirties.

Bao Shaoxing was Dai's only son, just turned twenty-two this year. Tall and upright, with distinct features beneath a thick head of messy hair, he appeared to have inherited either his mother's healthy physique and beautiful appearance, or presumably his father's equally impressive genes.

Although Bao still appeared somewhat youthful next to his mother, from a distance, onlookers might mistake them for a couple on a hike.

But under the unexpected sudden wind and torrential rain, even the two, with their abundant energy and outstanding appearance, now looked disheveled and covered in mud. Gone was the exuberant, expectant spirit they had displayed when they first embarked on their journey, like a pair of radiant beauties.

After struggling for several hours, the arduous journey finally came to an end, and they saw their destination:

a secluded holiday cabin nestled deep in the mountains.

"Almost there, Mom! That's our house!" Seeing their house, Bao shouted with childlike joy, supporting his mother as she nearly collapsed. "Hang in there, Mom, we're almost there! I can't believe we made it this far!" "This storm came so suddenly, I never expected it!" Dai gasped, rain streaming down her face. "Let's hurry, I'm so cold, my clothes are soaked." Dai had tripped and fallen into a muddy puddle, her clothes clinging to her body, not a patch of skin dry. If it weren't for Bao's help along the way, sometimes carrying her, sometimes supporting her, she might not have been able to safely cross the many fallen trees, pebbles, and mud pits that had been battered by the wind and rain.

The two stumbled into the front of the cabin. Dai sat heavily on the stone slab in front of the door, struggling to take off her mud-filled boots. Bao rushed to the door and fumbled for a while before finally opening the heavy, rusty-looking padlock.

"I'll start a fire, Mom," Bao said, rushing into the cabin. "You should find some clean clothes to change into; you look like you're freezing." "Shouldn't you change your clothes first, dear?" Dai was terribly cold, her body trembling uncontrollably, her teeth chattering, her mind blank, speaking only on her mother's instincts.

Paul tossed his backpack onto the floor, his muddy feet barely touching the ground. He hurried to a small door on the side of the house, turned on the gas cylinder for the bathroom, and then went back inside, rushing towards the fireplace.

"You were right, Mom, we had quite a bit of wood left over," he said, hearing his mother drop her shoes outside the door. "Otherwise, we would have frozen to death." "Is there a fire?" Dai asked, shivering as she entered and closed the door. "I'm freezing, darling." "Almost done, Mom. I've turned on the gas. Go take a shower and find some clean clothes to change into," Paul urged his mother as he prepared to start a fire.

Dai, dragging her backpack, went to the bathroom, looking disheveled. She had slipped and fallen badly on the way, getting covered in mud and water. Luckily, she wasn't hurt, but she was still quite shaken.

With a slight tremor, she first lit the water heater, turned on the bathtub faucet to let the stagnant water drain, then quickly stripped naked and slumped down on the stone platform beside the tub.

Opening her backpack, she found, as expected, that all her clothes were soaked through.

Sighing, she used the last rays of the setting sun to find matches on the window frame, lit an oil lamp hanging by the window, and then sat back down on the stone platform, naked.

In the flickering light, Dai's naked body was covered in mud, her hair matted and falling in strands across her beautiful face.

Dai had a striking, delicate nose; her mouth was open but not wide, with slightly upturned corners, a perfectly balanced shade that gave the impression that she always wore a faint smile. Her lips were soft and moist, with distinct fleshy ridges, and her lower lip was slightly upturned, revealing a sensual cleavage that made them look radiant even without lipstick.

Heaven had also blessed her with a beautifully shaped oval chin.

She was not only beautiful, but also clearly an optimistic and cheerful person. However, she seemed to be sorting through some thoughts. The old water in the tap had long since run out, but she only got up to turn off the faucet, not immediately plugging the tub. She simply sat naked on the cement and stone platform.

The cold bathroom momentarily froze her body temperature, and a chill emanated from the icy stone platform. She involuntarily curled up, bringing her legs as close to her body as possible to reduce contact with the stone surface.

She rubbed her cheek blankly; besides needing to wait for the water to heat up before turning it on, she seemed to have something on her mind, not just a feeling of cold.

After the water boiled, she filled the bathtub with hot water, and then, amidst the rising steam, sat down in the warm water.

Soaking in the scalding hot water, she first washed her hair, then lay back and slid into the water. As her long hair flowed freely, her body and mind gradually relaxed.

But her thoughts still drifted aimlessly in a hazy state.

Soon, as her body warmed up, a previously frozen emotion seemed to suddenly erupt.

Touching her beautiful body, a long-suppressed desire rose again within her. A scene she had inadvertently witnessed two years ago surfaced in her mind. Then, propelled by the hot water, the heat from her body rose to her face, her moon-like features flushing involuntarily.

As her emotions relaxed and were stirred, she closed her eyes, constantly caressing her beautiful face and full, sensual body. In the hazy thoughts and aided by the warm water, she even placed her hand on the warm, moist area between her thighs… almost forgetting that there was a soaking wet son outside the door… She almost drifted off to sleep comfortably in her floating, idyllic thoughts.

Bao had already piled firewood in the fireplace. He lit a few pieces of paper and placed them under the firewood; soon, a roaring fire was rising. He added a few large pieces of wood, watching the fire grow larger and larger. He took off his soaking wet shirt and hung it against the fireplace wall. The red firelight shone on his bare skin, instantly warming his young and strong body, and gradually dispelling the chill in the room.

Just then, he heard his mother's voice coming out of the bathroom…

After washing herself in the bathroom, Dai took a towel from the shelf above the tub to dry her body and hair. She picked up a bottle of moisturizing oil from the stone counter, but before applying it, she looked at herself closely in the full-length mirror on the wall.

While putting her freshly dried hair up in a bun, she turned around, examining herself from left to right. Although the light was dim, she could still see her smooth, firm skin, and she felt very satisfied. The mood and spirit temporarily dispelled by the storm were completely restored.

After carefully applying a layer of moisturizing oil, she reached for a thin black garment from the hook by the bathroom door.

Only after putting it on did she realize that it was actually a very sexy spaghetti-strap slip dress.

Looking at herself in the mirror, the petticoat had a very low, open, oval neckline, exposing almost half of her breasts. Her pointed, plump breasts seemed about to burst out, and even her nipples, fresh and pink from being washed in warm water, appeared... faintly visible.

Thinking about how the falls and climbs on the way hadn't caused any visible scratches or cuts on her beautiful body, she felt exceptionally lucky and happy.

She couldn't help but feel proud that she could still maintain such a beautiful figure and stamina.

The sheer, gossamer-thin lingerie, held aloft by two thin, silky straps, gently draped over her full, white body, undulating with the curves of her form… Her bare chest, exposed below her neck, was smooth and white, but below that, a pair of peaks, pointed and upturned, protruded… Turning around, she looked back in the mirror; her back was mostly exposed, almost to her waist, and below that, a full, firm, and even wider mound… Further down, only a small section of her thighs and the backs of her knees… She let her hair down, hoping to… at least cover something, but after examining herself in the mirror for a while, she lowered her head and took off the lingerie.

The lingerie was an unexpected gift from her ex-husband… and his favorite piece of clothing he liked to see her wear… She had almost forgotten to bring it home in her haste when she left last time… Seeing it again now, she felt a vague sense of familiarity.

And… it was so thin, so revealing, wearing it was practically the same as wearing nothing at all… She wondered what the temperature was like outside the bathroom now? This garment would definitely not keep her warm. She thought.

But opening her eyes and seeing her firm, smooth, naked body again, she raised her head, straightened her chest, and tightened her lower abdomen. She couldn't help but move her hand from her lower abdomen to between her legs… She could feel the soft, dark, inverted triangle of skin, and also feel a surging throbbing between her thighs.

She couldn't resist applying a little more pressure to the mysterious area between her legs, enjoying an irrepressible surge of… psychological excitement… and physical pleasure. She closed her eyes, her other hand caressing one breast… imagining the scene she had witnessed at the beach two years ago… only then did she suddenly remember that her son was still outside, freezing.

She quickly grabbed another dry towel from the shelf and wrapped it around herself.

Turning to the doorknob, she opened the door with a yelp…

almost startling Bao, who was standing in a daze in front of the fireplace.

"All my clothes are soaked," Dai complained as she walked in, wrapped only in a large white bath towel. "I guess this is all I can do for now. I'll just have to wait for them to dry." "I don't think it'll take too long," Bao smiled at his mother, pointing to the fire in the fireplace. "I've already started the fire; the clothes will dry in no time." Bao not only started the fire and lit the two oil lamps hanging from the corner and ceiling, but he also wiped the floor, making the room clean and bright. The resort originally had a generator, but it had long been broken and in disrepair, rendering the existing lights useless.

"Hurry up and take off your wet pants, darling," Dai said, noticing that the room temperature had indeed risen. She gave her son an approving smile and went to warm herself by the fire. "Don't catch a cold. The water in the bath should still be warm; you just need to add a little more hot water." "Okay, Mom," Bao said, picking up his backpack in the corner and heading towards the bathroom.

"Oh, right, Mom, I just got a call from Dad. He said he saw the weather report and there have been landslides in many places in the nearby mountains. He said he was worried the car that was supposed to pick us up the day after tomorrow wouldn't be able to get in, so he's already arranged for a helicopter to come pick us up around noon the day after tomorrow. ...Oh, and I've already told him we're fine." "Oh?...That's good..." Dai seemed a little absent-minded, but seeing her son still standing there, she added, "Is he back yet?" "Oh, I forgot to ask." Bao was about to turn around, but then turned back. "But judging from his tone, he probably isn't...I think I heard him say that the contract isn't finalized yet...I don't know clearly from the phone..." "Well, okay. It's good that he knows we're alright...Go take a shower." "Don't just take a cold shower!" Dai reminded him again. She knew Bao didn't like taking baths and was a little worried that the water heater, which hadn't been used for a long time, might shut off at any time. She also wasn't sure if the gas supply, which was only supposed to be for backup, was enough.

