[Tie Mom to the bed]

It was another weekend, and this was probably the most stressful weekend I'd ever had. Mom only worked half a day before coming home, which was their usual routine; while others got two days off a week, they got two and a half. Mom could never have imagined that today might be the most unforgettable and humiliating day of her life, nor did she notice the lust behind my gaze. "Mom, I hope we'll never be apart..." I said, emboldened by a few sips of beer, my eyes burning as I scanned her face. Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because Mom felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't talk nonsense. When you're settled and have your own family, we'll naturally be apart. Then you can come visit me often, and I'll be content..." "...No...no...I never want to be apart from Mom, never..." My tongue started to slur. The blatant confession moved Mom, but she was also a little flustered. "What's wrong with you today? Talking nonsense like this." Mom looked at me suspiciously, paused for a moment, and then got up to take a shower. I didn't dare stay in the living room, afraid that a moment of impulse would lead to something uncontrollable. I entered the bedroom and turned on the monitor, my heart filled with conflict. On one hand, I was excited and expectant; on the other hand, I feared that mishandling the situation would lead to irreversible consequences. I had once imagined enjoying my mother's company while she was unconscious, knowing only that she would remain unaware, but I also felt that such a life was unbearable. I needed face-to-face interaction. Lost in thought, I saw my mother enter the bedroom. On the monitor, her familiar figure sat at the dressing table, downing a glass of water in one gulp. Ionized water was applied to her face, and she collapsed onto the bed, the towel still on her hair. I knew the drug had taken effect… I carefully closed the curtains and gently lifted my mother's body. This was the first time I had touched her flesh, and even through her clothes, my hands trembled with excitement. My mother was limp, like a lump of mud, her skin damp and clinging to her clothes. Removing her clothes took immense effort. After so longing for so long, my mother's body was finally revealed before me. Aside from her panties and bra, Mom was completely naked. Her skin, deprived of sunlight for a long time, was dazzlingly white. Her pores were so small they were barely visible. Mom loved vegetables, and her body was well-hydrated, making her skin smooth, supple, and radiant. Her figure was slightly plump, with a thin layer of fat covering her muscles, giving her a glossy, elastic, and wonderfully smooth feel. Although her slightly protruding belly disrupted her proportions, her intertwined legs still aroused boundless lust. I was about to violate Mom's delicate body, but it wasn't too late to stop. After a slight hesitation, I made my final decision. What wouldn't a person who isn't afraid of death do? I used the soft cloth strips I had prepared beforehand to tie Mom's wrists and ankles to the headboard and footboard respectively. At this moment, Mom was fixed in a "spread-eagle" position, a lamb to the slaughter. After securing her hands and feet, I took out a black blindfold and covered Mom's eyes. I dared not violate her under her gaze, and I also tied a strip of cloth around her mouth. When the moment arrived, I somehow managed to avoid touching her body, whether out of fear or some other reason. After everything was settled, I realized that in my panic, I hadn't removed my mother's underwear; a simple process had taken me a long time. There probably wasn't enough time to untie the strips around her ankles and remove her underwear; I left it to fate, who knew what would happen next. My mother's body stirred; the drug's effects were probably wearing off. It was too late to back out now. I suddenly calmed down, removed all my clothes, and climbed onto my mother's delicate body. My hands roamed over her lower abdomen; her skin was so white and tender, making my hands appear dark and rough. "...Mmm..." My mother seemed to swallow, turning her head to the side. My wet tongue slid across the inside of her thighs, then traveled upwards, showering her slender shoulders with countless passionate kisses. Her collarbone was prominent, possessing a unique charm. When my tongue touched her neck, I clearly felt her reaction; it seemed she was waking from her slumber. I studied that videotape for countless days and nights; the area below my mother's neck was also a sensitive spot. I gently nibbled at her ear, the heat clearly radiating through me. A flush spread from her ear down her neck, and her struggles grew stronger, muffled sounds escaping her throat—perhaps she thought it was a wet dream! My fingers moved to her swollen vulva, gently rubbing her slit through her panties. "...Uh..." My mother twisted her hips to one side as if electrocuted, seemingly regaining consciousness. It was time to speak. I leaned forward, straddling her breasts, my lips close to her ear: "Mom, it's me! Don't be afraid, there's no one else..." My mother twisted her head violently, seemingly trying to remove the gag from her mouth. But it was futile. "Mom, forgive me, I've missed your body for so long, I just want to love you properly... You can't even imagine how much I love you..." My mother excitedly arched her body, trying to push me off. Despite her bound hands and feet, she still had such strength; I knew the drug's effects had completely worn off. “Mom, don’t be angry, don’t move! I don’t want this, but I can’t help it… Your body is