Bao made a funny face behind his mother's back and went into the bathroom.

After taking off his pants, Bao suddenly felt a chill. He realized that the bathroom was much colder than the fireplace outside. Looking out the window, he saw that it was completely dark. Bao suddenly wondered how he would sleep that night.

Usually, his son slept on the sofa near the fireplace, but it was so cold today. What would happen to his mother? If she slept in the bed, it would be too far from the fire. Perhaps they should move the bed over so they could sleep together around the fire.

Shivering, he stepped into the bathtub. The water was indeed still warm, just as his mother had said. He sat down, too lazy to run hot water, and splashed the water his mother had used on his head and body, intending to dry himself and his hair with a towel.

Then he seemed to smell a faint fragrance.

He wondered if his mother had added perfume or some special detergent to the water.

He knew his mother never forgot about beauty and skincare, but he had never expected her to be so meticulous in this remote mountain area.

Although he had smelled many women's fragrances, this scent was unlike anything he had ever smelled before, not even at home.

He thought about how he hadn't shared a bath with his mother since his very childhood, and now, smelling this unique, unfamiliar fragrance... he felt a strange sensation... even a sense of ecstasy.
This afternoon, as he repeatedly touched his mother's soft body, he felt a strange sense of returning to his childhood... but it was different, a different kind of sweet feeling... a slightly itchy sensation in his heart... Although he had been accustomed to being surrounded by women since high school and was no longer a novice in relationships, he still couldn't help but experience a slight physical reaction.

Looking at his slightly erection, he chuckled to himself, finding it both amusing and somewhat smug.

He recalled his ease in conquering women.

Although it wasn't always through this initially, once a woman tasted his... well, especially older women, he always had to put in some effort to shake off their infatuation and entanglement.

He wasn't a heartless person, but he was still so young... and besides, he rarely took the initiative. He could only apologize to those women.

Since graduating high school, his women had usually been older than him, but so far, the oldest was only about twelve or thirteen years older than him, not quite an elder.

He rarely had feelings for older women.

Perhaps it was because the allure of women much older than him had faded, or simply because he hadn't yet met a mature woman who could truly move him? He wondered.

His mother was beautiful enough that any man would find her irresistible. He'd seen enough of the way adult men looked at her since he was little; at first, he'd feel angry, but he'd gotten used to it. Sometimes, when she dressed more provocatively than usual, even he couldn't help but steal a few glances.

But ever since he was old enough to understand things, he'd never lacked girls vying for his attention, so he'd never really felt much for his mother… But had his mother ever thought about other men, or even younger… men? He suddenly wondered. His

mother had married his father, who was more than ten years older than her, not long after entering university. Although their life had been happy and fulfilling, and they had everything they could want, his father was always busy working outside, and although his mother had her own independent career, did she feel any sense of loss?

He'd heard rumors about her past relationships... but he hadn't dared to ask, and didn't know if it was true or not... Besides, his mother wasn't the type to make a scene... how would he know?

His father was handsome and successful, so it was probably inevitable... Although his mother's business had spun off from his father's, her quiet, authoritative pride wasn't something to be trifled with.

He'd experienced it firsthand once when he was a child. The three of them were eating at a restaurant when a rather famous and beautiful woman from his father's company came over to greet them. His father spoke to her for a few minutes, and after she left, his mother quietly looked at the menu, smiled, and said, "You've messed with me." His father's expression changed, but he didn't say a word, immediately putting on a smile and trying to make a joke. His mother, however, remained cheerful and talkative, as if nothing had happened. After that, whenever his mother was present, he seemed to have never seen his father be overly intimate with other women.

But no matter what, compared to other beautiful women, especially some women he'd been with, he knew that some women, even with happy families, wouldn't be willing... But perhaps it was just because he was too charming... that some women were restless, and that's why he saw this... rather special... side of women?

Was it something wrong with him?

He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips, wondering where his thoughts had gone.

The interruption startled him; he realized the water had grown cold, and his penis had shrunk. He shivered, quickly stepping out of the tub, grabbing the towel his mother had used on the stone table, and drying himself.

The towel smelled the same as the bathwater, and he couldn't help but inhale it a couple more times.

Opening his backpack, Bao found all his clothes were soaked. Luckily, he'd been prescient enough to put his phone in his closed jacket pocket, otherwise it would have been ruined too, he thought.

Looking up helplessly, he noticed a delicate woman's garment hanging by the bathroom door. Curious, he walked over and lifted it to examine it. It was dry and carried a faint scent, the same as the bathwater and towel. "

It must be something my mother left behind when she came before," he thought. But he felt he'd already worn it; otherwise, why would it smell? He'd often seen his mother wear similar slips when he was little, but he didn't think he'd ever seen her so sexy…so beautiful… The scent was wonderful; he couldn't help but take another deep breath. But he'd been in the bathroom too long. He saw other dry towels on the rack, but he couldn't resist his instincts. He grabbed the slightly damp towel from the stone counter and wrapped it around his waist.

The towel, mixed with the water stains and scent from his mother's body, clung warmly to his private parts, and he felt a little…excited…stimulated.
"I can't let my mind wander anymore," he told himself, picking up his backpack and stepping outside... "My things are all soaked too, haha," he said with a self-deprecating laugh as he saw Dai sitting on the sofa, clutching a cushion. He carried his backpack to the fireplace as well. "Can't find a single dry piece of clothing." He noticed that his mother had already spread out all her wet clothes and hung them in front of the fireplace to dry. Among them, two pairs of light purple and black lace panties stood out conspicuously, while the flesh-colored and white bra on one side seemed rather ordinary. With his back to his mother, he pretended to warm himself by the fire, but couldn't help glancing at them a few more times.

"With rain this hard, it's no wonder they're wet," Dai smiled, putting down the cushion. But noticing that his towel seemed a little damp, as if it were one she had used, she couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Why did you take longer to shower than me, hmm?" Her voice sounded slightly teasing, but her eyes were actually full of curiosity and inquiry, wanting to know what was going on.

"Hmm?" Bao, whose eyes had just left his mother's sexy panties, was startled, thinking, "Did I shower for a long time?" But he was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just smiled and said, "Oh, I guess I soaked too comfortably, I almost fell asleep." "Oh," Dai said. But then she added, "I don't think I heard you turn on the hot water. Is the water hot enough? You didn't catch a cold, did you?" Dai remembered that she had been in the bathroom for too long and felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh, no," Bao smiled and turned to give Dai a reassuring answer. He felt a little strange. Although his mother never ignored him, she never worried or nagged about such small things... Perhaps his mother was now experiencing the consequences and was starting to regret it? …He slowly took his wet clothes out of his backpack one by one and hung them by the fireplace to dry.

Perhaps his mother was truly frightened by this unexpected storm. Knowing the weather might change, he had suggested postponing the trip into the mountains, but it was his mother who wanted to set off as planned. When they first heard thunder on the road, he thought they had only covered about a third of the distance and worried that his mother wouldn't be able to hold on, so he suggested turning back. But his mother said they had already gone halfway and insisted on continuing. Now, she's probably terrified, isn't she? He chuckled to himself. However, he himself hadn't expected the situation to become this serious. And he had even fallen on the way… “But at least we don't have to worry about food,” seeing Bao's slight silence, Dai got up and walked to the small storage room where food was stored, saying, “We should have stored quite a bit of canned food and dry rations here.” Bao was a little surprised again. He hadn't worried about food before setting off, otherwise he would have brought some with him already.

Besides, Mom usually doesn't talk about such trivial things... Excessive worry isn't her style, and she rarely says anything careless... Otherwise, how could she independently support a decent career?

Before, when they came to this remote mountain area with only dirt roads, they always drove a four-wheel drive vehicle, carrying large bags and small packages, with ample supplies. This is Mom's first time hiking here... Haha, Mom's physique is said to be excellent, but it's still not enough!

However, he still considerately added, "Oh, is that enough? That's good. It looks like the rain won't stop anytime soon, maybe it'll last for two or three days." "We might not be able to get anything done this time," he thought for a moment, then added somewhat guiltily.

His father had originally said that if the weather permitted, the helicopter could come to pick them up tomorrow, but he said it was fine and they could go back at the original time. Judging from his mother's current condition, this decision should have been the right one... His phone was in bad condition, and he was afraid of losing contact at any time, so he didn't ask his mother's opinion.

Fortunately, the closed pockets of his jacket kept out the water, and his phone was still usable, otherwise the helicopter would probably come first thing tomorrow morning, and they might have to search all over the mountains for people, that would be really embarrassing, haha, he thought.

"That's enough," Dai glanced at the situation in the storage room and said with a smile, "Well, at least we'll be stuck in this house tonight." They had originally planned to go to a nearby hill with a wide view to enjoy the moon and starry sky.

After hanging all the wet clothes up, Bao turned to look at her mother, wondering if she needed any help.

Dai was already standing in the storage room doorway, peering inside. Just as Bao was about to approach, she suddenly bent down, as if she had seen something on the floor or the bottom shelf of the storage unit.

Dai was naturally flexible and often did stretching exercises, allowing her to bend over while standing straight, easily resting her head on her knees. Now, with her legs slightly apart, bending over was even easier. However, as she bent down, the towel that had covered almost half of her thighs lifted up.

From her firm, rounded calves all the way up to her thighs where they connected to her buttocks, her two long, slender, and full legs were completely exposed. "

Mom's legs are so beautiful—long and shapely!" Although he had often seen his mother wearing various short skirts, shorts, or bikinis since childhood and was already used to her beautiful legs, seeing such a sensual sight still made him unable to resist being moved, admiring, and feeling refreshed.

He couldn't help but stare somewhat infatuated at his mother's bare thighs, sincerely praising them.

They were so full, and the curves were so beautiful; that is to say, they were both voluptuous and not bulky, both long and slender, with perfectly balanced proportions of upper and lower legs.

Perfect!

He stared in a daze, admiring the beautiful curves of his mother's legs. This must be due to his mother's usual unremitting exercise, he thought, even though she was so naturally beautiful.

At this moment, Dai leaned down a little more, which seemed to be effortless for her.

She started doing aerobics, Bao thought, her waist is even more flexible than a young girl's. But he was so used to seeing this that he didn't find it surprising at all.

He saw his mother then slightly spread her legs apart and press her head between her knees.

Is she really doing some stretching and loosening exercises?

But then Paul's body suddenly jolted!

Oh, I saw Mom's…!

"God!" Although he already knew Mom was only wrapped in a towel, he still remembered her underwear hanging by the fireplace. He glanced at it, and those two purplish-black panties looked even more eye-catching.

Paul cried out inwardly. Because Dai's body was bent so low, her buttocks were sticking up high, causing the soft, fertile area between her legs, covered by a patch of long, fine hair, to be completely exposed.

Beneath the shaggy hair, a full, rounded mound of flesh was visible, bisected by a narrow, pinkish crevice, forming two plump mons pubis. Within the crevice, a small, protruding fleshy tongue, like the tip of a clam, protruded slightly. Fine downy hairs were scattered along the inner side of the mons pubis near the crevice. The entire plump mound was covered by tufts of dark hair growing along the outer edges of the narrow crevice. Longer strands of hair hung loosely and haphazardly between the legs, seemingly about to flutter in the wind.

The tufts of hair then continued upwards along the narrow crevice, finally disappearing beneath the towel.

The glossy black hair covered both halves of the mound, while the crevice in the middle remained pink and flawless, like a secluded valley flanked by dense grass—a sight that was truly breathtaking.

As his mother pressed her upper body down forcefully, the slightly parted mons pubis trembled slightly, revealing a small opening in the narrow, mysterious valley. Previously, only a small patch of pointed labia minora was visible, and the tender flesh, seemingly glistening with moisture, added even more allure to the previously only visible pink mons pubis covered in dark hair and the deep, narrow folds of flesh.

All of this was clearly visible in the firelight of the fireplace.

Bao's eyes widened, unblinking, fixed on the feminine beauty exposed beneath his mother's towel.

How alluring was that mysterious valley suspended between her legs, hidden behind a patch of dark hair…

The slightly open opening seemed to beckon him to explore its secrets.

Suddenly, his penis stirred!

It happened in a flash.

He hadn't expected this at all. He was startled at first, but his mind raced instantly, a jumble of complex thoughts flashing through his head. Then, an intense excitement, like a wild horse unleashed, burst forth uncontrollably, shooting straight down to his genitals.

Or perhaps it shot from his genitals to his head? He couldn't tell anymore; his eyes, unable to adjust, seemed frozen.

He felt an instinctive, primal urge!

His erection, hidden under the towel, suddenly stood erect!

His mother's genitals were so beautiful! Especially the fine downy hair around the vulva. If it weren't for the exceptionally delicate and pinkish color of his mother's vulva, it would be impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

The thick, dark hair extending upwards, though hidden under the towel, must have also transformed into fine downy hair surrounding… the other opening…?

How alluring…

Although his mother had fair skin, she was still quite hairy… In an instant, his feelings shifted from a mixture of surprise and shame to pure appreciation. He only wanted to seize this moment; everything else was forgotten.

He wasn't a novice when it came to matters of the heart; he wasn't someone who hadn't seen or recognized the genitals of many women.

Sometimes, he would even playfully ask his female companions to spread their genitals wide open for him to see, so he could lewdly admire them, or stimulate, play with, or lick them in various ways. Some girls were willing, some weren't, but he had seen quite a few... But perhaps because he was seeing his own mother now... he never imagined he would see his mother like this one day... her most beautiful place... His mother's physical beauty and sexiness were undeniable. When he was a child, he would often stare blankly at his mother's body. Sometimes his mother noticed, but usually she wouldn't say anything. Sometimes she would even seem a little happy or proud, or tease him a bit, making him blush. But that was before elementary school... His heart raced, his eyes fixed on the hair that seemed to be fluttering between his mother's legs, and that pink slit. His seasoned experience in love had vanished.

Too excited to think about what his mother had seen or was looking for.

Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to seeing his mother doing all sorts of graceful, stretching exercises.

Maybe she was just too tired today and was taking the opportunity to stretch her muscles when she saw something on the ground? Wasn't she currently sitting there with her arms wrapped around her thighs?

It might not be a bad way to relax her body and mind.

In a fleeting moment, "What are you doing, Bao?" he kept questioning himself, but his eyes never left his mother's arched lower body.

He had to admit that throughout his childhood, he had intentionally or unintentionally wanted to peek at his mother's genitals… he had even seen pubic hair from the front a few times… even his mother had noticed him peeking… but he had never seen this most mysterious, most beautiful area hidden beneath the pubic hair… let alone seen it so clearly now!

"You're looking at your mother's genitals now. If you don't stop, your eyes won't be able to take it." But he still couldn't help but be captivated, his mind wandering.

He felt the distortion within him, the morbid thoughts beginning to spread, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from between his mother's legs.

Which was easier to suppress: his physical reaction or the shame and self-reproach in his heart?

Still struggling between avoidance and excitement, Dai suddenly slowly stood up.

Bao quickly turned his head away.

His mouth hung open for a moment, and his face flushed with shame.

But Dai didn't turn around. She stood up straight with her legs together, exhaled, tossed her hair, and combed it with her hands before turning halfway back and softly saying to Bao, "Darling, would you like to get a bottle of red wine? We can have a drink while we eat, how about it?" As she spoke, she reached into the cupboard and began selecting some canned goods.

"Oh...yes, Mom!" Bao jumped up with relief, hopping to the shelf on the other side of the room where the wine and glasses were kept, and began selecting wine with an air of nonchalance.

His hands trembled as he opened a bottle of red wine, poured himself a small glass, drank it down in one gulp, smacked his lips, savored it, calmed himself, and then, carrying two glasses and a bottle in each hand, walked to the dining table by the fireplace.

Dai had already chosen the food and found a can opener, cutlery, and paper plates, spreading them out on the table.

After they sat down, Bao poured two glasses of wine, saying, "Here you go, Mom," and held the glasses to his mother's chest. "This wine is not bad." "Thank you, darling." She smiled and took it, taking a large, cheerful gulp. "Mmm, it's really good." But after opening the can, Paul seemed to have lost his appetite. He ate only a few bites before putting down his utensils. Seemingly feeling the fire wasn't burning bright enough, he absentmindedly walked to the fireplace, squatted down, and picked up a few thick pieces of firewood, throwing them into the fire.

Perhaps it was the fatigue from the afternoon's trek, or perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but Dai didn't seem to be in the mood to eat the food on the table. She stared blankly at the fire burning brighter and brighter.

She didn't notice that her son had come over again.

Paul poured himself another glass and sat down next to his mother. He wanted to raise his glass to say "Cheers!" but seeing that his mother remained silent, he withdrew his outstretched hand. He didn't know what to do, so he just drank slowly like his mother, staring blankly at the fire. Dai seemed intently savoring the deliciousness or sweetness of the wine, completely immersed in the tranquil atmosphere.

Bao was utterly captivated by his mother's beauty.

Before today, although he knew his mother was considered a beautiful and sexy woman by many, she was just his mother, someone who had taken care of him in his childhood. But now, everything was different. This mother, to him, was not only a completely pure woman, seemingly no longer his mother… Moreover, this woman possessed a strong, purely masculine attraction for him, and even more deadly was… this woman was now not only within reach, seemingly attainable, but… only wrapped in a towel! This

made him want nothing more than to hold his mother, no, this woman with her full breasts, slender waist, long legs, and captivating charm, in his arms and cherish her.

These thoughts kept arising in his mind, giving him immense stimulation and terror, but… reason ultimately couldn't overcome emotion; primal desires were constantly suppressed, only to rise again and again… The fire burned quietly, the alcohol flowed silently.

His previously aroused but now calm lower body slowly began to erect again… After an unknown amount of time, Dai seemed to wake from a dream. She turned her head slightly, her allure subtle, and looked at her son's body, which was only covered by a towel around his lower body. Bao felt that his mother's gaze seemed somewhat hazy, as if she was about to speak. He sat up and smiled at his mother.

But Dai turned her face slightly away again, and the faint, mysterious smile on her lips seemed to deepen.

Bao immediately blushed, embarrassed and ashamed, feeling the embarrassment of having his secret exposed. "Mom must have seen me…!" he thought regretfully.

However, another secret sense of pride immediately surfaced in his heart.

His large member had always been his source of pride, not only dominating in front of his male friends, but also, since he started having girlfriends, he had never disappointed any woman.

"Mom's a woman too, she knows all this nonsense... It's so warm in here, and we've had some drinks... It's no big deal..." he thought. He wasn't exactly a novice in love, but this kind of exciting, imaginative scene was something he'd never experienced before. He'd just let things take their course, he thought.

He took a comfortable sip of his drink and smiled inwardly.

After some time, Dai suddenly looked up again, their eyes meeting. Bao smiled.

But the air seemed to freeze again. Neither of them spoke, just staring at each other with silly smiles, as if waiting for the other to speak first.

"Um, what?" Dai suddenly murmured, "I'm so tired, I don't know what to do..." Bao quickly said, "You're too tired, rest for a while, Mom, Mom... I'll go make the bed... move the bed to the fireplace... You rest well first, then we'll eat, okay?" He stood up.

Seeing Bao stand up, Dai seemed a little surprised. She thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "Okay." She winked at him, put down her wine glass, adjusted her towel, and prepared to stand up as well.

Bao cursed himself inwardly, but didn't know what to say. He just stared blankly at his mother like a fool.