so tempting to me… Mom, I can’t resist this temptation, please… just this once… just this once…” My voice was already trembling with tears, and this wasn’t an act. Years later, I still don’t understand why I felt so strongly about crying back then. My mother was not moved at all, and in return, she resisted even more fiercely. Unfortunately, her limbs were firmly restrained, leaving her with no leverage. The sounds that came out of her throat were almost roars. It was impossible to get my mother’s cooperation so easily. My only hope rested entirely on the next step, perhaps after it was done… Trembling fingers slipped behind my mother and touched her bra strap. For some reason, my mother had fastened the bra very tightly, it was digging into her smooth back, the clasp even digging into her flesh. My mother stubbornly resisted, and it took a lot of effort to untie the strap. As the strap loosened, ah, my mother’s breasts! Those full, firm, and round breasts were like a pair of white doves soaring before me. My mother's fair, smooth breasts trembled with her soft breathing, her small nipples like two ripe grapes, tempting me. The full, round, firm breasts of my mother, which I had longed for for so long, were finally before me. These were the breasts of my mother who had nursed me when I was an infant! Now I was eighteen, and I had long forgotten what the breasts I suckled at as a toddler looked like. Now I saw only a pair of sexy, mature, and beautiful breasts, full of lust. My slightly trembling fingers touched my mother's pair of fair, smooth, full, firm, and round breasts. Like an electric shock, a tingling sensation instantly spread from my fingertips throughout my body. My mother let out a soft moan and shifted uncomfortably. My hands touched my mother's breasts, my fingers gently massaging them: "Ah! Mother's breasts are so beautiful..." I praised them ecstatically, forgetting that I hadn't even asked my mother's permission. Why did my mother insist on wearing a bra that was a size too small to cover such full breasts? I wondered what her purpose was. If I hadn't forcibly freed them today, it would have been such a misunderstanding. Lying on my mother's nearly naked body, I buried my face between her high, firm breasts, inhaling their alluring scent. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to those smooth, full, soft, sexy, trembling, and tender white breasts. My lips and tongue kissed and licked the deep cleavage, kissing and licking upwards from the base of the breasts. My tongue circled the dark red areolas of my mother's nipples, which were as full as ripe grapes, occasionally licking those plump nipples. I never imagined that my mother's breasts, which had once breastfed me, could be so sensitive. Perhaps it was because she hadn't breastfed for nearly twenty years; my mother's breasts were as sexy and sensitive as those of a woman in her thirties. At this moment, my mother could no longer suppress the rapid breathing and moans that she had suppressed for so long. I greedily opened my mouth and took my mother's breast into my mouth, my tongue licking the round nipples, sucking, licking, and enveloping them. My mother's breasts were the second most sensitive area after her vagina, something I'd studied in videos. My hands never left her breasts. I opened my mouth wide, greedily taking one nipple into my mouth, while my other hand gently kneaded the other nipple. My tongue licked and sucked the nipple, and my mother's struggles were still strong, but disorganized. Sometimes she struggled, sometimes she thrust her chest forward, but she didn't try to break free. The protests in her throat grew weaker, but her breathing became much heavier. I was overjoyed. I was afraid that if I worked so hard, my mother's body wouldn't accept it at all. Now that she was responding, it must be a good thing, right? The last trace of fear completely disappeared. I moved my body slightly away, still with the nipple in my mouth, while my other hand moved down her lower abdomen and touched my mother's forbidden area again. My mother's legs were spread apart and fixed, her vagina unable to close, allowing my fingers to rub up and down through the thin lace panties. Soon, my mother's panties were soaked with her own fluids, and a slit appeared between her open vaginal opening and my fingers repeatedly rubbed and kneaded that slit. My mother completely gave up resisting; perhaps it wasn't so much giving up as throwing herself wholeheartedly into the battle against her desire. My lust grew stronger, and I moved my body away from my mother's delicate frame until my lips touched that alluring triangle. I pressed my face against her...The mysterious, alluring place encased in my mother's narrow thong, through the thin lace, I could feel the warmth of her genitals and sense her trembling. The bottom of her thong was soaked, I couldn't tell if it was from sweat or from the vaginal fluid flowing from her. I was deeply captivated by this exquisite creation of nature, I kissed and licked her smooth thighs and round, plump buttocks. I pushed aside my mother's thin lace thong, completely exposing her genitals, her labia already glistening with vaginal fluid, making them appear even more plump and beautiful. At that moment, a beautiful, mature, voluptuous, and sexy body was completely naked before my eyes. This was the naked body of my mother that I had dreamed of countless times in my dreams. Between her white, smooth thighs, thick, glossy, jet-black pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, concealing the mysterious mound and valley. Smooth, dark red labia acted as a