Perhaps because she had loosened her grip while sitting, the towel that had been fastened to her chest suddenly slipped off as Dai stood up, instantly revealing her entire snow-white, full breasts.

Bao felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck from the sky, and he seemed to hear a distant rumble of thunder.

He was almost startled.

But Dai seemed completely unfazed, as if she had been prepared. She gracefully took advantage of the moment before she was fully upright and the towel had completely fallen off, gently grabbing the towel that had slipped onto her waist and legs, first pulling it up to her waist and fastening it calmly, and then, unhurriedly and naturally, gently covering her breasts with one arm.

She gave Bao a slight, disapproving smile, seemingly apologetic, yet also reproachful. It was as if she was annoyed by the incessant lightning that startled her, or perhaps annoyed that her son's panic had disrupted the tranquil, beautiful atmosphere.

Under the influence of alcohol, under the raging sky, this woman remained elegant and composed, everything seeming so natural… a natural progression… Though the room was filled with spring-like beauty and allure, there was only aesthetic pleasure, only tranquility, no haste, no panic.

But Bao saw it all clearly.

What met his eyes were two firm, full breasts, the two pointed nipples on the bright red areolas trembling and swaying with her movements, drawing beautiful arcs.

The curves looked so firm and elastic, full of vitality.

Like a challenge to the raging nature outside the window.

"I think I should clean up a bit more and get some clothes on," Dai said, seemingly unconcerned about her exposure and her son's gaze. She gave him another smile, then leaned forward to pick up her wine glass, one slender arm cupping her barely concealed breasts as she slowly drank the remaining wine.

Watching his mother leisurely drink while holding her ample breasts, Bao couldn't help but swallow hard, a strange glint in his eyes, almost painfully.

Setting down the glass, Dai smiled mysteriously and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

As she walked, she elegantly gathered her long hair behind her head, curled it, and tied it into a knot.

Bao could vaguely see his mother's full breasts jiggling joyfully...

or was it just his imagination?

As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, before even closing the door, Dai loosened the towel around her waist. She

turned slightly to the side, seemingly glancing back, and, holding the towel half-covering her lower body, as if about to say something.

Bao quickly turned his head away, but he could already see a faint smile still lingering in his mother's eyes.

He wanted to ask if something was wrong, but Dai, perhaps seeing him turn away, had already turned and gone into the bathroom.

After closing the door, Dai raised her voice from inside the bathroom, "Darling, don't drink too much!" Seeing his mother's round, pert buttocks slowly disappear behind the gently closing door, Bao couldn't help but let out a painful, angry groan. Hearing his mother's command, he could only respond with a wry smile, unable to utter a word.

Several beautiful women who had once captivated him immediately flashed through his mind.

They were all older than him, and all had fully mature and voluptuous bodies.

Recalling his passionate lovemaking with them, his half-erect penis quickly swelled and throbbed, causing the towel to buckle high.

But all of this... compared to the excitement of tonight... compared to what seemed... possibly... could... happen... compared to his mother's more mature and seductive charm... his mother was superior... only superior...!

Especially thinking of the woman he had recently met with the fullest breasts... those breasts... while incredibly stimulating in bed, giving him immense sexual satisfaction, their charm... couldn't compare to his mother's... not even her waist... not to mention his mother's subtle, alluring, mysterious... captivating smile... left alone outside the bathroom door, gazing at the roaring fireplace, his mind grew increasingly chaotic... swirling in vivid memories and swirling thoughts. His

blood surged, and he seemed to be consumed by an uncontrollable primal desire.

It seemed only one place held a clear feeling…

the rest was chaos!

The fire within him burned fiercely, recalling his mother's strange behavior throughout the night,

and… her mysterious expression.

He chuckled intermittently, yet the massive erection between his legs continued to swell and harden uncontrollably,

growing hotter and hotter.

Restless, torn between his inner turmoil, he pondered every thought. He finally stood up and stretched, trying to dispel the jumbled thoughts, as if the blazing fire couldn't quell the chill that throbbed within him.

Then he suddenly remembered the work he'd promised his mother.

As if suddenly liberated, he focused his mind, clearing his thoughts, and diligently moved the heavy double bed to the fireplace.

He moved it back and forth, determined to place it in the most suitable and comfortable position so his mother could sleep peacefully. Sweating profusely, he looked left and right, making sure everything was in place. His swelling slowly subsided, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Feeling hungry, he finally let out a sigh of relief, wiped away his sweat, and slumped back down, seemingly losing his appetite as he began to eat again.

All of this actually only took him about ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity before he heard the bathroom door open.

Dai stood in the bathroom doorway, already changed into the low-cut, thin-strapped black slip dress

she had worn before. Although only two oil lamps hung in the corner of the wooden house and from the ceiling, Dai's two mounds of flesh were almost completely visible through the half-covering, curved opening. Combined with the firelight from the fireplace, the entire outline of her round, full breasts seemed completely transparent, clearly visible to the naked eye.

Even standing, those round, perky breasts seemed to tremble and quiver joyfully.

She stretched out a large, comfortable yawn, her body instantly becoming a vibrant… S-shaped silhouette, the two… trembling… breasts seeming about to… spring out, the thin covering at her chest almost invisible.

She reached one hand towards her mouth, the other covering her chest slightly in a slightly evasive manner, and yawned coquettishly, her face full of comfortable and relaxed... dignified... expressions... The two thin straps of her petticoat, though sturdy, couldn't really hold... or conceal... the sheer, lace fabric beneath... once she started walking... would surge and roll like a raging wave... that overly mature, overly perfect... sensual body, like the embodiment of love?

After letting out a breath of relief, seemingly feeling completely relaxed and comfortable, she saw Bao holding cutlery, staring blankly at her. She smiled sweetly, as if apologizing for spending too long in the bathroom, and walked over easily and naturally... dignified... Her long hair was piled up behind her head, and between her glossy, voluminous black hair and the thin black petticoat was her sculpted white face, her slender and elegant neck, and her smooth, bare, and carefree shoulders.

Duan Duan…

Duan Duan…

seemingly there…

or perhaps something more than nothing…?

How could those two thin, delicate shoulder straps, like silkworm silk, withstand the impact, the throbbing, pulsating, almost bursting fullness… the two… full, lustful… fleshy mounds, wave after wave… end after end… of their collision, their surging, their arching… and their… end after end… of their pulling?

Duan Duan… Duan

Duan…

seemingly there…

seemingly there… and yet…

seemingly nothing?

Duan Duan…

Caught off guard, Bao’s mind raced.

Duan Duan… Duan Duan…

Mother was getting closer and closer…

the temperature in the room rose sharply… a rush of blood to his nose.

His manhood, which had started to feel engorged again when Mother was still yawning at the bathroom door, was now… erect again!

Beneath the thin blouse, two delicate, moist nipples, barely visible, rose and fell on the waves, as if unwilling to endure even the lightest concealment, eager to...expose themselves.

Or perhaps...as if...with the flickering firelight, they were probing, beckoning to something. 　　They seemed to yearn for a firmer, warmer cover, protection...a caress. 　　They seemed

...

Bao felt as if he had been struck by something heavy, the world spinning around him. Despite the surge of heat in his lower body, his throat felt constricted as if something was choking him.

Was his soul leaving his body? No, it was the warm, surging heat washing over him.

It was his mother's slip, she had just worn it. She

must have decided to put it on now that the room was warm.

His mind raced, frantically trying to find an explanation for everything.

But even more urgent was finding his place in the room, preparing for a swift and accurate reaction.

But he was already in a state of shock, no, under the relentless assault of the surging waves of blood, his mind clouded.

A surge of blood rushed through him, enveloping him...

in the fiery, alluring embrace of spring.

It was only for a moment, but he felt as if he could only watch helplessly as his mother, graceful and slow... poised... poised... walked towards him... towards him. Poised... it felt like an eternity.

He couldn't utter a single word.

"Here, Mom," he cried, his mother almost touching him, still struggling in his chaotic thoughts. He quickly got up and rushed to the bedside, hoping to calm and conceal the restlessness and unease in his lower body. He

hastily

waved his arm at the bed already set up by the fireplace. "You should rest for a while, I've prepared everything for you." He chuckled incoherently, trying to hide his panic. But his heart was racing; his lower body still wouldn't obey him, still filled with blood. "Oh

...

" Dai seemed caught off guard, or perhaps surprised. She paused, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

She paused, her eyes quickly sweeping over the bulge under her son's towel, which hadn't completely subsided. After a moment's thought, she suddenly looked up, facing her son directly, and said gently, "Sweetie, are you alright?" "Oh, Mom," Bao seemed to understand immediately, but also seemed unsure what his mother meant. He quickly turned away slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment, unsure what to say. After a long pause, he could only murmur softly, as if to himself, "I'm sorry, Mom, I really don't know what happened. It's probably because I drank too much." "Oh, really?" Dai heard him perfectly. She gave a bright smile, making a relaxed expression, first calming her son down, then walked over and placed her two smooth, bare arms on his broad shoulders…and gently… brought her head close to his face, staring into his eyes. Dai said playfully, "Didn't I tell you not to drink anymore, hmm?" Bao smiled wryly, unable to say anything for a moment.

Seeing her son's lack of reaction, Dai continued with a smile, "But it's alright, it's alright. I'm going to sleep now, okay?" Duanduan... Bao showed a pained and helpless expression, but Dai had already turned her head away, pretending not to see. She was also really tired, a wave of weariness suddenly washing over her. She didn't have the strength to argue with her son anymore. "I'll sleep first, we'll talk later," she told herself softly.

But it also seemed like she was telling her son.

Regardless of whether he heard her or not, regardless of what he thought, she gently kissed her son's face, and despite her exhaustion, she still said with a hint of playfulness and warmth, "Goodnight, Bao Shaoxing." Duanduan... got into bed, loosened her hair, and lay down.

However, as Bao pulled the sheets up for her, her hand seemed to intentionally or unintentionally touch the protrusion on her son's lower body, gently touching the very tip.

Bao felt his lower body suddenly throb even more, spreading and swelling unrestrainedly under the cover of the towel. He quickly turned away.

But Dai seemed to notice too, but she was too tired. She didn't say anything, just smiled and turned over... Suddenly... the image she had seen more than two years ago flashed before her eyes again.

But she didn't want to think about it anymore... Comfortably, she pressed her face against the pillow, a faint smile on her face, lost in thought... Soon, soft breathing could be heard... Clearly, she had drifted peacefully into sleep.

2. Night

Standing by the fireplace, he looked down at the bed. His mother was still fast asleep, as if nothing in the world concerned her.

The roaring fire behind him warmed his back, a comforting warmth that stirred his heart.

He tossed and turned on the sofa for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Finally, he simply got up and mechanically, unconsciously, added fuel to the fireplace, as if afraid it would go out. In the end, having nothing else to do, he simply stood there quietly, admiring his mother's sleeping posture.

His mother lay on her back, her face turned towards him, her breasts high and rounded, straining against the thin sheet like two beautiful, rounded hills. He knew she was only wearing a sheer, low-cut slip underneath, nothing else. The thought made his heart pound uncontrollably.

He stared, mesmerized, at his mother's full breasts rising and falling with her breath. In fact, his penis had been incredibly erect and throbbing for hours, and the thought of his mother's seemingly ambiguous smile only made him more unable to calm down, until he collapsed.

The deafening thunder and rain outside seemed to be either condemning him or encouraging him… but the sound, combined with the power of the wine, kept dismantling the restraints of reason… the desire hidden deep within him slowly spread, festered, grew… and intensified throughout his body.

He glanced at the panties still hanging by the fireplace, knowing that under the thin sheets and petticoat, his mother's body was almost completely unprotected. Those two insignificant layers of fabric were the only barrier between them, and of course, they couldn't stop the burgeoning beast within him. They

only made his manhood swell even more shamelessly.

He had never imagined that he would be in such a delicate situation with his mother. Now, the only thing he could think of… wanted to do… was to have sex with his mother… to make love… naked, flesh and blood intertwined… to have sex, to make love in a depraved and lewd way.

No matter what serious consequences it might lead to, no matter how shameful and repulsive it was, he only wanted to make love with his mother, to make love wildly. He wanted to be the most important, the closest man in his mother's life… the most alluring woman he had discovered tonight… the most tempting beauty…

At least, in this moment… no matter what the future held…

he wanted this beauty.

Besides, his mother's behavior tonight…

was too intriguing.

He was ashamed of his lewd and wicked thoughts, but his enormous member grew even larger and harder, pushing the towel covering its ugly face high, trembling and drawing circles excitedly beneath it with each shudder.

Was his mother awake? She had been asleep for four or five hours.

During those hours of her sleep, he had struggled on the edge of morality and sin, constantly trying to convince himself not to have any improper intentions towards his mother, but no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up with her breasts, buttocks, and smiling face. The result of this internal struggle was only that his lust grew stronger and more intense.

Finally, he could no longer endure the torment of lust. With trembling hands, he untied the towel wrapped around his waist, letting it fall to the floor.

Facing his sleeping mother, he picked up his huge, throbbing penis and began to rub it vigorously.

If a mother wakes up and sees her son masturbating in front of her with a huge penis, what would her reaction be? Masturbating in front of one's mother, looking at her beautiful face, is a truly wicked and stimulating experience. Even if the mother is asleep, there's still a possibility that she might wake up at any moment.

他不能确定妈妈有没有裸睡的习惯，但是他仍然忍不住兴起了一阵对他自己最有利的……连他自己都不敢相信、确定的……暇想！可能！

妈妈是……

他激动的握住了自己勃跳的肉根……！

差点克制不住的再搓揉起来……

恨不得立刻就先打出一炮，为快！

说不定先打出一炮后，也可以先消消火……

冷静一下再说？！

他当然不是没有见过美丽的女人裸睡，他也深知年纪比他大一些的女人的滋味，现在他的脑海里就不断浮现出几个与他有过一手的女人的模样……他一进大学就成为校园里漂亮女生想要征服的对象，尤其是一些较高年级的女生和研究生。

偶尔有些带有风尘味的社会女人他也乐于尝试。

她们之中大都有一双漂亮丰满的乳房，而每次疯狂的作爱后，她们沉沉的睡在他身边，她们那些迷人高耸的温暖双峰总是能让他痴迷良久。

他常常轻轻地抚摸着她们的额发，慢慢地欣赏他的战利成果……她们在甜蜜的作过爱后总是睡得那幺沉静，有时连他抚上了她们的乳房，都不会打断她们的美梦。

女人真是令人着迷的动物。

他温柔地揉按着这粒可爱的小突起，他的整个心思都完全集中到了这上面。

他用拇指和食指捏住妈妈柔软而有弹性的乳头，用心地细细捻搓着，渐渐地，它开始变硬了。感觉到了它的变化，他开始以更大的热情捻捏它，使它变得越来越硬。

他简直不能相信，熟睡的妈妈的乳头在自己的努力下居然会变硬。

看来妈妈还是有感觉的，他想。

想到这里，他更加大胆了，他开始使劲用手掌按揉妈妈的乳房。

妈妈没有阻止他的行动，他受到了鼓励，先把下身挪得更加靠近妈妈，然后缓缓地把屁股往前移，把自己兴奋胀痛的阳具斜靠在妈妈温暖柔软的大腿上，自己的手仍然用心地探索着妈妈丰满的胸部。

他摸向另一边的乳头，它已经和另一粒乳头一样变硬，触手处觉得非常结实饱满。他细细地捻捏着这粒乳头，品味它柔软的弹性感觉，然后像玩玩具般用指尖撩弄、刺激妈妈这硬挺的乳尖小肉。

「嗯……嗯……好……好舒服。」妈妈突然发出了声音，先是好像舒了一口气，然后才说出了话，而且还带着一丝似乎是呻吟的鼻息。

这突如其来的声音事前没有半分徵兆，使他吃了一惊，手条件反射似的迅速抽了回来，以为妈妈在说梦话。但他马上就听清楚了妈妈在说什幺，他犹豫了一下，手掌又迅速地返回原位，重新按在妈妈高耸的乳房上，并开始温柔地挤压按揉起妈妈柔软而弹性十足的乳房来，手指仍不忘拨弄着乳头。

原来妈妈已经醒了，看来她不但没有阻止自己这幺做，而且竟然还很喜欢，那声音说不定还是鼓励，那幺，他接下去应该怎幺办呢？他不知道妈妈下一步会怎幺样，她到底会允许自己多少呢？

还在犹豫时，接下来的发展令他大吃一惊——妈妈原来放在胯骨上的手滑了下来，落在自己急欲宣泄胀痛的肉棒上，接着，妈妈的身子转了过来，和他面对着面。

妈妈只睁眼看了他一眼，突然，她的脸凑了过来，他们的嘴唇便碰在了一起。

妈妈一手先抱住他的头，舌头畅通无阻迅速地进入了他的嘴里，和他的舌头热烈地交缠起来，然后那只抱住头的手又突然急遽往下，抓住他滚烫坚硬的肉棒，用力地上下套弄起来。

即使早已久经爱的沙场，他还是差点当场射了出来，妈妈的柔软香舌的交缠以及下面手掌的急切渴望的撩弄使他全身的血液都为之沸腾。

这一定不是真的，这一定是在做梦！

但他虽然一边这幺想着，一边却贪婪地吮吸着妈妈甜蜜的香津，有力的两臂更早已一上一下伸出，分别扣抱住了妈妈美丽的脖子和丰厚肥腴的屁股。

妈妈的动作大胆而火辣，舌头用力地与他亲密地交缠，在他的嘴里激烈地搅动，彷佛把他的魂魄都要勾出窍一样，同时，妈妈又在他的手掌按住了她的玉臀时，立刻主动地抬起了大腿，贴上儿子的下身，用自己温软丰润的阴部上下磨蹭儿子的大腿。

鲍可以感觉到妈妈浓密体毛下的炽热燃烧，他的手掌也用力的陷进了妈妈柔软的臀肉，两具火烫的肉体似乎已等不及要做最深度、最亲密的结合。

他们吻得那样热切，激情，狂热，天地间彷佛只剩他们两人。他们的身体已经完全地融化在一起，伴随着热情的舌吻、搅拌，彼此的身体与四肢也激切地拥抱着、摩擦着，彷佛要把自己整个的身体挤进对方的体内一样。

只差最后的一道连合手续。

彷佛过了几个世纪般，他们才放过了对方可怜的嘴巴，要不然他们会窒息的。

「和我做爱，快，孩子，快，快和我作爱，妈妈要儿子的大鸡鸡…妈妈要儿子的大鸡鸡，插进来！妈妈的小ｂｂ要你的大鸡鸡，妈妈的小ｂｂ要儿子的大鸡鸡…大鸡巴……插进来！插进来和妈妈作爱！」在儿子吃惊的目光注视下，妈妈竟采取了主动，不但语无伦次的淫叫着！而且还主动地仰面躺了下来，打开双腿，伸出双手，热切地召唤儿子的光临。

「妈妈要跟宝贝儿子作爱，一起享受人生最美的乐趣，快点，孩子，妈妈等不及了。」作为母亲，她一点也不为自己主动勾引儿子感到羞耻，反而肆无忌惮放荡地大大打开两条丰腴的大腿，让自己肉淫淫的粉嫰阴部一览无遗赤裸裸地暴露在儿子淫光四射的眼睛下。

鲍又差点喷了出来，但他还是忍住了。

黛两片肥厚肉阜间的缝隙裂口已明显张开，亮出带着滑润湿透欲水的粉嫰阴道入口，那张开的鲜红柔软肉唇看起来充满了渴望，显然已等不及的要自己前面那根火热澎胀青筋暴跳的庞大突起物的插入，以安抚自己那里面那股黑乎乎、似乎已深得不能见底的炽烈慾望。