natural barrier, protecting the flower-like vaginal opening—the place from which I was born into this world—above the vaginal opening, where a small, protruding clitoris resembled a cardamom bud. I admired it, marveling, as if revisiting a familiar place. I couldn't help but bury my face between my mother's legs, letting the fluffy pubic hair brush against my face, deeply inhaling the intoxicating fragrance unique to a mature, sensual woman's genitals. I moistened her thick pubic hair with my lips and tongue, kissing her slightly raised mons pubis, kissing and licking her thick, smooth labia majora, parting the lubricated, wet labia minora with the tip of my tongue—the gateway I had to pass through to enter this world. I kissed and licked her small, cardamom-like clitoris. At that moment, my mother's delicate body trembled, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. My tongue probed into her honeyed depths and immediately began licking along the tender vaginal walls. My mother's small clitoris hardened from my kisses and licks, so I then pushed the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening, gently stirring the folds of her vaginal walls—the passage through which I came into this world eighteen years ago. I cupped my mother's white, smooth, and plump buttocks, probing her vagina as far as possible with my tongue, sucking and licking her smooth, delicate vaginal walls. My mother's vagina was truly wondrous—the inner walls were both smooth and folded (I later learned that most promiscuous beauties are born this way). From deep within my mother's vagina, streams of vaginal fluid flowed out like a babbling brook. My mother trembled as if electrocuted, instinctively arching her smooth, white thighs and raising her plump buttocks even higher, allowing me to more thoroughly kiss, lick, and suck her vaginal opening and inner walls. "...Mmm..." My mother finally let out the moan I had long awaited. By this time, Mom's clitoris was engorged and erect, as delicate as a cardamom bud. I held it very gently in my mouth, afraid that too much force would cause her pain. Accompanied by trembling movements, streams of vaginal fluid flowed from deep within Mom's vagina, making her vaginal opening and closing slippery and sticky, covering my face and mouth. The fluid flowed down her perineum to her anus, and against the backdrop of her snow-white, plump buttocks, her small, dark red anus resembled a pale purple chrysanthemum bud about to bloom, intoxicatingly beautiful. Ah, this was Mom's beautiful, sexy anus! Mom's desire was finally aroused by my persistent teasing; the video of her masturbating last time had been a great help. If I hadn't studied her sensitive areas beforehand and put in a lot of effort stimulating her breasts, Mom wouldn't have gotten aroused so quickly. The vaginal fluid gushed out in increasingly fierce waves. First cloudy, then clear; first viscous, then thin. It was time to enter. Soon I would completely conquer my mother with my penis, making her my mother and lover... I sat up and untied the rope on my mother's left leg. To prevent her from kicking me forcefully once her leg was free, I carefully grabbed her ankle and pulled her panties down to her knee. Although this leg was entirely under my guidance, I felt that my mother bending her knee and freeing her beautiful leg from her panties had a certain degree of coordination involved, though it appeared to be me who did it. With one leg completely free, her panties fell to the other still-bound ankle. My mother immediately brought her legs together, clamping her thighs tightly. I gently parted my mother's knees, and without much resistance, her thighs parted. I knelt between her legs, my thick, long, hard penis touching her thighs, the large, smooth glans brushing against her white, tender skin. A jolt of electricity shot through my body, and I felt my mother tremble. She struggled slightly beneath me, but I could sense a hint of resistance, a half-hearted resistance. Seizing the opportunity, I easily guided my penis into her wet vagina. As the large, smooth glans touched her opening, she struggled again. "Mom, I'm going in..." she cried, her head shaking violently from side to side, as if in a final attempt to stop her audacious son. The head of my penis slowly squeezed into my mother's tight, slippery vaginal opening. The moment I entered, my mother's whole body suddenly stiffened and she didn't move, as if she couldn't believe that the end of the world had come so quickly... My mother's smooth and elastic labia tightly enveloped it. "Oh, Mother, dear Mother, sixteen years ago, I came into this world from here, and now your son has returned to the mysterious world that gave birth to him," I said to my mother emotionally. My mother trembled all over, no longer struggling, her beautiful eyes closed slightly, two crystal tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped from her slightly parted, rosy lips. My mother's vagina was tight and close, and my penis slowly slid in. My mother was truly a naturally beautiful woman; her vagina was not only tight but also long, with many folds in the vaginal walls. Sixteen years ago, I came into this world from here. My mother's vagina enveloped and stroked my penis. When my penis was fully inserted into her vagina, the tip of my penis touching the soft, warm, and almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina, my hard, thick, large, and long penis powerfully penetrated her. My mother's legs were already spread apart, and she swayed her hips to match the thrusting of my penis. I gently kissed and licked the tears on my mother's