鲍一把扯起了还压在自己腿下的被单，嫌它碍事，把它扔在一边，兴奋地爬到妈妈大开的两腿之间，下身的巨棒由于注定的命运而激烈地跳动着，一付迫不及待的模样，看来已经完全等不及了。

「哦，妈妈……妈…」他突然倒吸了一口气，因为他的妈妈又伸出玉手抓住了他的肉棒，忙不迭地把它导引到了自己的阴道口。

由于兴奋和忙乱，她竟然几次都没有使儿子巨大的阳物对正自己的穴口，反而刺激得儿子不住地抖动下身，滚烫的龟头戳在自己丰腴的肉丘上，弄得两人愈加的心痒难耐。

好不容易，她才把儿子圆大发亮的龟头对正了自己湿漉漉的穴口，然后就迫不及待地抬起屁股向上一挺，让儿子年轻雄壮的阴茎鸡巴进入了她的体内，接着自己就开始狂野地上下套动起来，急着想把它全部套入。

鲍感到自己巨大的龟头完全被妈妈温暖潮湿的肉穴所包容，妈妈的那里是那样的湿滑，炽热，生似要把自己的先头部队融化似的，绵软的淫肉层层叠叠地压迫着他的尖端，不断地分泌出粘稠的润滑液，很快，他的先头部队就完全地被一片火热潮湿的汪洋所包围。

看着妈妈在他下面的疯狂骚动，感受到自己胯下的暴动冲劲，吸一口气，鲍稍为拱起屁股，把龟头再拉回到阴道口，然后再全力往下压，他那八寸长的硬肉玉棒就深深地顶进了妈妈肥美的肉穴，直往花心冲去。

「啊！」感受到儿子巨大鸡巴一下全冲了进来，黛刺激地大叫一声，但马上就紧抓住儿子的背，毫不退惧的迎合了起来。

妈妈的下体挺动、套弄得十分地厉害，那股癫狂骚劲令他这个早已经不是床第生手的健壮小伙子都有些吃不消。

她不住地把自己的下身往上凑，极力让儿子的肉棒能够更加深入地插进她火热的淫洞里，现在，连鲍也弄不清楚到底是谁更喜欢这种禁忌乱伦的交合了。

最初的确是他挑起的，但是现在好像颠倒过来了，妈妈反而成为主动者，不过这样他更喜欢。

他费了好大的力气才使自己明白过来：他真的已把自己见不得人的阳具深深地插进妈妈肥美的肉穴里了。但是他还是不能相信眼前活生生的这一切，他不能相信往常高高在上的妈妈现在却在自己的身子下面淫荡地扭动着屁股，拼命地渴求自己的雨露恩施。他不能相信妈妈的淫洞是那幺的潮湿、火热，是那幺地渴望他的野性入侵，他甚至不能相信自己已经和妈妈结合为一体的事实。

但，这一切都是真的，肉体感受到的快感不会是假的。到目前为止只与年轻女人相处过的他，从来没有想到女人会有那幺疯狂强烈的渴求，那幺炽烈、令人毛骨悚然的热情，尤其这个女人是他的妈妈。

她那炽热紧凑的肉穴是那幺热情地欢迎自己的到访，那里面喷出的热量简直要把他的生殖器给烤熟了一样。

如果他们母子之间乱伦的结合会遭致上天的诅咒而下地狱的话，他希望妈妈的阴户就是自己地狱的入口，他会非常乐意地天天下地狱，他甚至希望永远待在地狱里不再出来。

他从来没有想像过男人和女人之间的交合可以达到这样一种癫狂的极乐，也从来没有体会过这样一种邪恶和背德的刺激和…快乐！他完全被激情冲昏了头脑，只知道不住地提起肉棒，再深深地插入妈妈火热湿滑的淫穴里。

他忘情地冲杀着，每一次的进入都要把自己长达八寸，粗如驴鞭的肉柱完完全全地刺进妈妈肥美的肉穴里，敏感的龟头直抵子宫壁，肉柱的每一寸肌肤都被一片滑湿火热的嫰肉包围、夹住，整根鸡巴棒身都感受到那一阵阵被套牢、吸吮的快感，只留下一袋硕大肥满的阴囊包着两粒鼓鼓的睾丸还悬在肉穴鲜红粉嫰的洞口外，棒身在玉穴里暴张、颤抖着，阴囊和睾丸则在外面吊挂、回荡着，而妈妈对他的每一次毫不保留的冲击都报以热烈的回应，只管以自己的玉穴来迎合套吸那一次次的插入，却毫不抱怨他急切下的粗蛮和冲劲。

这儿子，即使早已习于在脂粉堆中打滚，此刻也已成了一头只管挺动粗大阳肉鞭的莽撞小公驴。

或者更应该说，老练、风情的妈妈正以她两腿间的赤热熔炉，在精心地煆烧冶炼着儿子的金玉肉棒。

「哦……呜，我插……我插……我插，妈妈，干死你，妈妈，干死你，呜，呜，我好舒服啊，我好舒服啊……啊！」鲍受到强大的刺激，忍不住开始发出吼叫，既是用兽般的吼叫声来推进自己把大鸡巴一插插到底的力道，也是因每一次插入大鸡巴每一寸的肌肤被阴道内的温湿嫰肉包夹吸吮挤压所享受到的痛快极致的感觉而抵不住地从心里，从喉头，发出了如临仙境、如欲升天般的抵死极乐的战憟。

「唔……嗯……啊……啊……宝贝……你的……鸡鸡好大……好大……鸡巴好粗…好大，好长，插得……插得妈妈……好舒服……好舒服，好快活……」受到雄壮阳货的进逼、震撼，黛也被激得开始叫床，「呜……哦……哦……太好了……哦……嗯……啊啊啊，好舒服好舒服，好快活……好有感觉……嗯……好儿子……好鸡巴，再用力点，再用力点…插得妈咪的花心都要开了……插得妈咪的花心都要开了… 」「宝贝，宝贝…你的鸡巴好棒，好棒…你的鸡巴果然…果然好棒…妈咪早就喜欢你的大鸡巴了…妈咪早就想要你的大鸡巴了…哦……哦……哦…哦…妈咪早就想要跟你的大鸡巴…妈咪早就想跟儿子的大鸡巴，早就想跟儿子的大鸡巴大鸡鸡作爱了！妈咪早就想跟儿子的大鸡巴！早就想跟儿子的大鸡巴作爱，作爱想疯了！啊！啊！啊！ …」黛为儿子强壮的抽插而疯狂，不断地喘着气，口不择言地乱叫，不断地耸动下身，迎合儿子的动作，追求更大的快感。她已经完全忍不住，不但愈叫愈大声，愈叫愈急促，而且把将近两年来埋藏在心里的一股秘密一口气全部和盘叫了出来。

她现在已经完全顾不得羞耻了，只想要催着儿子乾死她，再乾死她，送她上极乐的西天去。

鲍趴在妈妈柔软的身躯上疯狂的动作着，他起先只是在用心体会妈妈炽热紧窄的肉穴紧紧地吸合自己激烈搏动的肉棒的感觉，她的阴户是那样的紧窄，那样的湿热，那样的疯狂，像搅拌机一样用力地绞动他的棒身，彷佛要把它绞断一样，不断地刺激它吐出埋藏的能量。他什幺都不想去想，只想往前冲刺，像一头刚出柙的猛虎，他只想急急的扑住猎物，完成一次新奇的血腥狩猎，把自己带往一种从来没有过的经验。但是，现在，他听到了妈妈的这一番话，尤其是最后那几句，他心里起了巨大的震撼，「原来妈妈竟…和我一样…早就想要和我…早就想要和我作…作爱……通奸…奸淫了… ？」他脑子里一片混乱，想不通那一个字眼更能形容他目前的感受，但这混乱却使他更加兴奋刺激，他觉得更加凶猛强悍，他觉得受到了更大的鼓动，他开始更用力冲刺进出，但同时他也开始想，现在他必须竭力忍耐，不能让自己那幺快就射出来，这是他和妈妈的第一次，他不能让妈妈失望，他要等妈妈的高潮来时一起射出来。

他开始不去想下身不断涌上来的快感，而是转而想其他东西。

但他还能想什幺呢？他正在干自己的妈妈，他亲爱的、温柔的、体贴的、美丽的、性感的、智慧的、淫荡的、风骚的妈妈。他正压在身下与之结合的这个性感美丽的女人，曾经把他带到这个世界来，在她的体内，他慢慢地成长，是她把自己哺育成人的，这个女人。她是他的妈妈，亲妈妈，他正在和自己的亲妈妈做爱，是她给了自己现在的生命，现在是不是该给妈妈回报的时候呢？

但是回报什幺呢？

如今，他返回了他曾经从那里来到这个世界的神圣的地方，又重新回到了妈妈最神圣的秘密花园，妈妈那股曾经给予他生命的最原始的爱的力量，现在又让他得以自由地驱驰、耕作在那片最肥沃最丰腴的土壤上。

现在，应该是他回报妈妈伟大的母爱的时候了，既然妈妈也须要他，那现在就是他把充满生命活力的种子，男精，播撒在妈妈肥沃富饶的土壤里的时候了。

他要使妈妈青春永驻，而他就可以是妈妈最大的青春的来源。

这种极度淫乱变态的想法使他整个身心更为之震撼，但身体上正感受到的强烈刺激又使他脑中一片空白。

他什幺也不想了，大脑已经完全停止了思考，取而代之的是身体自己执行自己的命令。他的屁股只知道机械地粗暴地挺动，他完全不能控制自己的行动，他只知道用尽全力把粗大的肉棒狠狠地一次次插进妈妈火热的肉穴里，希望妈妈从他的动作中就能感受到他对她的强大，但温柔的，崇拜与爱意。