beautiful face, like dewdrops on a blooming lotus flower. When I kissed her rosy, sweet little mouth, she responded and put her clove-like tongue into my mouth, gently stirring it. I thrust my penis in and out forcefully, my thick, hard penis moving in and out of my mother's vagina. My mother, who had not received the touch of rain for a long time, suddenly had a young penis inserted into her long-dormant vagina, and it was swollen full. Before I had even thrust a few times, my mother began to moan with pleasure, her plump buttocks swaying, and more vaginal fluid flowing out from deep within her vagina. My mother's vaginal walls contracted, gripping my penis. With each thrust, she moaned with pleasure. "...Mmm..." A beautiful sound escaped her throat. This deep penetration had awakened her from her reverie, and my glans was already touching her cervix. From that moment on, my mother's trembling body moved in sync with my thrusts. Each thrust gave me immense satisfaction; after all, I was penetrating my mother's vagina. Supporting my upper body with my hands on my mother's shoulders, I slowly freed one hand to pull off her blindfold. Her eyes, brimming with tears, were tightly closed, as if unwilling to witness this incestuous tragedy. Her own son was on top of her, raping her, his penis thrusting left and right in the passage where she had been born. "Oh! Mother, this feeling...so beautiful..." My thick, hard penis made my mother's still-fixed body sway back and forth—it was unbelievable. My only explanation was that Mom was unconsciously responding to my thrusts. Turning my head, I saw that her freed, beautiful leg was slightly curled, her sexy toes pointed tightly inwards. This discovery thrilled me. I placed my left hand inside her thigh and pushed, causing her leg to open even wider, her small foot slapping against my chest. The lewd position allowed my penis to penetrate even deeper, each thrust hitting her very core. I knew that only by letting Mom fully experience the pleasure of sex would she be able to leave me. I also knew how much trouble I had caused that night, and only by doing everything I could to make her happy could I undo the damage. Thinking this, I lifted myself off my mother's chest, straddled her legs, and hoisted her free leg onto my shoulder. I pressed down hard, thrusting my penis in and out forcefully. With each thrust, the tip of my penis touched the soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina. Every few thrusts, I would stop, burying my penis deep inside her, occasionally twisting my hips to rub the tip against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible flesh, making her body tremble. My mother probably hadn't experienced such a thick, long, and powerful penis or such exquisite sexual techniques in many years. My vigorous thrusting made her body tremble, and her ecstatic cries escaped intermittently from her throat. Her calves tapped against my shoulders, and her small, delicate feet occasionally struck my face. Making love with my own mother was a major taboo, but it was precisely because it violated the usual rules that I found it incredibly exciting. The intense pleasure made my whole body tremble with excitement. With each powerful thrust, my mother's breathing became increasingly unrestrained, her throat emitting waves of ecstatic moans. In my mother's tender...Panting, I had completely lost control, using all my strength for a final sprint. My mother sensed my frenzy and reluctantly twisted her hips. One of her legs was tied to the bed rail, the other rested on my shoulder. I thrust my penis in and out quickly and powerfully, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My mother was driven to ecstasy by my thrusts, her beautiful face flushed, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes glazed, her body drenched in sweat, her bones and muscles weak. With each powerful thrust, my mother swayed, her vagina rhythmically contracting, stroking and gripping my penis. A tingling, electric sensation shot through my penis from the glans, spreading throughout my body. My mother seemed to know I had reached orgasm; whether consciously or unconsciously, she forcefully lifted her plump buttocks, thrusting upwards, twisting to meet my movements, her vagina and labia contracting powerfully, sucking and releasing, stroking and gripping my penis. "Mom...dear Mom...I'm going to ejaculate...I'm going to ejaculate...ah...I'm going to ejaculate inside Mom's body...ah...ah...ah..." Mom's body trembled violently, her vaginal walls and labia contracting powerfully, gripping and squeezing my penis. At that moment, it felt as if a surge of heat was rushing from deep within Mom's vagina, forcefully impacting the glans of my penis. An electric shock-like sensation shot through my central nervous system, spreading throughout my body, finally concentrating on the glans. In an instant, I felt an unbearable tingling sensation in my penis. I thrust my penis forcefully into the depths of Mom's vagina, my whole body trembling. Streams of heat flowed rapidly from every neuron to my penis, and finally, my semen shot out forcefully, shooting deep into Mom's vagina. My penis throbbed powerfully inside Mom's vagina, and the vaginal walls and labia contracted rhythmically. Mom and I reached orgasm simultaneously, my semen filling Mom's mysterious, dreamlike, beautiful vagina. My ejaculation lasted for almost a minute. After the last drop of semen shot into my mother's vagina, I lay on my mother's soft body, my penis still inserted in her vagina, occasionally twitching.

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