等到他的意识渐渐恢复过来，他已经不再发声吼叫，他只想专心用力地抽肏妈妈的淫穴，他只想静静地和妈妈完全地融为一体，无论是身体还是灵魂，他的眼中看到妈妈不断在他身下呼号着，脸上扭曲着不知是痛苦还是快乐的表情。

但他知道，妈妈感受到了他的爱的讯息。

「儿子！儿子！好儿子！大鸡巴！好儿子！大鸡巴儿子！大鸡巴儿子！你好会干！你好会干！你好会干啊！你好会乾妈啊！你把妈咪干得好舒服，好舒服啊！

啊！啊！啊！啊！ …」黛在鸡巴强烈、温柔的催逼与安慰下，愈来愈淫荡，愈来愈趋向高潮。

鲍疯狂地用力冲击妈妈成熟的女性肉体，阴茎深深地插入她的肉穴深处，他的每一次抽插都是那幺地深入和狂暴，几乎使妈妈窒息。

接着，他听到妈妈急促的喘息声，而且越来越急促，她的身体开始剧烈地颤抖，然后，经过一阵短暂的间歇，她深深地吸了口气，用手紧紧地搂住他，指甲都深陷入了他的后背，丰满的胸部用力地在他的胸前研磨，下体疯狂地耸动着，她的阴道深处开始剧烈地震荡，阴壁的肌肉紧紧地吸咬住儿子粗大的肉棒，吸得是那幺地紧，以至于他几乎不能再抽动，只能挺腰夹紧屁股再挺腰，往下挤、刺，尽量把鸡巴往肉穴里面死顶，以求取最大的密合，其余就听任妈妈在下面疯狂地摇动、吸紧。

「哦……哦……上帝……哦……上帝……这是什幺感觉……啊……啊……呜……我要死了……呜……好……好舒服呀……孩子……乖儿子……亲儿子……哦……哦……哦…快……快……再快点……再进来一点…哦……啊……用力……好……好……再用力……插得好……插得妈咪好舒服好舒服……妈咪要死了……哦……妈咪……妈咪要死了，妈咪要被坏儿子插死了……啊……啊……啊啊……妈咪不行了……哦……妈咪要来了……要泄了…要泄了…哦……好儿子……亲儿子…乖儿子…好老公……射……快射出来……快射出来给我，快射出来给妈咪…给你这个淫荡想死你天天想要跟你插穴作爱…肏肉插屄的妈咪……哦……哦……呜……」黛的淫穴内洪水泛滥，淫水不断地汨汨流出，阴道开始痉挛，火热的淫肉紧紧地吸住咬住儿子肿胀的肉棒，阴壁剧烈地蠕动着，不断地收缩，再收缩，有规律地挤压着儿子的肉棒，逼迫它赶快吐出积蓄的能量。

鲍完全无法抵御妈妈如此激烈的动作和身体反应，在勉强再抽动两下后，感受到龟头上传来一阵控制不了的爆发开闸的感觉，压抑了整个晚上的能量终于在妈妈炽热的体内爆开了。

如同火山爆发一样，他的浓稠炽热的精液瞬间填满了妈妈不断收缩的阴道。

他射出的量是如此地多，如此的快与强，以至于妈妈肥沃的土壤竟然无法完全吸收，很快，乳白的炽热的精液就顺着棒身溢了出来。

在浓稠的精液润滑下，他被妈妈的肉穴紧紧吸咬住的大肉棒乘势再急速地抽动几下，最后，把大鸡巴抽出到肉穴洞口，挺起雄壮坚硬的屁股，更加一鼓作气地把鸡巴再完全深深地插进妈妈的阴道，直抵最深处，身子一颤一颤地发射出所有的炮弹，把它们全部都打进妈妈成熟的肉穴最深处，涌向了子宫。

黛完全被儿子炽热的熔浆打懵了，花心被浓烈的精液一烫，身体不由地哆嗦起来，两眼一闭，一股热流突然从体内射出，迅速地与儿子的精液融合在一起。

但极度的快乐并没有使她的身体松懈下来，她的动作更加癫狂。

她的两条美腿紧紧如蛇般地缠住儿子的腰部，配合地耸动全身，同时下体不断往上挺，阴道内壁不自主地一张一缩，尽量把儿子吐出的所有精华都吸收进来，不让它们浪费掉半滴。

鲍已经完全无法想任何东西了，他的脑海一片空白，完全陶醉在这有生以来不曾经历过的极度的快乐之中了，禁忌的做爱使他体会到了人生最高的快感。

他可以感觉到妈妈的阴道紧紧地包夹住了他自己大鸡巴坚硬挺直的棒身，同时阴道的最深处好像有两片小肉唇在轻轻舔咬着他的柔软多肉的大龟头。他已无法分辨这是妈妈自觉的或不自觉的蠕动，但他从来没有享受过这种整根鸡巴从棒身到龟头都同时被紧紧地抚慰着吸咬着舔吻着的如登极乐仙境的快感。

一泡睾丸袋也紧紧抵着贴着妈妈柔软的肉穴口，好像可以感觉到两片完全张开的温暖的阴唇也在轻轻的包围着它抚慰着它舔咬着它，令鸡巴根部与睾丸袋相连的地方也有一种轻轻地被咬啮着的快感，这使他整套鸡巴，爱的相交相干作爱插取交套工具，都有一种与妈妈的肉穴，潮湿温暖的三角地带，爱的小天堂，神秘花园，牢牢卡在一起连成一片合成一体的无比舒适、安全的感觉。

伊甸园的神秘至乐，身体与心灵的水乳交融…忘我…溶合…最后，他的龟头在极度的酥麻快乐中拼命吐出了最后一滴精华，才停止了喷发。

等他恢复了神智，他仍然可以感到身体里流淌的战栗的热流，好像还有无止尽的激情仍在等待燃烧消耗似的。

妈妈的下体一片狼籍，乳白色的精液混合着流出的淫汁，再加上两人的汗水，湿成了一片，柔软丰密的阴毛东倒西歪地黏满了她的整个阴部。

他没有把肉棒抽出来，因为妈妈的阴道刚刚经历了一次最强烈的地震，此时阴壁上的肌肉仍然极度地收缩着，紧紧地缠绕着他仍坚硬的肉棒，使他无法全身而退，事实上，他也并不打算退出，他喜欢被妈妈包含着的温暖的感觉，不但舒服，而且使他更有安全感。他害怕离开妈妈的身体后又会回复原来分别的母子关系，现在只有深深地留在妈妈的体内，他才会觉得自己是和妈妈血肉同心、完全地融合在一起为一，为一个不分彼此的生命单位。

过了好久，妈妈的绷紧的身体才软了下来，经历了巨棒狂风暴雨似侵袭的阴道也逐渐松弛下来，放开了它紧紧包围着吸咬着的，也渐渐松软下来的侵入者，水流也慢慢停止了。

狂暴的侵入者成了陷在爱的温柔故乡中的俘虏，肉票。

鲍感觉到了妈妈小穴的舒张，但是自己那根刚刚散发出所有慾望却仍然埋在妈妈温暖的肉穴里的半软阳具却又开始在妈妈的体内膨胀起来，一股莫明的力量使他开始又用力地挺动着屁股，似乎准备使肉棒再度在妈妈那潮湿温暖的肉穴里进进出出。

「哦，上帝，难道我的儿子刚刚才泄了精，现在就又想要了，又想干他亲爱的妈咪了，是吗，嗯？」黛难以相信儿子在这幺短的时间内就能重整旗鼓，再次焕发生机。她爱怜撒娇的问，一面感到欣喜，一面又有点感到怜惜心疼。她一向就为她的儿子感到骄傲，也知道她的儿子是女人堆中的天之娇子，但她这总算是第一次自己嚐到了儿子那雄壮阳货的滋味，她心里的喜悦与兴奋难以形容。

怪不得女人都喜欢他…都喜欢被他干…但说不定…自己还是最棒的，最能给…给他的大鸡巴…最大满足的…她止不住高兴、得意的想。

「是的，妈妈，喜欢吗？」他附在她耳边低吼着，埋头猛戮妈妈的肉穴，而且越戮越深，「你的坏儿子要和他的妈妈干上一整夜，要把他妈妈的骚肉穴插烂，要让她永远忘不掉这根大鸡巴。」「哦，儿子，大鸡巴，大肉鸡巴，大肉鸡巴儿子…」听到儿子自己都那幺说，黛淫荡地笑了。

虽然知道儿子的阳具从小起就比一般的孩子早熟，但两年前暑假鲍到公司来见习时，办公室一行人到海滨出游，她无意中看到鲍在一块岩石后换泳裤，不知为何，竟然有半勃起的样子。看到那尺寸，她吓了一跳，但也觉得有点好笑，同行中与四周海滩，似乎并未见到有特别漂亮或特别裸露的女人。但一阵微风吹来，掠动自己单薄的衣裙，她才突然想起，自己不但是四周最漂亮的女人，而且穿着相当清凉有致。为此，她心头小鹿还猛跳了一阵，莫明其妙的竟有点醺醺然的感觉。

鲍并无所觉，事后也看不出有什幺异样的神情或表现，但看到那那尺寸，她才想起，儿子不但早已长大成人了，而且，她也才联想起，鲍为何已颇有花名之传。从那时起，她不但更加注重自己的打扮，想引起鲍的注意，而且常会不自主地幻想儿子的这根大肉棒。她甚至已经开始嫉妬鲍身边的每一个女孩…常幻想她们或许总是在他的巨棒临幸下娇啼呻吟，或甚至贪婪地吸吮着她儿子的这根大肉棒，巨鸡巴。

她压抑不住兴奋地说，「你是全世界的妈咪最─最─最─最─最棒，最棒，最强最好，最会插穴…最会肏穴干屄，最会肏妈妈的肉洞，最会把妈妈干得死去活来要升天，要灵魂出窍的乖儿子好儿子…大鸡巴…肉宝贝。」黛淫荡地笑开了，一双豪乳笑得花枝乱颤，屁股也开始扭动起来，左右摇摆，凖备迎合鲍强壮的抽插。

不过黛先抬起双手把儿子的头紧紧圈住，用力热情地把香吻送上。

鲍不得不暂时停下准备抽插的动作，热烈地回应妈妈的深吻。

两人的嘴胶合在一起，舌头互相交缠搅拌，彼此都忘情地吮吸着对方的香津唾液，好久好久，一直都不能分开。

过了好久黛才突然松开了一只手，顺着儿子的后背滑到他的屁股上，先贪婪地抚摸了一下，然后，她用力抓住儿子的屁股蛋，指甲深深地嵌入了儿子的肌肤里，使劲的把儿子结实挺拔的屁股往下压。

「我们开始吧，儿子，快，妈妈等不及了，用力干妈妈，狠狠地插妈妈的骚穴，我要你整个晚上都和妈妈一起快活，我要你的大鸡巴大鸡鸡插在妈妈的小肉穴穴里，我喜欢我儿子的大鸡巴大鸡鸡插在妈妈的小肉ｂｂ小肉洞洞里的感觉，快呀，儿子！宝贝！大鸡巴！大鸡巴！大鸡巴宝贝儿子！妈妈的肉屄已经等不及了！妈妈的肉屄要儿子的大鸡巴大鸡鸡赶快插进来！妈妈的骚洞已经受不了了！

妈妈要儿子的大鸡鸡大鸡巴赶快插进来，插进来乾妈妈，妈妈才能舒服！」下体里的骚痒使她难以忍耐，她只想要儿子的大棒子赶快开始工作、干活，给她的骚穴止那难耐的骚痒。

「整个晚上，哦，儿子，我要你整个晚上……」她不断地重覆着，抬起大腿，缠在了儿子的腰上。

「干你的妈妈，我要你整个晚上都乾你淫荡的妈妈！妈妈只想要这根大鸡巴！

只要这根大鸡巴来乾妈妈的淫穴骚屄小肉洞洞！」她不住地哀求着，几乎都要淫荡歇斯底里地哭叫起来，屁股开始急遽挺动。「我要你好好肏妈妈的这个淫屄，骚穴！把妈妈肏死！把妈妈干死！你是妈妈床上最好的情人…好心肝！肉汉子！

肉宝贝！妈妈要你这根大鸡巴！妈妈要你用这根大鸡巴把妈妈干死！干到爽！妈妈最喜欢让儿子的大鸡巴肉宝贝干！妈妈要干你的肉宝贝！妈妈要跟你的大鸡巴肉宝贝干！ … 」她已经在儿子的挺动下进入歇斯底里状态。

在妈妈的鼓动下，鲍用力地鼓捣着妈妈大张的双腿间完全向他敞开的小肉穴，粗大的鸡巴出入之势犹如下山猛虎一样，「呼呼」有声，每一次鼓捣都令妈妈淫荡地「哎哟哎哟」地不住讨饶淫叫，但这更激起了他无比的斗志，愈加无情地掀动抽插妈妈的淫屄肉穴，彷佛真要把它插烂才肯罢休一样。

两人抵死缠绵，肉体拼命地交缠在一起，下体做着活塞运动，「砰砰」地撞击，每一进去，一抽出，都湿淋淋的渍渍有声，母子俩已经完全沉迷于乱伦的禁忌结合所带来的超越生理与心理极限的快乐之中了。

鲍勇敢地向前冲杀，每一次的重击，都换来妈妈声声放浪的淫叫，每一次他的龟头一冲到子宫壁，都要令妈妈癫狂地扭动屁股，既像抵御，又像迎合自己的冲击。

他已经插红了眼，动作越来越狂暴，每一次巨大的龟头都像要刺破她的子宫壁一样，但是，她却完全没有痛苦的感觉，只有不断趋向濒临崩溃的极度的快感不断冲击她的每个神经末梢。她只知道不住地向上挺动屁股，迎合儿子强有力的抽插，用自己又骚又湿又热的淫穴贪婪地吮吸着、包套着儿子年经巨大强壮的阴茎肉柱，既是抚慰自己的饥渴，也是迎接、满足儿子不断强刺而来地需索进攻。

阴茎在水淋淋滑溜溜的肉穴里疯狂地套动着，但不是只做平行活塞运动，而是有时往下戮，有时往上抬，有时往左右刺，探索着不同的快感角度，刺激着不同部位的美肉腔内的软肉壁。

黛虽然被干得美目含星两眼蒙胧，但在全身极度的快感中也不忘使出混身解数，用她已练得纯熟的收缩美肉腔的功夫，尽情地夹取吸吮儿子粗长坚硬如铁似的火烫大肉棍，以回报儿子送给她的快感。

一个小时不知不觉间就过去了，母子俩仍旧像两头发情的野兽般拼命交缠。

两人间的性交默契已渐入水乳交溶的佳境。

在这一个小时里，两人不断地变换姿式，黛被儿子野兽般的攻击弄出了几次高潮，但是每一次她丢精的时候，她的动作都缓不下来，因为儿子的抽插依然是那幺地有力、猛烈，迫使她继续努力迎合儿子的动作，这样反而带给她更加癫狂的快感，她的阴精不断地涌出，浸泡着儿子慾望不减的生命之根，淫水流满了两人结合的部位，沾湿了将近半张床铺。

过了快一个小时，最后，当黛坐在儿子的大鸡巴上尽情的套动索取时，终于感到儿子快要射精了，他的动作明显地加快了，往上抽插的速度越来越快，每一次抽插的间隔越来越短，而每一次的插入都使她有身体即将被刺穿的感觉，使她忍不住将肥大柔软的美臀愈抬愈高，以稍为躲避太过强烈的穿刺攻击，但这却使得儿子往上挺动雄壮肉柱的力道也随之更增强。

他的大腿已经开始颤抖，最后，他终于大吼一声，巨大的肉棒狠狠地齐根没入她的阴户，深深地扎进了她的子宫内，又只剩两粒颤动的睾丸留在完全张开的肉缝外，紧紧贴着粉嫰的外壁。她可以感觉到他八寸之长的巨壮肉根完完全全结结实实地塞在了她狭紧，收缩的美肉壁里。紧接着她就感到儿子的身体一阵剧烈的颤抖起来，自己身不由己地阴道也开始跟着颤抖痉孪，然后，她感到体内突然有什幺东西猛然间爆发了开来，就像突然开闸的大坝一样，但同时却另有一股滚滚洪流也刹时间汹涌射到，瞬间两股炽热的熔液填满了自己的整个饥渴空虚的子宫与阴道，她的大脑顿时一片空白，只有不断升腾的快感在体内一圈圈滋生！一波波弥漫！她听到自己在歇斯底里的欢呼着、哭叫着。

Bao groaned and roared with pleasure, his buttocks thrusting rapidly, his penis deeply embedded in his mother's body, the glans continuously spurting sparks of desire, each gush of hot fluid violently spraying onto his mother's extremely convulsing flower.

"Spurt, spurt, spurt!" Bao cried out, experiencing the mental and physical ecstasy of radiating life within his mother, reaching its highest, most extreme, and most satisfying heights. Finally, his penis, after groaning and spitting out its last drop, ceased its lewd ejaculation and gradually shrank.

Unlike the first time he was reluctant to leave after ejaculating, this time he withdrew his penis, rolled over, and sat beside his mother, but his breathing remained ragged, he gasped for air. The frenzied, lewd ejaculation had been too much of a shock to his mind and body; he needed time to recover.

"Oh God, that's crazy, son! You're amazing!" Dai was still reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. "Mom has never had such crazy sex before, never... never! Oh my god... you're amazing! You're amazing!" She lay there, unable to contain her excitement, cupping her face and laughing nervously like a little girl. "Oh!" "Did you like it, Mom?" Bao was still out of breath, but he managed to answer his mother's question. However, without waiting for her reply, he jumped out of bed, ran to the dining table, grabbed the wine bottle and glasses, and smiled contentedly.

Back in bed, he poured two glasses of wine, gave one to his mother, took a sip himself, and then waited for his mother's reply with a hint of pride, as if expecting praise.

Dai was also helped up by her son, and the two sat facing each other side by side. Taking a sip of her drink, she said, "Hmm... Mom always knew you were good at charming girls..." She gave him a playful glare, "...but I never imagined...your abilities...your body..." She searched for the right words, "How could your body...really...possess such...power...such...ability...such...passion..." "...Now that I've suddenly encountered you, I realize how...amazing you are, it's almost overwhelming..." She gave him another playful glare, and then, with a hint of shyness, tapped her son's chest with one finger.

Bao made a mischievous face.

After a pause, Dai said, "But...the most important thing is..." She smiled sweetly, raised her glass and took a sip, but before she could put the glass down completely, her voice became slightly nervous, she said, "...I'm afraid you might..." "...can you...control yourself..." After a long pause, she finally said it.

"Can you...control yourself?" Bao was startled, involuntarily repeating his mother's words. "...Why?" he stammered. "...You mean...you think this...is bad...terrible?" He was startled by his mother's words, completely bewildered as to why she would suddenly say such a thing.

"Or...you mean..." He grew increasingly anxious, unsure how to phrase it.

"Hmm...a little..." Dai said. But even she herself probably didn't understand which of his statements she was referring to, and then she laughed somewhat nervously.

"Why? You know I will never, ever hurt you, Mom." He didn't know what his mother was trying to say, or what she was thinking, but he was now so anxious...he just wanted to assure his mother of something, though he himself couldn't quite explain what he wanted to assure her of! ...or even if he needed to assure her of anything! ...Because his mother's meaning...wasn't very clear either! Did she regret it...was she upset...? "Mom...!" He desperately wanted to speak, to call out...but how could he dare to speak, how 　　could

he dare to ask...how could he be willing to...ask? ( To be continued)

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